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hello, my darling honeybuns! as you've probably seen, i haven't been as active on here as i used to be... that's because my inspiration for the slytherins has completely faded.
i really tried to piece together some ideas for a small kinktober fest, but i couldn't write anything. so i am officially taking a step back and redirecting my writing skills towards another fandom.
i am not leaving tumblr and this blog will be up indefinitely (it is my main blog, after all)! my fics will be available at all times, so don't worry about that!
thank you so much for all your love, support and encouragement! you've all been nothing but sweethearts from the very beginning, and i truly appreciate that!
i apologise for leaving you all hanging with promises i couldn't fulfil, with part 2s i couldn't deliver, with cliffhangers even i still haven't figured out.
i will still be using this blog, so if you want to chat... i am here! for other writings, you can find me on my lads account!
synopsis. mattheo’s used to fucking strangers in his bed. but the only pussy he wants to ruin is his roommate’s — virgin, wet, and already calling for him.
pairing. roommate! mattheo riddle x reader
content/mdni. fem!reader, virgin!reader, prude!reader, shy!reader, roommate!au, himbo!mattheo, fuckboy!mattheo, down-bad!mattheo, mentions of sex (with other women), eavesdropping, clit stimulation, fingering, mattress-fucking/bed-humping, masturbation (m and f), teasing, praise, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling (good girl, angel, sweetheart, virgin, whore), messy, unprotected p in v, CREAMPIE, tummy bulge, a lot of plot, allusions to romantic feelings (mattheo doesn’t understand why he is so keen on you)
word count. 3.6k
a/n. hello! i am alive, yesss. sorry for being so absent, love and deepspace is taking over my life, haha. this is based off a very old ask, but i can’t find it anymore. hope you enjoy this tho! feedback and reblogs are extremely appreciated!
“f-fuck, fuck, fuck.” the girl rapped curse after curse, one hand pushing against the headboard while the other gripped onto mattheo’s strong shoulder.
“ugh, d-don’t stoppppph…” and she gasped, slurring her words, so overwhelmed by the feeling of his girthy cock pushing against her tight walls. “ev-even if i pass out.”
two more thrusts of mattheo’s hips and the random woman in his bed was knocked out for good; body limp, only bouncing into the mattress because of his unwavering movements. just like she asked, he continued to fuck his throbbing cock into her, now chasing his own orgasm.
it was a recurring situation — having half-drunk women passing out in his bed, so the request of this night’s girl was not foreign to mattheo riddle.
he was going to fulfill her wish, make her cum around his cock one last time and relieve himself at the same time.
another recurring situation was his cute roommate masturbating to the sounds of his hook-ups.
the first time it happened, mattheo swore he was hearing things. he was quite drunk, pounding a stranger into his mattress from behind, curses and moans permeating the air… when he heard a distinct and unfamiliar noise.
your whines.
it was just for a second, a strangled sound of pleasure hitting his ears through the thin wall separating your rooms. but he heard it. it definitely wasn’t from the girl he was plowing into, as her face was shoved deep between his blankets and pillows. it definitely wasn’t him — that high pitch, almost breathy moan came from a woman.
but he brushed it aside at that time, blaming his drunken state and his weird inexplicable attraction for you.
this time, mattheo wasn’t going to let it slide. he heard you for sure, even clearer than before. even as his headboard slammed into the wall, his own grunts joining in into a sinful ballade, he could make out the rustling of sheets and the dainty and muffled moans of yours.
and, fuck, if that wasn’t turning him on even more.
his sweet prude of a roommate was playing with her dripping pussy while he was fucking some rando he found at the club.
at first, he slowed down. just enough to listen.
your little noises drifted through the paper-thin wall, not loud enough to be deliberate, but not quiet enough to escape him. and there they were… sugary, stuttered gasps, the kind of sounds you probably tried to swallow in your pillow, but failed miserably because you were too far gone.
mattheo’s cock throbbed violently inside the passed-out girl beneath him, making him groan loudly. he was still moving — rutting into her like he promised he would — but his mind wasn’t in this room anymore.
his mind moved into your room.
he imagines you curled up under your covers, your tiny hand between your thighs, clumsy fingers working your virgin pussy while you pretend he can’t hear you. he pictures your lips parted, head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut as you let out another soft moan, circling your puffy clit with unsure fingers.
the image alone had his balls tightening.
