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slytherin boys texts! A/N: happy international women’s day ladieeesss 💓💓. here’s a little someethiing (totally unrelated to that but i just wanted to post something today 😭) warnings: suggestive themes, strong language including: tom, theo, mattheo, draco, blaise and enzo

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mattheo riddle x fem reader

SUMMARY: in wich mattheo knew that the best way to piss off his quidditch rival was to fuck his girlfriend. WORDS. 5K+. english is not my first language. N/A. literally edited this 3 times. follow my new account @judescallahan

WARNINGS. smut, mdni, face slapping, rough sex, porn w// plot, pnv sex, fingering (f!receiving), aged up characters, hair pulling, unprotected sex, dirty talk, infidelity (reader cheats on her boyfriend), pussy slapping, spitting, making out.

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It wasn’t that Mattheo hated him—no, hate wasn’t a strong enough word. It was more than that.

Mattheo despised him. The smug bastard had spent years turning Mattheo’s life into a personal hell. Every time they faced each other on the Quidditch pitch, he made it his mission to overshadow him, turning every match into a game—his game. It wasn’t enough to win; no, he had to humiliate.

Every cocky grin after a game, every pointed remark, every stupid joke that made the whole school laugh—it all stuck with Mattheo, eating away at him. It wasn’t just the humiliation; it was the way the bastard seemed to enjoy it, like making Mattheo miserable was his favorite pastime. And it worked. Every time he strutted off the pitch like he owned the place, Mattheo was left grinding his teeth.

Mattheo could handle a loss—hell, he wasn’t above admitting defeat when it was deserved. But losing to him? To someone who could barely hold his own on a good day? That was a different story.

It wasn’t about skill. It was never about the game with him. It was about making a show of it, rubbing it in like he’d actually earned it, like scraping out a win somehow made him untouchable. And that made Mattheo’s blood fucking boil.

Every time it happened, he could feel the humiliation sinking deeper. The bastard would parade around like a king, lapping up the attention, making sure everyone knew he’d won—even if it was by sheer dumb luck. It was humiliating, to say the least.

The idiot couldn’t just play the game. No, he had to make Mattheo feel small while standing on the podium, taking all the praise like he deserved it—like he actually earned it. But he didn’t. Merlin, he never fucking did.

He was average at everything he did. Most of the goals he scored were thanks to others guiding him like he was some damn toddler; the guy couldn’t even stay balanced on his broom without looking like he was going to fall off at any moment. It was embarrassing to watch. And Mattheo was sure he had heard it from a few of the players on his team that the idiot was late to practice almost every day.

He was overrated in every sense of the word. Yet, somehow nothing ever changed. Everything stayed exactly the same.

No matter how many times Mattheo outplayed him, no matter how many matches he dominated or goals he scored, the brainless bastard always ended up in the spotlight, receiving compliments that didn’t even belong to him. It was insane how the whole school fawned over him like he was some god.

The guy was an untouchable, an untouchable piece of shit, but still untouchable. Teachers, students, almost everyone seemed to worship his ass, and the more they praised him, the more power the idiot seemed to get and the more self-centered he acted, which only made Mattheo even more pissed off.

The idiot didn’t even work for it. Everything was handed to him, like the world decided he was going to be the best, and nothing could change that. They treated him like some fucking golden child, and he ate it up like it was his due.

And that infuriated Mattheo, because no matter how hard he worked, no matter how good he was, he never got the praise. He never got the recognition he deserved. Never got the praise he craved. It was always about his last name. Riddle. At the end of the day, he was just Voldemort’s son, a son of a monster, a reminder of a legacy soaked in fear.

People didn’t see him for who he was or what he’d accomplished—they only saw his bloodline, his father’s sins, the deaths that followed him.

He hated every fucking bit of it. His idiot rival was constantly showered with praise and compliments, while Mattheo was stuck with pitying stares, whispers of fear, and the way everyone treated him like a damn outcast. He wanted to beat him up.

But the worst part? It wasn’t the wins. It wasn’t the way the bastard walked around like he owned the fucking place. It wasn’t even how everyone seemed to kiss the ground he walked on. No, the worst part was that he had you.

You. His precious girlfriend.

It wasn’t just that he had you, no. It was the fact that Mattheo had noticed you long before your brainless boyfriend ever did. And truth be told, it was because Mattheo saw the things your boyfriend never cared enough to notice. He saw how you laughed with your stupid friends in the stands during the matches, how you cheered when someone scored a goal, too distracted to even notice if the person was from your own house.

Mattheo noticed the way your brows furrowed when you were confused in class, the small crease on your forehead that made you seem so real, so human. So easy to ruin. He saw how your lips curved into a smile whenever you talked about something you loved—something he was almost certain your boyfriend never even noticed.

The scumbag always too busy looking at himself to care about what you were saying, too caught up in his own reflection to actually listen to the things that made you you.

But Mattheo? Mattheo listened. He saw the way your voice changed, the rhythm of it when you spoke, how it picked up when you talked about things that mattered to you. The way your breath hitched when you were nervous, the way you fidgeted, the little shifts in your body when you got caught up in something exciting. 

Mattheo Riddle noticed every fucking thing about you. Every. Damn. Thing.

And how could he not? You were fucking irresistible to his eyes, like a fucking magnet drawing people to you, pulling them in, making them want you. And Mattheo wasn’t any different. He craved you. He craved you so much that every time you were in the same room, he had to hold his breath, trying to keep himself in check, or else his cock would tear right through his pants. 

He wanted you so fucking badly, it made him ache, but still, you weren’t his. You belonged to an idiot who couldn’t even know what to do with all that.

You were his trophy, his pretty little prize to show around like a fucking object, more like a shiny thing he could flaunt to boost his already inflated ego than an actual human being. And maybe that’s all you were to him—a thing to fuck and show off, but not someone to cherish. Just another accomplishment that his pathetic success brought him.

Mattheo was sick of it. It wasn’t just the way your bastard boyfriend treated you—no, that was long past the truth. It was the fucking audacity of him, thinking he deserved you at all. If he couldn’t even catch a damn Quaffle properly, how the hell could he know how to protect you? How could he possibly know how to fuck you properly?

He didn’t. And Mattheo couldn’t for the life of him understand how you could see anything in a guy like that.

Mattheo stormed through the corridors, his Quidditch uniform pulling tightly against his exhausted, sweaty body. His jaw was clenched, eyes narrowed, still seething after the match he had just won against your boyfriend. It had been an easy win—your boyfriend was a joke without anyone else carrying him—but the anger still burned inside him. He should’ve felt good about the victory, but all he could focus on was how much it pissed him off.

He knew exactly what the bastard of your boyfriend would do when he left the locker rooms. He knew. He’d come straight to you, expecting you to lift his spirits like you always did: riding his dick until he was completely satisfied, making you do all the work while the fucking idiot didn’t even move his hips.

But this time, Mattheo would be quicker. He’d find you faster, and unlike your boyfriend, he wasn’t going to treat you like some cheap consolation prize. No, he planned on using you as a victory prize, almost as valuable as the points his house had just won.

He had taken his win, so it was only fair to take his consolation prize, right?

He thought so, so that’s why he didn’t think twice before slamming his fist against the door, the sharp sound of wood cracking under his hand echoing through the quiet room while his palm smacked against the sturdy surface, the force enough to make the door rattle in its frame, and making you jump at the sudden noise, your heart racing in surprise. Before you could process what happened, the door swung open again, and there, standing in the doorway, was an angry Mattheo Riddle.

And for a moment neither of you spoke.

Nevertheless, you could feel his eyes on you, shamelessly scanning your body, and for a moment, you felt vulnerable, as if you were standing naked before him. Still, he didn’t look away; instead, he crossed his arms over his muscular chest, his gaze fixed on you, already calculating how to draw you into his plan.

Yet he couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his lips when he noticed the blush creeping across your cheeks and the way your eyes darted, desperate to avoid his. You looked so pretty, so easy to ruin.

“You’re waiting for him, aren’t you?” His voice cut through the silence, startling you. You blinked, your gaze stubbornly fixed on his strong chest. The way his sweat-soaked uniform clung to every muscle was distracting—too distracting, and you noticed his dark curls fell messily over those piercing brown eyes, and for a brief, shameful moment, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring.

What the hell are you doing? You scolded yourself, your cheeks growing more red this time with shame.

You cleared your throat, lifting your head slightly to meet Mattheo’s gaze. His brow already arched as you looked, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he watched you closely. He knew his plan was falling into place, and so was yours.

“Yeah.” You stood up, trying to keep your voice steady as you looked at him. “He’ll be here in a minute.”

Mattheo scoffed, knowing full well your boyfriend was probably sulking in the locker room, making a scene about his loss and fishing for sympathy. He took a step closer to you, and it took everything in you not to back away or, worse, lean towards him. “He’s coming, he’s coming,” you kept repeating to yourself, almost like a desperate reminder that you had a boyfriend.

“Sure he will, sweetheart,” he said, the mockery in his tone impossible to miss, his eyes raking over you from head to toe again, a pretty little thing like you waiting for an idiot who doesn’t even know how to use his dick—sad, really. “He’s so reliable, isn’t he? Always putting you first. Always showing up for you,” he added sarcastically, smirking even more as you swallowed, knowing he had hit a nerve.

Mattheo’s words hit you like a slap, but the worst part was how much truth they carried. You bristled, refusing to acknowledge your failed relationship, and narrowed your eyes at him. “That’s none of your fucking business, Riddle,” you hissed, gripping your wrists tightly as he took another step towards you.

He tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a smirk anything but friendly. “Isn’t it? I think it’s exactly my damn business.” His voice was calm—too calm—like he was savoring every second of making you realize the bastard was not all that. But even with that collected tone, you could still see the same anger in his eyes. 

“You’ve been letting him walk all over you for too long, haven’t you? Always waiting, always hoping he’ll finally see you… really see you.” He stepped closer, the space between you shrinking, his dark gaze still piercing into yours. “But he doesn’t, does he?”

You swallowed hard, the tightness in your chest making it difficult to breathe. You knew he was right; the frustration of always coming second to your boyfriend’s ego, of never feeling truly seen or satisfied, was frustrating. But you weren’t ready to admit it—not to him.

You knew who Mattheo was—the son of the dark lord and a top player on the Slytherin Quidditch team. But that didn’t matter to you, not when your boyfriend filled your head with his hate for him, always trying to be better than Mattheo, and deep down you knew he would never reach that goal. Your boyfriend had recognition but no real talent. He always hid his insecurities behind a false confidence and a big ego, caring only about himself and putting others down.

He was a piece of shit; you couldn’t deny it.

You lifted your chin, trying to stay calm and ignore how close Mattheo was getting, his gaze intense, like a predator eyeing its prey. “I don’t need you to tell me about my relationship.” You shot back, trying to hold your ground, though his words still gnawed at your mind. Yet Matthew wasn’t looking into your eyes. No, his attention was lower, fixed on the curve of your hips, like he was already claiming it as his prize.

He lifted his gaze from your curves, his smirk deepening as he seemed to enjoy the way you squirmed, desperately trying to defend a lost cause like your brainless idiot of a boyfriend. “You don’t, huh?” His voice dropping, growing darker. 

“Then why the hell are you still waiting for him? How long have you been sitting here, staring at that door like he’s gonna show up and treat you right… fuck you right?” He paused, letting the silence hang between you, thick and heavy. “You know he never will, at least not the way you want, sweetheart.”

You blinked, over and over, not realizing how he had moved closer until he was standing right in front of you, too caught up in the way your heart seemed to race at his previous words, the way they sliced through your mind. You knew he was right; you were just a precious little thing for your boyfriend to show off, nothing more, and the bastard never knew how to properly use his dick on you.

