do you think any of your mattheo aus would wear eyeliner??? I feel like he would look so fire in it
men wearing eyeliner >>> instantly makes a man a thousand times hotter imo. and yes, some of them would absolutely wear it.
bodyguard!mattheo: doesn’t wear it on the daily – doesn’t bother. but would let you put it on him if you wanted to. still wouldn’t do it himself, even if he liked the look.
drummer!mattheo: lives in eyeliner, and looks so pretty with it all smudged after an intense and sweaty concert (and oral sex of course).
male stripper!mattheo: puts it on every night for the job, but doesn’t wear it often irl – just when he feels like it.
devil!mattheo: you think it’s eyeliner, but it’s just his eyes.
bsf’s ex!mattheo: tried it, kind of liked it, would put it on if he feels like it.
stuntman!mattheo: doesn’t bother himself, but wouldn’t object if you wanted to put it on him.
football!mattheo: the first time he saw himself with eyeliner was a photoshoot, and he liked it a lot. doesn’t wear it too often, but would listen to his stylist when told that it makes his eyes pop.
welder!mattheo: all the dirt and dust from work is his natural eyeliner lmao, so no. would protest if you wanted to put it on him.
dj!mattheo: it’s his signature stage look. sometimes wears it in his daily life too, but not too often – mostly doesn’t bother.
puppy!mattheo: loves it, and would wear different colours, not just black. asks you to teach him how to do it creatively, too.
bully!mattheo: subtle black in the waterline, but wouldn’t openly admit to it.
gang!mattheo: doesn’t have time or interest for it.
pro-quidditch!mattheo: doesn’t really care, but wouldn’t say no if you wanted to put it on him.
prisoner!mattheo: i mean, if he gets bored in prison… maybe charcoal lmao.
baby daddy!mattheo: absolutely lets his kid put it on him, no matter how messy it might be. pretends to grumble if you take pictures, but isn’t actually mad.
synopsis. one afternoon at your uni, mattheo — the bane of your existence — snoops through your book (he can read?) and finds out you’re not the innocent goodie-two-shoes everyone thought you were. fixated on humiliating you as much as possible, he discovers books are somewhat useful and indeed pleasurable to ride read.
pairing. bully! mattheo riddle x reader
content/mdni. fem!reader, nerd!reader, not-so-inexperienced!reader, allusions to virginity (nothing confirmed 😈) bully!mattheo (he is cruel), toxic! mattheo, possessive!mattheo, jealous!mattheo, slight mention of harry potter x reader (but nothing serious! NO CHEATING!), inappropriate use of books, humping/book-riding, face-slapping (with his cóck), enemies-to-lovers tension, degradation & teasing, slight praise, clit stimulation, deepthroat/facefucking (is there a difference? lmk), dirty talk, name-calling (whore, sweetheart, princess, baby, but also 2 instances of brains), overstimulation & slight dumbification, messy, no p in v this time folks
word count. 3.6k
a/n. had a dream about this one. mostly self-indulged, but i hope you enjoy it! likes and reblogs are appreciated 🫶
“well, well, well, what do we have here?”
mattheo said condescendingly from behind you, making you jump in your seat from the sudden intrusion. he swiftly snatched the book you were reading with the tips of his fingers, gripping it with such delicacy as if it were the most precious jewel. sadly, that was just the impression he was leaving, actually holding the book as far as possible as if it were trash.
you should be used to it by now — the way he always comes in the afternoons in this empty club room to shoo you away for him and his friends to smoke and gamble all they want. unfortunately for them, you were allowed (and even begged) to occupy the room so that delinquents like mattheo won’t do dangerous stuff inside the university.
“brains reading her stupid books again?” he squinted his eyes at the opened pages, pursing his lips together in a mocking way at the black text on the pages. he twisted and turned the book in all directions, feigning interest, only to snicker at you after his examination. slightly closing the book— still keeping track of your page number with one of his fingers as a bookmark — he tilted the object towards your head and let it tap the top of your head.
“there’s still space left up here?”
oh, how he loved making fun of you and your bookworm attics. you didn’t do anything to him to deserve this, really. it’s just that your mere existence irks something in him.
mattheo riddle is a notorious bully at your uni, especially to solitary souls like you. but no one brings him joy like you do; maybe it’s the way you always make yourself small when you see him around, maybe it’s the way you scrunch your nose and avert your eyes every time he even breaths in the same room as you. maybe it’s the way you get quieter than usual, mumbling sometimes under your breath a half-assed retort to his jabs, or the way you look up at him with your puppy eyes in an attempt to soften his attacks.
bad news, sweetheart. it only makes him bully you even more.
