Mattheo stared at his girlfriend who was currently screaming at some random man who happened to get on your nerves; a smile spread across his face at the sight. "She's having fun, I think I'll leave her be."
"The poor bloke isn't havin any fun." Blaise commented with a small smile of his own before looking back at mattheo.
"She's quite beautiful when she's mad, no?" Theodore asked with a side smile.
"Believe me, nobody loves my vindictive bitch more than I do." Mattheo grinned ear to ear as you tormented the poor man.
His hot headed girlfriend.
Once you had finally returned to him, he placed a kiss on your cheek before moving it to your lips. "What happened?"
"What happened? I'll tell you what happened!" As you had begun to tell your story, Mattheos friend swore he had hearts for eyes.
His hand was caressing your own, staring deeply at your face with a small - subconscious smile on his own. "I love you." He blurted out whilst you were mid-rant making you falter almost instantly.
You smiled softly. "I love you too, but don't ever interrupt me again."
"Of course, my apologies baby." He placed a kiss on your forehead, his arm now wrapped around your shoulder possessively.
You had started once again complaining about whatever the man had done earlier causing Mattheos lovestruck look to return once more - not that it ever really wore off.
He was simply too in love to have any self respect when it came to you.
summary: you know what they say about newlyweds, the honeymoon phase. but there was no one quite as obsessed with their wife than the newly married dark lord's heir, mattheo riddle.
warnings: voldemort wins au (although not focused on), mattheo being obsessed with reader, SMUT, pet names, praise, p in v, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving) in front of someone else. (mattheo so obsessed he does not GAF). light choking, cockwarming ig (?)
authors notes: is it proofread? of course not. but it's my accounts 6th birthday so happy birthday guys!!!
word count: 3.8k
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the ball was in full swing by the time you got there. grand chandeliers glittered above your head, the ceiling enchanted to look like the night sky. the room was packed with powerful, rich pureblood men and their wives, standing beside them, smiling politely, waiting to be spoken to.
this was what life was now, after the war. lord voldemort, mattheo's father, had ruthlessly crushed the wizarding world, moulding it into exactly what he had always dreamed of. society's elite stood in front of you, participating in their little events. balls, galas, charity events, dinners. all stuff you had never cared for.
"you say the word and we're leaving," mattheo murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as you stepped into the room beside him with a nod. his hand tightened on your waist as every eye turned to you two.
it was quite the spectacle: mattheo, the dark lord's heir, and his new, blushing, perfect pureblood wife. you had married a month and a week ago today, and mattheo had done everything in his power to keep you away from the spotlight. but there was only so much privacy you could have when you married the heir of the dark lord, really.
you remembered the newspapers erupting with the news that mattheo had finally taken his wife. he had been the last of his friends to take a wife, some believing he may never take one. after all, he was incredibly busy with all his ministry work.
he had done his best to hide you, especially given you had been together since before the war. that was six years ago.
"that's her, his wife-"
"-she's a pureblood, of course."
"-very pretty, lord riddle has always had good taste-"
mattheo moved you through the crowd, giving brief introductions and hellos, curt nods as he weaved you through, his hand never leaving your back. he hated these events with every ounce of his being, you knew that.
after all, he had done nothing but complain the last two days, face buried in the side of your neck, groaning about how boring they are, and how he hates everyone that goes. about how he wanted nothing more than to board up the manor with you and never leave.
"we haven't left in over a month, matt," you had said softly, laying down on the bed with him, brushing a curl away from his forehead as he pulled back to look at your face.
"not long enough."
but eventually, he did have to make his return to society. his job and responsibilities required it. he was now basically royalty in the wizarding world, for better or for worse, and the people wanted to see their new princess. you.
you knew he didn't like these galas, but as you looked at his face, he seemed unbothered, calm. you, on the other hand, were not. you could feel every stare, every whisper prickled against the hair on the nape of your neck.
their gazes traced every aspect of you, your hair, your face, your dress. your hands curled into his sleeve imperceptibly. you let out a shaky breath, doing the only thing that made sense for you. the one thing you knew this society desired: you bowed your head, eyes trailing to the ground as you stood by mattheo.
it was graceful, perfect. like a proper pureblood wife.
his eyes flickered to you immediately, noting your position. he hated it, you hated it, but it was the only thing that felt acceptable under the weight of their gazes. from your peripheral vision, you saw the way his jaw ticked, the way his mouth opened as he was about to tell you to stop.
but he didn't get the chance. it wasn't long before you were intercepted, as expected.