Mattheo didn’t flinch, his eyes darkening as his smirk widened. He took another step toward you, finally stopping just in front of you, making your heart race, your knees almost buckling as you noticed his Quidditch uniform clung to his body with every movement.

“It’s the truth, and you know it,” he said, his voice low. “Every time he brushes you off, every time he acts like he’s too busy for you, too busy to actually care. But not me.” He leaned in, just close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “I see you. I’ll use you how you deserve to be used, and I won’t make you feel invisible.”

You weren’t stupid; you knew the difference between Mattheo and your boyfriend. Even though both saw you as something to be conquered, at least Mattheo knew how to use his cock. The temptation was there, the promise of finally being noticed, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t because he cared.

It was all part of his plan, and you were falling deeper into his trap.

His hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear. The touch was light—almost innocent—but it sent a shiver down your spine, nonetheless. and you knew it wasn’t innocent at all. “Don’t,” you warned, your voice faltering as you tried to hold on to whatever little control you had left.

“Don’t what, sweetheart?” he whispered, his hand moving to your neck as he brought his face closer to you once again, this time only a few centimeters from your neck, his lips just millimeters away. “Hmm?” he hummed, a provocation, you noticed, his calloused hand tightening slightly around your neck as he placed a light kiss on the spot, almost as if testing the territory.

Fuck, that was easier than he thought, and at this rate he was going to get hard in no time; he wanted to feel your pussy so much.

“Riddle,” you said, your voice trembling as you tried to sound firm, yet the way you were trying to stand betrayed you. “I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he shot back in a whisper, his mouth still close to your neck, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes bore into your face, craving for you to finally break, for him to finally claim you as a prize, to finally piss off your boyfriend and show you how a girl like you should be fucked. Yet, he knew he had to wait; wait until you were so absorbed in him that you wouldn’t want to turn back.

“Mattheo…” First name, good.

He chuckled, his breath coming against your neck, sending vibrations through your body. His left hand was now on your stomach, while his right rested at the back of your neck. “Tell me something, sweetheart. When was the last time he touched you like this?” he asked, his hand sliding down to your skirt, gently caressing your thigh.

You try to ignore the way your own body was responding to his touch, his breath, the traitorous wetness between your legs growing, making you feel a bit ashamed, as you knew he could feel.

“I—” you stopped, the words catching in your throat, your breathing growing heavier as his hand continued to caress your thigh and his mouth lingered on your neck, leaving small kisses on your sensitive spot. You were too lost in the sensation to even remember that your boyfriend could walk in at any moment.

Mattheo chuckled against your neck, gently pushing your legs further apart as he looked at you, noticing the way you trembled against his body. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction—not just from the sight but also from the realization that you were already so lost in his touch, there was just a little chance you’d turn back now.

You sighed visibly, your eyes remaining closed as you were too lost in the touch and embarrassment to even look at him. However, you couldn’t help but let out a small scream when, with a sudden movement, Mattheo pushed you against a small desk, positioning himself behind you. His hand still squeezed your neck, but this time lifting your chin slightly, holding you like a trophy.

“Such a needy girl,” Mattheo murmured in your ear, his groin pressed firmly against your ass, making you bite your lip as your cunt clenched at his words. “So needy already, and I’ve barely touched you,” he mocked, the hand that had been on your thigh now sliding to your stomach, his fingertips prodding you teasingly.

“Fuck you,” you hissed, your head spinning as he pressed his groin even more against you. Fucking bastard.

“Shhh,” he shushed you mockingly, almost chuckling as you kept your eyes closed, trying to curse him. “Don’t be so mean, sweetheart. I’m about to give you what that fucking bastard doesn’t have the balls to do,” he whispered in your ear, giving a small bite to the lobe of your ear as he did so.

You didn’t respond; instead, you pressed your clothed ass against his hips, making him groan as he felt his quidditch uniform tighten around his cock.

Mattheo continued to rock his hips against you, his right hand tightening its grip on your neck and tilting your chin up, exposing your face to the small window of the room. His fingers on your right hand pushed your skirt down, and before you realized it, both your skirt and panties were already at your heels, causing Mattheo’s smirk to widen even more as he saw how wet you were.

“You’re so wet already,” he chuckled against your ear, his fingers trailing down your lower stomach, almost reaching your already dripping cunt. “Such a desperate little thing you are,” he mocked you again, his hips pressing into your bare ass. “He doesn’t fuck you properly, does he?”

You held your breath at his provocation, a small part of your rationality returning after the truth he had spoken. Your nails dug into the desk in front of you as you tried to process what was happening, struggling not to look at Mattheo’s fingers still trailing along the lower part of your stomach.

For a moment, a part of your mind sobered, the image of your boyfriend flashing through your thoughts. A wave of hesitation threatened to take over, and you almost gave in to the doubt, but before you could pull back, Mattheo’s hand landed firmly against your pussy, the sound echoing through the room. The sharp sting caused you to gasp, but before you could even recover, his fingers slid deep inside you.

“Mattheo!” You moaned his name like a prayer, gasping for air as his other hand moved to your hair, pushing your head towards his shoulder as his finger continued to fill your wet cunt.

Mattheo chuckled, his hips pressing and rubbing against your ass as his fingers moved in and out of you without any delicacy, and he felt his cock getting harder as your pussy squeezed his fingers, making him imagine what it would be like when it was wrapped around his cock, squeezing it until he filled you with cum.

“That’s it.” Mattheo said in your ear, his grip on your hair tightening as his fingers thrust, making you moan and move your hips even more. “Such a pretty slut.” He moaned as well, feeling your bare ass rocking against his clothed cock.From the frantic movements of your hips, he knew you were close to your orgasm, which only made him more satisfied.

Holy shit, he barely touched you, and you were already a mess; your boyfriend was a joke.

“Oh my fucking God,” you moaned louder, the pain from his grip on your hair almost fading as his fingers hit your sensitive spot, making you clamp your legs together. “Mattheo!” You breathed out, your nails digging deeper into the wooden desk in front of you, and you bucked your hips against his clothed cock as your vision began to blur.

“Jus like that,” he groaned, moving his hips and fingers in the same ruthless rhythm, the wet sounds of your pussy muffled only by the sounds of your moans. “Cum,” he commanded, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he did. You moaned louder, your legs shaking as you obeyed his order.

Your eyes opened, and you looked down, trying to control your breathing, which only made you moan louder as you watched Mattheo’s cum-soaked fingers slip out of your pussy with a wet sound. Feeling his smirk against your ear, his hips now grinding slowly against your ass.

Mattheo looked at your state, the sweat sticking to his forehead and making his hair cling even more. His eyes fixed on his fingers for a few seconds, your essence evident on them. He should be satisfied right now, on cloud nine—but he wasn’t. Not yet.

His eyes scanned over you again, taking in your flushed cheeks, the marks on your shoulder, your tangled hair. You were a mess—a hot mess—but it still wasn’t enough. No, quite the opposite. You were a mess, but not a crying mess, and that’s exactly what he wanted. After all, you couldn’t be his trophy if you weren’t used the right way, could you?

Well, that’s what he thought.

His hand pulled your hair back further, which made you let out a sudden scream and widen your eyes, the previous adrenaline still present throughout your body, and although you were tired, your pussy throbbed even more with the sudden pull.

“What are you—...?”

“Do you really think this is over, pretty thing?” He asked, his voice filled with mockery as he pushed your hair even more, his other hand still soaked with your cum. “A slut like you needs more to be satisfied, especially if she’s not being fucked properly.” He groaned into your ear, and you almost moaned at the dirty words.

With a sudden movement, Mattheo turned you to face him, his hand still gripping your scalp, and sat you down on the wooden surface, spreading your legs so he could position himself between them.

You looked at him, your pussy blinking in anticipation as you watched the way his sweat made his Slytherin uniform stick to the defined muscles of his chest, and you couldn't help but bite your lip at the sight.

“Do you like what you see?” Mattheo asked, his grip on your hair still firm, his lips curling into a smirk as he saw you nod. “Such a pretty girl.” He paused, his eyes still fixed on your face. “Open your mouth.” His voice was firm, and you, too lost in your previous pleasure, obeyed him without hesitation.

Taking advantage of the opening, Mattheo brought his free hand to your mouth, his fingers covered in your cum, making contact with your tongue. Neither of you could control the moan as your tongue rolled around his fingers.

Mattheo stared at the scene for a few seconds, as if hypnotized by the sight. However, the hardness of his dick quickly snapped him back to reality, reminding him of what he needed from you. In an instant, he pulled his fingers from your tongue and used them to open your mouth. Before you could fully react, he took the opportunity to spit onto your tongue and pressed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss.

You both moaned into each other's mouths, your taste present as tongues and teeth collided eagerly, both of you wanting to take control of the battle that your mouths were trying to win at all costs.

Mattheo’s hand pulled your hair harder, taking control of the kiss as you moaned against his mouth. He mirrored your sound; however, while you were completely lost in the kiss, Matt had already pulled his waistband and boxers down to his heels, his hard cock exposed as he struggled to control himself, fighting the urge to fuck you right there.

Yet, he couldn’t control himself—not when your pussy looked so fucking pretty, not when the anger was still beating against his ribs, and not when he was still waiting to make the trophy completely his.

Mattheo gripped your hair even tighter, pulling you out of the kiss with surprising strength, making you moan in annoyance at the loss of contact. However, that moan quickly turned into one of pleasure when you felt another slap on your pussy, signaling for you to open your legs. This one was stronger, the wet sound reverberating through the walls. 

Yet, you obeyed quickly, spreading your legs to give Mattheo the opening he needed to finally enter you and claim the trophy he felt he deserved.

You looked at his dick anxiously, your sensitive cunt throbbing. Mattheo grabbed your leg, placing it over his shoulder, and without a single warning, he slid inside with a single thrust between your wet folds, and a loud moan escaped your lips at the sensation. "Fuck, you're so tight," Mattheo groaned, feeling your tight walls squeezing his cock as he thrust even harder.

Fuck, he was big—too big, or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, since the only dick you were used to was your boyfriend’s. And, honestly, you sometimes wondered if it was just for decoration.

Mattheo’s grip on you tightens harder, his breath coming in low gasps and whimpers almost as loud and scandalous as yours as he continues to push his cock deep inside your soaked folds, making the sound reverberate through the stone walls of the room.

You didn’t hold back, moaning and whimpering as you moved your hips with him, too lost in the sensation to care about your boyfriend.

Mattheo knew exactly what he was doing, stealing you from that worthless piece of shit you called your boyfriend and claiming you like a damn trophy. The satisfaction of finally having his hands on you, feeling your body around his, was like a fucking victory prize for him, an intoxicating one.

Yet, you didn’t care that you were being used as a pawn, not when you were being filled and used like a slut by a cock that actually did its job.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You whimpered, moving your hips even harder, making Mattheo groan and moan loudly and mimicking your actions, moving his hips with the same roughness as you, thrusting even further inside you. Your arms behind you, resting on the table, and you could feel your leg getting sore on top of Mattheo’s shoulder. You didn't care, though, as you continued to dig your nails into the table, leaving a mark.

“That fucking idiot has a bitch like you and doesn’t fuck her the way she deserves,” he growled, anger visible in his voice, his dick still moving inside your desperate, wet cunt, your flesh almost shining. “Such a good fucking cunt,” he murmurs, gripping your leg even harder, the sound of your moans and whimpers only fueling his ego.

He wasn’t just fucking you, you notice; the son of a bitch was claiming you in ways your boyfriend could never even dream of.

Mattheo took your leg off his shoulder abruptly, slapping your thighs roughly and then moving them apart so he had more access to your soaked pussy that was proudly swallowing his fat cock, which made him increase his movements even more, his fingers gripping your waist as he moved inside you, his brown eyes focused on yours for a few seconds.