“i read for pleasure.”
“and what do you know about pleasure, brains?” he scoffed in an instant at you, almost laughing out loud at your words. pff, reading for pleasure? yeah, and he gets into fights to bring peace among students. likely story.
cracking the book open on top of your head, he used you as a stand to skim through the text to tease you more.
“this shit putting you to sleep is– ” mattheo was ready to confirm that, yes, maybe books making you go to sleep could count as pleasure, but the end of his sentence got stuck in his throat right as his eyes fell on one of the words on the page.
“dick? DICK?”
and he burst into a hideous laugh, menace and surprise so clear in his voice. this was a such a great discovery for him… his favourite nerdy girl was enjoying porn at university. in plain sight. with no worry.
what a shameless little whore.
“mattheo, no! stop that!” he hear you protesting, trying your best to grab at the book and push it away from his hands. but he was faster, stronger, more determined than you to discover more of your depravity. so, removing the book from your head, he replaced it with his hand and pushed you down right back into your seat.
“you’re reading porn? at school? oh my god!” he went on to taunt you, continuing to keep you seated as he resumed his reading of the paragraph. if at the beginning of your meeting he was keeping the book as far away as possible from his face, now he was practically buried between the pages, devouring all the description and the dialogue of the sex scene.
“ugh– this is so embarrassing.”
you puffed out loud, slapping your palms against your face and scrunching every muscle into them. you were such a dumbass, making such a mistake around mattheo like you didn’t already know what kind of person he is. he will never let you get away with it. he won’t snitch, he likes to keep blackmail material to himself, but he will remind you about this every. single. day.
“of course it is! the goodie-two-shoe virgin reads this at university.” he said between laughs, still flabbergasted by the entire incident.
“she pulled his pants and boxers down in an instant. his dick sprung free of its confinements and slapped against his tensed torso, the messy precum already stain–”
“stop, please stop! i can’t listen anymore.” you felt blood boil up into your cheeks, the embarrassment getting the better of you. him reading a few sentences from the book was what tipped you over and made you want the earth to split and shallow you in that instant.
putting your hands on your ears and closing your eyes — in an attempt to completely block any input from mattheo — you smashed your forehead onto the table before you.
you were so done.
“now i understand why you said pleasure!” you faintly heard him say from behind you, probably still continuing to scan the pages. at this point, you hoped and prayed he will just leave the room and never come back.
a small thud resonated in the empty room, then some footsteps. and then silence. did he left? was the universe actually listening to your pleas? was it–
“were you touching yourself, princess?”
a deep seductive whisper sneaked between your fingers, hitting your right ear and making your entire body shiver. his voice, soaked with the most seductive tone you’ve ever heard, went down your spine, generating goosebumps all over your skin. something also did a backflip in your tummy at his lustful words, arousal pooling in your stomach and making your thighs clamp together.
“you are such a pervert, mattheo!” you snapped at him with anger, raising your head fast from the table to glare right at him.
“but were you?”
he was so close to you. so so close. and with his second question he reduced the distance between the two of you even more, now his nose almost touching yours, his eyes staring right into your orbs, trying to figure out your nasty secrets.
“no.”
“so if i check right now, i won’t find you allll wet and sticky?” he purred at you, lowering his gaze to your lower half. one of his hands wandered down there, sliding like a snake down your leg riiiiight above your knee.
your leg twitched underneath his palm, the heaviness of it making you needier.
“what does that have to do with me masturbating?”
the pads of his fingers made their way lower and lower towards your inner thigh, only stopping when they made contact with the material of your panties. the drenched material of your panties.
“i–it’s a biological reaction, even without me doing anything.”
a devilish, elongated oh, reaaaally? was whispered into your ear the moment mattheo dipped his fingers further down your clothed crotch. tapping you twice when he made contact with your sensitive clit, he signaled the beginning of slow circular motions.
“mattheo…” a sharp intake of your breath resonated in the room, joined afterwards by a breathy moan of his name. that made his shit-eating grin grow bigger, now smiling at you like a cheshire cat.
“see, it feels good!”
slow but hard figure eights were drawn against your hardened nub, making your legs all twitchy. if it weren’t for the big distance between you and the table, you would have surely knocked your knees against it a few times.