"lord riddle." mattheo's gaze snapped from you to the woman who stood in front of him now, giving a practiced curtsy only years of experience in this society could give, "what a pleasure. you've been sorely missed."
she stood from her curtsy, head still bowed slightly as she awaited mattheo's response. she held a sharp smile on her face, one that mattheo did not return, "have i?"
his tone was mild, in a way that made it clear he was completely uninterested and did not wish for an answer. the woman's eyes were quick to flicker to you, assessing, calculating. her gaze wasn't warm, but wasn't necessarily cold, either. just that signature detached look all powerful purebloods seemed to have.
"you must be the bride."
"a pleasure."
"yes," mattheo spoke, his hand that had lay gently on the small of your back tightening, "my wife."
he didn't introduce you the way he was supposed to: yes, this is my wife, or allow me to introduce-. just, my wife. final. he was lucky he could get away with that, his power allowing him to bypass some pleasantries he did not wish to give.
the woman noted it, immediately. her smile didn't falter, but something in her posture shifted, her gaze flickering back over to mattheo, "well, we were beginning to think you'd abandoned us, lord riddle. such a long...honeymoon."
this time, a smile broke out onto mattheo's face. a real flicker of amusement, something normally saved for your private moments, or with his friend. his gaze flickered down to you as he spoke, "some things are more important than balls."
your breath caught. a faint blush creeped up your neck as you bowed your head again, trying to hold the smile that begged to break out onto your lips at his words.
the woman excused herself not long after, but you weren't granted much respite. it turns out, that when someone as prominent a figure as mattheo drops off the face of the earth for a month, suddenly when he returns there is much to discuss.
lords, ladies, ministry officials. all smiles and pleasantries and carefully chosen words, assessing glances trying to figure out the union between him and his new bride, the power shift it represented. that it represented that he would eventually sire an heir and the riddle line would continue.
mattheo endured it. barely. his responses were clipped, efficient, clearly laced with a perfected mixture of disinterest and calculation that reminded everyone exactly who held power in that room, even when he had been gone.
every so often, his fingers would brush your arm, his hand would tighten at your waist, his gaze would soften when it landed on you on the few seconds you got between people who seemed to be lining up to be introduced to you.
the night passed somehow both agonisingly slow and incredibly fast, a weird warp of time, until music started to build for the final waltz. the last dance of the night.
his body went rigid beside you as he watched all couples begin to gravitate towards the dancefloor. his gaze flickered down to you, a small shake of his head, "we don't have to."
you gave him a soft smile back. because yes, technically you did not have to. but it was expected. you should do it. you knew that, he knew that. your voice was soft, "it's just a dance, matt."
his posture shifted just slightly, eyes warming once more as he took a small step forward, turning around. then, he offered his hand out to you, brown eyes catching yours as his lips quirked into a small, private smile.
you put your hand into his as he led you to the dance floor, letting out a soft breath as he turned around to face you, hand settling on your back, eyes focused on you.
the music began to play, and you moved in a practiced, flawless, fluid movement. the second the music started and you began moving, all the other noise faded, the feeling of their burning gazes, the whispers, all you could focus on was the way his eyes, your husband's eyes, warmed when he looked at you.
"stop looking at the floor," he said, and you knew he wasn't talking about now, not when you two had been staring at each other like the other had hung the moon. he meant before, when he was talking to those other lords and ladies.
"i thought that's what a good pureblood wife did," you responded softly, teasingly, as he spun you, before his hand settled back onto your back.
"i didn't marry a proper pureblood wife, i married you," he said, eyes never leaving yours as his hold on your waist tightened, pulling you closer, "and i want them all to see your face, see the beautiful face of my bride."
the music swelled and came to an end, murmurs filling the room as women curtsied to their partners. you held mattheo's gaze for a second more before a smile pulled onto your features, leading down to curtsy.
mattheo was quick to lead you off the dancefloor. the gazes and whispers returned, but this time, neither of you noticed. you were too busy focused on each other.
he leaned in, mouth brushing against your ear, voice low as his arm snaked around to the small of your back again, "come on, time to go."
the second the doors to his study shut behind you, the outside world ceased to exist once more. there were no whispers, no watching eyes, no expectations.
just him.
mattheo didn't even bother with decorum, he took his suit jacket off, throwing it on a heap on the floor and his hands were on you immediately, firm at your waist as he guided you backwards a step, then another until he found his desk chair, sitting down.