“fuck…” he moans low, the sound more guttural than intended, his eyes squeezing shut to preserve that lewd picture of you in his mind.
his thrusts picked up again, harder this time, chasing the vision he’s painting in his head. because it’s not this stranger he wants — it’s you.
his shy, polite, good girl.
the one who blushes red like a beet whenever his towel slips too low after a shower.
the one who can’t meet his eyes when he asks about her day, staring at her feet the whole time.
the one who’s never had a man touch her… but touches herself at night while he’s breaking his bed with someone else.
suddenly, mattheo gripped the random girl’s hips like a vice, fucking her with more vigor, fingers digging deep into her skin from need. but it’s your name he nearly moaned into the dark as his cock is swallowed whole. his jaw flexed, his body burning with raw desire, and, in that moment, he didn’t care if you knew he hears you. in fact, he wants you to know.
he wants you to realize that he knows exactly what you’re doing — and that he’s imagining himself between your thighs instead of this useless woman under him.
he hissed through his teeth, hips stuttering hard as his orgasm was approaching rapidly. in his mind, it was no longer the drunk girl clenching around him: it was your tight, wet cunt struggling to take him. it was your voice crying out his name, your body trembling against his.
and fuck if that didn’t make him want to break down the wall between your rooms.
he bit down on his bottom lip, muscles all over his body flexing, trying to hold out just a little longer. not for the girl passed out beneath him — no. she was nothing but a warm sleeve around his cock.
it was for you.
because your little whimpers were getting sharper now. hurried. desperate.
you were close.
mattheo could picture it too clearly: your thighs quivering, toes curling under the blanket, pillow smothering those pitiful cries as you worked your little cunt the wrong way. he could tell by the uneven rhythm of your sounds that you didn’t know how to touch yourself properly — not enough pressure, not the right speed.
sweet little thing, trying to chase something you’ve never really had.
and it ruined him.
his hips snapped forward, hard and fast, chasing his own release while he tuned himself to your needy gasps through the wall. every stroke had him gritting his teeth, growls vibrating deep in his chest.
then it happened — your whine cracked, sharp and broken.
“nooo–” you cried, soft and crushed, like a child denied candy.
his cock jolted violently.
you’d lost it. your orgasm slipped through your fingers like sand, and the sound of your frustration, your raw desperation, pushed mattheo over the edge.
with a guttural curse, he yanked himself out of the stranger, fisting his cock rough and fast over her body. he came hard, hot ropes spilling all over her stomach, but his eyes closed shut, disconnecting from reality.
not a thought for the limp body under him. not a thought for anything but you, one door away, trashing into your sheets, unsatisfied and needy.
his breathing slowed, sweat dripping down his temple, cock pulsing in his fist.
fuck.
he wanted to go in there right now, shove your hand away, and show you exactly how it’s supposed to feel.
but for tonight, he just leaned against the wall, smirking to himself in the dark, already plotting how to catch you with your guard down.
and give you what you wanted all along.
•••
his plan will work. his plan will work. his plan will work.
his plan has to work.
mattheo definitely used all his brain cells to concoct this plan — after a night out, pretend you brought someone home, and then catch your roommate in the act. it was dumbass-proof, guaranteeing there would be no major consequences if it failed.
but mattheo was still scared of that possibility.
even now, naked in all his glory, leaning over his bed in a make-shift doggy position, dragging his leaking cock across his mattress, making the headboard bounce on the wall, his mind was clouded by failure.
he has yet to hear you make some noise.
were you already sleeping? or were you too smart to fall for his trap, keeping quiet on purpose?
“shit, shit.” he pushed his hips harder into the bed, pressing his palm over his cock and creating a tighter cavern for him to rut into.
it was warm and sticky thanks to his body temperature and the creamy lube he used, but he just couldn’t get his imagination going. the stillness of your room was eating him alive.
why was he so fixated on you anyway? he could have any woman he wanted, but here he was, pretending to fuck someone in order to stir a reaction in you.
one more pass of his mushroomy tip through the fake hole and he would sto–
“ah.”
that was you.
that small gasp of pleasure hit him like a truck, making his hips twitch forward in relief and need. his cock slipped against his palm with renewed vigor, throbbing at the mere confirmation that you were masturbating.
“there she is.” he muttered with a grin, chest heaving as he thrust faster into the sticky creases of his mattress, headboard banging harder against the wall. “fucking knew you couldn’t resist, angel.”
mattheo was louder on purpose now — pressing down harder on his cock, groaning rougher, barely biting down curses that he wanted you to hear. he pressed his ear to the wall, catching every tiny whimper you tried to swallow, and then moaned into it like a pornstar on pay day.
“yeah, touch that little pussy for me.” he rasped, voice low and shameless, now no longer caring about his plan. he knew you’re attentive to his every word. he knew you’d listen well.
“bet those fingers don’t know what the fuck they’re doing… bet you’re all sloppy and messy already, hm?”
his hips jolted, cock sliding through the lube-slicked valley faster, fat tip smearing more precum into the sheets. he grunted, loud and guttural, chasing his own filthy fantasy.
you whimpered again, muffled under your pillow, and mattheo’s eyes rolled back.
“fuckkk, that’s it– don’t hide from me now, sweetheart. let me hear it. let me hear how needy you are while you pretend you’re not thinking about me.”
his free hand slapped against the wall separating you two, loud, obscene, the sound echoing through the room. he wanted you to hear how worked up he was, how unhinged he sounded with your name bubbling on his tongue.
