𝓐ᥫ᭡.

𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 ── .✦ 𝓐, 6-teen, slow writer. Requests are open

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────୨ৎ──── 𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒.

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── .✦ 𝓐ᥫ᭡'s corner.

[nicoretta77-deactivated20260731]

[lavenderssigh]

Love makes you so weak IS SO GOOD OMG😭😭😭 the way you write our tommy is js too good😔

Aww thank youuu! It makes me so happy to know that you enjoy my work!

Love ya mwah!

[sturnsflirt]

can we please cast new people for movies

[lavenderssigh]

Perhaps anything sub!tom perhaps maybe🤨

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌. ˖᯽ ݁˖

Tom Riddle x female!reader

.✦ ݁˖ Tom always believed that love makes you weak and he was not wrong either. Cause whenever he was with you, he lost all the control he had just moments before.

ᝰ.ᐟ Smut, semi!public sex, handjob, sub!Tom, swearing, english is not authors first language.

𝓐ᥫ᭡. Perhaps.. 🤭

I can't decide if this is cringe, shitty or the best piece of literature i've ever written.

I had a fever writing this so please forgive me for any mistakes oops.. also have fun reading xx.

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— "Please, just put it down" Tom spoke, he didn't even recognize his own voice, low, strained, almost pleading.

You smiled, a michevious grin played on your face as your grip on the book tightened just a little. You flipped to the next page slowly, watching him the entire time.

Watching the way his eyes darkened as your gaze focused on the words written in cursive - his handwriting.

His jaw tightened, if it wasn't for the fact that you were the one snooping in his diary he would've snapped it from your hands long ago. He should. It was his private diary, not some silly book filled with things for you to read.

— "You know, you're really cute when you're flustered." You added, tilting your head. The dim light of the slytherin common room highlighted your eyes in the most perfect way.

Oh he hated when you gave him that look.

It was the one look that he couldn't refuse, the one that made his stomach twist, the one that made him want to pull you closer.

He never did this, he never let anyone in - he needed the control, over himself - over everyone else.

He built a wall, to protect himself. But you? You slipped through his defences as if they never were there.

It gave him a sense of panic, he had no idea how to stop you, he didn't want to use anger or violence - wasn't worth the risk of losing you. And in fact, anger and violence was his only way of scaring people away, the only way he knew atleast.

— "Just give it back, put it down" He said, voice quiet, not intimidating at all.

You laughed, a soft, cozy laugh that was so you in many ways. It curled around him like a spell he couldn't counter. — "Or what? Just let me read it Tom" you challenged, stepping closer until the diary pressed against his chest.

His gaze flicked down for a moment, your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his. Your lips twitched just a little, but he noticed - and for a moment he even imagined kissing them, engaging with your tongue in ways he couldn't even describe.

His hand twitched at his side, but he didn't reach for the book. Instead, he exhaled, a deep sharp exhale before opening his mouth to speak. — "You're fucking insufferable, you know that?"

You grinned, tossing the diary onto the sofa beside you. — "Yeah, I know." You murmured, then, before he had the time to react, you closed the distance between the two of you.

Your hands slid up his chest to curl around the lapels of his robes. Your grip was firm, and he found himself leaning into it, his body and desire for you betraying him before his mind could catch up and stop him.

You pulled away from the kiss, just for a moment. — "But you like it" you whispered, sending shivers down his spine.

He knew in that moment that he should have pushed you away. That he should have reminded himself, that he didn't do this, that he didn't let anyone else close enough to unravel him.

But he failed every time, his love for you was too strong, and like he always said "Love makes you weak"

Perhaps he was right, there was no way in hell that he could say no to you. Not when your lips were inches from his, your breath warm against his skin.

The kiss wasn't gentle, it was claiming, hungry, and he melted into it with a soft sound that normally would mortify him, but not right now.

Not when he was with you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, making his knees weak. He let you guide him backward until the back of his legs hit the edge of an armchair, and then he was sitting, you in his lap as if you belonged there.

His hands found your hips as they always did, gripping tight, as if ge could anchor himself to this moment, and never forget.

Because next time, he'd stop you.

Bullshit.