"merlin," he breathed, his eyes never leaving yours, "i thought that night would never end."
you barely had time to laugh before he pulled you onto him, your hands instinctively coming to his shoulders as you climbed onto his lap without a second thought, like it was second nature. because it was.
"well i think you handled yourself perfectly, lord riddle." the name was a tease, a joke, a breathless giggle escaping your lips.
he groaned at that, head tipping back dramatically against the chair.
"don't start," he muttered softly, though there was no heat to it, only exhaustion laced with relief. his hands slid down from your shoulders to your waist, to the small of your back, "i've heard enough of that title to last a lifetime."
"mm," you hummed with a smile, fingers brushing through the curls at the nape of his neck, "the ministry seem quite fond of it."
"the ministry," he started flatly, "can survive without me for the night."
your laughter bubbled out again, and this time he smiled, a real, proper smile, eyes softening as he looked up at you.
he looked so different like this. not the heir, the feared name whispered across the country. just your husband. your incredibly handsome husband.
his thumb traced absent circles against your side, gaze drifting over your face like he was memorising it all over again. his eyes were impossibly soft as he soaked in your every move, your small, even breaths, the way your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks, "they wouldn't stop looking at you."
you tilted your head, "that's kind of the point, isn't it?"
his jaw ticked as he looked away for a fleeting second, before his gaze shot back to you, like he couldn't stand not having you in the centre of his sight, "i don't like it."
there was no teasing in his voice now. no edge, just something low and possessive; honest.
"jealous, are we?"
"violently."
that earned a giggle from you as he leaned down and captured your lips, kiss hungry as if the few hours he hadn't been able to had starved him. a rough hand came up to cradle the back of your head, not caring about messing up your flawlessly styled hair. his other hand stayed firm against your waist, your own hands coming up to trace the curve of his jaw.
"my beautiful wife," he murmured against your lips, saying his favourite words.
he captured your lips once more, this time softer, more gentle, like he was savouring the sensation. his hand moved to your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek gently as he pulled back, brown eyes serious as he looked at you.
"we aren't going to the next one."
"mattheo-"
"i mean it," he said against your lips again, stealing a kiss before he leaned his forehead on yours, "i didn't wait this long to have you just to have to share you with those people."
his lips met yours once more, his hands roaming, exploring your body. the kiss deepened, you leaning back, pulling his lips with you as your hands traced the way down to his trousers, lightly pulling at his belt.
mattheo pulled away, brown eyes flickering to yours as he spoke, "on your knees, baby."
you do as he commanded without a word, dropping to your knees softly, your dress' skirt pooling around you on the floor. with a soft clink, he opened his belt, unlooping it and unzipping his trousers, letting his cock spring free.
you took him in your hand, his hand reaching for your cheek, his head leaning back against his desk chair as he closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of your hands, warm, wrapped around him. he let out a breath, giving your head a gentle tug forward, letting you know what he wanted.
you didn't hesitate, your tongue poked from between your lips, licking a strip at his tip, the salty taste of his precum against your tongue. you pulled away, your breath fanning over him as you leaned down, your tongue licking from the base to his tip in an agonisingly slow movement.
his breath shuddered, his head moving back to heave a breath before looking back down at you, a breathless chuckle escaping him, "you drive me crazy, angel."
your tongue circled his head once more, taking your time, eyes focused on his face as you used one hand to pump his length and the other to steady yourself against his thigh. then, you took him in your mouth, sinking onto him as you curled your toes, taking him as deep as you could go.
"so good, so fucking good f'me, baby," he praised, hand in your hair as his thumb caressed your cheek.
you worked on him, sucking, swirling, your movements changing from fast to slow, lifting off him for air, circling his tip with your tongue before sinking back down, taking him all in your mouth. he praised you, words falling off his lips as he let out a light groan.
then, a sharp knock sounded against the door.
you halted your movements, looking up at mattheo. he looked down at you, then back at the door, before he shuffled the chair forward, forcing you into the space under his desk. you crouched your head down further, pulling your skirt to hide.