“you hear me? i could make you cum in ten fucking seconds. you’re there rubbing your clit like a dumb little virgin while i’m here with my cock in my hand, imagining your cunt choking on me.”
your breath hitched, now hit with the confirmation you’ve long suspected — he knew what you were doing. mattheo could tell by the sudden pause in your sounds exactly what you were thinking.
this is wrong. i should stop. he is my roommate.
but his smirk only widened, cruel and delighted. he won’t allow such thoughts to dirty your mind.
“ohhh, i know you’re listening. i can fucking hear it too. you wanna see me stroke my cock, sweetheart? wanna see how hard you make me?”
his palm tightened, hips pumping his cock harder, his voice breaking into messy growls.
“say it.” he demanded suddenly, thrusting harder against the mattress like he was buried inside you already. “say you want me to fuck you, and i’ll tear this fucking wall down.”
you let out a broken whine, shaky and embarrassed. but god, it was enough to make his balls draw tight, aching to be emptied in your warm cunt. he couldn’t hold it in much longer.
“fucking hell.” mattheo groaned, hips stuttering, hand squeezing his cock as cum shamelessly spurted across his sheets. “come on… one word and i will fuck your brains out.”
and when your moans cracked, shaping babbles into his name — sweet, desperate, pungent with arousal — he laughed low and filthy, abandoning his bed at once.
“that’s my good girl.”
•••
mattheo didn’t bother knocking.
the second he heard your whimper break into his name, he was already crossing the hall, cock still half-hard, dangling between his legs. the knob of your door twisted under his hand like it had been waiting for him all along, and then–
your door creaked open.
you froze mid-motion, your blanket pulled halfway up your body, your hand stuffed between your trembling thighs. wide, wet eyes snapped up to him, glassy with shame and lust.
“ma-mattheo.” you squeaked, clutching the covers like your life depends on it, trying to hide from him.
but the tremor in your voice gave you away. you were hot. bothered. aching.
he leaned against the frame for a split second, smug grin cutting across his face as if he’d finally caught his prey.
“knew it.” he murmured, voice low and rough, like gravel and honey, already breaching into your room. “knew you touched yourself to me, angel.”
your lips parted, fumbling for denial, but nothing came out. you only stared at him with your widened pupils, eyes darting anywhere but his lower region. he took one lazy step into your room, then another, shutting the door behind him with a click that made your stomach drop.
“move the blanket.”
his tone was sharp, and you obeyed instantly, pulling the fabric down with trembling fingers. he climbed onto your bed without asking, the mattress dipping under his weight until his body was caging yours. his scent hit you — smoke, sweat, and sin — and your thighs pressed tighter together, trying to hide the big sticky patch staining your panties.
mattheo chuckled, low and wicked, eyes grazing every bit of exposed skin.
“oh, angel.” he cooed, cum-stained fingers reaching out and brushing your flushed cheek. “you’re soaked through. all for me, yeah?”
you whimpered, nodding before you could stop yourself. his hand slid down, slow and teasing, until his digits were curling around your knees, prying your legs apart. he settled between them instantly, making sure you don’t close them back, and dragged his thumbs over the damp cotton clinging to your nether lips.
the sound you made was pathetic. sweet. his cock twitched between his legs, already pulsing for more.
“fuck.” he groaned, pressing his fingers harder against your cunt, parting your lips and letting more slick stain your panties.
“virgin little pussy, dripping just from listening to me? you’re gonna ruin me, sweetheart.”
you shook your head weakly, words tumbling out broken. “i-i don’t know what i’m doing wrong…”
“shhh.” he kissed your right knee, wet lips soothing your heated skin. “that’s why i’m here. let me take care of you.”
then his hand was in your panties, pulling them off in one swift motion. after discarding them, his experienced fingers found your bare slit, gliding through the abundant slick. teasing your throbbing hole before circling your clit with a feather-light touch. you jolted from his touch, curving forward and finding shelter into his shoulder.
“so sensitive…” he purred, watching your every twitch, enjoying the way your heavy breath fanned over his skin.
“makes sense. never been touched, hm? all this time, living with me, and you’ve been keeping this sweet little cunt to yourself.”
one finger pressed inside, slow, stretching you knuckle by knuckle. you moaned like it hurt, nails involuntarily digging into his shoulder, but your hips bucked up, begging for more.
“greedy girl.” he teased, pushing deeper, curling into a spongy spot until your back arched off him, straight back into your pillows. “tight as fuck, and i’ve only got one finger in. how the hell are you gonna take my cock?”
his cock?
you shook your head frantically, babbling nonsense — half of them were pleas, half refusals. but mattheo only grinned, prodding a second finger alongside the first, scissoring your virgin cunt open while his thumb rolled over your swollen clit. better than you ever could.
the sound of your wetness filled the room shortly after, obscene and sticky, more and more of your arousal gushing out. your head was thrown back into your pillows, your hand draped over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your whimpers. mattheo’s eyes darkened, displeased with your shyness.