His breath hitched as your teeth grazed his lower lip. He wanted to resist, wanted to tell you to stop, yet here he was, arching into your touch like some desperate thing. Fingers digging into the fabric of your skirt, practically begging you to take it off.

Your hands slid from his hair down to his shoulders, pushing his robes open with impatient fingers.

He didn't even notice the cool air of the common room, too focused on the way you traced the line of his collarbone, the way your hips rolled against his in a slow, rhythm that made him swallow a moan.

His hands trembled as they touched you, his breathing came in short, uneven gasps. — "Tell me, tell me that you love me" you murmured against his mouth.

He groaned, fingers sliding beneath the crisp fabric of your shirt. You knew exactly what you were doing, asking him when he was the most vulnerable.

He rarely said the three magic words, still going by his belief that love made you weak. But you loved him, and you wanted to hear him say it, though you felt his love in different ways.

He hated how his body helplessly arched into your touch, his hips jerking forward. He swallowed, — "I love—" he begun, but he didn't finish the sentence, kissing you instead. His mind told him to stop, to twist this moment into something sharp, but he physically couldn't.

Your hand slipped lower, palming him through his pants, and all he could do was let a choked groan out.

You smiled at the sound, pulling back just enough to watch the flush spread across his cheeks. — "Look at you," you teased him, your voice low as a whisper. He hated how your voice made his pulse stutter. His grip tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer so that there was no space separating you.

— "You're fucking crazy" he growled, hips bucking shamelessly into your touch. You giggled, ans then your mouth was on his neck again, sucking gently on the hot skin. — "I'm the crazy one, and yet you're the one pulling me closer" you murmured.

His breath hitched as you finally undid his belt, the metallic 'clink' of it loud in the quiet room.

His hands landed on your wrists with no real force, his grip weak, trembling.

Your thumb brushed over the head of his already hard cock slowly, and his head fell back against the chair with a thud as he gasped.

His fingers twitched, as if he couldn't decide whether to stop you or beg for more - he didn't beg. Instead he swallowed, preparing himself to speak when the words dissolved into a sharp moan as your fingers curled around him with deliberate precision. His hips jerked forward, chasing the heat of your touch.

He was now trembling beneath you, his breath coming in ragged bursts. His usual composure cracked completely, his eyelids fluttered shut, he bit himself to stifle another sound.

His breath came in short ragged gasps. — "You're going to kill me.." he murmured between pants.

You laughed softly, pressing a kitten lick to the head as you continued working him, — "You love me" you spoke, moving up to kiss him.

He whined as your fingers tightened even more around him, stroking slowly. — "Please" he gasped, a word that usually was forbidden in his vocabulary.

Your free hand sneaked in beneath his shirt to trace his abs, — "You're such a begger" you teased, completely aware of what he thought of that term.

His cock twitched in your hand, he was close now. — "Please, ah" he moaned, hips jerking helplessly as ropes of cum leaked out all over your hand.

Oh he was down bad.

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𝓐ᥫ᭡. Ty for reading!

©hogwartsexpr3ss 2026 - please do not copy or steal my work for your own benefits.

[ju6iter]

[lavenderssigh]

Perhaps anything sub!tom perhaps maybe🤨

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌. ˖᯽ ݁˖

Tom Riddle x female!reader

.✦ ݁˖ Tom always believed that love makes you weak and he was not wrong either. Cause whenever he was with you, he lost all the control he had just moments before.

ᝰ.ᐟ Smut, semi!public sex, handjob, sub!Tom, swearing, english is not authors first language.

𝓐ᥫ᭡. Perhaps.. 🤭

I can't decide if this is cringe, shitty or the best piece of literature i've ever written.

I had a fever writing this so please forgive me for any mistakes oops.. also have fun reading xx.

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— "Please, just put it down" Tom spoke, he didn't even recognize his own voice, low, strained, almost pleading.

You smiled, a michevious grin played on your face as your grip on the book tightened just a little. You flipped to the next page slowly, watching him the entire time.

Watching the way his eyes darkened as your gaze focused on the words written in cursive - his handwriting.

His jaw tightened, if it wasn't for the fact that you were the one snooping in his diary he would've snapped it from your hands long ago. He should. It was his private diary, not some silly book filled with things for you to read.

