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synopsis. the nudist beach is sooooo intriguing. that man is also very intriguing.
pairing. stranger! rafayel qi x reader
content/mdni. fem!reader, strangers!au, pervy!reader, dom!rafayel, needy!reader, condescending!rafayel, slightly manipulative!rafayel, pervy!rafayel, mention of public masturbating (f receiving), begging (m receiving), allusion to cunnilingus, slight hair pulling, EXHIBITIONISM, PUBLIC BLOWJOB + deepthroat + facefucking, allusions to sex, throat bulge, teasing, praise, degradation, pet names (cutie, slut, naughty girl, little voyeur, good girl), some tit play, HAPPY TRAIL RAF, dacryphillia, finger sucking, groping.
word count. 2.3k
a/n. LISTENNNN, i feel like raf would love nudist beaches… and exhibitionism… this kinda sucks but i had to post something cause this blog is dying lowkey 💀💀
the summer sun blazed overhead as you paraded along the shoreline, your new summer bikini damp from your recent water dip. your friends, still enamored by the sea, laughed and splashed in the gentle waves. but your attention was long diverted, drifting towards the rocky barrier that separated your resort’s beach from the notorious nudist section.
you told yourself it was just curiosity.
the natural fence of weather-worn rocks and lush vegetation created a provocative veil of secrecy. through gaps in the foliage, you caught glimpses of tanned bodies moving freely, no longer tangled in synthetic pieces of swimwear.
curiosity and… excitement.
“going for a walk!” you called to your friends, but they were too engrossed in their volleyball game to hear your words.
without a second thought, your feet carried you along the waterline until you reached the edge of the rocky barrier. a narrow path wound between two large boulders, partially hidden by overhanging palm branches. your heart hammered against your ribs as you slipped through, emerging on the other side shortly after.
the nudist beach was smaller than your resort’s stretch of sand, more intimate, with clusters of bare sunbathers scattered along the shore. most paid you no mind — just another lost tourist, they probably assumed.
but one man noticed you.
he lay on a striped towel close to the rocky parting, propped up on his elbows, a lazy smile playing on his rosy lips. his purple hair caught the sunlight like a fresh iris, and his dual-coloured eyes gleamed with mischief as they traveled the length of your clothed body. he was beautiful, ethereal in a way only mythical sirens were —sharp cheekbones, a jaw that could cut glass, and a lean yet elegant physique that spoke of someone who spent considerable time caring for his body.
your gaze traveled downwards despite your best restraints, following the scarce happy trail… and your mouth went dry.
even soft, what was between his thighs was impressive — a thick cock nestled in a drizzle of fine, purple hairs, heavy and undeniable against his muscular thigh. the sight of it, together with a faint twitch, sent a bolt of scorching heat straight to your cunt, and you felt your bikini bottoms grow damp from something that wasn’t sea water.
he beckoned you to step closer, to venture deeper into the nudist beach… away from the crowded shoreline and closer to his more reclusive patch of sand.
“well, well, well.” he called out when you were finally close enough, his voice a smooth, melodic tune that lulled you in. “what do we have here? a little voyeur who lost her way?”
you should have turned around at that accusation. should have apologized for your disrespect and retreated to the safety of your friends, your resort and your boring, clothed existence.
instead, you took a step closer, swiping your tongue over your dry lips to speak up.
“i… was just curious.” you managed, hating how breathless you sounded under his powerful, unmoving gaze.
“curious.” he repeated, extending both arms and pushing upwards, sitting up fully. the movement made his cock shift against his thigh, and you watched it, transfixed. “curious about what, exactly? about how it feels to be free of garments? or about how it feels to be watched?”
he rose to his feet with fluid grace, completely comfortable in his nakedness. the breeze caught his hair, and he ran a hand through it casually, his body movements open and unrestricted.
he was on display for everyone.
and, especially, on display for you.
“i’m rafayel... and i think you’re a very naughty girl, wandering over here when you know you shouldn’t.”
he took a step closer, and then another, his soft cock rocking along his trotting legs, walking towards you until you could smell the salt of the sea and the aromatics of the shining sun rays on his skin.
your flesh tingled with awareness, goosebumps almost blooming all over.
“tell me.” he murmured, reaching out to trace the strap of your bikini top with one finger. bold, uncaring, as if he knew you wouldn’t push him away. “do you always stare at strangers’ cocks like that? or am i just special?”