“no, angel. let me hear it. moan for me louder. don’t you dare hide from me.”
you didn’t have time to complain. your head tossed back more, broken cries spilling out as three fingers thrusted faster, harder, finding another spot inside you that made your thighs clamp around his wrist.
mattheo growled low in his chest, proud of your volume, absentmindedly rutting against your sheets just to relieve a bit the ache in his cock. his next load will be inside you, he shouldn’t get carried away.
“shitt, you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” his lips brushed your knee again, peppering comforting kisses for a second time that night.
“gonna cum on my fingers like the dirty little virgin you are.”
at that, your walls fluttered helplessly, your body giving in and releasing all over his hand. mattheo didn’t stop there though, his fingers dragging you over the edge and helping you ride out your first orgasm.
when you finally slumped, chest heaving, body trembling and ruined, he pulled his slick fingers out and licked them clean, humming low in approval.
“sweetest fucking thing i’ve ever tasted.” he rasped, eyes locked on yours, feral and hungry. “now for the main course.”
he leaned closer, his cock now straining tall against his stomach, pressing hot into your inner thighs.
“angel…” he murmured, dipping his head lower to whisper in your ear. “i’m splitting you open on my cock.”
mattheo didn’t give you time to protest — not really. his lips brushed your temple, his voice low and certain, dripping with carnal hunger.
“you trust me, yeah?”
your breath hitched at his words, but you nodded into his shoulder. you did trust him. even if your body was trembling, even if you’d never let anyone this close before, you trusted him.
you wanted this as much as he did.
“don’t be scared.” he murmured, encouraging you one last time. “i’ll take it slow. i’ll make it feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”
your heart was hammering against your ribcage, but your thighs parted wider, your body betraying you before your voice could. he smiled briefly, dragging the fat head of his cock through your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness. the feeling of just that had your breath hitching.
then he pressed forward–
“mattheo–” your voice cracked into a whimper, nails scraping his shoulders as his cock pushed at your entrance.
you were so tight he could barely get the head in, and his jaw clenched, sweat glistening on his temple as he held himself back.
“shhh.” he soothed, dragging one hand down your bodies to rub at your clit. “that’s it. you’re doing so good. just breathe for me.”
bit by bit, he eased into you — his thick length spreading your untouched walls, your body clinging and resisting all at once. you cried out, the sting of the stretch sharp, but his hands eased into yours, intertwining your fingers and pinning them into above your head.
“good girl, that’s it! so fucking perfect for me.”
when he finally bottomed out, you sobbed at the fullness. his cock was deep, impossibly so, pressing right against your cervix and making your tummy flutter. mattheo stilled in that position, letting you adjust to the feeling, even if he so desperately wanted to pound into you like there’s no tomorrow.
“see that?” he rasped, one hand sliding down, pressing gently on your lower belly. the outline of his cock bulged under his palm, and you gasped, eyes flying wide at the added pressure.
“that’s me, right here. deep inside your tight little pussy. you’re stuffed with me, angel.”
the revelation made you moan, your cunt clenching helplessly around him in excitement.
he took that as a sign and rolled his hips into you. slowly at first — in, out, each stroke dragging against your fluttering walls, your body giving way to pleasure with every stroke. the ache melted away, replaced by a pulsing heat that made your back arch, your legs tremble around his waist.
“damn–” mattheo hissed, his control slipping as your tightness milked him. “you’re choking my cock, angel. gonna keep me buried here forever.”
your nails dug into his shoulders, your voice breaking as you moaned his name, needy, shamelessly. his pace picked up fast, hips rocking into you with more force, the bulge in your tummy pushing up every time he bottomed out.
“look at that.” he grunted, pressing down again so you could feel the thick ridge of him pounding into you. “so deep you can feel me in your stomach. you like that, don’t you?”
“yes– mattheo, yes, yes, yes–” you babbled, tears wetting your lashes from the overwhelming stretch and bliss.
you were to reach your climax soon, he could feel that in the way your body was reacting. and it was to be expected for your first time.
he fucked you through it, lips on your jaw, your throat, whispering filth into your ear to push you over the edge.
“my shy little virgin. moaning like a whore now, just for me. never gonna want anyone else after this. you’re mine.”
your body broke then, a second orgasm ripping through you with a loud, helpless cry. your walls clamped down around him, gushing slick all over his cock, and mattheo lost it too — hips stuttering, muscles tightening — before he spilled inside you with a guttural groan.
hot cum filled your cunt, so much you swore you could feel it pool deep in your belly. his cock jerked with every spurt, pushing it deeper and deeper inside.
“ah, ah–”
mattheo stayed there, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to your shoulder as his breath came ragged. his hands dropped to your tummy, rubbing the swell where his cock and seed filled you.
he did it.
he finally had you.