"come in," his voice morphed immediately, totally changed from how he'd spoken to you moments ago. colder, commanding, a voice that would send chills down anyone's spine, no doubt paired with that cold, dead stare that had people's knees shaking.
you couldn't see who it was, after all there was a wooden barrier hiding you from view, and you had your back to the door, mouth still wrapped around mattheo's cock.
"speak."
you tried to move back, to lift your mouth off mattheo's cock as the man who had entered, a worker of mattheo's no doubt, began to speak. mattheo did not say a word to you, did not look down, kerping his dead stare focused on the man in front of him.
but his hand, which had been in your hair, tensed as you pulled away, and it came down to immediately push you back on. you tried to swallow the gag that begged to echo through the room
"my lord, there's been some unrest in the wizengamot."
you stilled your mouth against mattheo, not moving. you couldn't, mattheo's hand was still at the back of your head, not moving either, not wanting to make any noise.
"the wizengamot?" mattheo repeated.
"yes, my lord. they're requesting authorisation to-"
mattheo's hand underneath the table pulled you further, your nose brushing against his pelvic bone as you tried not to gag around his entire length being pushed down your throat, taking him entirely. you heard the silent command: keep going.
mattheo did not let the man finish speaking, "handle it."
"han- handle it how, my lord?"
your tongue swirled around him as you sucked again, starting slower. at the sensation, mattheo's thumb stroked your cheek again, a silent praise of you continuing. your stomach clenched at the thought of your predicament: you hiding under the desk, secretly sucking your husband off as he handled business.
it was exhilarating.
"do you seriously need to ask me that?" mattheo asked from above the table, eyes narrowing. you quickened your movements, moving forwards and backwards again, tongue swirling, sucking. he didn't miss a beat, voice serious, void of the breathless it had held a mere minute ago, "make an example if you have to. what exactly is going on?"
"there is a few sympathisers-"
mattheo's thighs tensed around your shoulders, and you knew what that meant: he was close. you quickened your pace.
"there will be no sympathisers," mattheo cut him off again, "see to it."
"of course, my lord."
there was a brief silence between the two men, mattheo taking a short pause as he let out a breath. your mouth filled with his warmth, taking it all in your mouth as you swallowed, continuing to swirl your tongue up the underside of his dick.
"is that all?" mattheo asked.
"yes, my lord."
"go."
the man was quick to leave as he always was, shutting the door behind him. the second he was gone, mattheo pulled back, rolling his chair back and coming down to put large hands either side of your waist, pulling you up.
you stood in front of him, slightly out of breath as he leaned down, littering nipping kisses down the channel of your neck before turning you around.
"bend over," he commanded, and you were quick to listen to him. your cheek met the cold wood of his desk as you turned your head to the side. it was the perfect height for you to bend over, a design you were sure was not sheer luck.
his hands made quick work of trailing up your leg, bunching up the silk of your dress as his fingers pulled your panties off in a swift movement, fingers pressing against your folds.
"filthy girl all wet sucking me off secretely, hm?" mattheo spoke lowly, his fingers circling as you clenched in anticipation, thighs tensing as he moved his hand away.
you could hear him let out a breath, and then you felt his tip, hard again, ridiculously slow, pressing against your folds. he held it there, watching you bent over for him, the way you tried to back into him. a smirk rose to his face.
"matt, please-" you spoke breathlessly, hands curling against the wood.
he loved this, you knew he did. watching you writhe as he teased your entrance with his tip. the way your back arched subtly, the breathy sounds of your begs. it excited him, it thrilled him.
"only if you ask nicely, angel."
his voice held a tint of amusement, as it always did, as he pressed his tip in, then took it back out, going back to brushing it against your folds. your voice was shaky, breathless, "please, matt, i need you."
"mm," he hummed, watching you with a half-smirk, half-smile. he leaned down, pressing a kiss against your bare shoulder, voice low, "anything for my beautiful wife."
then, he thrusted in. he was not gentle, he didn't ease in by inch, no. he let you feel every bit of him, long, thick, stretching your walls. he didn't let you get used to his size either, no. he thrusted, setting a brutal pace, his hands on your hips as he drove into you.
your back arched against the desk, stomach still covered in the silk of your dress, pressing firmly into the wood. your nails scratched against the desk as you let out a moan. mattheo grunted from behind you, his fingers digging into your hips, making bruises you knew he'd kiss and caress tomorrow morning.