“rafayel–”
“that’s right, cutie! i am honestly shocked you remembered my name… with you being soooo distracted.” he chuckled lightly, coating the insult in his sugary voice. “i like the way it sounds on your lips.” his hand trailed up your throat, following the curve of your neck and landing on your chin. slowly caressing your lower lip with his thumb.
“i saw you watching me from over there. saw you literally shiver when you looked at my cock. is that why you’re here?” he leaned in, face tilting downwards into your ear, whispering the key questions. “you wanted to touch it, didn’t you? wanted to put your mouth on a stranger’s dick.”
you should have protested. you should have been offended by rafayel’s assumptions, slapping his daring hand away and running back to your friends.
yet you nodded, thinking with your pussy instead of your brain, leaning into his hand and parting your lips. maintaining eye contact with him, you engulfed his thumb and sucked — drawing a beautiful moan from rafayel’s own hungry lips.
his groan was low and pleased. “such an honest little thing... i like that.” his other hand cupped the swell of your breast through the thin fabric of your swimwear, digit circling your nipple until it pebbled against the material. “i will be honest too– i can’t wait to see those beautiful tits properly.”
“h–here?” you stammered, glancing around, suddenly aware of the public setting that would be perceiving you. there were people scattered along the shoreline, and some were close enough to see you two messing around, if they looked thoroughly.
you will be exposed too and–
“don’t worry about them, cutie.” rafayel reassured, his voice dropping to a brooding, dangerous whisper, his words between comfort and threat. “they’re all too absorbed in their own pleasure to care about ours. but there is something... thrilling about the possibility, isn’t there?”
“ahh–”
you gasped and you could see him grinning wider at your reaction, sharp teeth peeking beautifully from beneath. “the possibility of someone looking over and seeing you slutted out for a stranger?”
“that’s…”
his hands slid away and up to your shoulders, applying gentle pressure and redirecting your posture. “you want it, no? on your knees, then. show me how much you crave my cock.”
with that gentle push, you dropped to your knees in the warm sand, looking up at him with your doe eyes and flushed cheeks. from this angle, his cock was even more imposing — heavy yet still soft against his balls, the head partially visible beneath the foreskin. your mouth watered at the thought of tasting him, of feeling him grow hard on your tongue.
particularly now, in public.
“go on.” he encouraged, his voice soft but commanding. “see if it was worth sneaking in here.”
you leaned forward, your hands finding his strong thighs for balance. the skin was warm from the sun, the muscle firm beneath your palms. you pressed a tentative kiss to the inside of his thigh first, and he let out a small, pleased sound.
“such a good girl.” he praised. “and so needy, too. how long have you wanted this, hm? since you first stepped onto the nudist beach?”
you hummed in approval, your mouth already hovering near his cock, lips wet and warm with excitement. the scent of him filled your senses — the salt, his sun-kissed skin, the faint musk of arousal, all mingled together in a mesmerizing aroma.
“use your words.” he prompted, one hand threading through your hair, nails scraping at your scalp. “tell me what you want.”
“i want your cock in my mouth.” you answered, the words coming out breathless. “please.” and with that you nuzzled into his thigh, rubbing your cheek as you begged for rafayel to give into your desires.
or his desires.
“mhmm, polite too. i’m impressed.” his grip in your hair tightened just slightly, dragging you a tad closer to his cock. “go ahead then, make me feel good, pretty girl.”
you took him into your mouth without a second thought, encapsulating him between your lips and slurping it inside your warm mouth. he was impossibly soft against your tongue, but he grew harder as you sucked, his length filling your mouth as your tongue traced along the sides.
“nmph.”
the hard weight of him was exquisite, and you moaned around him, your own arousal spiking as it became more and more difficult to breath with him fully erect down your airpipe.
“look at you.” he murmured, his voice low and rough, affected by your eagerness to please. his chest rumbled with every swipe of your tongue, with every hollowing of your cheeks, groans and moans joining the wet noises of your mouth.
“sucking a stranger’s cock like it’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted. so eager. so desperate.”
his hand left your hair to work at the knot of your bikini top behind your neck. the strings gave way easily under his dexterous fingers, and the fabric fell away, baring your breasts to the warm sea air and the possibility of any wandering eyes.
“there we go.” he breathed, his fingers finding your naked nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, giving it the treatment it deserved since the beginning. “stunning. i knew they’d be perfect.”
you moaned around his cock, throat constricting tighter around it with each pinch and tumble of your nipples. the heaviness of rafayel on your tongue, together with his nimble digits toying with your tits created an overwhelming flash of pleasure. and fuck, if it wasn’t exactly what you were chasing — the thrill of a summer adventure.