“doesn’t it, princess? how could you not–”
“n–no.”
“no?”
be it a cheeky retort or not, mattheo was actually angered by your little remark. gripping your right knee with his spare hand, mattheo forcefully opened your legs wider. your skirt was pushed away from your crotch, nicely folding around your stomach. now he had a clear view of your soaked panties sticking to your cunt, molded around your puffy folds and your clit.
“why are you lying to me, baby?” throwing your right leg over his lap, he continued his ministration on your pussy, right now with more precision. his thumb remained on your clit, pushing and prodding against it, while his other fingers were agonizingly tracing up and down your clothed slit.
“your pussy juices are all over my hand and you’re telling me it doesn’t feel good?”
oh, he was mad. really fucking mad.
his middle finger found your desperate little hole, needly clenching around nothing every couple of seconds. adding a bit of pressure with the pad of his finger, mattheo pressed the material of your panties in, creating a little valley for his curious digits.
“oh, i get it.” he said all of a sudden, abruptly ceasing all movement.
your tiny gasps of pleasure were interrupted by a long whine of dissatisfaction, but he paid it no mind.
“that’s not what’s happening in the book! right. riiiight.”
removing his hands from you, he stood up from his seat and moved away from the table altogether. you tried to turn your head towards him, to register his next moved, but did not have time. mattheo, with his muscular arms, managed to spin the school chair around and have you face him.
“you don’t want to be pleasured.”
he said through gritted teeth, somehow a bit offended, somehow a bit excited. keeping his eyes glued to yours, he slowly started to unbuckle his leather belt.
“you want to give pleasure!”
letting his pants drop to the floor with a small clanck, mattheo then opened the buttons of his shirt to give you that sexy manly torso you had been reading about in your stupid porn book. you were also graced with a nice view of his happy trail, fine patches of brown hair disappearing underneath his garments. his boxers were still on and, even though the blackness of the material did not offer much to the eye, your hungry gaze saw the stain of pre-cum.
and, of course, the outline of his hard cock.
“c’mon, sweetheart. you’ve read the beginning of the scene.” mattheo beckoned you to raise from your seat and kneel like a good girl before him.
“come suck me off.”
lust definitely possessed you. there was no other explanation as to why you, one of the most non-problematic students, was actually kneeling in front of mattheo, the top problematic student at your university.
“fuck, you look so good down there!” he groaned at the sight before him, his cock twitching in his briefs at the mere fact that he had you in such a position.
and when you did reach for his undergarments, pulling them down by the hem all the way to his ankles, his shaft slapped against his abs, smearing wetness all over his skin; but unlike the book, his cock then dipped downwards because of its weight, sitting now at eye-level with you.
“touch it, baby! it’s all yours to play.”
your embarrassment was beyond the roof, but so was your arousal. with delicate fingers, you grabbed the base of his cock and tugged it forward, closer to your lips. his red tip was so close to your warm mouth — he could feel your breath on it.
were you scared to take him in? maybe, after all you were a virg–
“oh, fuckfuck, shiiit.”
his soul almost left him when he felt your lips around him, a few inches already inside your wet mouth. your gooey tongue was tasting every single part of his cock, going flat along his sides and engulfing as much of his shaft as possible.
mattheo had to stabilize himself not to fall from the sudden pleasure, and thank god for an additional chair right by his side. gripping the edge of the wooden back, he continued to groan under his breath from your ministration.
“h–hollow your chee– oh my lord!”
there was no point in giving you instructions. it seems like you were connected telepathically with mattheo, already sucking in your cheeks and taking more and more of him in your mouth. a tear fell from your inner corner down towards your puckered lips, and that’s when you took him out of your mouth, short of breath.
your lips, wet from saliva and his precum, were still connected to his cock by a thick rope of wetness. you looked so pornographic before him, there’s no way he will not use this view in his future jerk-off sessions. and that lewd pop when the wet string broke… fucking sexy.
before letting you go back to business, he grasped the side of your head with his hand, palm sliding against your scalp and gripping at the roots of your hair. your eyes, sparkling with the desire to suck him dry, shot him the nastiest glare he has ever seen.
but he was curious of something.