— "You know, you're really cute when you're flustered." You added, tilting your head. The dim light of the slytherin common room highlighted your eyes in the most perfect way.

Oh he hated when you gave him that look.

It was the one look that he couldn't refuse, the one that made his stomach twist, the one that made him want to pull you closer.

He never did this, he never let anyone in - he needed the control, over himself - over everyone else.

He built a wall, to protect himself. But you? You slipped through his defences as if they never were there.

It gave him a sense of panic, he had no idea how to stop you, he didn't want to use anger or violence - wasn't worth the risk of losing you. And in fact, anger and violence was his only way of scaring people away, the only way he knew atleast.

— "Just give it back, put it down" He said, voice quiet, not intimidating at all.

You laughed, a soft, cozy laugh that was so you in many ways. It curled around him like a spell he couldn't counter. — "Or what? Just let me read it Tom" you challenged, stepping closer until the diary pressed against his chest.

His gaze flicked down for a moment, your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his. Your lips twitched just a little, but he noticed - and for a moment he even imagined kissing them, engaging with your tongue in ways he couldn't even describe.

His hand twitched at his side, but he didn't reach for the book. Instead, he exhaled, a deep sharp exhale before opening his mouth to speak. — "You're fucking insufferable, you know that?"

You grinned, tossing the diary onto the sofa beside you. — "Yeah, I know." You murmured, then, before he had the time to react, you closed the distance between the two of you.

Your hands slid up his chest to curl around the lapels of his robes. Your grip was firm, and he found himself leaning into it, his body and desire for you betraying him before his mind could catch up and stop him.

You pulled away from the kiss, just for a moment. — "But you like it" you whispered, sending shivers down his spine.

He knew in that moment that he should have pushed you away. That he should have reminded himself, that he didn't do this, that he didn't let anyone else close enough to unravel him.

But he failed every time, his love for you was too strong, and like he always said "Love makes you weak"

Perhaps he was right, there was no way in hell that he could say no to you. Not when your lips were inches from his, your breath warm against his skin.

The kiss wasn't gentle, it was claiming, hungry, and he melted into it with a soft sound that normally would mortify him, but not right now.

Not when he was with you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, making his knees weak. He let you guide him backward until the back of his legs hit the edge of an armchair, and then he was sitting, you in his lap as if you belonged there.

His hands found your hips as they always did, gripping tight, as if ge could anchor himself to this moment, and never forget.

Because next time, he'd stop you.

Bullshit.

His breath hitched as your teeth grazed his lower lip. He wanted to resist, wanted to tell you to stop, yet here he was, arching into your touch like some desperate thing. Fingers digging into the fabric of your skirt, practically begging you to take it off.

Your hands slid from his hair down to his shoulders, pushing his robes open with impatient fingers.

He didn't even notice the cool air of the common room, too focused on the way you traced the line of his collarbone, the way your hips rolled against his in a slow, rhythm that made him swallow a moan.

His hands trembled as they touched you, his breathing came in short, uneven gasps. — "Tell me, tell me that you love me" you murmured against his mouth.

He groaned, fingers sliding beneath the crisp fabric of your shirt. You knew exactly what you were doing, asking him when he was the most vulnerable.

He rarely said the three magic words, still going by his belief that love made you weak. But you loved him, and you wanted to hear him say it, though you felt his love in different ways.

He hated how his body helplessly arched into your touch, his hips jerking forward. He swallowed, — "I love—" he begun, but he didn't finish the sentence, kissing you instead. His mind told him to stop, to twist this moment into something sharp, but he physically couldn't.

Your hand slipped lower, palming him through his pants, and all he could do was let a choked groan out.

You smiled at the sound, pulling back just enough to watch the flush spread across his cheeks. — "Look at you," you teased him, your voice low as a whisper. He hated how your voice made his pulse stutter. His grip tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer so that there was no space separating you.

— "You're fucking crazy" he growled, hips bucking shamelessly into your touch. You giggled, ans then your mouth was on his neck again, sucking gently on the hot skin. — "I'm the crazy one, and yet you're the one pulling me closer" you murmured.

His breath hitched as you finally undid his belt, the metallic 'clink' of it loud in the quiet room.

His hands landed on your wrists with no real force, his grip weak, trembling.