“–so perfect.” he mumbled into your neck, exhausted yet fulfilled, warmth spreading through him. “knew you’d be perfect, my angel.”
HI BABY!!! It’s been a while! I’m back from the dead How have you been?? Hope you got rid of that nasty pressure and (sort of?) writer’s block you had! I missed u 💗💗💗
Kisseskisseskisses 😗🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
REVIE 🥺🥺 i am also back from the dead hehe
i think i did! 🙂↕️ i was stumped because i was itching to write for lads; now that i finally did, i can hopefully come back to hp
I'VE MISSED YOU TOO!!!! how have you been? everything alright? ❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖
synopsis. mattheo’s used to fucking strangers in his bed. but the only pussy he wants to ruin is his roommate’s — virgin, wet, and already calling for him.
pairing. roommate! mattheo riddle x reader
content/mdni. fem!reader, virgin!reader, prude!reader, shy!reader, roommate!au, himbo!mattheo, fuckboy!mattheo, down-bad!mattheo, mentions of sex (with other women), eavesdropping, clit stimulation, fingering, mattress-fucking/bed-humping, masturbation (m and f), teasing, praise, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling (good girl, angel, sweetheart, virgin, whore), messy, unprotected p in v, CREAMPIE, tummy bulge, a lot of plot, allusions to romantic feelings (mattheo doesn’t understand why he is so keen on you)
word count. 3.6k
a/n. hello! i am alive, yesss. sorry for being so absent, love and deepspace is taking over my life, haha. this is based off a very old ask, but i can’t find it anymore. hope you enjoy this tho! feedback and reblogs are extremely appreciated!
“f-fuck, fuck, fuck.” the girl rapped curse after curse, one hand pushing against the headboard while the other gripped onto mattheo’s strong shoulder.
“ugh, d-don’t stoppppph…” and she gasped, slurring her words, so overwhelmed by the feeling of his girthy cock pushing against her tight walls. “ev-even if i pass out.”
two more thrusts of mattheo’s hips and the random woman in his bed was knocked out for good; body limp, only bouncing into the mattress because of his unwavering movements. just like she asked, he continued to fuck his throbbing cock into her, now chasing his own orgasm.
it was a recurring situation — having half-drunk women passing out in his bed, so the request of this night’s girl was not foreign to mattheo riddle.
he was going to fulfill her wish, make her cum around his cock one last time and relieve himself at the same time.
another recurring situation was his cute roommate masturbating to the sounds of his hook-ups.
the first time it happened, mattheo swore he was hearing things. he was quite drunk, pounding a stranger into his mattress from behind, curses and moans permeating the air… when he heard a distinct and unfamiliar noise.
your whines.
it was just for a second, a strangled sound of pleasure hitting his ears through the thin wall separating your rooms. but he heard it. it definitely wasn’t from the girl he was plowing into, as her face was shoved deep between his blankets and pillows. it definitely wasn’t him — that high pitch, almost breathy moan came from a woman.
but he brushed it aside at that time, blaming his drunken state and his weird inexplicable attraction for you.
this time, mattheo wasn’t going to let it slide. he heard you for sure, even clearer than before. even as his headboard slammed into the wall, his own grunts joining in into a sinful ballade, he could make out the rustling of sheets and the dainty and muffled moans of yours.
and, fuck, if that wasn’t turning him on even more.
his sweet prude of a roommate was playing with her dripping pussy while he was fucking some rando he found at the club.
at first, he slowed down. just enough to listen.
your little noises drifted through the paper-thin wall, not loud enough to be deliberate, but not quiet enough to escape him. and there they were… sugary, stuttered gasps, the kind of sounds you probably tried to swallow in your pillow, but failed miserably because you were too far gone.
mattheo’s cock throbbed violently inside the passed-out girl beneath him, making him groan loudly. he was still moving — rutting into her like he promised he would — but his mind wasn’t in this room anymore.
his mind moved into your room.
he imagines you curled up under your covers, your tiny hand between your thighs, clumsy fingers working your virgin pussy while you pretend he can’t hear you. he pictures your lips parted, head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut as you let out another soft moan, circling your puffy clit with unsure fingers.
the image alone had his balls tightening.