"my filthy girl," he groaned, hands moving to your stomach to pull you up slightly, pace still brutal, your back arching away from him. one hand stayed firm against your stomach, holding you in place, not giving you any escape from his brutal pace. the other made it's way up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and settled on your throat.
he squeezed it, peering around to look at the sight of his wedding ring, cool against the soft skin of your neck. it glinted faintly off the moonlight, the sight of the gold placed firmly around your neck riling him up more, his pace becoming more brutal.
because that ring, wrapped around your neck, was a sign of what you were. his wife. his.
"mine," he said, "all mine."
his pace faltered a little as your back arched more, both of you reaching your climaxes. he quickly pulled out, you whining at the removal, but he was swift in his movements, turning you around and driving back in.
he liked to look at your face when he made you cum.
and he did. even though his own climax, his eyes remained open, soaking in the sight of your face, lips slightly apart as you moaned, coming down from your high. pleasure he had gave you.
he slowed his movements to a halt after you both came, panting heavily. brown eyes followed your face, the way your chest heaved, and then to where he was still buried inside you, holding his cum inside of you.
with a swift movement, he lifted you up, keeping himself firmly buried inside and sat himself down on his desk chair, you on his lap.
your head came down to rest against his shoulder, eyes shut as you caught your breath. his touch was gentle as he pushed a piece of hair out your face, soaking in the sight of you like this.
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.”
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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.”
mattheo riddle who never ever smokes around you because you hate the smell. instead, he keeps his smoking for late nights with theodore on the astonomy tower. mattheo riddle who wakes up feeling a little rush of dopamine when he sees you sleeping next to him and he’s never felt so happy to see someone. mattheo riddle who starts a fight with any guy who (god forbid) dares to try and ask you out. mattheo riddle who claims to hate the cheesy romcoms you make him watch with you but he secretly starts liking them a little bit more and more each time. mattheo riddle who always helps you out with your charms, dada and transfiguration homework. mattheo riddle who despite whatever others might think, is never ever mean to you. he’s always listening and trying to give you the love he was never shown. mattheo riddle who beats himself up after you guys argue because he wishes he didn’t raise his voice at you and start slamming things around. mattheo riddle whom you love with all your heart and soul, just as he loves you ♡(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
summary: Trying to get back at Matty for making you jealous, you end up in a predicament none of you saw coming.
pairing: Mattheo Riddle & Theo Nott x Reader
word count: 1.8k words
warnings: Explicit smut, jealousy, alcohol consumption, grinding in public, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), p in v sex, cuck mattheo if you squint, creampie, 18+ MDNI
note: send me Matty requests!!
The common room is buzzing as it usually does after the boys win against Gryffindor. Excitement lingers in the air, along with the scent of something stronger, that you can only assume was snuggled in by a group of rowdy seventh years.
Laughter and cheers echo through the room, drowning out the crackling fireplace, where a few players lounge. But none of that matters because all you can focus on is Mattheo’s hand on another girl’s waist, lips brushing against her ear as she giggles. Fucking bastard.
Your rage and jealousy have you marching over towards Mattheo, but suddenly your path is blocked.
“He’s not worth the trouble, bella.”
“Get outta my way, Theo!” you snarl, trying to shove past him but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he pulls you closer into him, “Why don’t you give me your attention tonight instead, mi amor?”
Your eyes narrow, searching his emerald irises for any hint of insincerity.
“What do you mean?”
He hands you a glass of firewhisky and pulls you towards one of the couches. He pats his thighs as he sits, motioning for you to sit on his lap.
“Really?”
“Do you want to make him jealous or not?”
It doesn’t take long for the firewhisky to hit and after a few minutes, you find yourself basically grinding on Theo.
His hands grasp your hips possessively, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he steers you in slow, tortuous circles on his lap.
As you make eye contact with Matty from across the room you can instantly tell he’s jealous.
The way his fingers tighten around his glass. The sharp flicker of his gaze as it snaps to you, burning, jaw clenching.
“Anddd he’s still looking,” Theo muses, voice low, lips barely ghosting your skin.
You press down harder on his lap, your pussy involuntarily getting wetter at the contact, and a moan escapes your lips.
Matty moves— and in an instant, he’s towering over you and Theo, looking murderous. Before you can even smirk in satisfaction, his hand is gripping your wrist, tugging you off of Theo’s lap with little effort.
“I think that’s enough,” Matty growls, his voice laced with something dark. His grip tightens, not exactly painful, but firm, leaving no room for you to argue.