Your thumb brushed over the head of his already hard cock slowly, and his head fell back against the chair with a thud as he gasped.

His fingers twitched, as if he couldn't decide whether to stop you or beg for more - he didn't beg. Instead he swallowed, preparing himself to speak when the words dissolved into a sharp moan as your fingers curled around him with deliberate precision. His hips jerked forward, chasing the heat of your touch.

He was now trembling beneath you, his breath coming in ragged bursts. His usual composure cracked completely, his eyelids fluttered shut, he bit himself to stifle another sound.

His breath came in short ragged gasps. — "You're going to kill me.." he murmured between pants.

You laughed softly, pressing a kitten lick to the head as you continued working him, — "You love me" you spoke, moving up to kiss him.

He whined as your fingers tightened even more around him, stroking slowly. — "Please" he gasped, a word that usually was forbidden in his vocabulary.

Your free hand sneaked in beneath his shirt to trace his abs, — "You're such a begger" you teased, completely aware of what he thought of that term.

His cock twitched in your hand, he was close now. — "Please, ah" he moaned, hips jerking helplessly as ropes of cum leaked out all over your hand.

Oh he was down bad.

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𝓐ᥫ᭡. Ty for reading!

©hogwartsexpr3ss 2026 - please do not copy or steal my work for your own benefits.

[lavenderssigh]

Perhaps anything sub!tom perhaps maybe🤨

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌. ˖᯽ ݁˖

Tom Riddle x female!reader

.✦ ݁˖ Tom always believed that love makes you weak and he was not wrong either. Cause whenever he was with you, he lost all the control he had just moments before.

ᝰ.ᐟ Smut, semi!public sex, handjob, sub!Tom, swearing, english is not authors first language.

𝓐ᥫ᭡. Perhaps.. 🤭

I can't decide if this is cringe, shitty or the best piece of literature i've ever written.

I had a fever writing this so please forgive me for any mistakes oops.. also have fun reading xx.

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— "Please, just put it down" Tom spoke, he didn't even recognize his own voice, low, strained, almost pleading.

You smiled, a michevious grin played on your face as your grip on the book tightened just a little. You flipped to the next page slowly, watching him the entire time.

Watching the way his eyes darkened as your gaze focused on the words written in cursive - his handwriting.

His jaw tightened, if it wasn't for the fact that you were the one snooping in his diary he would've snapped it from your hands long ago. He should. It was his private diary, not some silly book filled with things for you to read.

— "You know, you're really cute when you're flustered." You added, tilting your head. The dim light of the slytherin common room highlighted your eyes in the most perfect way.

Oh he hated when you gave him that look.

It was the one look that he couldn't refuse, the one that made his stomach twist, the one that made him want to pull you closer.

He never did this, he never let anyone in - he needed the control, over himself - over everyone else.

He built a wall, to protect himself. But you? You slipped through his defences as if they never were there.

It gave him a sense of panic, he had no idea how to stop you, he didn't want to use anger or violence - wasn't worth the risk of losing you. And in fact, anger and violence was his only way of scaring people away, the only way he knew atleast.

— "Just give it back, put it down" He said, voice quiet, not intimidating at all.

You laughed, a soft, cozy laugh that was so you in many ways. It curled around him like a spell he couldn't counter. — "Or what? Just let me read it Tom" you challenged, stepping closer until the diary pressed against his chest.

His gaze flicked down for a moment, your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his. Your lips twitched just a little, but he noticed - and for a moment he even imagined kissing them, engaging with your tongue in ways he couldn't even describe.

His hand twitched at his side, but he didn't reach for the book. Instead, he exhaled, a deep sharp exhale before opening his mouth to speak. — "You're fucking insufferable, you know that?"

You grinned, tossing the diary onto the sofa beside you. — "Yeah, I know." You murmured, then, before he had the time to react, you closed the distance between the two of you.

Your hands slid up his chest to curl around the lapels of his robes. Your grip was firm, and he found himself leaning into it, his body and desire for you betraying him before his mind could catch up and stop him.

You pulled away from the kiss, just for a moment. — "But you like it" you whispered, sending shivers down his spine.

He knew in that moment that he should have pushed you away. That he should have reminded himself, that he didn't do this, that he didn't let anyone else close enough to unravel him.