“Mattheo!” You continued moaning his name loudly, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer. You were so lost in the sensation, so caught in his intense gaze, that you had to close your eyes, shutting them tightly as you tried to regain control.

But that only seemed to anger him even more, and without warning, he thrust even harder into you, and in the next instant, his hand came down, slapping your face with force; the sound echoed through the room, making your head snap to the side, the force leaving a mark on your skin. 

You moaned once more, opening your eyes and focusing on him again. Your pussy throbbed from the sudden contact on your cheek, and for a moment, you couldn't help but curse yourself under your breath, the sensation making you even hornier than before, your walls clenching even tighter around his cock.

“What a pretty little slut, squeezing my dick like this,” he moaned at the way your pussy tightened around him. “Look at your pathetic state,” he laughed through his nose, watching the red mark on your cheek. 

His hips slammed harder against yours, making you moan when you felt his dick hit your sensitive spot, and he mimicked the sound when he felt you tighten around him, letting him know you were close to orgasm. You looked at him completely as you rocked your hips against his, trying to ignore the burning sensation his hand left on your cheek.

He looked fucking glorious; the way his curls clung to his forehead made him look even more irresistible. 

Yet, you couldn’t help but notice how his muscled chest was still covered by his Quidditch jersey, and you couldn’t help but feel a little off, knowing that your boyfriend’s team lost to the house of the man who was fucking you right now.

The force in Mattheo's deep and rough thrusts increased, and you tried to use that to your advantage to try to take off the Slytherin jersey; however, when he noticed that your hands were going towards his uniform, Mattheo laughed dryly and brought his hand back to your hair, grabbing it and pulling you back, thrusting his dick harder into your pussy.

“No, no,” he forced a chuckle, trying to control a moan as he felt himself getting closer to his orgasm, the force on your scalp getting stronger. “I’m going to wear this fucking jersey until you cum.” He gave another deep thrust, and before you could even complain, he crashed your mouths in another bruising but sloppy kiss.

“Mattheo, please!” You moaned into his mouth, tears falling down your cheeks, making him smirk even more as he kissed you roughly and pressed his cock on your hole even more, satisfied that he was finally making you a crying mess and satisfied that you were so lost in the pleasure of his cock that you let him take you as a trophy, making you forget about your brainless boyfriend.

“Fuck, I’m close too, sweetheart.” He responded by thrusting even harder into your pussy, and not even ten seconds later you came moaning loudly against his lips, your pussy wetting his cock with your cum as you cried out.

Mattheo broke the kiss, moaning loudly, his goal accomplished. His mouth went towards your shoulder, biting the skin as he continued to thrust, guiding himself to orgasm. His hand tightened even more in your hair before finally cumming, filling your pussy with his release before taking it off you.

Both of you tried to control your breaths, your hearts still racing. Mattheo looked at you, his breathing still heavy, yet before you could come to your senses, he kneeled before you, his hand leaving your hair as he placed both of his hands on your thighs, looking at your expression, your eyes closed. 

He licked a small part of your mixed orgasms, causing him to groan against your folds. The two of you were so distracted that you didn’t even notice your boyfriend standing in the doorway, looking at the scene with his jaw clenched.

Mattheo finally looked up, and when he noticed his asshole rival looking at the scene angrily, he moved his face away from your pussy, smirking in your boyfriend’s direction, while both of your orgasms ran down his chin, falling onto his sports jersey, showing your boyfriend that Mattheo had fucked the way he was never capable of.

And when your boyfriend finally stormed off, Mattheo turned his attention back to your pussy, not even telling you about his appearance.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he murmured against your pussy, enjoying his victory. Because, in the end, being a trophy was better than being a consolation prize, right?

And after all, Mattheo Riddle always took good care of his trophies, and you wouldn’t be the exception.

© riddleshire 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔.

first time writing full pnv… how do we feel? sad tbh 😔

for @asvtrials @astrxq @earth4angels my favorite beta readers, i love you all!! 🫂

and for @leona-hawthorne who was the first to know about this idea, i love you! 💕

comments and reblogs are appreciated and help me a lot, so feel free to interact 🫶🏻

edited but not fully corrected.

[dearmisshoney]

moan next door

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.”

•••

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.”

©dearmisshoney 2025. do not copy, translate, or claim any of my writings or works as your own.

tags: @theodoresvalentine, @cafechichay, @lov3notts, @nottslove, @minidemont, @yuunarii-arii

[makelemonade]

BEST OF BOTH WORLDS

Once again, you and Lorenzo are studying for your exams, just you're in a state of not giving a shit and cuddling with Theodore while Lorenzo suffers in his dorm. That's when Theo decides you'll BOTH relieve Lorenzo...

part 8 of freaky slytherins

holy smut, basically bi!lorenzo and bi!theo or experimenting in a sense?? this may not be everyone's cup of tea and that is okay, subby lorenzo, theo doms you both, lots of dick sucking, double penetration (in v) theo looooves to make out with lorenzo, it's a secret between u three, the title made me cackle when I thought about it, enzo and theo being bi won't be like a big thing in the series i'll just write it with y/n every now and then

You're sprawled on your bed in the dorm, parchments scattered around you and quill forgotten in your hand. The test you're supposed to be cramming for is literally all a blur now-Potions or Charms, who even cares anymore? You’ve studied so much you gave up, the words swimming on the page, and how are you supposed to focus with Theodore Nott pressed up behind you, his arm draped lazily over your waist as he nuzzles into your neck? He claims its just to keep you there studying, as very now and then he murmurs corrections or explanations in that low, accented rumble that makes your stomach flip.

"See here, amore," he suddenly says, his finger tracing a line on your notes, "The potion needs moonstone dust for stability- skip it, and it blows up in your face." You're half-studying, half-melting into the cuddle. 

You hum in response, shifting back against his chest. "Yeah, got it. Thank you baby.” But your mind wanders to the real stress bomb in the group- Lorenzo, your sweet perfectionist who's probably tearing his hair out over the same exam.

Theo chuckles softly, his hand splaying across your stomach, fingers dipping just under the hem of your shirt and as If he read your mind; "You don't seem as stressed as Lorenzo. Guy's wound tighter than a dragon's coil." He presses a light kiss to your shoulder.

You snort, setting the quill down. "Lorenzo's a perfectionist. He stresses ten times more than he should. It's like the test is his whole world right now." You can picture him in his dorm, brow furrowed, books piled high- your poor baby, always pushing himself too hard.

"Well, he's dying in our dorm right now. Kicked out all the guys to study- sent us packing to the common room before I came here.” 

You laugh, the sound bubbling up as realization hits. "Oh, so that's where the girls went, I wondered why they hadn’t come up yet.“ You shake your head, sighing dramatically. "I should go help him in a bit. Maybe distract him with some... motivation." 

Theo grins, that wicked, knowing smirk that always promises trouble. He rolls you slightly onto your side so he can look at you properly, his body heat enveloping you. "I have a better idea. Why don't we both relieve him?"

Your eyebrows shoot up, intrigue sparking. "Oh? And how would you suggest that?"

He leans in closer, voice dropping to a teasing whisper, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek. "Baby, there's a lot you don't know about me and Lorenzo."

The words hung heavy and you gasp, "Oh, so my pussy wasn't enough? You had to go for Enzo's dick too?"

Theo throws his head back in laughter and it makes you giggle as he pulls you flush against him, still laughing hard as his thumb strokes your jaw. "Hey, to be fair, we just make out a lot…and I make him suck my dick. He's shy about it, but fuck, you know how whiney he gets. Reminds me of you..” 

Then his expression softens, the grin fading into something more vulnerable. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, voice quieter now, almost hesitant. "Just... don't tell anyone, yeah? I told you 'cause I love you, and Lorenzo trusts you the most out of all of us.”

