Warnings: smut +18 mdni, p in v
Synopsis: Just a casual Friday night at Eddie´s
Author´s note: it actually came out shorter than I wanted it to be, but I hope you still enjoy it!
Even though Eddie´s place could seem like a not-so-comfortable place, it really was. It was a feeling that went beyond its appearance. Yes, it was messy; yes, it had a weird, stinky scent; and yes, it wasn´t the biggest or best-decorated home. But it was Eddie and Wayne who made it feel like a home. Every time I went to spend some days, or even just an afternoon after school, so my boyfriend, Eddie, and I could “study or do homework,” it just felt like the coziest place ever.
This time wasn´t any different. I was lying next to Eddie on his bed. It was a Friday night, and we decided to have a movie type of night. We had already watched a new scary movie and ate dinner while we watched it. As Eddie was the one who chose the movie, I was in charge of the dinner, so we had Chinese food.
The situation right now was me rambling about some new gossip as he patiently listened to me while stroking little and gentle circles on my right thigh, which was crossed all over his body, as I found that position really comfortable.
“But you wanna know the worst part?” I asked Eddie, but he only hummed, not much interested in the conversation. “The worst part is that she did aaall that while…” His lips suddenly crashed into mine, making me quiet. His left hand came to the small of my back, pulling me closer. I gasped at the sudden kiss, allowing Eddie to deepen the kiss by introducing his tongue. I tilted my head slightly to the side as both of my hands reached the back of his head, intertwining my fingers with his hair and pulling it softly, knowing that he loved the feeling.
“Fuck…” was his reaction as he grabbed my hips, lifting them so I was now straddling his lap, with both of my legs on each side of his hips. I took advantage of the new position and I moved forward my hips, making my -now starting to wet- core with his -now beginning to harden- crotch.
“Keep talking to me about that gossip…” Eddie said while breaking the kiss for the first time. His hands went directly to the hem of my t-shirt. “W…what?” I whispered back, confused. “I want you to keep talking to me while I make you feel good”.
I tried to obey him and keep talking, but as my shirt was taken off me and his hands massaged my tits through my thin bra, the only sound that came out of my mouth was a quiet groan. “If you stop, I stop, that´s the deal”, and I obviously didn´t want him to stop, so I gathered strength and kept talking.
At this point, I wasn´t even able to finish a sentence that made sense, and since my brain stopped working, I must admit I probably lied about that “so interesting” gossip, because I completely forgot about it.
When Eddie´s hands unclipped my bra and pulled me closer to him, so he was closer enough to put my right tit on his mouth while the left one was attended to with his calloused hand. I lost it at that exact moment. I continued rocking my hips as he played with my breast. The feeling of his now, hard, dress dick made me feel so horny. “Eddie… Mmm Eddie, please” I whispered in his ear. “Don´t get shy now, you know Wayne´s out, you can be as noisy as you want.” Right after that, he pulled his shirt off and started undoing his belt to push down his trousers and boxers. I mirrored his action, and I slipped out of my jeans and underwear.
We were both finally undressed, his thick and hard dick now making direct contact with my bare pussy, making both of us moan. Without much further delay, I stroke him a few times before aligning him and sinking completely. We both moaned loudly again at the feeling of I'm stretching me so nicely.
Although we saw each other almost every day because we went to the same school, timetables didn´t allow us to meet in the afternoons, leaving only weekends to spend time alone. Thanks to Wayne´s night shifts, I usually spent Friday nights like this, being filled with my boyfriend´s dick.
My hands went straight to his chest so I could steady myself while bouncing on top of him. His hands roughly pinned to my hips as he shifted his gaze from my face to my bouncy boobs. “Fuck sweetheart, riding me so good. You´re gonna make me cum.” I could only moan at his words as I dug my nails into his shoulders. “Yeah, such a good girl, squeezing me so I can feel how good you´re making yourself feel”.