“Didn’t take you to be the jealous type,” Theo says casually.
Mattheo doesn’t dignify him with a response. Instead, he drags you though the sea of students, out of the common room and straight to his dorm.
The door slams behind you and Mattheo’s hands are all over you.
“What the hell was that, huh?” He asks, pulling your shirt down over your bra before his hands grip your ass harshly. But before you can say anything, there is a knock at the door followed by Theo’s voice, smug as ever.
“Hai lasciato cadere questo, principessa.”
You forgot this, Princess.
When Mattheo opens the door, Theo is dangling your silver bracelet in the air. It must have slid off your wrist while you were dancing on him.
“Thank you,” you say as your grab the jewelry from him. Mattheo stands impatiently, waiting for him to leave. But instead, Theo enters the room.
“Oh, don’t let me interrupt, do continue whatever it was you were planning to do to her.”
It is now extremely clear to you that Theo still has a raging hard-on from when you were dancing on him.
“Not with you in here… out!” Mattheo all but shouts at Theo.
Theo’s eyes darken, “we’ve done it before.”
At this, you give Mattheo a look of bewilderment.
“Not with her.”
You swallow hard, gripping the bracelet in your palm. "What does he mean, ‘done it before'?"
Mattheo hesitates and you feel your pulse quicken.
"Mattheo."
His gaze meets yours.
"It's complicated,” he says and you take a step back.
"That's not an answer."
A muscle in his jaw twitches.
“He likes to get under my skin, baby. That's all it is."
You shake your head, "I don't believe you."
Mattheo steps forward, reaching for you, but you pull away and his eyes darken.
"Don't let him mess with your head, baby. He's playing a game."
You bite your lip, watching him closely.
“And what if I want to play?”
Mattheo’s gaze sharpens, his frustration morphing into something else—something dangerous.
“You don’t,” he says, voice low, possessive, but the way he looks at you says otherwise.
Theo grins widely now, taking another step towards you.
"It seems your boy doesn’t want to share you,” he states as you glance at Mattheo, “but you have the power here, bella.”
“Oh, this is bullshit!” Mattheo groans.
“I think you want to,” Theo muses, motioning to the wet patch you left on his pants earlier, causing you to blush. You’re afraid to even look at Mattheo now.
Theo reaches out to cup your chin, tilting your head back so you look up at him. "If you asked him right now to watch while I fuck you senseless, I bet he'd do it."
Your heart hammers in your chest, but now you’re horny, and your decide to take a risk.
"Would you, Matty?" you ask, turning your head slightly to break Theo's hold. Your heart races as you meet Mattheo's eyes again, searching for any sign that this might not end in disaster.
All of you know that Mattheo could never deny you anything.
Mattheo's eyes flicker from Theo to you, then back again. His jaw clenches and unclenches, a muscle twitching there.
"Yes," he finally growls and your pussy pulses in response, wetness soaking through your panties.
With a smug smile, Theo leans down to press his lips against yours. Before you can deepen the kiss, Mattheo's hands are on your waist, pulling you away, “not yet," he commands. Theo smirks, backing off for now.
Mattheo leads you over to his bed, pushing you gently onto your back.His eyes never leave yours as he joins you on the mattress, lying beside you.
"Lift your hips, darling," Mattheo orders, sliding his hands under the hem of your skirt. You comply, lifting your ass so he can slide your drenched panties down your legs and toss them aside.
Theo watches, licking his lips as Mattheo parts your thighs and lowers his head between them. His tongue delves into your slick folds, stroking through your slick heat before circling around your swollen clit.
Your breath catches as Mattheo sucks your clit into his mouth, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Theo watches greedily, one hand stroking himself through his pants.
Mattheo's fingers slide inside you, curling upwards as they press against that spot only he knows how to find.
Your moans fill the room as Mattheo devours you, fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, driving you closer to climax. Theo yanks his pants and boxers down so his cock springs free.
Theo fists his shaft, working it furiously as he watches Mattheo feast on you. His other hand grips your breasts roughly, squeezing and kneading you through your shirt.
As you writhe beneath him, you feel yourself begin to peak, Mattheo stops suddenly, raising his head to look at you. Your core aches, yearning for release. "What….. why did you stop?"
"Because, baby," Mattheo breathes, a cruel twist to his lips. "I thought you wanted me to watch him fuck you senseless?”