“fuck…” he moans low, the sound more guttural than intended, his eyes squeezing shut to preserve that lewd picture of you in his mind.
his thrusts picked up again, harder this time, chasing the vision he’s painting in his head. because it’s not this stranger he wants — it’s you.
his shy, polite, good girl.
the one who blushes red like a beet whenever his towel slips too low after a shower.
the one who can’t meet his eyes when he asks about her day, staring at her feet the whole time.
the one who’s never had a man touch her… but touches herself at night while he’s breaking his bed with someone else.
suddenly, mattheo gripped the random girl’s hips like a vice, fucking her with more vigor, fingers digging deep into her skin from need. but it’s your name he nearly moaned into the dark as his cock is swallowed whole. his jaw flexed, his body burning with raw desire, and, in that moment, he didn’t care if you knew he hears you. in fact, he wants you to know.
he wants you to realize that he knows exactly what you’re doing — and that he’s imagining himself between your thighs instead of this useless woman under him.
he hissed through his teeth, hips stuttering hard as his orgasm was approaching rapidly. in his mind, it was no longer the drunk girl clenching around him: it was your tight, wet cunt struggling to take him. it was your voice crying out his name, your body trembling against his.
and fuck if that didn’t make him want to break down the wall between your rooms.
he bit down on his bottom lip, muscles all over his body flexing, trying to hold out just a little longer. not for the girl passed out beneath him — no. she was nothing but a warm sleeve around his cock.
it was for you.
because your little whimpers were getting sharper now. hurried. desperate.
you were close.
mattheo could picture it too clearly: your thighs quivering, toes curling under the blanket, pillow smothering those pitiful cries as you worked your little cunt the wrong way. he could tell by the uneven rhythm of your sounds that you didn’t know how to touch yourself properly — not enough pressure, not the right speed.
sweet little thing, trying to chase something you’ve never really had.
and it ruined him.
his hips snapped forward, hard and fast, chasing his own release while he tuned himself to your needy gasps through the wall. every stroke had him gritting his teeth, growls vibrating deep in his chest.
then it happened — your whine cracked, sharp and broken.
“nooo–” you cried, soft and crushed, like a child denied candy.
his cock jolted violently.
you’d lost it. your orgasm slipped through your fingers like sand, and the sound of your frustration, your raw desperation, pushed mattheo over the edge.
with a guttural curse, he yanked himself out of the stranger, fisting his cock rough and fast over her body. he came hard, hot ropes spilling all over her stomach, but his eyes closed shut, disconnecting from reality.
not a thought for the limp body under him. not a thought for anything but you, one door away, trashing into your sheets, unsatisfied and needy.
his breathing slowed, sweat dripping down his temple, cock pulsing in his fist.
fuck.
he wanted to go in there right now, shove your hand away, and show you exactly how it’s supposed to feel.
but for tonight, he just leaned against the wall, smirking to himself in the dark, already plotting how to catch you with your guard down.
and give you what you wanted all along.
•••
his plan will work. his plan will work. his plan will work.
his plan has to work.
mattheo definitely used all his brain cells to concoct this plan — after a night out, pretend you brought someone home, and then catch your roommate in the act. it was dumbass-proof, guaranteeing there would be no major consequences if it failed.
but mattheo was still scared of that possibility.
even now, naked in all his glory, leaning over his bed in a make-shift doggy position, dragging his leaking cock across his mattress, making the headboard bounce on the wall, his mind was clouded by failure.
he has yet to hear you make some noise.
were you already sleeping? or were you too smart to fall for his trap, keeping quiet on purpose?
“shit, shit.” he pushed his hips harder into the bed, pressing his palm over his cock and creating a tighter cavern for him to rut into.
it was warm and sticky thanks to his body temperature and the creamy lube he used, but he just couldn’t get his imagination going. the stillness of your room was eating him alive.
why was he so fixated on you anyway? he could have any woman he wanted, but here he was, pretending to fuck someone in order to stir a reaction in you.
one more pass of his mushroomy tip through the fake hole and he would sto–
“ah.”
that was you.
that small gasp of pleasure hit him like a truck, making his hips twitch forward in relief and need. his cock slipped against his palm with renewed vigor, throbbing at the mere confirmation that you were masturbating.
“there she is.” he muttered with a grin, chest heaving as he thrust faster into the sticky creases of his mattress, headboard banging harder against the wall. “fucking knew you couldn’t resist, angel.”
mattheo was louder on purpose now — pressing down harder on his cock, groaning rougher, barely biting down curses that he wanted you to hear. he pressed his ear to the wall, catching every tiny whimper you tried to swallow, and then moaned into it like a pornstar on pay day.
“yeah, touch that little pussy for me.” he rasped, voice low and shameless, now no longer caring about his plan. he knew you’re attentive to his every word. he knew you’d listen well.
“bet those fingers don’t know what the fuck they’re doing… bet you’re all sloppy and messy already, hm?”
his hips jolted, cock sliding through the lube-slicked valley faster, fat tip smearing more precum into the sheets. he grunted, loud and guttural, chasing his own filthy fantasy.
you whimpered again, muffled under your pillow, and mattheo’s eyes rolled back.
“fuckkk, that’s it– don’t hide from me now, sweetheart. let me hear it. let me hear how needy you are while you pretend you’re not thinking about me.”
his free hand slapped against the wall separating you two, loud, obscene, the sound echoing through the room. he wanted you to hear how worked up he was, how unhinged he sounded with your name bubbling on his tongue.