“Shit, Eddie I´m close” I said as my thigh started to sore from the physical activity. As soon as Eddie felt the pace slow down, his fingers went to where his body and mine connected and drew circles over my sensitive bud. “Don´t stop baby, you´re making me feel so good, I want you to cum” he said. And his words were more than enough.
The thigh knot finally came loose, and I felt my legs shake as my orgasm passed through me as an earthquake. As my walls squeezed him out, I felt Eddie´s jizz painted me white.
I rocked my hips for the last time and got off him to collapse from exhaustion by his side. We were both trying to catch our breaths as we stared at the ceiling. When I finally felt more collected, I aimed to stand up and go to the bathroom so I could clean myself up, but Eddie´s strong arm stopped me. “Noooo, where are you going?” he said with a little pout. “I have to clean myself up. I´ll be right back.”
When I finally stood up and left his bedroom, entering the bathroom and hearing him say “Okay, don´t take too long” I smiled to myself, knowing he needed me as much as I needed him.
It has nothing to do with this one-shot, but I wanted to thank all of you for the support on my previous post, the Theodore one. It is my second work and I´m beyond grateful for you guys making it almost (by the time I post this) 100 notes!!
Hope you enjoy this one as much and that it can get the same, or at least similar hehehe, amount of support. Love ya🫶
seven minutes in heaven | M. R
a Mattheo Riddle one-shot
Warnings: smut +18 mdni, p in v, fem reader, reader is a virgin
Synopsis: After years of having a crush on your best friend, one night, playing 7 minutes in heaven, you both confess your feelings
Author's note: At one point reader feels uncomfortable with the situation, guys ALWAYS SPEAK UP about these things when you intimate. Also, I know it's been a long time since the last time I posted, so sorry 🙏
The party has been dying for the past few hours. People started to leave, the music was blasting, but no one danced, completely drunk people were lying on the sofas… And given this scenario, there was only one solution: a circle of teenagers playing seven minutes in heaven.
We, the approximately fifteen people playing, decided to choose the boy’s room with the biggest wardrobe so the lucky couple would have enough space to do whatever they wanted. One of the already-drunk Fire Whiskey, which was therefore empty, was laid in the middle of the circle, waiting to be turned by any of us.
Ambient was still a bit too charged, not in a bad way, just because people were still drunk as hell, and we were all expectant of what was about to happen. When everyone finally sat down, they were still giggling with their friends, probably talking about some gossip from tonight.
I was sitting next to my friend Daphne, who insisted on sitting down next to me because she was convinced that that way there was less probability of us having to go to the closet together and that she didn't want to: “ I don't want to fulfill any of these perverted men's lesbian fantasies”. Which, if I may give my opinion, was a fair point.
Just beside her were the very well-known as “Slyhterin boys”, but as I couldn’t see them very well, I have no idea about the exact order they were sitting. The only one I could see clearly was Raco, and because he was just on the extreme of the group, he sat down and looked at me with a bold smile.
When you grow up in a Hogart’s house with such a bad reputation between each other, you’re almost obligated to all become friends, as other houses won't want to have any bond with a serpent, and you have to keep up that reputation. Even though we have never collectively made the effort to fit, that’s just not our vibe. Since the first day at the train station, when Daphne Pansi asked me shyly and politely if they could sit with me, and half an hour later, the boys entered asking the same thing, we have been inseparable. Obviously, as we grew up, we forged our individual personalities at the same time as our physical aspect changed, becoming more “adult” and leaving behind childhood. And it was undeniable how hot these boys had become over the past years.
The rest of the girls in the group and I weren’t blind; we obviously knew how every other girl at school wanted something more than friendship with them, and how they took advantage of it every single time they could. But knowing them so personally made us immune to their charms. Or almost. Because of the boldness and the pretty face, Mattheo has made it impossible for me not to fall into the trap. Despite the things that never happened between us, people knew the tension we had and liked to tease us, trying to couple us up.
When everybody was finally sitting in a similar shape to a circle, and the basic rules were explained, the game began.