You whimper in protest as your cheeks burn, your pussy pulsing with unsatisfied need. But before you can utter a word, Theo is there, positioning himself between your spread legs.
Theo's rough hands grip your ass, tilting your hips as he rubs his cock along your slit. Every inch of your skin tingles as he drags his length through your wetness, not entering you, teasing you further.
"You're torturing me," you moan, hips bucking in a pathetic attempt to impale yourself on Theo's cock. He smirks, enjoying this game too much.
Theo's hips flex, pressing just an inch of his thick cock into you. "Ohhh fuck”, you moan, feeling the tight fit as you stretch to accommodate him. He pushes a little deeper, making you gasp.
Your nails dig into the sheets as Theo slides in further, a delicious ache spreading through your core. Mattheo leans down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss.
Theo pumps into you, his hips meeting yours with forceful thrusts.
Your lips still tangled with Mattheo's, moaning into his mouth, your fingernails now dig into his chest.
Breaking the kiss, Mattheo trails his mouth down your neck, nipping and sucking as he moves lower. Theo slams into you harder, hitting that sweet spot with each thrust.
"Let me taste you now, baby," you say to Mattheo.
"Yeah?" He asks, eyes darting wildly between yours.
“Mhm," you all but moan as you bite down on your lip so hard you swear you could draw blood.
Within seconds Mattheo's pants are down and his erect cock is level with your face.
Taking Mattheo's thick cock in your hands, you guide it to your eager mouth, wrapping your lips around its tip. Your tongue swirls around the head, tasting precum and saltiness, encouraging more.
Moaning around Mattheo's cock, you take more of him into your mouth as Theo increases his pace, hammering into your wet cunt as Mattheo pushes deeper into your throat.
Your jaw aches with the effort to accommodate Mattheo's girth, saliva pools at the corners of your mouth as you take him deep.
Theo slams into you harder, driven wild by the sight of you sucking Mattheo's cock. Sweat beads on his brow as he pounds you relentlessly, adding the occasional twist of his hips to grind against your clit.
"Such a dirty little slut you are for us, bella" Theo notes, causing your pussy to flutter
Your walls clutch tightly around Theo's cock, your orgasm building with each thrust.
"That's it, baby," Mattheo groans, his fingers tangling in your hair as he face-fucks you, “take every inch of that big cock."
"Mmm," you babble around Mattheo's cock, suction increasing as Theo's strokes become more aggressive. Your body tightens like a bowstring ready to snap, pleasure coiling in your belly.
You raise your eyes to Mattheo's, pleading silently. Theo slaps your ass, punctuating each of his words with a forceful thrust. "Cum. for. us., Bella," he demands.
You’re over the edge as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave.
Your climax triggers Theo's, his cock throbbing as he erupts deep inside you. The sound of Mattheo's ragged breaths fill the air as he grips your hair tighter. "Fuck yeah, baby. Cum all over his cock. That's it, that's a good girl," he praises before erupting down your throat in hot spurts.
As Theo pulls out, ropes of cum spill from your spasming hole, coating the sensitive folds of your pussy. Mattheo drags you upright, locking his mouth onto yours.
Mattheo kisses you ferociously, the salty tang of his cum still on your tongue mingling with Theo's musk lingering on your lips.
“I guess we’ll have to win all of our matches from now on, if it’ll lead to this,” Theo smirks.
“Okay, you’ve overstayed your welcome! Get out!” Mattheo yells as the three of you erupt into a fit of laughter.
sum == mattheo grows suspicious of you and theo’s relationship after you thought you smelled him in the amortentia, but is ultimately left embarrassed when he learns the truth.
words == 973
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Mattheo sat with a scowl on his face as he stared at you and Theo across the slytherin common room, rolling his eyes when you slapped Theo’s arm while laughing at something he said.
It couldn’t have been that funny, he thought, sighing dramatically to himself. He rested his chin on his palm, watching you two through squinted eyes.
“You good?” Enzo’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts.
Mattheo gives him an annoyed look, before looking back to you.
Enzo chuckles, and let’s out a knowing sigh, “Ahhh.. I see.” He mutters. “You’re jealous.”
Mattheo’s head whips back to him. “Jealous? Of that?” He pretends to gag, “It’s disgusting, nothing to be jealous about.” He says as he slowly turns back to the two of you.