“you hear me? i could make you cum in ten fucking seconds. you’re there rubbing your clit like a dumb little virgin while i’m here with my cock in my hand, imagining your cunt choking on me.”
your breath hitched, now hit with the confirmation you’ve long suspected — he knew what you were doing. mattheo could tell by the sudden pause in your sounds exactly what you were thinking.
this is wrong. i should stop. he is my roommate.
but his smirk only widened, cruel and delighted. he won’t allow such thoughts to dirty your mind.
“ohhh, i know you’re listening. i can fucking hear it too. you wanna see me stroke my cock, sweetheart? wanna see how hard you make me?”
his palm tightened, hips pumping his cock harder, his voice breaking into messy growls.
“say it.” he demanded suddenly, thrusting harder against the mattress like he was buried inside you already. “say you want me to fuck you, and i’ll tear this fucking wall down.”
you let out a broken whine, shaky and embarrassed. but god, it was enough to make his balls draw tight, aching to be emptied in your warm cunt. he couldn’t hold it in much longer.
“fucking hell.” mattheo groaned, hips stuttering, hand squeezing his cock as cum shamelessly spurted across his sheets. “come on… one word and i will fuck your brains out.”
and when your moans cracked, shaping babbles into his name — sweet, desperate, pungent with arousal — he laughed low and filthy, abandoning his bed at once.
“that’s my good girl.”
•••
mattheo didn’t bother knocking.
the second he heard your whimper break into his name, he was already crossing the hall, cock still half-hard, dangling between his legs. the knob of your door twisted under his hand like it had been waiting for him all along, and then–
your door creaked open.
you froze mid-motion, your blanket pulled halfway up your body, your hand stuffed between your trembling thighs. wide, wet eyes snapped up to him, glassy with shame and lust.
“ma-mattheo.” you squeaked, clutching the covers like your life depends on it, trying to hide from him.
but the tremor in your voice gave you away. you were hot. bothered. aching.
he leaned against the frame for a split second, smug grin cutting across his face as if he’d finally caught his prey.
“knew it.” he murmured, voice low and rough, like gravel and honey, already breaching into your room. “knew you touched yourself to me, angel.”
your lips parted, fumbling for denial, but nothing came out. you only stared at him with your widened pupils, eyes darting anywhere but his lower region. he took one lazy step into your room, then another, shutting the door behind him with a click that made your stomach drop.
“move the blanket.”
his tone was sharp, and you obeyed instantly, pulling the fabric down with trembling fingers. he climbed onto your bed without asking, the mattress dipping under his weight until his body was caging yours. his scent hit you — smoke, sweat, and sin — and your thighs pressed tighter together, trying to hide the big sticky patch staining your panties.
mattheo chuckled, low and wicked, eyes grazing every bit of exposed skin.
“oh, angel.” he cooed, cum-stained fingers reaching out and brushing your flushed cheek. “you’re soaked through. all for me, yeah?”
you whimpered, nodding before you could stop yourself. his hand slid down, slow and teasing, until his digits were curling around your knees, prying your legs apart. he settled between them instantly, making sure you don’t close them back, and dragged his thumbs over the damp cotton clinging to your nether lips.
the sound you made was pathetic. sweet. his cock twitched between his legs, already pulsing for more.
“fuck.” he groaned, pressing his fingers harder against your cunt, parting your lips and letting more slick stain your panties.
“virgin little pussy, dripping just from listening to me? you’re gonna ruin me, sweetheart.”
you shook your head weakly, words tumbling out broken. “i-i don’t know what i’m doing wrong…”
“shhh.” he kissed your right knee, wet lips soothing your heated skin. “that’s why i’m here. let me take care of you.”
then his hand was in your panties, pulling them off in one swift motion. after discarding them, his experienced fingers found your bare slit, gliding through the abundant slick. teasing your throbbing hole before circling your clit with a feather-light touch. you jolted from his touch, curving forward and finding shelter into his shoulder.
“so sensitive…” he purred, watching your every twitch, enjoying the way your heavy breath fanned over his skin.
“makes sense. never been touched, hm? all this time, living with me, and you’ve been keeping this sweet little cunt to yourself.”
one finger pressed inside, slow, stretching you knuckle by knuckle. you moaned like it hurt, nails involuntarily digging into his shoulder, but your hips bucked up, begging for more.
“greedy girl.” he teased, pushing deeper, curling into a spongy spot until your back arched off him, straight back into your pillows. “tight as fuck, and i’ve only got one finger in. how the hell are you gonna take my cock?”
his cock?
you shook your head frantically, babbling nonsense — half of them were pleas, half refusals. but mattheo only grinned, prodding a second finger alongside the first, scissoring your virgin cunt open while his thumb rolled over your swollen clit. better than you ever could.
the sound of your wetness filled the room shortly after, obscene and sticky, more and more of your arousal gushing out. your head was thrown back into your pillows, your hand draped over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your whimpers. mattheo’s eyes darkened, displeased with your shyness.