A Gryffindor girl was the first to make the bottle spin, which ended up pointing just in front of another Gryffindor boy, who, apparently, had been trying to hook up with her for a long time. When the couple entered the wardrobe, closed the door, and the seven-minute timer started to run, the rest of us present decided to play some quick rounds of “truth or dare”, which led to people asking suggestive questions, and that drunkenness doesn't sober anyone up.
People were going in and out of the closet like it was a train station, and even though it wasn't my turn yet, I was completely immersed in the game and thoroughly entertained. The alcohol in my system made absolutely everything a thousand times funnier than it actually was.
When I realized, all pairs of eyes in the room were on me. It was my turn. When I came back to my mind, my fingers grabbed the neck of the bottle and made it spin harder than expected. My action also caused a wave of laughter among the people. When the bottle finally stopped, it was pointing to one of the Slyhterin boys. SHIT.
There were a few whistles and "ooohh". When I leaned forward to see who I had fallen on, I saw that, of course, it was Mattheo. SHIT AGAIN.
He looked at me with that mischievousness that was always present in his gaze. And even a hint of lust. “It’s the alcohol, it’s the alcohol,” I repeated in my mind as a mantra, not wanting to be delusional about it.
“Well, are you going to stand up or do you also need me to carry you?” he teased me with half a smile. Indeed, I stood up and followed him to the place we decided would be “heaven” during the game. Mattheo opened the door, and with a slight bow of his head, he said: “Ladies first.”
Since the first moment that we both entered and Matt closed the door, someone shouted from the other side that time had started to run.
As a defense mechanism, I backed myself up against one of the walls of the, in fact, quite large wardrobe. He took advantage of this and moved closer until my breasts and his chest were almost touching. “You know… I’m not stupid, and therefore I find out everything,” he murmured dangerously close to me. “Oh yeah? And what have you ‘found out’?” He smiled mischievously and looked me up and down: “I’ve found out what’s behind all those glances you give me, how flush you get when I make a joke… I’ve found out how much I turn you on.”
Without allowing me to answer, He lunged at my lips, kissing me as if he'd been suppressing the urge for years. His hands slid down to my hips, gripping them firmly and holding me in place. It took me a few seconds to react, but when I did, I followed his lead, running my hands through his hair. He groaned lowly as I played with his hair, making his hands roam all over my body shamelessly.
“You know…” he started, separating just a few inches from my lips. “I thought we were already close enough, you could have asked me this a long time ago,” he said, pulling back slightly from my lips to kiss my jawline, slowly trailing wet kisses down to my neck. “Because I know you’ve wanted this as long as I have,” he whispered against my skin. “So why didn’t you approach me before?” My question was risky; he could easily have countered, but instead, he gently nipped my earlobe. “Because I wanted to see how long you could wait.”
A ragged sigh escaped my lips as I threw my head back. “But I lose, because I ended up being the one who couldn’t hold back.” Without further delay, he pressed his hips against mine, letting me feel his hardness. "Fuck..." I gasped, feeling how much he needed me, and unable to resist lifting my own hips as well. My heart was racing as fast as the beat between my legs.
“Although I’d love to take all the time in the world, we’re short on time,” he said, implying that things needed to move faster. Mattheo’s hands traveled from my hips to the hem of my shirt, which he pulled up until it was completely off, tracing his hands through my rib cage, ending up against the fabric of my bra, giving it a firm squish. While he was entertained, kissing me and shamelessly touching me, I did the same thing he did with my shirt, but with his.
His lips went back to mine, with desperation, hunger, and precision. I tried to keep up with the pace of the kiss, but the mixture of my own horniness, my lack of experience compared with his, and how he was almost devouring my mouth, I simply couldn’t keep up. My own hands run down to his bare back, where I scratched not enough to hurt him but enough to make him groan.