Your heart swells at the confession, and uou reach up, fingers threading through his dark hair, tugging him down for a slow, reassuring kiss. His lips part against yours, the kiss deepening,  “Your secret's safe.”

~~~

The door to boys’ dorm creaks open under Theo's hand, the sound slicing through the heavy silence inside. The room is dimly lit by a single floating candle, casting shadows over stacks of open books and crumpled notes strewn across the desk Lorenzo is sitting at, hunched over, hair disheveled, tie loosened like he's been tugging at it for hours. His quill scratches furiously against parchment, jaw clenched in that familiar way that screams overload.

"Enzo," Theo calls out, his voice smooth and commanding, cutting through the quiet like a spell. He steps inside first, pulling you along by the hand, "Put the books down, mate. You're gonna burn out before the exam even starts."

Lorenzo's head snaps up, eyes wide at the sudden voice. He looks wrecked- cheeks flushed from frustration, lips parted as he exhales a shaky breath. "Theo? Y/N? What are you- I can't stop now. This potion sequence is killing me." His voice cracks on the last word, his sad whiney tone that always tugs at your heartstrings.

You squeeze Theo's hand before letting go, crossing the room to perch on the arm of the couch near the end of the room., “Hey, come here," you call softly, patting the cushion beside you. "A break won't kill you. Please?”

Theo smirks, locking the door with a casual flick of his wand before sauntering over. He towers over Lorenzo for a moment, hand coming down to grip the back of his neck, guiding him up from the chair, "Listen to her, Enzo. She's got the right idea. Couch, now." 

Lorenzo whimpers softly, a desperate little sound as he stands, books forgotten. He lets Theo steer him to the couch, collapsing onto it with a sigh, legs spreading slightly as exhaustion hits. "I just... I need to get this right," he murmurs, but his eyes flick between you and Theo, lingering on the way Theo's hand lingers on his shoulder.

You slide onto the couch beside him, your hand trailing up his arm. "Shh, we've got you." Leaning in, you capture his lips in a gentle kiss and he melts into it immediately, a soft whine escaping as his hands find your waist, pulling you closer.

Theo watches for a beat, eyes darkening with hunger, before he moves behind the couch. His hands come down on Lorenzo's shoulders, kneading the knots  with strong fingers. "That's it, relax," he murmurs. He bends down, lips brushing Lorenzo's ear. "You've been holding this in too long. Let us take care of it."

Lorenzo shudders, nodding frantically as your kiss deepens. Breaking the kiss, you glance up at Theo, who's now leaning over the back of the couch, his face inches from Lorenzo's. The sight of them so close, Theo's dark hair falling forward, makes heat coil in your core.

“Get on your knees, amore," Theo instructs, commanding and electric. "Show Enzo how good you are at this."

You obey, getting onto your knees infront of him, fingers tremble with anticipation as you pop the buttons on his trousers, tugging them down along with his boxers. His cock springs free, already half hard and twitching, the tip glistening with pre-cum. You wrap your hand around the base, stroking slowly as he bucks into your touch with a desperate whimper.

"Y/N... please," Lorenzo breathes, head falling back against the couch- and right into Theo's waiting palm. Theo holds him steady, fingers threading through his hair. He crashes his lips against Lorenzo's in a heated but slow kiss. Lorenzo moans into it, his body arching as you lean down and take the head of his cock into your mouth. 

You suck gently at first, tongue swirling around the slit, tasting the salt of him. He throbs on your tongue, hips jerking up, but Theo's free hand comes down to pin his thigh, keeping him in place.

"Easy, Enzo," Theo growls against his lips, pulling back just enough to nip at his jaw. "Let her work. You know she loves sucking you off." He kisses him again, slower this time, but no less intense and Lorenzo's whines as his hands fist at the couch cushions.

You glance up from between Lorenzo's legs, the view stealing your breath. Theo dominating the kiss, one hand gripping Lorenzo's hair to control the angle, the other braced his thigh to keep him down. Lorenzo's face is flushed, eyes squeezed shut in overwhelmed pleasure. And It's so fucking hot that it makes your cunt clench,  arousal soaking through your panties as you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper, bobbing your head with wet, slurping sounds.

Theo breaks the kiss, catching your eye and smirks,  "You like the show, amore? Watching me kiss him while you suck his cock?" His voice is rough, laced with that Italian lilt that makes your thighs squeeze together.

You hum around Lorenzo's length and nod, the vibration drawing a whimper from him. Pulling off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his tip, “Don’t stop on my watch.”

"Then keep sucking for Lorenzo," Theo orders, voice dropping as he turns back to Enzo, capturing his mouth again, deeper and more demanding. His other hand moves from Lorenzo’s thigh to your head, guiding you back down.

You obey eagerly, taking his cock to the back of your throat, gagging slightly, He cries out into Theo's kiss, tears spilling over now, body trembling under the dual assault. "Theo... Y/N... fuck, I can’t-“ His words dissolve into whimpers, hips stuttering as you swallow around him, hand pumping the base.

Theo chuckles darkly, breaking the kiss to whisper hot against Enzo's ear. "You can take it. Be a good boy for us." He glances at you again, eyes burning. "Deeper, amore. Make him cry harder."

The command sends a thrill through you, and you redouble your efforts, sucking hard, tongue pressing flat against the underside. Lorenzo's whines pitch higher, desperate and pleading, his cock pulsing as he nears the edge. Theo kisses him through it all, swallowing every sound, his own arousal evident in the way he grinds subtly against the back of the couch.

Lorenzo's body tenses, his cock swelling as you take him deep one last time. His whines peak into a choked sob against Theo's lips, and then he's cumming, hot spurts flooding your mouth, salty and thick. You swallow greedily, milking every drop with your tongue until he slumps back, spent and trembling, tears streaking his flushed cheeks.

Theo pulls away from the kiss, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watches you lick your lips clean. "Good girl," he murmurs, voice a low rumble that vibrates through you. He straightens up behind the couch, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. His trousers drop just enough to free his cock- long, thick and already rock-hard and leaking at the tip.

"Your turn to help me, Enzo," Theo says, gripping the base of his shaft and stroking once, lazily. He nods toward it, expectant. "On your knees.”

Lorenzo, still catching his breath, slides off the couch without hesitation, knees hitting the rug with a soft thud. His eyes are glassy, fixed on Theo's cock like it's the only thing that matters. You watch, heart pounding, as he leans forward, lips parting to take the head into his mouth. Theo groans, hand fisting in Enzo's hair, guiding him deeper.

But Theo's gaze shifts to you, dark and commanding. “Principesa, get over here. Sit beside me, m’wanna feel how wet you are.”

Your legs feel like jelly as you stand and sit beside Theo, hiking one leg up for your skirt to ride up and expose your panties, and the sight makes Enzo moan which has you and Theo laughing. 

His free hand snakes between your legs immediately, fingers shoving your panties aside and plunging two digits into your dripping core without preamble. You gasp, clenching around the intrusion, the stretch burning so good as he curls them against your walls.

"Fuck, you're soaked," Theo growls, pumping his fingers in and out, thumb circling your clit roughly. "Sucking him off got you this desperate?"

You nod, biting your lip, but your eyes are glued to Enzo below- his head bobbing on Theo's cock, cheeks hollowing as he sucks with desperate enthusiasm. Whines vibrate around Theo's length, muffled and needy. 

Theo's fingers thrust harder, scissoring inside you, but he notices your distraction. "Don't just watch, amore. Help him. Push his head down, make him take me deeper."

Your hand trembles as you reach over the couch back, threading your fingers into Enzo's soft hair. You press gently at first, urging him forward. Enzo's eyes flutter up to meet yours, wide and pleading, but he doesn't resist. 

"That's it, my baby are so good for me," Theo praises, his hips twitching forward slightly. 

Enzo gags wetly, a choked whimper escaping as saliva drips down his chin, but he doesn't pull away. His hands grip Theo's thighs, nails digging in, body shaking with the effort. You're struggling too- Theo's fingers pistoning relentlessly, your walls fluttering as orgasm coils tight.

"Don't fuckin' stop," Theo snaps at Enzo when he tries to come up for air, his grip tightening in the boy's hair. “Don’t be mean, she’s a good girl, let her force you down.”

Enzo whines pitifully around the cock in his mouth, tears welling anew, but he redoubles his efforts, tongue laving the underside as you guide him up and down. The vibrations from his sounds shoot straight to your core, making you grind harder against Theo's hand.

"Make him go deep, per favore-don't be shy on him," Theo urges you. He adds a third finger, stretching you wide, the squelch of your arousal loud in the room. You obey, shoving Enzo's head flush against Theo's pelvis, holding him there as he gags harder, throat convulsing.

Enzo's body jerks, a strangled sob bubbling up, but Theo just chuckles darkly, free hand coming up to stroke your thigh encouragingly. "Don't worry, amore, he likes it. He's just like you when I make you suck me off. All that pretty gagging and crying... gets him hard again already."

You glance down, and sure enough, Enzo's cock is twitching back to life between his legs, pre-cum beading at the tip. Your pussy clamps down on Theo's fingers, the edge so close, as Enzo's gags turn rhythmic, sloppy and devoted.

Theo's breaths come faster, his cock throbbing in Enzo's mouth, but he holds back, focused on unraveling you both. "Keep going... both of you. Make me proud."

Theo's fingers crook inside you one final time, hitting that spongy spot deep in your walls until your vision whites out. You shatter around his hand, pussy spasming wildly as you cum onto his palm, juices dripping down your thigh. Your grip on Enzo's hair falters, and he pulls off Theo's cock with a gasp, strings of spit connecting his swollen lips to the glistening shaft. But Theo doesn't let you recover, he yanks his fingers free with a wet pop, smearing your release across your thigh before grabbing your chin roughly.

"On the ground, amore," he orders, voice gravelly with restraint. "Beside him. Both of you- I want to paint those pretty faces."

Your knees buckle as you slide off the couch, landing on the rug next to Enzo; His cheeks are streaked with tears and saliva, eyes hazy with submission as he tilts his head back, parting his lips wide and sticking out his tongue like an offering. You mirror him, heart racing, the cool air kissing your soaked folds as you kneel side by side, faces upturned toward Theo.

“Merda, look at you two, my perfect little sluts, begging for it," Theo growls, his free hand alternating between stroking your cheek and Enzo's, thumbing over your lips encouragingly. His abs tense, breaths ragged, and then he's erupting- thick ropes of cum splattering across your faces in hot, sticky bursts. The first lands heavy on your forehead, the next hits Enzo's cheek. He aims lower, painting your outstretched tongues, the salty tang flooding your mouth as you both swallow instinctively, more landing on your chins and necks.

Theo milks the last drops onto your joined lips and you turn to lick it off of Enzo’s cheek before kissing him and he moans into your mouth.  Theo watches,  a satisfied smirk curling his mouth. "Bravi, miei tesori. Now, up, get on the bed. We’re not done.

Theo herds you both towards his bed, first shoving Enzo down onto his back first. You hesitate at the edge, but Theo's hand on your lower back propels you forward. “Lay on him, back to his chest.”

You look at him confused and he just rolls his eyes, already shoving you down and manhandling you as you lay your back on Enzo’s chest and his arms wrap around you in a sense to ground himself. 

His eyes darken with wicked intent as he positions you just right above Enzo’s cock before he grabs it himself, sliding him in so easily, your walls hugging him tight, drawing a broken moan from his throat. "F-fuck, Y/N... so warm... “

Theo climbs onto the bed in front of you, pushing your legs back as he straddles Lorenzo’s, one hand splaying over your stomach to feel the bulge of Enzo inside you. "Hold still,"  His other hand wraps around his own cock, still slick from your mouths, and he lines it up right beside Enzo’s, pushing the head against your already-filled pussy.

"Theo-wait, I- NGH~” you start, but it's too late. He thrusts forward without mercy, forcing his thick shaft alongside Enzo's, stretching your walls to their absolute limit. Your pussy protests with a lewd squelch, juices forced out around the dual intrusion, dripping down Enzo's balls. It's your first time like this- two cocks crammed into the same tight hole, rubbing against each other through your thin walls- and the sensation rips a raw moan from your chest. “Ngh~ ahnn~ oh my~ fuck!”

Enzo's eyes go wide beneath you, his head resting on your shoulder, face contorting in ecstasy and shock. "Oh gods Theo, your dick... fuck, Y/N your so tight! Ahi~ f-fuck~” His hips buck involuntarily, which only grinds him deeper into you alongside Theo. 

"Shh, tesoro," Theo soothes Enzo mockingly, even as he groans low in his throat, "Take it like a good boy. Feel how her pussy's clenching around us both? She's made for this, our greedy little puttana, stuffed full." He wraps both arms around your torso, gripping your hips like a vice. With a brutal flex of his muscles, he pushes you up- your pussy dragging along their combined lengths- then slams you back down, fast and unforgiving.