But he failed every time, his love for you was too strong, and like he always said "Love makes you weak"

Perhaps he was right, there was no way in hell that he could say no to you. Not when your lips were inches from his, your breath warm against his skin.

The kiss wasn't gentle, it was claiming, hungry, and he melted into it with a soft sound that normally would mortify him, but not right now.

Not when he was with you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, making his knees weak. He let you guide him backward until the back of his legs hit the edge of an armchair, and then he was sitting, you in his lap as if you belonged there.

His hands found your hips as they always did, gripping tight, as if ge could anchor himself to this moment, and never forget.

Because next time, he'd stop you.

Bullshit.

His breath hitched as your teeth grazed his lower lip. He wanted to resist, wanted to tell you to stop, yet here he was, arching into your touch like some desperate thing. Fingers digging into the fabric of your skirt, practically begging you to take it off.

Your hands slid from his hair down to his shoulders, pushing his robes open with impatient fingers.

He didn't even notice the cool air of the common room, too focused on the way you traced the line of his collarbone, the way your hips rolled against his in a slow, rhythm that made him swallow a moan.

His hands trembled as they touched you, his breathing came in short, uneven gasps. — "Tell me, tell me that you love me" you murmured against his mouth.

He groaned, fingers sliding beneath the crisp fabric of your shirt. You knew exactly what you were doing, asking him when he was the most vulnerable.

He rarely said the three magic words, still going by his belief that love made you weak. But you loved him, and you wanted to hear him say it, though you felt his love in different ways.

He hated how his body helplessly arched into your touch, his hips jerking forward. He swallowed, — "I love—" he begun, but he didn't finish the sentence, kissing you instead. His mind told him to stop, to twist this moment into something sharp, but he physically couldn't.

Your hand slipped lower, palming him through his pants, and all he could do was let a choked groan out.

You smiled at the sound, pulling back just enough to watch the flush spread across his cheeks. — "Look at you," you teased him, your voice low as a whisper. He hated how your voice made his pulse stutter. His grip tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer so that there was no space separating you.

— "You're fucking crazy" he growled, hips bucking shamelessly into your touch. You giggled, ans then your mouth was on his neck again, sucking gently on the hot skin. — "I'm the crazy one, and yet you're the one pulling me closer" you murmured.

His breath hitched as you finally undid his belt, the metallic 'clink' of it loud in the quiet room.

His hands landed on your wrists with no real force, his grip weak, trembling.

Your thumb brushed over the head of his already hard cock slowly, and his head fell back against the chair with a thud as he gasped.

His fingers twitched, as if he couldn't decide whether to stop you or beg for more - he didn't beg. Instead he swallowed, preparing himself to speak when the words dissolved into a sharp moan as your fingers curled around him with deliberate precision. His hips jerked forward, chasing the heat of your touch.

He was now trembling beneath you, his breath coming in ragged bursts. His usual composure cracked completely, his eyelids fluttered shut, he bit himself to stifle another sound.

His breath came in short ragged gasps. — "You're going to kill me.." he murmured between pants.

You laughed softly, pressing a kitten lick to the head as you continued working him, — "You love me" you spoke, moving up to kiss him.

He whined as your fingers tightened even more around him, stroking slowly. — "Please" he gasped, a word that usually was forbidden in his vocabulary.

Your free hand sneaked in beneath his shirt to trace his abs, — "You're such a begger" you teased, completely aware of what he thought of that term.

His cock twitched in your hand, he was close now. — "Please, ah" he moaned, hips jerking helplessly as ropes of cum leaked out all over your hand.

Oh he was down bad.

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𝓐ᥫ᭡. Ty for reading!

©hogwartsexpr3ss 2026 - please do not copy or steal my work for your own benefits.

[nottendo]

beg - mattheo riddle

smut. characters written aged up to 18+. mdni.

“matty, please…”

you’ve repeated those two words for the past hour; mattheo’s hand knotted into the hair at the back of your head as he forces you face down against the mattress, ass up high so he can spank on the bed. he’d devoured your pussy like it was his last meal rather than attend astronomy tonight and had you orgasming to the point the sheets were both roughed up and wet.

his free hand spreads your ass just enough that he can groan and thrust his cock up between your cheeks, the fat, sensitive head catching on your entrance as you plead.