At that moment, I thanked Merlin for my decision to wear the latest skirt I'd bought, because then Mattheo only had to pull my panties down to my ankles and his pants down to free his erection. It stood up proudly, the tip red; I stared at it, speechless. It was the first time I'd ever seen one in real life. He smiled mischievously as he slowly massaged it.
His right hand gripped my right leg, hooking it around his waist, giving him more room to position himself. When he did, I felt the tip brush against my entrance, gathering all my wetness to ease his entry. When he was satisfied, he finally thrust in with a single stroke.
A sharp pain shot through my lower body, but too embarrassed to admit it out loud and, believing that saying so would ruin the moment, I decided to remain silent and try to put on the best face I could. Meanwhile, he threw his head back and contorted his face with pleasure.
When he felt the time was right, he began to move slowly, as if trying to tease me while also wanting to know exactly what I was comfortable with. Slowly, the more times his hips bumped against mine, the beginner's pain faded, and I was able to focus more on what was really happening.
“Fuck… you feel so good, you’re so goddamn tight,” he groaned as his head nestled into the crook of my neck, leaving little kisses. Despite the context—being in a closet having sex while a group of twenty people waited outside for me to come out—all our years of friendship allowed for a sense of intimacy and even connection. Uncontrollably, my walls tightened around himas I felt that same tension I felt every time I touched myself in my room. Sensing this, Mattheo quickened his pace and panted in my ear, “Fuck yeah… you’re gonna cum?”
His thrusts felt like he was trying to reach my deepest recesses. His hands moved up to my breasts, which he massaged roughly and kissed over my bra. My hands shot to his back, where I couldn't help but scratch lightly because of how good it felt.
“Shit! Mattheo i´m gonna cum!” I moan a little too loudly, and one of his hands roamed down my body until it reached my swollen and needy clit. Giving it firm circles. “Yeah, baby? Cum for me, I'm gonna feel you cum around me”.
And with that, I couldn´t help it, and the knot in my belly finally released. My legs were shaking, and I threw my head backwards, moaning loudly. I could never have thought cumming over a dick would feel that good.
Not long after, he also came. Painting my inside with his white, thick robes. His forehead rested over mine, and we both closed our eyes, trying to catch our breath.
Once we could breathe normally again, we started dressing. And for the perfect timing, the door flew open, revealing a very smily Dafne on the other side of the doorframe. “Well, well, well… times up, little love birds”. We tried to play it cool as que took our seats back, this time Mattheo sitting next to Dafne because of a change during a game they were playing while we were in the closet.
“Oh my god, you have to tell me everything!” she whispered-shouted. I just blushed, trying not to make it a big deal, but she had other plans. “Did you really just have your first time with Mattheo Riddle?!” This time, that was said too loudly due to her excitement, not loud enough for the rest of the group to hear it, but surely loud enough for Mattheo to hear it.
He widened his eyes in shock, “Was it really her…” he thought to himself. But he didn´t dislike the idea, actually, he really enjoyed thinking that he was the fortunate boy you gave your virginity to.
Warnings: smut +18, p in v, fem reader
Synopsis: Since your boyfriend Cedric lost an important Quidditch game, you try to comfort and de-stress him.
Note author: First one-shot, enjoy!
The other team´s Seeker caught the golden snitch.
Ravenclaw wins, Hufflepuff loses.
I looked at Cedric, my favourite player and my boyfriend. He hated losing. He worked his ass off for every game, but since he wasn't the captain, he couldn't control the team's performance. I could see the frustration in his face; this wasn't going to end well.
As the rest of the team lowered themselves to the ground, I could see that my handsome boyfriend wasn´t the only one disappointed by the outcome. I felt the need to comfort him.
I ran towards him, calling out his name, but he didn’t answer, much less turn around. I tried following him, but his fast pace going up the hill was too much for me. In just a few seconds, I lost sight of him. Out of breath, I reached the castle, trying to find him, which wasn't a complicated task.
After I said the Hufflepuff common room password, the doors opened for me, revealing the cozy room. I headed straight to the boys' room, where Cedric was most likely. Second on the right -that was it.