The pace is relentless, his cock and Enzo's pistoning in tandem inside you. The rubbing intensifies- the veined undersides of their dicks gliding against each other through your slick channel, creating obscene friction that has them both groaning. "Merda, Enzo- your cock feels so good next to mine," Theo rasps, "Rubbing like that... gonna make me fill her up even faster. Beg for it, beg me to fuck you both harder."

Enzo's a mess beneath you, tears pricking his eyes again as he thrashes his head on the pillow, hands clawing at your breasts for purchase. "P-please, Theo... harder, I-I need it! Ugh~ ahnn! Ha-ahh! it's too much, ooh~ rubbing mine... gonna cum again, fuck!" His body arches up to meet Theo's thrusts.

You're no better- moans spilling uncontrollably as the fullness overwhelms you, pussy fluttering around them both, “Nghh~~ ahh~ f-fuck, yes!”

Theo's dirty words just “make it all the better, “That's it, amore, moan for us. Your first double in that slutty cunt, and you're taking it so well. Feel us stretching you? Our cocks owning this hole... you're mine now, both of you!” He punctuates with a sharp slap to your ass, then speeds up the rhythm, bouncing you faster on their joined lengths until the room fills with the symphony of gasps, whines, and slick sounds.

Enzo breaks first, his cock pulsing hot against Theo's as he spills deep inside you, cum flooding your walls and easing the slide just enough to tip you overm “F-fuck cumming ngh~ I’m cumming!” 

Theo follows seconds later, growling Italian curses as he unloads, his release mixing with Enzo's, overflowing and trickling out with each final thrust. He holds you down, grinding deep to savour the aftershocks, all three of you trembling in the shared bliss.

After you all lay there, reaching for air, Theo eases you off gently, his cock slipping free and Enzo’s does as well. He looms over you both, a possessive gleam in his eyes. "Good job, miei amori. Did so good for me.”

Your groan as you twist yourself over, now laying your chest onto Enzo’s, slumping forward. His arms wrap around you weakly, both of you slick with sweat and the remnants of their releases trickling between your thighs. 

You lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to Enzo's lips, tasting the faint bitterness of cum lingering there. "You're so cute, Enzo," you murmur against his mouth, your voice breathy and fond. 

His eyes flutter open, wide and vulnerable, cheeks already flushing deeper. "When... when did Theo tell you?" he whispers, a shy whine creeping into his tone.

You giggle, nuzzling his nose with yours. Before you can answer, strong hands grip your waist as Theo lifts you off Enzo with effortless strength, settling you on his lap- when did he even get his pants on?! His lips brush your temple, then your cheek, peppering soft kisses over the drying streaks on your face. "Quite literally half an hour ago," he says.

Lorenzo props himself up on his elbows, face burning crimson now, the secret out in the open between the three of you. He ducks his head, biting his lip, but you can't let him stew in embarrassment. Sliding off Theo's lap, you crawl back across the rumpled sheets to Enzo, cupping his jaw and planting a sweet kiss on his cheek. "Secrets safe with me," you assure him, thumb stroking his heated skin. "I'm glad you trusted me enough."

He melts under the touch, a small smile breaking through as he meets your eyes. “Of course I trust you enough. You've heard me whimper more than anyone in our group over the last year," 

Theo snorts from beside you, rolling his eyes but pulling you closer with an arm around your shoulders. "Understatement of the century, tesoro. Now, can you both maybe get some clothes on? So I can fall asleep with you both sandwiched here."

Enzo shakes his head stubbornly, sitting up fully and glancing at the scattered parchments on his desk. "No, I can't. I have to study, the test is tomorrow, and I-“

"Enzo," you and Theo say in unison, voices firm as you both deadpanned.

He huffs, pouting like a kicked puppy, “Fine.”

Theo chuckles, reaching for his discarded shirt on the floor- a soft green button-up- and drapes it over your shoulders. It swallows you whole, the fabric carrying his smoky scent. Enzo rummages in his trunk, tossing you a pair of his boxers; they're a bit big, but you pull them on anyway, the waistband sitting low on your hips.

Theo stands, stretching his long limbs with a satisfied sigh, then heads to the door. He twists the lock with a click, swinging it open just as you hop off the bed. Grabbing the edges of their two single beds, you shove them together with a grunt until they align into one makeshift double. 

You climb in first, settling in the middle with the blankets tucked around your legs. Theo slides in on your left, pulling you against his chest, while Enzo joins on your right, his head resting on your shoulder. 

And as if the universe was making sure no one knew about your secret, it was then that the rest of the boys chose to come back upstairs. They were midway through a story about Mattheo's latest prank gone wrong when their eyes land on the three of you cuddled up, and Draco arches a brow, smirking. "Oh, did you three have fun without us?"

You shrug casually, propping yourself up on an elbow with an innocent grin. "Nope. We just wanted to come help Enzo for his test tomorrow. Studying, you know?"

Theo and Enzo exchange a glance over your head, their smirks mirroring each other, thrilled by the shared secret humming between you. 

[makelemonade]

SUPER SOAKER

When Lorenzo makes you squirt for the first time, the other guys decide to step up their game.

part 7 of freaky slytherins

you guys wanted more FREAK u got it

lowk humiliation kink, mattheo riddle fucking the daylights out of you, the boys are trying to make the girls squirt, this is really filthy im shocked i wrote this, degredation, lots of dirty talk, mattheo loves the chase, mentions and descriptions of the other girls with the boys, SUPER freaky week. lots of fingering, lots of oral (fem receiving) and LOTS of fucking (mostly enzo at the start for oral and mattheo later on for everything) lots of spitting, slapping (pussy spanking my fav)

It was any other evening for the Slytherin boys- returning to their dorm after a long week of classes, grateful for friday, and Theodore grabbing that hidden bottle of fire whiskey that got passed around. The other thing amongst them, that was also normal, was you laid back on Lorenzo’s bed, curtains drawn, as he spread your legs apart and was kneeling between them. His hands grip your thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, and he dives in without hesitation, his mouth latching onto your pussy with a hunger that makes your breath hitch.

His tongue flattens against your folds, licking a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit before swirling around the sensitive nub. “Fuck, you taste so good” his words vibrating through your core. “Such a sweet little pussy, all wet for me.” His words send heat flooding your cheeks, but it only makes you arch into him, your fingers twisting in his dark hair.

“Nghh~”The moan spills from your lips, high pitched and needy, echoing. Outside the curtains, the voices of the boys carry on as if this is just another Friday night, which it is. Laughter punctuates their chat about some Quidditch match gone wrong and some bet. 

“-and then Nott here trips over his own broom while heading out to the match!” Blaise chuckles, his deep voice rumbling. “Like, mate, how do you even-“

Your next cry cuts him off, ‘Nhahh~ Lorenzo, right there!' His lips suck hard on your clit, and he slides two fingers into your dripping entrance.

Theodore snorts, “What's that, Y/N? Auditioning for the choir?”

Draco laughs and joins in, More like the opera. Keep it down, we're trying to have a civilized conversation about quidditch over here!”

Lorenzo doesn't pause, his free hand sliding up your body to grope your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers. His other hand pumps his fingers faster, tongue flicking relentlessly. “Ignore them,” he growls, pulling back just enough to speak, his breath hot on your slick skin. “Focus on me, on how good I'm making this pussy feel. You're so tight around my fingers, clenching like you never want me to stop.” 

‘Mmph~ Sooo good~”Your voice breaks into a whine, body trembling as pleasure coils tighter in your belly. The guys' teasing only amps up the humiliation, and it just makes you wetter.

Mattheo laughs loudly, mocking you. “Hear that? 'Sooo good.' Like she's never had a tongue in her life. Enzo, you slacking or what?'

'Yeah, focus on that wet cunt, Enzo!' Blaise calls, mimicking your moan in a exaggerated tone that has the others cracking up. “oh harder daddy!”

Their normal banter resumes over the mockery, something about sneaking Firewhisky into the common room later for the other girls, but Lorenzo takes their bait, eating you out with renewed ferocity. His fingers thrust deep, scissoring inside you, while his palm grinds against your clit. 

“Nghh~ Ahh~ Don't stop, please~” You're loud, unable to hold back, moans tumbling out. The wet sounds of his mouth on you fill the air, slurps and smacks that the guys no doubt hear.

Theodore mimics in a exaggerated tone like Blaise, cackling “Don't stop, please!”

Draco laughs hard, doubling over and clapping, “She's vocal tonight, he’s not just eating her out he’s devouring her. Pass the crisps, Mattheo- oi, not the salt and vinegar ones.”

Lorenzo's grip tightens on your thigh, bruising in the best way as he fingers you harder, tongue lashing your clit. A’nd when you start to tighten up and squirm, he knows what’s coming. “That's it, cum for me,” He smiles, “Your pussy's so perfect, soaking my hand. Let go, baby.” 

The pressure builds unbearably, a wave you've never quite chased before, and suddenly it crashes over you. Your body seizes, thighs clamping around his head as you squirt, hot liquid gushing out in forceful spurts against his mouth and chin. 'Nhaaaah! OH GOD, ENZO! Your moan turned into a scream, raw and echoing, your hips jerking wildly.

He pulls back slightly, eyes wide with shock, lips glistening as he watches the mess soak the sheets beneath you and also his face.  But then a grin splits his face, dark and delighted. 'Holy fuck, that was so hot. Is that the first time you’ve ever squirted?!”

Embarrassment floods you, cheeks burning as you try to close your legs, but he's still between them, fingers buried deep. “Fuck, yes it was! I’m so sorry!” you whimper, mortified, the aftershocks making you twitch.

Before Lorenzo can respond and tell you not to apologize, the curtains yank open; Mattheo stands there smirking, flanked by the others peering in with wide eyes. The soaked bedsheets are impossible to hide, and Lorenzo’s face which he was still cleaning- and licking.

‘”You SQUIRTED?!” Theodore blurts, in awe but also laughing.

Blaise whistles low, “Damn, look at that. Bed's ruined.”

Draco arches a brow, “Yeah and so is she.”

Mattheo's grin turns wicked as he steps closer. Without warning, his hand comes down in a sharp slap right on your exposed pussy and the iimpact jolts another small squirt from you, liquid dribbling out onto the already drenched fabric.

“Ahh~! You bastard!” You yelp, swatting at him.

The guys erupt in laughter, Mattheo dodging your half-hearted swat. “Feisty even when you're a mess. Hot as hell, though.”

“Go away before I kill you all!” you snap, voice breathless and high, pulling a pillow over your face to hide the flush. Lorenzo chuckles, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, but he shoos them half-heartedly, already leaning in to kiss your thigh.

The next day, the thrill from that humiliating but insanely hot encounter with Lorenzo and the boys still lingers in your mind, a secret buzz that makes your skin tingle. You push open the door to your dorms, spotting Pansy, Astoria, and Daphne already lounged on the plush couches by the fire, a half-empty bottle of smuggled Butterbeer between them. Their laughter dies down as you drop onto the cushions beside Pansy, kicking off your shoes with a sigh.

Astoria leans forward, her dark hair falling over one shoulder, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now that your here- have you guys noticed how... eager the boys have been this week? Like, unusually handsy and persistent.”

Daphne groans dramatically, flopping back against the armrest. “Don't get me started. Blaise had me in a broom closet for a full hour today. I mean, I'm not complaining- he fucked me good I could barely stand after- but they've stepped up their game or something. It was intense.”

You can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up as you nudge her knee with your foot. 'Well, Daphne, you do love it rough.”

She shoots you a playful glare, but her lips curve into a grin. “Coming from the girl who got fucked for over an hour by Theo, Draco, and Blaise last week?”

The room erupts in laughter, Pansy nearly spilling her drink as she cackles and Astoria wipes a tear from her eye, fanning herself. “Merlin, you lot are wild. But seriously,, what's got them so riled up?”

You hesitate for a beat, cheeks warming at the memory of the soaked sheets and Mattheo's stinging slap, but then you shrug it off with a smirk. “they're eager because... Enzo made me squirt for the first time the other night. I think they're on some mission to get it out of all of us now. Like, their usual competitive bullshit.'

Pansy's eyes widen, and she lets out a sharp laugh, clapping her hands. “Draco just got one out of me like two hours ago! He’s had a shit eating grin since.”

“DETAILS!” Daphne and Astoria chorus in unison, leaning in eagerly. 

“Oh fine! During lunch we were on our way to the great hall and then he just…pulled into one empty classroom! He was just easing for fifteen minutes, hand my hands tied and pinned me against a desk. It…was just intense and long instead of our usual quickies, he fingered me for a while and then I came and I assumed okay maybe it WAS quick but then he just…dove back in there and ate me out! Holy it was…we all know Draco isn’t a munch but it was a lot, and THEN second time humming he just starts fucking me and there we go I just squirted on his dick…and shirt.”