“you’ve sucked cock before, sweetheart?”
he was sure you were a virgin. the whole university knew no one had a chance of getting in your panties. heck, he’s heard about people betting that you’d finish your studies still a virgin. yet, all this does not align with your exceptional head skills. surely porn books like that one weren’t that good of a manual, right?
your tiny nod of approval solved all the mystery.
your tiny nod of approval also ignited something in mattheo. and, this time, it wasn’t desire. something burned in his chest, something tugged at his heart the very moment you confirmed the fact that you did such a thing with another guy.
clutching your hair tighter, he tilted your face towards his. his brown eyes, still blown wide, were now piercing you with possessiveness and jealousy. his brows furrowed, his nose scrunched up, as he spat his next question right in your face.
“who was it? you better not lie to me, whore!”
keeping your face still, he shooed your hands away from his cock, grasping it with his own free hand. you cracked your mouth open, assuming he was going to ram his dick inside, but were only met with a wet slap. on your cheek. of his mushroomy tip.
“you don’t even talk to guys, so you must be– no.”
slap. your other cheek got the same treatment, your skin now stained with his arousal and your spit.
he remembered right in that moment that you have been paired with a guy for a project last week. but there was no way he–
“was it that four-eyed weirdo? potter?”
your eyes widened at his question, and he knew he got it right.
“you’ve sucked–”
slap.
“that nerd’s–”
slap.
“shrimp dick?”
slap.
“and here i thought you are a good girl.” his last slap landed on your lips, still slightly parted from before. nestling his tip between them, mattheo slowly pushed back into your mouth, this time not stopping at a few inches.
“open up, baby! i am gonna fuck that throat raw.” and he was going to keep his promise by the looks of it. not even stopping when you began to slightly choke around him, he stuffed you full of his cock. up to his very base.
your nose was now mere millimeters away from his happy trail; his shaft — a couple inches down your pulsing throat.
“i bet potter never reached that deep spot, huh?”
he was so mean, taunting you with your past experience with potter, while he swiftly started to thrust into your mouth. lips nicely enclosing around his girthy cock, they moved rhythmically and made mattheo feel like he was in heaven.
maybe, just maybe, he will forgive you if you let him cum down your throat.
“breath for me, sweetheart!” it sounded like advice, but, truly, it was a signal that he was going to increase his pace. placing both hands in your hair, mattheo now had full control of your head — bobbing you up and down his length, matching his own hips stuttering inside your mouth.
“atta, girl! fuck, you feel amazing!”
the sloshing sounds of your wet cavity, combined with his stickiness, echoed in the entire room. it was great that the room itself was more secluded, otherwise people passing by would surely realize what was going down in there.
and despite the deafening sounds of his thrusts, mattheo picked up the ruffling of your lower body and the failed attempts of your hands trying to give yourself relief.
“you’re such a pathetic girl!” he laughed out loud, amused by your needy behaviour.
“here, baby, use this.”
knocking around with his foot the book he has dropped — pages down — a while ago on the floor, he slid his shoe between the open pages and moved it in front of you.
“hump the spine like the whore that you are.”
at your visible hesitation, his voice hardened, and a command was issued.
“rub that cunt on it! now!”
moving closer to his foot, you plopped your pussy right on top of the book. the hard cover of the backbone pressed deliciously against your sensitive clit and, without waiting for an invitation, you started rocking your hips against it.
“see? you can listen.”
now, with you chasing your high like a whore with your porn book, he was more enthusiastic about fucking your mouth. hitting the back of your throat without any shame, he lost himself in the feeling of your sticky tongue and tight airpipe.
and, shiiiit, your expressions were doing something to him: your teary eyes, staring at him like a dumb whore, your lips, so deliciously abused by his aggressiveness, going all the way down to his navel with every move.
“don’t ever let potter fuck this mouth again, you heard me?” your eyes were more and more teary and so unfocused, all glossy and blown out; you definitely did not hear him. but he will remind you later. “this is my mouth now.”
dropping his hands from your scalp to the sides of your head, he grasped you tightly, even encapsulating your mistreated cheeks, and dragged you all the way to his torso for the finale.
“take all my cum, sweetheart! all of it.”
you had no other choice but to do as he says, your head practically caged by his hands into his abs. rutting your clit faster against the book, you tried achieving orgasm at the same time as mattheo. the solid material of the cover was a great bonus, and you thank past-you for spending a few extra bucks for a hard cover edition.
the feeling of his thick cum shooting down your throat, together with his moans, did it for you, making your whole body convulse and release all your arousal around the book. completely ruining it with your cum. the book could definitely not be used after this little rendezvous.
but it was all worth it.