“ngh– ra–f–el.”
he was painfully hard now, straining against your tongue, blocking it from full articulation, and you could feel the pulse of his boiling blood through the sensitive flesh.
ringing alongside your own throbbing clit.
“fuck, you’re divine.” he purred, his voice dark with pleasure, eyes condescendingly admiring your knelt form. “naked on a nudist beach, sucking a stranger’s cock, and hoping someone sees you… aren’t you? you want them to see what a slut you are.”
his words should have offended you. but instead, they created electrifying sparks all over your skin, and you moaned in agreement around his bullying cock.
“haha–” he laughed, a sound wicked yet delighted, so very pleased by your servitude and neediness. “knew it. you’re a naughty one, aren’t you? parading around in that tiny bikini, pretending you don’t want to be naked. but you do.”
“ugh– ye–shit–”
“you want them all to see what i’m doing to you.”
his hips began to move, a restless, unmeasured thrusting that pressed his cock deeper down your throat. his hand flew back into your hair, grasping at the roots and making you mold after his needs, letting him take what he wanted.
“that’s it.” he tutted, satisfied by the way your lips gaped around his cock, loving how your saliva and his precum was frothing at your mouth. “you take it so well, pretty. like you were made for this. made to be on your knees for a stranger who truly appreciates you.”
the hand on your breast squeezed harder, and your nipple ached sweetly beneath it. he pinched it tighter, and you gasped around his cock, squeezing your cheeks and creating a harsher suction around him.
“you like that?” he asked, pinching again, making your thighs quiver in the sand from the pleasure. “you like when i play with your pretty tits while you suck me off? tell me, cutie.”
you nodded frantically, unable to speak with your mouth full of cock. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he pushed deeper, your throat working wonders around him as your nose hit his happy trail.
“such a slut.” he muttered between moans, his voice strained now with his own pleasure. “so beautiful, on your knees in the sand, taking every inch i give you. i’m going to cum down your throat, cutie, and you’re going to swallow every drop like the good girl you are.”
“ra’af– ngh–”
“we wouldn’t want to litter at the beach, would we?”
the sensation built between your legs, your thighs clenching together as you sucked him harder, bobbing your head in tandem with his own thrusts. the rough texture of his fingers on your nipples, the saltiness of him on your tongue, the openness of it all — the potential for anyone to see you like this — it was all too much.
your dominant hand abandoned its spot on his thigh and travelled into your bikini bottoms.
“s–shit, you’re touching yourself, aren’t you?” he laughed breathlessly, head lolling back from how hot you were. “just from sucking my cock? what a perfect little thing you are.”
his hips thrusted forward one last time, and, with a shudder, he spilled load after load, hot and thick, down your bruised throat. the feeling of his thick, creamy cum sent you over the edge, your body quivering to orgasm, your ecstatic moans muffled around his spent cock.
he held you glued to his navel for a moment more, his hand gentle in your hair, before sliding out with a wet pop. with disheveled hair, stained lips and glossy eyes, you looked up at him, following the way his sloppy cock exited your mouth.
you were sooo dazed with lust.
“not bad for a first meeting, cutie.” he breathed out, his smirk no longer smug, shaking from the amazing orgasm you gave him. “how about i return the favour? give that sopping wet pussy what it deserves?”
you nodded absentmindedly, your voice gone, your head now spinning with the promise of more pleasure. oh, to have this handsome stranger’s mouth on your cunt? or, even better, to feel his cock deep inside your guts, kissing your cer–
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Me being an absolute sucker for the 80s since I was a child 😭 I have high standards... And most of them consist of men jumping through windows and boomboxes...
summary | You and your boyfriend bet on who depends on more physical attention, so along with that bet, neither of you were allowed to touch the other. Unless you wanted to admit defeat. So, in the spirit of your little game, even Umbridge added a rule to help play along.
word count | 2.8k
yuna's voicemail | So this fic was in my drafts for more than a year and so the writing might sound weird or cringey because that was younger me hahaha. I wrote this after watching Order of the Pheonix for the first time. Don't come after me, i know it's horrible ahhhhh
The 4th year at Hogwarts had ended so abruptly, death eaters had invaded the Triwizard tournament, Cedric Diggory was almost murdered, and apparently you-know-who has returned, at least that was according to Professor Dumbledore and Harry Potter. Ever since the tournament, everything has been up in flames, but you convinced yourself that next year will be much better or at least hoped it would be. After all you were now the girlfriend of the infamous Mattheo Riddle, who decided to confess all of a sudden to you on the first day of 5th year.