The three of you stare at her, then burst into laughter, Daphne fanning herself again. “Holy shit, they're really determined. Like, on a mission.”

For the next few days, they ARE on a mission. There are only five of them but it might as well be an army with the way they materialize out of nowhere, their eyes locking on you with that predatory gleam. You've become a ghost in your own routine, slipping through classes and meals like a shadow trying to avoid them. Your body aches from the relentless use over the past week; thighs sore, pussy tender and swollen from the boys' earlier attentions, making even simple steps a wobbly effort. 

And it was NOT just towards you, because if you were used an hour next someone else was being used. You push open the door to the girls' dormitory one afternoon, expecting the usual chatter, only to freeze at the sight of Blaise pinning Astoria against the wall by the fireplace. His hands are under her skirt, thrusting fingers deep into her while she gasps and claws at his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist. You back out before they notice, door clicking shut softly, heat flooding your cheeks. Temptation tugs at you- you've watched before, the thrill of it making your pussy throb- but you know better. One glimpse, and they'd drag you in.

The next evening, it's worse. You slip into the common room after curfew, only to hear rhythmic slapping and low grunts. Peeking around the corner, you spot Draco and Daphne tangled on the floor- Draco's cock buried in her from behind, his hand fisted in her hair as he pounds her ass, while she sucks Theodore off on her knees- oh and that wasn’t all, because Theodore was also fingering Pansy. It was a miracle how no one had walked into this sight. 

Every time you try to relax, they're there. Walking back from Potions with the group, you feel it, that heavy stare boring into your back- Mattheo, his dark eyes raking over you like he's already stripping you bare. He knows your weaknesses, the way you crave it rough, the bruises and bites that make you come hardest. The others tease and chase in bursts, but Mattheo? He's methodical, a hunter wearing you down. 

During lunch before entering the hall,, he corners you against a pillar, his breath hot on your neck as he murmurs, "Running from me, princess? We both know you'll beg it soon,” You twist away, laughing it off to the girls, but inside, your pulse hammers. In the library, he "accidentally" brushes your thigh under the table, fingers inching toward your skirt. 

By the sixth day, exhaustion sets in. Your pussy feels raw, every brush of fabric against your clit a reminder of how overstimulated you are. You've squirted twice now- once with Lorenzo, once with Theo- but the boys' game has turned them feral, and Mattheo's fixation makes it personal. He wants it from you the most, to claim that victory, to feel you gush around his fingers or cock while you scream his name.

The girls' dormitory is your last sanctuary (which you realized is incredibly stupid), the door slamming behind you as you burst in, the room mercifully empty for once- no tangled bodies or breathless moans to dodge. You lean against the nearest bedpost, chest heaving, but the lock clicks and Mattheo shoulders through, eyes locked on you like a wolf scenting prey. "Got you now, little runner," he drawls, voice dripping with dark amusement.

You scramble back onto the bed, but he's faster, lunging to pin you down with his full weight, knees bracketing your hips as his hands clamp your shoulders to the mattress and your laughing. You squirm beneath him, twisting and bucking, but his grip is iron, that grin splitting his face wide, thrilled by your resistance. 

"Oh, fuck yeah, fight me," he growls, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath on your lips. His free hand snakes to his throat, yanking his tie loose with a sharp tug. Before you can react, he grabs your wrists, shoving them up above your head and binding them tight to the headboard with the silk strip, knots firm and unyielding.

"Keep resisting like that, and I'll tie your legs apart too,” he warns, his tone low and teasing, laced with promise as he trails a finger down your arm, watching you shiver. "Spread you wide open for me, no hiding that needy little pussy.”

You arch against the restraints, a whimper escaping as his hands finally roam free over your body, groping with rough intent. He palms your tits through your blouse first, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp, thumbs circling your nipples until they peak stiff and aching. "These tits of yours, always so fucking perky, begging to be marked up," he mutters, voice husky with lust. His palms slide lower, bunching your skirt up to your waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, kneading and spreading them wider despite your squirms.

He doesn't waste time, popping the buttons of your blouse one by one, exposing your bra before shoving it up to bare your chest completely. His mouth descends, sucking a nipple between his teeth with a sharp bite that draws a high-pitched moan from your throat

”That's it moan for me, slut," Switching to the other breast, laving it with his tongue while his hand cups your mound over your panties, pressing just enough to feel your heat.

Your skirt joins the pile next, hiked off and tossed aside, followed by your panties- ripped down your legs in one swift yank, leaving you fully exposed. He sits back on his heels, admiring the view with a low whistle, his cock straining visibly against his trousers. "Look at this pretty cunt, already glistening for me. You've been running, but your body's been screaming for my hands all week."

His palm comes down without mercy, spanking your bare pussy with a sharp crack that makes your hips jerk, the sting blooming into liquid heat. You cry out, a keening wail that echoes in the empty room, clit throbbing from the impact. He does it again, watching your folds redden, your arousal leaking out in response. "Such a filthy girl, getting wet from a spanking. Bet you love being treated like the desperate whore you are."

Leaning down, he hocks a thick glob of spit right onto your pussy, the warm wetness mixing with your own slick as he smears it around with his fingers, rubbing your clit in firm, teasing strokes. "There, all lubed up for me," he says with a wicked chuckle, plunging two fingers inside you without warning, thick and curling to stroke that sensitive spot deep within. You buck wildly, moans spilling out in a torrent, “Ahh! Mattheo, fuck, yes!" your walls clenching around him as he pumps faster, thumb grinding your clit.

The pressure builds fast, coiling tight in your belly, your breaths coming in ragged pants as you teeter on the edge. “I’m- oh god, I'm gonna cum- please!" you beg, voice breaking into that high pitched plea, body straining against the ties.

But he stops. Fingers withdrawing abruptly, leaving you empty and aching, his hands clamping your thighs wide apart. You whine pathetically, hips rolling in vain, trying to grind against nothing, but he holds you open, denying any friction. "Not yet, princess. You don't get to cum until I say. Look at you, squirming like a needy little slut, begging already?"

Tears of frustration prick your eyes as the denied orgasm throbs painfully, your pussy clenching on air. "Please, Mattheo, touch me- fuck, I need it, let me cum!" you plead, words tumbling out in a desperate rush, hips twitching helplessly under his grip.

He leans in, lips brushing your ear, voice a dark rumble. "You don't know how bad I wanna get Theodore in here right now, have us both take turns on you. Stretch this tight pussy with our cocks, make you scream while we swap ends. But I want you first."

Your pleas hang in the air, raw and broken, but Mattheo just chuckles low in his throat, his fingers digging bruises into your thighs as he keeps them splayed wide. "That's more like it, you pathetic little cumslut," he sneers, eyes dark with hunger. "Begging for my cock like the desperate whore you've turned into. Fine, I’ll fuck you, but only because watching you break is too fucking tempting.”

He shifts, shoving his trousers down just enough to free his thick cock, hard and veined, the tip already leaking pre-cum as it slaps against your inner thigh. He lines up and thrusts in deep with one brutal snap of his hips, stretching your soaked pussy around his girth until you're gasping, walls fluttering wildly. "Fuck, so tight- gripping me like you were made for this dick," he grunts, bottoming out balls-deep.

You arch off the bed, a shattered cry ripping from your lips,”Nghh! Ahnn!" as he starts pounding, relentless and hard, each slam jolting your body against the tied wrists. He doesn't ease in; it's a punishing rhythm from the start, his hips snapping forward with wet, obscene slaps echoing in the dorm. Your tits bounce with every thrust, and he reaches down to slap one sharply, the sting making you yelp, “Oohoo! Fuck, Mattheo!" before he pinches the nipple, twisting.

"Shut up and take it, you greedy bitch," he degrades, leaning over to spit a hot wad right onto your heaving chest, watching it trail down between your breasts. He smears it with his palm, rubbing it into your skin like he's claiming territory, then slaps your other tit harder, the red mark blooming instantly. "These tits are mine to bruise, look at you, leaking all over my cock already. Bet you wish Theo was here slapping the other side, huh? Two of us wrecking you while you squirt like a fountain."

He pulls back almost out, then rams in again, grinding deep to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes. You babble incoherently, mind fracturing under the onslaught,” S-so good... fuck fuck, nghh! Don't stop, please, ahnn!”, legs trembling in his iron grip, pussy clenching desperately around him. 

Sweat slicks your bodies, and he spanks your thigh mid-thrust the sharp pain shooting straight to your core, making you clench harder. "That's for running from me, slut," he growls, doing it again on the other side, skin heating under his hand. He spits once more, this time aiming for your face, the glob landing on your cheek before he wipes it toward your open mouth with his thumb, shoving it past your lips. “Fucking filthy. Moan louder, let the whole castle hear how I'm ruining this cunt."

Your responses dissolve into mindless noise, “Oohoo! Yes, fuck me, nghh! Cock... so deep, ahnn!”, your head thrashing as he pounds harder, the bed creaking under the force. He grabs your hips, yanking you onto him with each thrust, balls slapping your ass rhythmically. 

"You're nothing but a hole for us now, aren't you? Whoever ‘snext gonna love how loose I leave you, ready for his turn to pound you stupid." Your walls spasm, orgasm hovering cruelly close, but he angles away just enough to deny it, keeping you teetering on that edge, babbling pleas that make no sense, “More... please, fuck, nghh! Break me, ahnn~!"

He laughs darkly, slapping your thigh again, then your tit for good measure, the mix of pain and pleasure frying your brain until you're a writhing, moaning mess, utterly lost in the dirty, endless fuck.

'Yeah, that's it, you worthless slut, milk my dick like the cumdump you are,' he snarls, spitting another thick glob onto your bouncing breasts, watching it slide down your sweat-slicked skin before he rubs it in roughly with his free hand. His hips never falter, pistoning with filthy precision, balls smacking against your ass as the pressure builds unbearably in your core. 

You thrash beneath him, tied wrists straining, legs quivering in his unyielding grip, ‘Fuck fuck, nghh! Gonna... ahnn! So good, don't stop!’, babbling nonsense as the coil snaps without warning.

Your pussy convulses wildly, gushing hot and clear all over his cock, squirting in forceful arcs that soak his abs and the sheets beneath you. 'Oohoo! Cumming, fuck- nghh!' you wail, body arching off the bed in ecstasy, but he doesn't stop thrusting through it, fucking you harder to wring out every drop. The wet squelch of your release mixes with his grunts, your juices spraying messily with each plunge, drenching everything in sight.

Only when you're trembling on the edge of oversensitivity does he pull out with a slick pop, your pussy gaping and fluttering emptily around nothing.  His hand comes down hard on your swollen folds, the sting making you jolt and squirt again, a fresh gush spilling out as you cry out. He spanks it repeatedly, sharp and deliberate, coaxing more from your clenching hole while his other arm hooks under your knee, shoving your leg wide and pinning it down so you can't squeeze them shut. 

He watches with a predatory grin, thumb circling your clit teasingly between slaps, drawing out the last tremors until you're a quivering, soaked wreck. Then, without warning, he surges forward, slamming his cock back inside your spasming pussy in one vicious thrust. “Take it all, you filthy hole, gonna fill you up,” he growls, pounding erratically now, chasing his own release. It hits him hard, hips stuttering as he buries deep, hot ropes of cum flooding your walls, mixing with your squirted mess. He grinds through it, spilling every drop inside you, marking you as his with a final, degrading groan against your neck.

Your eyes flutter shut, body limp and spent in the aftermath, every muscle humming with the echoes of that brutal release. Mattheo holds you tight against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you like a protective cage, his softening cock still buried deep inside your cum-filled pussy for a moment longer. He eases out slowly, the slick slide making you whimper softly, a mix of his thick seed and your own juices starting to leak out, warm and messy between your thighs.

He shifts, one hand dipping down to scoop up the creamy spill with his fingers, gathering it generously before bringing it to your lips. You part them without thinking, tongue darting out to lick and suck it clean, tasting the salty tang of him mingled with your essence. 'Mmm,' you murmur around his digits, eyes still closed as you savour it, drawing a low hum of approval from him.

