Matteo Riddle drabbles
Haven't really written in a long time, but i'm trying to get back into it, hopefully more to come.
warnings: not to crazy, suggestive themes, language, lust, fluff mdni
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Matteo is a watcher, notices everything, like how your breathing changes when you realize his eyes are latched on to your like a predator ready to pounce on his prey and swallow you whole:
"your staring" you say as you apply your body lotion in the mirror, in nothing but a bra and panties, his favorite set none the less.
" i'm not staring" he says with a grin plastered on his face "when people say staring it's not always a good thing"
"well, what would you call this then?" you say followed by an effortless giggle, your hair falling around your face creating enough shadow so he can't see you blush.
"ogling maybe, or eye fucking even" he says matter of factly like it's the obvious choice. but then again, when is Matteo riddle not undressing you with his eyes...
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Your friendship with Matteo Riddle is still new, one night while studying together in your dorm the books become long forgotten about:
"Matteo?" you ask trying to get him to turn his attention to you
"yes" his voice is horse from not speaking for a while after being buried in studies for your potions test tomorrow.
"you don't have a nic name" you say plainly but your brows are furrowed.
"no i do not, it's just Riddle to everyone else" he looks up at you know, trying to figure out were your going with this.
"Your friends call you Matteo"
"they do." he states as if he is bored, but his eyes tell a different story.
"I need something to call you." your voice just above a whisper, not because you're scared, because you find it intimate.
"do you now?" he chuckles
" is matty ok?" you say in a lustful tone, knowing exactly what your doing.
something in his eyes darkens, and he can almost imagine you moaning his new nic name, breathless, bagging for him.
He pauses for a moment and licks his lips, "darling, you can call me whatever you want to as long as i can call you mine..."
His eyes never move away from you, like your locked in a trance your breath hitches and you tilt your head to the side playfully, "matty are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"
"what would you say if i was?" he says matching your playfulness
your nodding breathlessly and blushing, "yes" almost like your body is moving faster then your mind and your reaching out for him.
When he leans in to kiss you it's almost like time stops, your books long forgotten about. Everything around you stands still, nothing outside the door matters anymore. Your lips melt against each other and tongues dance together like they depend on it, because they do. Your hands move to his hair and he groans from your soft pulls. It just feels right, tastes right, he floods your system and all of your senses just feel him, know him.
His cologne, his hands roaming up your sides leaving a trail of fire burning in their wake. Everything is just so entirely him. Like coming home and falling into your bed but instead your falling into his arms.
So when we finally moves his hands to cup your ass and lifts you with ease onto his lap and you gasp, feeling him and how big he is underneath you.
"Matty" your chest rising and falling trying to catch your breath
"you have no idea what your doing to me, you keep saying my name like that you'll be in for a long night darling." he says then dives back into your lips like your everything he could even need.
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