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Mattheo is angry after losing a quidditch match, so he decides to take it out on you
[Smut] Warnings: Unprotected PinV sex (wrap before you tap gang), oral (f receiving), choking, rough-ish sex, makeout, hickeys, use of princess/baby/good girl/slut/sweetheart, praise/degradation, sorta edging?
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Mattheo was going to be mad. Really mad.
Slytherin had apparently lost to Gryffindor, supposedly a bad loss that left everyone disappointed.
As you waited in the common room for the team to return, Pansy talked endlessly about the match, what could’ve gone differently - why Slytherin should’ve won. But you weren’t listening to any of it, too focused on what was going to happen when Mattheo returned.
The common room door suddenly slams open, silencing the entire room as the Slytherin team walks in. Each boy walking past you has a similar look of either defeat, disappointment, or -mainly from Mattheo- anger.
It’s like a storm enters the room as Mattheo walks towards you, his face set like stone as he marches over until he’s standing right in front of you.
The room stills as he stands above you. His usually brown eyes are now almost black with rage when they travel over your body, before he grabs you harshly by the hand and pulls you up to his dorm. You hear the quiet chatter of the common room return before silence surrounds you again, Mattheo having slammed the door behind you both, and locking it.
“Mattheo I-”
He interrupts you by pinning your back against the door, his hands on your hips and his lips finding yours.
“Fuck sweetheart” He mutters, before kissing you again, his tongue pushing into your mouth, tangling against your own.
He kisses a trail down your neck to your collarbone, sucking a dark hickey into the skin there before licking over it, your thighs clenching at the feeling.
“Mattheo please”, you whimper, grabbing his attention.
“Oh baby I know, I know” his tongue drags back up your neck, leaving a wet trail behind before he kisses you again.
Mattheo’s hands grip your hips tighter and he pulls you over to his bed, pushing you down onto it. His hands wander over your body, grabbing your chest gently as you feel his hand go the hem of your shirt pulling it up over your head.
His hands come up to palm your breasts through your bra as his fingers sneak to your back, watching as it falls from your chest.
You whine loudly when his mouth closes over one of your nipples, your back arching up into him slightly as the other hand comes up to pinch your other nipple.
“Please-please-please” you whimper, the only word your brain is focused on right now.
His smirk turns darker at your tone.
“Please what love? Be a good girl and use your words for me”
You whimper again before saying,
“Please-fuck-please touch me, o-or fuck me, I don’t care- just do something.”
“You want me to touch you baby? ..Hmm.. since you begged so nicely like a good little slut, I guess I’ll have to give you a reward.”
He moves his body further down the bed, his fingers teasing the edge of your pants before pulling them down your legs, and placing his body right in front of where you want him the most.
You whine when he nuzzles against you through your underwear, licking through the material.
“Fuck love, you’re soaked” he pulls your underwear away for a second, before it snaps back against your clit, making your hips jolt up, but only as much as his arms would let you.
“Mattheo stop fucking t-teasing me”
Your cries of protest are ignored though, he continues to tease you until you can practically feel your arousal dripping down your thighs.
“Okay baby, you’ve been such a good fucking girl for me, so I’ll give you what you’ve earned- since you’re so desperate.”
Mattheo finally pulls your underwear down, throwing it somewhere behind him before groaning into your pussy, immediately licking a strip up your folds, before swirling his tongue around your clit. His lips latch onto the bundle of nerves, sucking it into his mouth as a loud moan finally finds its way out of your mouth.
You clamp your hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds-but as soon as you do that, he stops.
The whine you let out at the loss of sensation is pathetic as his body moves up, hovering over yours.
Mattheo’s lips meet yours again and you can taste yourself on his tongue that he forces into your mouth.
You moan into each other's mouths as your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him to grind into you from above.
After a short time of you clawing at his shirt, he finally removes it for you, leaving you to admire his chest, abs and the trail of hair leading down his pants.
“You done there baby?”
Oops.
Somehow you turn even more red at being caught checking him out, but quickly regain composure when you see his hand trail down to undo his pants. He pushes both his pants and boxers down at the same time, his cock springs up, hard and leaking from the tip. You pull him closer, his cock slipping through your folds as you both moan.
“Desperate are we?”, a look that you can only describe as pride, resting on his face.
You nod your head swiftly, eyes focused on his.
He hesitates for a second, just watching you, before that dark look reappears in his eyes and he remembers about the earlier quidditch game.
He slams into you in one movement, his hips in sync with yours as your moans echo off of the walls.
“Is this what you wanted? You wanted to get fucked like a slut right?”
You can’t answer, head thrown back in pleasure, eyes screwed shut as you feel every ridge, every vein in his cock moving along your walls.
Mattheo pulls out almost all the way, making you whimper in protest.
“Answer me.” His hand snakes up to your neck, harshly grabbing your throat and tilting your head back up to him.
“Answer me.”
Finally managing to utter out a pathetic “Y-yes I wanted this Mattheo-”, his hips suddenly continue their movements, fucking into you with more determination than before. However, his grip on your throat stays almost the same, leaving you gasping his name even louder.
Before you realise, his lips are on your neck again, sucking dark hickeys everywhere that he can, the movement of his hips never faltering.
“You’re doing so well for me baby, keep being good for me and maybe I’ll let you come..”
Your nails digging into his back seems to satisfy him, his hips moving faster, making you arch up into him. He trails his hand down your chest, down your stomach, until his fingers start making tight circles on your clit, your hips bucking up into his.
Feeling yourself getting close, you whimper his name against his mouth again, which he takes as a sign to speed up, making you moan even louder.
You can feel him getting close, the movements of his hips getting more erratic, more desperate.
“Do you want to come, my little slut?”
Too fucked out to respond, he takes your moans as a yes, thrusting into you harder.
“Then go on sweetheart, come on my cock like the good slut you are”
The feeling in your core tightens, pleasure spreading throughout your entire body as you come around his cock. You feel the movements of his hips slow as he groans your name loudly, his warm come filling you up.
You lie there for a time, your breathing slowing together as you both come down from your high.
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“So quidditch didn’t go well, did it?”, your teasing smile making him glare at you.
“Don’t start. We’re not done here yet.”
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A/N: Hello lovelies!! This is my first time writing like this so hopefully it’s good! Let me know what you think and feel free to send in any requests for any of the fandoms listed in my intro!