Mattheo's demeanor melts in an instant, the feral edge gone, replaced by something soft and boyish. He cups your face gently, thumb brushing your cheek. 'I'm sorry, baby,' he whispers, voice all tender concern. “I wasn't too rough, was I?”

A giggle bubbles up from your chest, light and breathless, cutting through the haze. ‘”No, Matty” you say, peeking one eye open to meet his gaze “It was perfect.”

That earns you his adorable boyish grin, the kind that lights up his whole face, making him look like an innocent kid instead of the devil who just wrecked you two minutes ago. “’I was just craving you so hard,” he admits, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Couldn't help myself.”

He reaches up to untie your wrists from the headboard, rubbing the faint red marks with careful fingers, then settles back. “I’m gonna clean you up, baby, okay? You stay right here.”  He glances down at the bed, eyes widening comically at the massive wet spot. “And get you some clothes... new bedsheets... and blankets. Holy fuck, you soaked the bed.”

Before he can move, the door creaks open, and Theodore steps in, arms loaded with fresh bedsheets and a thick blanket as if he somehow knew. His eyes land on you immediately, a fond smile tugging at his lips- the one that always makes your heart skip.

“Oh god,' you groan, burying your face in Mattheo's shoulder. “You're not here for sloppy seconds, right?”

That cracks both of them up as Theo sets the linens down on a chair and shakes his head, still grinning. 'Well, at first I did want you,” he confesses, crossing to the bed. “But... well, every single soul in the common room heard how thoroughly fucked you got.”

Your cheeks burn hot, mortification flooding in. “Oh my god, that's so embarrassing.”

“Nah,” Theo says, waving it off as he sits on the edge, his hand finding yours to squeeze. 'You gave every man in there a boner, and you got the girls turned on.”  He pauses, eyes softening as he looks at you properly. “Just wanted to come see you. Feels like I haven't held you in a week.”

You squeeze his hand back, a small smile breaking through. “Yeah, 'cause your best friend here has been chasing me down, and Draco and Blaise and Enzo made sure I wouldn't go a day without dick.”

Theo's grin widens, mischievous and affectionate, as he hands the sheets to Mattheo, who starts stripping the bed with efficient tugs. Then Theo scoops you up bridal-style, pulling you into his arms effortlessly to get you out of Mattheo’s way. Your naked, sticky body presses against his clothed one, and you squirm a little. “Ugh no! I’m all sticky and naked.”

“Yeah?” he teases, nuzzling your hair. “When has that ever stopped me? We've cuddled like this all the time.”

“Ok, good point,” you concede, relaxing into his hold, head resting on his shoulder as he carries you to the side, out of Mattheo's way.

Mattheo works quickly, swapping out the soaked sheets for the fresh ones, then digs into a drawer for a clean pair of panties. He tosses them over, and Theo helps you slip them on while you're still in his arms, the fabric settling snug against your tender skin. Then Theo shrugs off his shirt, the warm cotton still carrying his scent, and drapes it over you like a dress, the hem brushing your thighs.

With the bed remade, Theo lays you down gently in the centre, sliding in beside you. Mattheo climbs in on your other side, pulling the blanket over all three of you. You nestle between them, Theo's arm around your waist, Mattheo's hand resting on your hip, warm and safe. 

Oh, how you loved your boys and how good they fuck you.

[triviajeongin]

might be writing a Jean x reader zombie fanfic soon 👀

[melsthots]

୨୧─ asking them to help you pick an outfit ─୨୧

♡ feat. porco, eren, armin, levi, erwin

♡ summary : you ask your boyfriend to help you pick out an outfit for an upcoming concert…but the options get him a little too excited 

♡ cw : MDNI, talks of sexual acts, explicit language, levi/erwin and reader refer to each other as husband/wife, porco is just horny for reader at all times i’m sorry

smau masterlist | writing masterlist 

♡ porco galliard

♡ eren jaeger

♡ armin arlert

♡ levi ackerman

♡ erwin smith

divider creds : @cafekitsune

[deepsummitfate-deactivated20260]

I'm Not In Love

You weren't falling in love. You never will. Not even with the man who makes you cum more than any other man has.

AGED UP!! Katsuki Bakugou X Reader

MDNI!!

AN: HII! I'm back with the little fic. More's on the way :) This episode of euphoria and this song (Kelsey Lu Version) has had me on chokehold for YEARS. So I needed to write about it with our beloved bakugou. Love ya ;)

!!! NOT PROOF READ !!!

I'm not in love.

Is what you'd tell yourself, but it's hard not to when your bouncing on 8 inches of dick.

"F-fuck! Ngh- Suki!!" Your hands are placed on his chest, nails digging into his pecks, drawing blood. The red pools underneath your fingers. You don't care, he doesn't either. But he moans.

His hips are drilling into you. You're the one that's supposed to be riding him but you're going "too slow" stated Katsuki.

"F-fuckkkkk.." Katsuki moans out. "This fuckin- ugh.. pussy so so so good. So good.. So good." His head is thrown back. His ruby eyes rolling to the back of his head. Each thrust with his dick sending plapping noises that echo the room.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

"Suki!! Suki!! 'M gonna cum.. gonna cum!!" You squeal out, voice hoarse from the amount of times you've screamed Katsukis name.

"You're gonna fuckin' cum all over this dick, please. Oh fuckkkk.. Please I need it Y/N. Gimme yer fuckin' cum.."

His hands lay so tight on your hips you're worried it'll leave bruises. But that's an issue for later. "Suki, ngh- fuck! Right there! Right there!!" He keeps drilling into you. Until it gets to be too much.

"'M cumming!! Cumming Suki!! 'M cumming!!! nghhhh!!" You scream as you cum all over his dick, clenching tightly around him.

"Fuckkk.. Y/N, yer so fuckin' tight. Holy fuckkkk... Gonna cum up this sweet cunt... Fuckkkkkkk.." He moans as he cums hot spurts into your aching pussy.

You get off his dick and flop down beside him, breathing heavy.

"You think were fuckin' done?" He asks as he starts to roll over to get on top of you. Dick already hard again. Tip red as he's still leaking a bit of cum.

He slots himself between your legs then with one mean thrust.

"Suki!!!" You cry out, hands gripping the sheets. His pace does not start out slow. He drills into you once more, his middle finger finds it's way to your clit, rubbing against it harshly, but not enough to hurt.

"You fuckin' slut, takin' me sooo fuckinnnn goooddd.." He drags out, hands spreading your thighs wide so he can fully thrust into you.

He picks up the pace, rubbing your clit faster. Each thrust felt like you were able to see your ancestors looking down on you with shame, but you didn't care.

Each thrust got more sloppy, and his words just got dirtier and dirtier.

"Fuck look at you, you pretty fuckin' slut. Ughhhh- fuckin' letting me take over this fuckin' pussy."

"You're so fuckin wet, you hear how she's talking to me. Fuckkkk, you're such a whore for me. Say yer dynamites whore." He groans out, throwing his head back.

"I-i'm dynamites.. hic! I'm dynamites whore.. nghhh! Suki!!"

After you say that he begins to hit your g-spot at an unfathomable pace. Then you start getting a weird feeling in your gut.

"Suki..!! Suki! Needa pee!! I need to pee!!" You cry out as his eyes light up, he keeps his pace exactly the same. His middle finger still pressed up upon your clit.

"Yer gonna fuckin' squirt all over me, hmmm..? Gonna squirt all over dynamites cock aren't you.. Fuckin' do it." He growls as his opposite hand travels to your neck.

You're now seeing stars. You don't know how many times you've cum, but you know it's been a lot.

"Gonna pee!! Nghhh!! Suki... Suki!!!" You scream as you gush around his dick. He cums at the same time. The 2 mixing together. His cum and your squirt.

It hits his pelvis and he just smirks down at you.

Once you start settling down he pulls out and heads to your washroom. He then exits with a warm wet cloth and cleans you up quickly. He then walks back into the washroom with his clothing. (Which consisted of sweats, boxers, and a hoodie).

Katsuki walks back out into your bedroom still seeing your naked body on the bed.

"That was fun, let me know when you wanna do it next." He states. "Get some rest, you may be sore tomorrow." Then he leaves, taking his scent, the warmth, and everything else with him.

You roll over to your side as you hear your front door shut and cry. Tear drop after tear drop falling down your face, over the bridge of your nose and down to the sheets.

You're not in love.

You'll never be in love.

You're not in love with Katsuki Bakugou.

.

.

AN: Wait... I lowkey cooked something up here... this shit was one of the most filthiest things i've written and I'm PROUD! Anyways go to sleep guys, drink water, study, LOVE YOU!! Take care of yourself :))

~ Your gal misty who's back in business :p

[vampireg1rl]

i have two types

[xotication]

☆,

texts with a “nonchalant” eren jaeger

i love eren.

[ryewwww]

Part 2 of Older neighbor Eren getting Reader pregnant and so her parents, pissed that she had sex outside of marriage has her marry Eren?

And now she’s just his little housewife that he keeps pregnant all the time

-> exactly what happens lol

-> part 1

⚠️: angsty, face slapping (your mother slaps you), Stockholm Syndrome that hits early, breeding kink, rough sex, overstimulation

You’re freaking out. Freaking out because you took a pregnancy test a few minutes ago and now you’re looking at a stick with two pink lines.

You don’t know what to do or who to tell. Your parents would be devastated and furious but would ultimately demand you to keep the baby.

Eren already made his stance clear that night, he wanted to knock you up.

School wouldn’t be any help. It’s a tight knit community, someone would surely rat you out since everybody knew your parents.

So you did what you thought would be the best option. Which is tell your mom and only your mom.

She always has a soft spot for you and she knows how important your education and future is to you. She’s such a big supporter.

This pregnancy could de-rail your whole life so maybe she’ll find some mercy.

You waited till it was just you and her. She was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching her soap opera when you sat next to her.

“What’s wrong hun? You hungry?”

“N-no… I actually need to speak to you about something really important.”

She could tell by the tone of your voice it was something serious so she lowered her show volume and turned to you.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s something bad… promise me you won’t get mad or tell dad.”

“Tell me what’s wrong, Y/N. You’re scaring me.”

“Please promise-”

“Tell me now.”

It’s firm and final. So you take a deep breath in before whispering, “I’m pregnant.”

When you look up to meet her eyes, your met with a hard slap on the face. You sob as you hold your cheek.

She doesn’t say anything. Just gets up and goes upstairs, presumably to her room.

You go back to your room because, given your mother’s reaction, your father was probably already on his way home.

You pack a few items and sneak out your bedroom window, hopping down to the deck before running to Eren’s house across the street.

You profusely rang the door bell and after some beats the door opens and you rush inside.

You slam the door shut, turn to the window and peak out, seeing your dad’s car pull up in the driveway.

“Do you mind telling me what this is all about?”

You turn around, eyes red rimmed and cheeks still puffy from the previous crying. “I’m pregnant and it’s your fault so you have to help me. I can’t do it alone!”

He’s caught off guard with your words but ultimately takes you into his embrace and soothes you.

He’s trying to wrap his head around the news, because on one hand he’s ecstatic, but on the other hand, what’s gotten you so frantic?

“You have to tell my parents because if I do, they’ll kill me. My m-mom she already knows and she didn’t take it well-”

You can’t stop yourself from crying so Eren tightly squeezes you and you find the gesture comforting.

“It’s alright. I’ll talk to them, we’ll figure this out, okay?”

Your parents are out looking for you. Your dad barged into your room and surprise, you’re not there. They searched the house and now they’ve moved onto the neighbourhood.

Eren lets you take a shower and relax in his room. While you’re resting on his bed, you hear banging on the front door.

Sure enough, it’s your parents asking Eren if he’s seen you. Eren sighs reluctantly. He’d always imagined breaking the news a bit differently, but it had to be done.

You come out of the darkness and your parents sigh in relief, before switching to anger.

“Y/N have you lost your mind? Your mother’s telling me your pregnant?! Is this true? Who’s the father?!”

“I am.” Eren cuts in.

Now, you’d think your parents would get mad at Eren for taking advantage of their young daughter

But nope, instead you’re given a lecture about how you’re a whore and that this news brings such shame to the family, you’re forbidden to tell anyone

Your mother even cries, wondering where she went so wrong with you.

Of course, this destroys you. You go back to Eren’s room to cry and your parents leave with a bitter taste in their mouths.

After seeing them out, Eren comes to you, holding you close and trying his best to comfort you.

He’s made a promise to you. He’s gonna marry you and you were gonna have his baby.

The next day, you went to the courthouse. And the next month, you were able to scramble together a wedding at your church. Everyone in town was surprised about your marriage to Eren, but you made a good couple so people didn’t mind it too much (other than the weird age gap).

After the whole ordeal with your parents, you wanted to move somewhere away from them. It hurt how they treated you and acted indifferent at the wedding. When you brought it up to Eren, well your wish was his command.

Plus, you guys needed a bigger home anyways for your growing family.

So you looked at houses that are a bit closer to the city and away from this small town.

You moved before giving birth, and still, your parents had nothing to say about it.