When I stood in front of it, it was unlocked, so I didn't bother knocking. To no real surprise, when I opened it, I faced a furious Cedric. He looked annoyed, overwhelmed, and worried.
“Ced, love, calm down, it was just another game.” I tried to soothe him, but unfortunately, it didn't work -quite the opposite. “Calm down? Just another game!? It was the semi-finals, and we lost!”.
The actual importance of the game hit me -I had no idea how to comfort him after that. “Cedric, I know you are angry right now and can't think clearly, but it's not the end of the world.”
“I just fucking can´t! I can't calm down!” he shouted at me. “Cedric…” I groaned with frustration without knowing what to say.
Suddenly, he went quiet and looked at me with awe and pure lust. As he walked slowly towards me, I instantly backed up until my back hit the wall, where he pinned me. “I love when you say my name like that…”
Without any other words, his lips attacked mine in a hungry kiss, making me pant at the sudden action. Both of his big and strong hands reached my face, grabbing it possessively, deepening the kiss. “Jump,” he said, and I obeyed.
I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling his toned torso into me, making his crotch rub my hot, and now wet, core. At the movement, I groaned as he lowered his hands to my ass, where they gave it a hard grip. The grip got tighter as he carried us to the bed, where he lied to me roughly. Pulling my knees apart to get in between my legs.
“Let me de-stress myself, sweetheart,” groaned into my ear.
After it, I felt my shirt being taken off me, as well as my bra. After it, all I could think about was his lips between my right nipple. When he thought my right breast had received enough attention, he turned to the left one. Cedric wasn't oblivious about how much it turned me on he enjoyed being between my tits. “Cedric, f-fuck” I moaned as I arched my back, drunk in pleasure.
His hips started simulating thrusting into me, so I lifted my hips to deepen the movements. All I could focus on was how my dick was getting harder beneath his pants and how my underwear was getting more and more soaked.
When he lifted from my chest to take a breath, I took advantage and took his shirt off. I ran my hands over his chest and hard abs as I looked at him, getting a taste of how hot my boyfriend was.
His lips attacked my neck, rising to my jaw, exactly the point where the neck and jaw were connected. My sweet spot, as he knew. He sucked and kissed on it as he lowered his hands to his belt, hearing the metal click into each other as I tried unbuttoning it. But I wasn't going to let the situation go this way. Taking advantage of his concentration on his belt, I turned him around so I ended out on top of him. Cedric looked at me, shocked. “Let me help you de-stress”.
I knew that he wouldn't admit it easily, but he loved it when I took control. I noticed how fast he cummed when I was riding him. And I loved the effect it had on him. So he didn't say a word as I finally pulled down his boxers.
Without taking off my underwear, I started rubbing his dick through my clothed folds. It felt nice, but not as it felt when he was inside of me. I wasn´t even able to react because of how fast he acted, but in the blink of an eye, he had pulled to the side of my pants and given the first thrust.
“Fuck!” I moaned at the sudden feeling of him filling me so nicely. It didn’t take me long to start moving my hips, starting to bounce on top of him. His hips also started to lift to make the thrusts deeper, making both of us moan at the feeling. I pressed my hands to his chest as I lowered myself, letting our faces be a few inches apart. His lips left a trail of wet kisses all along my neck until my earlobe, which he bit and moaned. “Fuck, you are such a good girl for me.” I arched my back in response.
Only a few more kisses, and his fingers doing slow but steady movements on my clit for me to cum. Which was followed by Cedric´s climax.
As my legs were still trembling from my recent orgasm, Cedric lifted his hips for the last time as his head fell backwards. “You were right, angel, all I needed was to de-stress a little”.
“I'm always right,” He tilted a little bit and smiled at me. His hair was stuck to his forehead from the sweat, but he somehow still looked so goddamn hot.
First post!! This one is an old one that I wrote a long time ago, and I would like to share it with you. It's my first time writing in English, so bear with me please 🙏