“…mhm-matty please?”

he rocks back and forth, tip sliding in a half inch which makes your eyes roll back; groaning as your lips pull a horny smile from ear to ear. a hand coming down hard for a smack that crackles through the dorm he shouldn’t be in. astronomy, you’re both meant to be looking at stars not seeing them behind your eyes. his tip slips in a little further; and before you know it, he’s whispering softly as he kisses up your back at your skin ---

“..be a good girl baby and wait yeah? matty’s got you. patience my little witch.”

you moan against the bedding and wiggle your ass back, whining pathetically.

“please… need you – j-jus-just put it in.”

but he thinks you’re oh so pretty when you beg, and astronomy.. well; the class takes hours, so while he’s got all night he’s going to tease you; squeezing your thighs together and fucking between your slick folds as he breaks and brings you to the point of incessant begging.

[learningtocare]

[lavenderssigh]

Why is Florence and the machine lowk eating rn. Been listening to spectrum on repeat this past hour it's so peak.

[lavenderssigh]

𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 ˖᯽ ݁˖

Mattheo Riddle x female!Reader

.✦ ݁˖ Things get a lil heated at a party and you and Mattheo end up in the bathroom, pressed just a little too close to eachother.

ᝰ.ᐟ Making out, hickeys, just the tiniest bit of smut (if you even can call it that) mention of alcohol, not proof read.

𝓐ᥫ᭡. This is lowk shit and rushed but I wanted to post smth 💋ྀིྀི Enjoy reading mls

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The cold tiles of the wall hit your back as Mattheo unintentionally pushed you against it, his only focus on your lips and the growing bulge in his pants that he had been trying so hard to ignore all night.

You gasped into his mouth as his cold hands found the warm skin of your waist, fingers moving with practiced ease.

You had done this so many times, but the spark was still there, the butterflies dancing in your stomach like elves in fog.

His lips tasted like beer and vodka and something else, something warmer that made your heart skip a beat.

Something so Mattheo.

The faint sounds of music and voices in the hallways were all blurred out by your gasps and whimpers as he sucked gently on your neck, hands sneaking in under your shirt as if it was something casual.

It was.

Your manicured nails trailed patterns all over his back, moving to his hair pulling it, as you found his lips again. He almost let out a moan at that alone, — "Oh fuck y/n, I swear you're gonna be the death of me" He muttered against your mouth.

You smiled, a quiet "Mmph" escaping your mouth as you found his neck this time, sucking on the skin, leaving purple marks you knew would be the cause of a series of jokes from his friends tomorrow morning.

You felt the hard of his cock press against your thighs through his pants, you knew he wouldn’t say anything, wouldn’t ask for anything, not inside a bathroom at a party when your friends were in the other room - not that making out was any better but atleast the clothes stayed on.

Your hands left his hair, earning a whine from Mattheo which quickly turned into a moan the second he realized where they were headed to.

He gasped as your hand landed on his crotch, palming him through his pants. — "Shh.." you tried covering his mouth as he let out a whimper.

The both of you were still pressed against the bathroom wall, dangerously close to the door, dangerously close to the hallway were your friends were partying - completely unaware of what was going on just a wall away.

He threw his head back with a sigh, — "Let's get outta here, now. Please" He spoke, in a hushed, breathless tone.

You nodded, hands leaving his crotch almost immediately. He sighed once again at the loss of contact.

You walked up to the mirror, Mattheo stood beside you and you couldn't help but admire your work. The dark hickeys on his neck, the swollen lips, the kiss marks from your red lipstick smudged all over his face. It all just screamed "Oh yeah we were just about to fuck in the bathroom"

He looked at you, the cockiest look known to mankind displayed on his face as he kissed you again with the same passion - and you could've swore he wanted to take you there, in the bathroom. Like he couldn't resist, even though he created the rule of not doing it in public spaces by himself. He hated his past self for it at this very moment.

You pulled away, — "Come on, just wait until we get home, there’s no way I look that good" You asked, teasing him and he shook his head. — "Oh shut up" he replied, laughing as he poked your chest. Slapping your ass lightly before following you like a lost puppy out of the bathroom.

𝓐ᥫ᭡.