“swallow it all, baby!” mattheo groaned loudly while emptying the last of his load in your mouth, creaming you for good.
he set you free after his high passed completely, allowing you to take a biiiig gulp of air. the sudden volume of air knocked you up literally; you fell backwards on your butt, detaching yourself unwillingly from the book.
“messy girl! my messy girl!”
mattheo groaned, towering above you as he was carefully tucking himself in. he was taking in the image of your wrecked body, proud of himself that he ruined you so well.
by the looks of it, you were still a bit out of it; muscles still spasming, eyes still foggy. that was none of his business, however. you brought this all upon yourself the moment you decided to challenge him with that nasty attitude.
kneeling in front of you, he gazed right at your lips – you seemed to have caught your breath. good. so, without a warning, he gripped the side of your cheek, stretched his fingers across it up to your mouth, and hooked one digit under your lips to open you up for an examination.
“tongue out, sweetheart!”
the pain of him stretching your mouth made you conform to his order fast, cracking open your lips and sticking out your tongue for him.
“you actually swallowed it all? nasty fucking whore.”
“you said to, so–”
there was something about mattheo loving to interrupt you at every moment. this time, he didn’t speak over you, choosing to push down his thumb on your sticky tongue to silence you.
“let potter touch you one more time and i will make sure he won’t walk for weeks. understood?”
his thumb was pressing down against your wet muscle with more force; all you could do was nod. you knew what mattheo was capable of. you saw how his victims look after a fight — poor potter would be hospitalized for months...
mattheo seemed pleased with your answer, humming approvingly at you. swiftly removing his hand from your face, you though he was done with you for today. but he had one more thing to say before completely vanishing from the room.
“i will also make sure you won’t walk for weeks either.”
he dipped his head closer to your ear, hissing condescendingly the repercussion you will face. he won’t beat you up — god forbid. and he made it abundantly clear by the way his palm sneaked all the way down to your overstimulated cunt. with a small slap on top of your wet panties, your legs jumping at his touch, mattheo ingrained his little threat in your body.
i love the thought of mattheo with piercings so much, which of your mattheo aus would have a piercing ?
i’m obsessed with mattheo with piercings omg !! love this question so much, and i definitely have some insights on my aus 🙂↕️ decided to include all the aus, even those i haven’t posted/written anything for yet, because i think it’s a great way to start exploring them!
bodyguard!mattheo: no piercings at all, and has never even considered it. would be against getting any if you talked to him about it – not in an ‘ew, piercings’ kinda way, but he just doesn’t see the appeal.
drummer!mattheo: piercings galore. has both of his nipples pierced, an eyebrow piercing, would have a tongue piercing at some point, definitely earrings, a nose ring (right nostril), a bottom lip ring. has seriously considered getting a prince albert once.
male stripper!mattheo: has an earring (right ear, prefers simple small rings, but puts on something special for big show nights at the club). would be open to experimenting with nipple piercings, and would definitely milk it if he noticed he started getting more tips after getting it done.
devil!mattheo: would get an upside down cross earring (left ear) for the aesthetic and the irony, but other than that, he’s not that interested.
bsf’s ex!mattheo: more on the experimental side and doesn’t have a permanent piercing that he always wears. at some points in time, would get his eyebrow, lip and nose pierced, but would remove them after a while. he’s kind of toying with the idea of getting an earring next.
stuntman!mattheo: loves piercings, but doesn’t really want to bother, because he’d have to remove them for the job anyway. might get a small earring so that he could easily remove it whenever he wants to.
football!mattheo: doesn’t wear it during the game, obviously, but outside of it, he might be spotted with a diamond stud or a small ring in his left ear from time to time.
welder!mattheo: doesn’t have any, and would think you’re joking if you ever suggest him getting one. doesn’t even consider it, and thinks they would look completely ridiculous on him.
dj!mattheo: a small stud in his left ear, but he kinda forgets he even has it sometimes, because he got it so long ago. getting new piercings isn’t really a priority for him.
bully!mattheo: has his left eyebrow pierced. when he got it, it was his whole personality for like a month afterwards. considers getting something else done (leaning towards the nose) because he enjoys the attention.
gang!mattheo: doesn’t have any, because he doesn’t have time nor any interest in them.
pro-quidditch!mattheo: would still have his eyebrow piercing (left eyebrow) from school, of course, removing it during the game.
prisoner!mattheo: can’t really wear piercings in prison, so nothing.
baby daddy!mattheo: has a small ring in his left ear. pretends to be annoyed, but immediately softens whenever his kid plays with it.