But at that point, you didn’t care. You just wanted to restart with just Eren. Cause surprisingly, he was a good husband.

And though the way you started off things, and the way you got pregnant was obviously a bit… rocky. Well, your parents forced your hand. They couldn’t bother to be a support system you needed them.

So they drove you right into Eren’s hands and he honestly couldn’t thank them enough. They’ve iced you out all on their own and now you have nobody but him to depend on. But don’t worry, he’ll always take care of you.

After your baby boy is born, life is blissful for Eren. Motherhood seems like it was made for you, you and his son were the apple of his eye.

One particular night, he puts his almost one year old son down to sleep in his room before coming back to your shared room. You’re still up, wearing a silky pj dress while reading a book and Eren can’t help but pounce.

He’s pushing the blankets away before yanking your leg back, lying you flat on your back.

All he has to do is grind his crotch against you and kiss a little to really get you going.

Your hands in his hair as he slips you out of your silky dress, leaving you in your underwear which gets ripped away shortly after.

He didn’t even need to prep you, he just aligned himself before pushing in.

And lemme tell you, husband and father!Eren’s breeding kink goes crazy. All he wants is you round and full of his baby (or babies if you get hit with twins)

He has no mercy on you but it seems like you didn’t want it anyways since your legs were wrapped so tightly around his waist, he had nowhere else to go but right inside you.

You’re scratching his back, moaning so loudly for more and god, he was gonna give you more.

He had you folded in half all over your bedroom, fucking you in various positions and just never stopping.

He didn’t even know he had this in him, he thought he grew out of it, but something about you gets him going.

You’re currently on your bedroom floor (because eren was fucking you so hard, you were afraid the bed frame was gonna break) he has you laid on the soft carpet below, legs on his shoulder and he folds you in half and slams into you over and over.

His hands pulling your hair back into the floor as he attacks your neck and tits with marks before picking up his pace one last time. Shortly after, he’s bottoming out and cumming deep inside you.

You don’t know how many orgasms he draws out of you that night, but he’s relentless. There’s quite literally a pool of your mixed cum on the carpet below you but you’re too fucked out to think about it.

Eren looks down at you, smiling because fuck, you looked so fucked out, it turns him the fuck on.

You’re now being carried into the shower where round 3 will take place.

Hopefully you can keep up, because Eren wants 3 more babies with you.

[lazyexcuse]

*Levi and y/n on their wedding day*

Priest: “Now do we have any objections?”

Levi, stops and turns around, pulling off his suit jacket to reveal the ODM blades strapped to his back. “…”

Everyone: “…..”

Levi, nods his head and clicks his tongue, “Yeah…...OK..”

[kodzubaby]

imagine joining the tears oh my god transition trend (context) and posting it one night then going to sleep after.

then you wake to 99+ notifications from tiktok. you thought that maybe your post had gone viral and excitedly open your tiktok app only to find out that while the video did went viral, it wasn't purely just because you were hot. apparently, pro-hero dynamight liked your video.

you blink a few times, staring at the notification. groggy and still slighty asleep, you brain refused to process this.

@PROHERODYNAMIGHT liked your video.

nah. there’s no way. maybe it’s a fanpage? a parody account? you tap on the username and there it is. blue check. millions of followers. it’s him.

you sit up instantly, blanket flying somewhere across the room, your head spinning but you couldn't care less. your heart is pounding so hard and your hands are shaking. Dynamight—Bakugou freaking Katsuki—liked your video.

the top hero. the number one bachelor hero. the man who’s been topping every “hottest hero” surveys since forever. that guy.

with shaking hands and still because you definitely don't believe it, you checked his liked posts and there it is. your video, his most recent liked.

you flop back on your bed, burying your face into your pillow as a strangled scream escapes you. the kind that’s half disbelief, half hysterical joy. your brain is melting, your heart’s doing laps, and you’re pretty sure you just forgot how to breathe properly.

you spent nights drooling over him. his body, his quirk, his face, and even the way he speak to people. yes, might be a little weird but you definitely find his hot-headed attitude ridiculously hot. the way his voice would drop when he got serious during interviews, how he grins so menacingly during fights with sweat dripping over his face. oh my god indeed. you definitely replayed those clips more times than you’d ever admit.

and now he’d liked your video.

you lock your phone and toss it aside, staring up at the ceiling with a soft, dazed smile. maybe it doesn’t mean anything. maybe it’s just a like.

but, god, it’s a like from him.

[leviismybby]

"Stay still you little shit." Levi says trying to feed your son, the baby makes a grumpy noise, his little eyebrows frown together. That causes Hange who is sitting next to you to laugh. "They are one and the same!" They comment on how your son looks exactly like his dad and there is no denying it, you have a Levi and then you have a mini Levi next to him. He gently tries to feed the spoon to the baby but your son instead spits his food out. Levi looks towards you, it's clear that he needs some help with the infant. You smile and approch them. "Here look, bunny." The baby looks at you, a gummy little smile on his face, you try to feed him and it works. "Really?" Levi looks at his son, the boy was happily letting his mom feed him.

"I am not good at this stuff. It was easier when he was fed from the damn bottle." Levi says, sulking in his seat as you continue to feed the child. "Nothing to do with it, he just prefers me for now." After feeding, you tried to get the baby out of the high chair but he instead reached his little arms out to his father, Levi immediately took the baby rocking him in his arms. Your sons little head leaned on him, eyelids closing as he drifted off to sleep. Smiling at the sight, you touch Levi's arm. "You're an amazing dad. You know that, right?" You can tell that he can get insecure when the baby prefers you at times, Levi never had a stable father figure in his life this was all new to him but he was trying his best. He looks at you then at the little bundle that's snuggled up to him in his arms. ".....I know."

[bumblebeeonthistle]

LEVI CONFESSING MID-SEX warnings: MDNI!

When Levi starts rolling his hips, his movements are slow and languid. He lifts your hands to press a kiss to your fingers, still looking you straight in the eyes as he slowly moves in and out of your heat.

Then, his thrusts turn harder, more purposeful. He circles a little with every motion of his hips, and you know he’s searching for that spot again, the one that’ll make you come undone for him faster than you’d like.

When he finds it, you choke out his name, tears forming in your eyes. He leans down to kiss them away and when he’s finished, he doesn’t pull away again. Instead, his lips linger just by your ear, his breathing loud and stuttering.

He doesn’t increase his pace, just continues to move in and out of you in that almost soothing rhythm. It feels peaceful and right, so right, to have him this close, to feel his body move against yours like this, to feel his breath in your hair, to hear his quiet moans in your ear.

“Fuck, I– I…” He stops himself mid-sentence, closing his eyes as he rolls his hips again.

“Y-yeah?” You let go of his hands to reach up and cup his face, urging him to look at you.

His eyes are soft, so soft, the almost permanent lines between his brows gone, a gentle tilt to his lips. “I– fuck, I’m not good at this, but–“ He thrusts his hips again, voice breaking into a moan.

You trail the tips of your fingers over his face in wonder. You don’t think you’ve seen him this vulnerable before. It makes your heart squeeze in your chest, making you want to never leave this position, to always have him like this, inside you, pressing you into the mattress.

Levi’s lips part again. The words spill from his mouth in a ragged, strangled whisper, breaking on the last syllable as he enters you again.

“I love you.”

Your breath catches in your throat. Your heart thunders loudly in your chest, and you feel like you’re soaring. He enters you again, pulls out, enters you again. You wrap your legs around his waist, wanting him closer, deeper.

You open your mouth to reply – to tell him the obvious, to tell him what you’ve probably known for much longer than just tonight, but Levi stops you by pressing his lips against yours. “Don’t say it,” he whispers. “Don’t say it back just because I said it. Not– not now.”

Your eyes soften, fingers never ceasing to caress his face, his shoulders, his arms, his back. “Okay, Levi. I– I won’t say it.”

“Go–good,” he pants before removing his lips from yours, trailing them over your face, down your throat and neck. “I love you,” he repeats. “Fuck, I love you.”

Your insides flutter around him as he bottoms out with every declaration spilling from his lips.

“I love you,” he whispers, still moving in that slow, tender rhythm. “Let go for me. Please.”

excerpt from chapter 45 of call my name on ao3:))

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CHEATER EREN + Eren being a fucking cheater.

CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, smut, mature language, explicit adult content, general submissive/dominant behavior, cheating, creampie, seduction, mentioned teacher/student, lying, semi-public, toxicity, pain kink, blood play?

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pls do not romanticize this kind of behavior!

part two >>>

Cheater! Eren who’s girlfriend is always hanging off his arm, annoying the hell out of him. She’s clingy af but that’s not his only problem with her. She’s so toxic – don’t get him wrong, he is too – but he wants a sweet girl for once… kind of like you.

Cheater! Eren who usually looks over you in class. You guys have a few lectures in common. You’re always paying all of your attention to each word your professor says – like a puppy. He notices shortly after that you do that with him every day.

Cheater! Eren that ignores his girlfriend’s texts asking him if he’s going to take her to a party that night. He can’t even be bothered to make an excuse up to get her off his back, just leaves the messages on read. He watches her spam his dms all night, laughing on the inside.

Cheater! Eren who walks through the door of the house party and immediately begins scanning the walls of bodies for you. You’re probably there with one of your friends. Your clique isn’t too shy to make an appearance at these things.

Cheater! Eren who almost gives up and leaves, mentally scripting a fake apology to his girlfriend for ignoring her all night. He reaches for the doorknob of the front door when it suddenly twists before he can touch it. You walk through, excusing yourself and smiling as you connect with your friends.

Cheater! Eren who doesn’t dare touch that doorknob again and throws his phony apology out the window. He watches you as you sip your drink and hang out with your friends. He gives you knowing looks all night, until he’s impossible for you to ignore.

Cheater! Eren who smiles to himself as you give him your eyes and head upstairs, sparing one more look. He drops his cup as he follows you into whoever’s bedroom you’ve found yourselves in.

Cheater! Eren who finds you incredibly cute when you try to play tough and ask him why the fuck he’s staring at you like you’re a meal. He almost dies laughing. “Definitely staring at you like you’re a snack.” He jokes.

Cheater! Eren who doesn’t deny that he’s got a girlfriend when you ask him why he’s flirting with you instead of her. He’s honest as fuck and it’s so blatant of him. That toxicity draws you in.

Cheater! Eren who only needs five minutes to get you naked and into the stranger’s bed, panting beneath him and whining like a virgin. He almost cums in his pants when he considers that you may really be a virgin. He never sees you look at anyone other than your favorite professor. “You wanna fuck our teacher, don’t you?” He teases.

Cheater! Eren laughs at you when you deny something so obvious. He assures you that that’s probably never going to happen. “But I can fuck you better than that old man could.”

Cheater! Eren who fucks you slow and deep, eyes trained on the cute faces you make as he hits that sensitive spot inside of you. He jams his tip into that spot and doesn’t let it go when he finally finds it. You squeeze around him as you ride the most intense waves of pleasure. You’d always heard how good he was, usually from his bimbo girlfriend bragging about how she’s got him wrapped around her finger, but it’s so satisfying knowing for yourself.

Cheater! Eren who puts his hand over your glossed lips when you start getting too loud. “Bite my hand if you have to.” He grits his teeth as he uses his free hand to hold your hip steady, your legs wrapping around his waist to afford him a deeper angle.

Cheater! Eren who realizes that he may have a pain kink when you take him up on the offer to bite his hand so that you can stifle your slutty moans. Your teeth sink into the flesh near his thumb and, without trying, you draw a bit of blood.

Cheater! Eren who doesn’t hesitate to cum inside of you, spraying his cum directly into your uterus. He pulls out slowly, a white ring around the base of his cock. “I don’t even cum in my girlfriend, you know.” He smirks. You don’t reply, thoughts going a mile a minute. You’ve never cum so hard on your life and he can tell.

Cheater! Eren can’t tell if you feel guilty because he just used you to cheat on his girlfriend but also doesn’t care. He pulls his phone out and texts his girlfriend. Sorry babe my phone died when I opened your messages :( I’ll meet you out front. He gives you one last look and silently promises that this will happen again.