“no, angel. let me hear it. moan for me louder. don’t you dare hide from me.”
you didn’t have time to complain. your head tossed back more, broken cries spilling out as three fingers thrusted faster, harder, finding another spot inside you that made your thighs clamp around his wrist.
mattheo growled low in his chest, proud of your volume, absentmindedly rutting against your sheets just to relieve a bit the ache in his cock. his next load will be inside you, he shouldn’t get carried away.
“shitt, you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” his lips brushed your knee again, peppering comforting kisses for a second time that night.
“gonna cum on my fingers like the dirty little virgin you are.”
at that, your walls fluttered helplessly, your body giving in and releasing all over his hand. mattheo didn’t stop there though, his fingers dragging you over the edge and helping you ride out your first orgasm.
when you finally slumped, chest heaving, body trembling and ruined, he pulled his slick fingers out and licked them clean, humming low in approval.
“sweetest fucking thing i’ve ever tasted.” he rasped, eyes locked on yours, feral and hungry. “now for the main course.”
he leaned closer, his cock now straining tall against his stomach, pressing hot into your inner thighs.
“angel…” he murmured, dipping his head lower to whisper in your ear. “i’m splitting you open on my cock.”
mattheo didn’t give you time to protest — not really. his lips brushed your temple, his voice low and certain, dripping with carnal hunger.
“you trust me, yeah?”
your breath hitched at his words, but you nodded into his shoulder. you did trust him. even if your body was trembling, even if you’d never let anyone this close before, you trusted him.
you wanted this as much as he did.
“don’t be scared.” he murmured, encouraging you one last time. “i’ll take it slow. i’ll make it feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”
your heart was hammering against your ribcage, but your thighs parted wider, your body betraying you before your voice could. he smiled briefly, dragging the fat head of his cock through your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness. the feeling of just that had your breath hitching.
then he pressed forward–
“mattheo–” your voice cracked into a whimper, nails scraping his shoulders as his cock pushed at your entrance.
you were so tight he could barely get the head in, and his jaw clenched, sweat glistening on his temple as he held himself back.
“shhh.” he soothed, dragging one hand down your bodies to rub at your clit. “that’s it. you’re doing so good. just breathe for me.”
bit by bit, he eased into you — his thick length spreading your untouched walls, your body clinging and resisting all at once. you cried out, the sting of the stretch sharp, but his hands eased into yours, intertwining your fingers and pinning them into above your head.
“good girl, that’s it! so fucking perfect for me.”
when he finally bottomed out, you sobbed at the fullness. his cock was deep, impossibly so, pressing right against your cervix and making your tummy flutter. mattheo stilled in that position, letting you adjust to the feeling, even if he so desperately wanted to pound into you like there’s no tomorrow.
“see that?” he rasped, one hand sliding down, pressing gently on your lower belly. the outline of his cock bulged under his palm, and you gasped, eyes flying wide at the added pressure.
“that’s me, right here. deep inside your tight little pussy. you’re stuffed with me, angel.”
the revelation made you moan, your cunt clenching helplessly around him in excitement.
he took that as a sign and rolled his hips into you. slowly at first — in, out, each stroke dragging against your fluttering walls, your body giving way to pleasure with every stroke. the ache melted away, replaced by a pulsing heat that made your back arch, your legs tremble around his waist.
“damn–” mattheo hissed, his control slipping as your tightness milked him. “you’re choking my cock, angel. gonna keep me buried here forever.”
your nails dug into his shoulders, your voice breaking as you moaned his name, needy, shamelessly. his pace picked up fast, hips rocking into you with more force, the bulge in your tummy pushing up every time he bottomed out.
“look at that.” he grunted, pressing down again so you could feel the thick ridge of him pounding into you. “so deep you can feel me in your stomach. you like that, don’t you?”
“yes– mattheo, yes, yes, yes–” you babbled, tears wetting your lashes from the overwhelming stretch and bliss.
you were to reach your climax soon, he could feel that in the way your body was reacting. and it was to be expected for your first time.
he fucked you through it, lips on your jaw, your throat, whispering filth into your ear to push you over the edge.
“my shy little virgin. moaning like a whore now, just for me. never gonna want anyone else after this. you’re mine.”
your body broke then, a second orgasm ripping through you with a loud, helpless cry. your walls clamped down around him, gushing slick all over his cock, and mattheo lost it too — hips stuttering, muscles tightening — before he spilled inside you with a guttural groan.
hot cum filled your cunt, so much you swore you could feel it pool deep in your belly. his cock jerked with every spurt, pushing it deeper and deeper inside.
“ah, ah–”
mattheo stayed there, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to your shoulder as his breath came ragged. his hands dropped to your tummy, rubbing the swell where his cock and seed filled you.
he did it.
he finally had you.
“–so perfect.” he mumbled into your neck, exhausted yet fulfilled, warmth spreading through him. “knew you’d be perfect, my angel.”
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