Enzo shakes his head sympathetically as he watches him watch you. “You’re only disgusted because it’s not you.” He says in a sing-songy voice, teasing Mattheo.
He shakes his head and ignores Enzo, because he knows that he’s right, except he’s not exactly disgusted, more of a mix of angry, betrayed, and jealous.
Ever since you smelled Theo in the amortentia, you’ve been all up on him. It seems like everywhere Mattheo looks you’re always there, which wouldn’t be so bad if you weren’t also with Theo.
What happened during your “inner reflection”? Were you two dating? Mattheo couldn’t stand the thought of it.
He stood up and left the common room, deciding to go to Hogsmeade and get something to drink to take whatever’s going on between you two off his mind, scoffing as he hears you let out a loud laugh, the laugh he used to smile at.
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Mattheo sips on his butterbeer, staring blankly at an obnoxiously cute couple, secretly wishing you were with him right now, being obnoxiously cute.
“Oh that’s perfect!”
Mattheo’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as he hears that familiar voice, yours. It was like you were following him. He turns towards the voice, taking a deep breath in annoyance when he sees you and Theo sitting together, talking and laughing. Mattheo had to know what you two were doing here, so he decided to ask you himself.
Your eyebrows raise in surprise as someone slips into the booth beside you, staying like that even when you realize it’s Mattheo.
“Oh, hi! Didn’t think you’d be here.” You chuckle awkwardly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Mattheo notices your uncomfortable body language, it almost seems as though you’ve been caught doing something you’re not supposed to be doing.
He squints his eyes slightly as he looks from you to Theo, and back to you.
“I could say the same, what are you two doing here?” Mattheo asks suspiciously, a nonchalant smile on his face. He notices your desperate glance to Theo, who clears his throat before speaking. “We were just.. Hungry.”
Mattheo nods his head, his tongue rubbing the inside of his cheek. “Uh huh. So where’s your food?” He asked, gesturing to the empty table.
You looked down at your hands awkwardly, not knowing what to say, how were you going to explain this to him?
He sighs, giving up the detective act, just feeling let down, and embarrassed of the way he approached you.
“Hint taken.” Mattheo says, giving up. It was clear what was going on here. He noticed you open your mouth to say something, pausing for a second, before closing it again.
He walked out of the Three Broomsticks into the cold, wet, gloomy atmosphere of Hogsmeade, feeling a pit in his stomach, and a knot in his throat.
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Back to the Old House by The Smiths played in Mattheo’s headphones as he lied in his bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
His eyes darted to the door as Theo walked in, sighing in annoyance.
“Did you kiss her for me?”
“What.” Theo’s eyes squinted in disbelief at Mattheo’s words.
“You know what.” He muttered, sitting up and walking over to Theo. “What did you do to her?”
Theo put his hands up in defense. “It’s not what you think, I swear.”
Mattheo shoves Theo roughly, “Bullshit. I can smell her fucking perfume on you.”
“It’s not her perfume, we were baking, asshole.”
“Why the hell were you baking together?”
“For this.” Theo said, opening the door into the decorated slytherin common room, a pile of gifts in the corner of the room, assorted desserts and snacks on the coffee table, and you in the middle of it all, smiling up at him. God he felt like such an idiot.
“Happy birthday Mattheo!” You say as he slowly walked down the steps into the common room, a blank look on his face. Your heart dropped at his expression, and knowing about his family history, you thought you had upset him. “Sorry if it’s too much, I can take it down if you wa–“
“Thank you.” He cuts you off, pulling you into a tight bear hug, and your smile grows wide.
“Bet you feel real stupid, huh?” Theo shoves Mattheo playfully, chuckling. You tilt your head in confusion, “What do you mean–“
“Nothing.” Mattheo interrupts again, giving Theo a look. He turns back to you, freezing when you kiss his cheek sweetly. You take his hands in yours, turn them upwards, and put a small box in them. “For you.”
He smiles to you, opening the box gently, he nearly starts to tear up when he sees the gift inside. The same candies he gave to you when you were younger. “You remember?” He whispered.
“You like these right? I assumed you do since you always had them in your pocket when you were little.” You asked, studying his expression.
“They’re my favorite.” He says, looking to you with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen him have.
“Good.”
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omg i am so incredibly sorry for the wait, my life has been a complete mess. buttt i think im getting back into writing again so (not making any promises) i might start posting more again!!
