drunk on jealousy
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
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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.