OK, maybe not confess, more like an emotionally constipated mess that consisted of him calling you annoying for occupying his head 24/7 and how he liked you since 3rd year—because of that one time you punched Malfoy for calling Luna Lovegood a lunatic. You never knew violence could get the guy, but c’mon we are talking about Mattheo Riddle here, he isn’t a normal person. That goes without saying that you accepted his ‘heartfelt’ confession and begun a new era, dating Mattheo. Which leads us to this point, at the Astronomy Tower, you and your beloved boyfriend quarreling over who was the most dependent on physical touch, while him being very adamant on refusing the title of “Clingy Boyfriend.”
“Are you kidding me?” Mattheo said exasperatedly as he shakes his head chuckling, “Never have I begged for attention in my entire life! If I recall correctly, you were the one insistent on holding my hand everywhere.” You were annoyed at this point, “Never begged for attention my ass!! You interrupted my conversation with Neville just the other day!” “And all because he was what, ‘Breathing at me weirdly,’ what the hell does that even mean?!” you exclaimed while air quoting what he had said just a few days ago.
You honestly thought that Mattheo would have been more of a distant person when it came to dating, at least that is what you assumed when you watched him from the sidelines for 4 years. Oh, you could not have been more wrong, this boy is always within a few inches of you if he can help it, and his issues with being away for more than 5 minutes has been insane. If any other guy that was not him were to take up your time and attention, Mattheo would stare them down as if they had the guts to steal his most prized possession. You had no problem with this at first; on the contrary it was rather amusing. But it started to get annoying when he followed you everywhere, especially when you tried to sneak away to train defense spells with Harry and the others, which you’ve accepted you’d probably would not attend… at all… Love that for you.
Back to the present…
“What about that one time a first year gave me flowers, and you decided it was the perfect moment to snog me right then and there,” you said in an attempt to prove your case, but we all know how stubborn this man is, and no form of proof would work on him.
“I needed to show him that you’re mine. Can’t have other guys thinking you’re single,” he stated dismissively waving his hand back and forth as he adjusted himself against the wall.
You narrowed your eyes and stared at him as though he had grown a pair of heads.
“Mattheo… For the love of- He is 11! What the fuck do you mean?!” You yelled.
“Who am I kidding. I bet you wouldn’t even last a week without touching me,” you declared quite confidently as you crossed your arms. “Actually, scratch that, I’m not that cruel. You wouldn’t last a day.”
There stood Mattheo and his ego, glaring straight at you, pushing himself away from the wall as he strides towards you. “You have quite a mouth, love.” He approached you with only a few inches separating your personal bubble. “I’m up for the challenge,” he says with a lopsided grin, "of course, only on the condition that you admit that you can’t stand being away from me when I win,” he teased with a smile that sang soon-to-be-winner.
Scoffing and lightly shoving him away with one hand, “In your dreams, Riddle.” You turned away as a blush crept across your cheeks, making your way to leave the Astronomy tower.
“Prepare to lose, babe!” He exclaimed loudly from where he stood.
Walking to your common room, there was a couple of students muttering about a new rule. You couldn’t help but feel curios, so you interrupted the conversation, “Hey, what’s going on?” a young 1st year whom you’ve known to be typically quiet answered, “Professor Umbridge made another decree, we are no longer allowed to play music whilst studying.” She looked down fiddling with her sleeves, “it is not fair, I cannot focus without my songs,” she said devastatingly with a sigh.
“I don’t understand why the Ministry sent that old bag, she’s been controlling our lives since they appointed her headmistress,” your roommate standing to your left added quite dejectedly, “bet she’s going to ban the way we sleep next.”
“Y’know that doesn’t sound so bad, maybe then I wouldn’t have to tolerate your loud snoring,” you said with a smirk.
“Oh, sod off, what is it with you and the way I sleep! Honestly-“ she hmphed while crossing her arms, but then a thoughtful look grows on her face, “What if she bans romantic relationships?” she says, “the whole school would have to feel the wrath of Riddle, and that is not a future I’m looking forward to,” she adds scratching her cheek.
“It’s a possibility, I’m just glad she hasn’t enforced any rules that could isolate Mattheo, since with the whole situation and all…” you muttered in remembrance of you-know-who’s last appearance, “anyways, I’ll see you guys later, I need some rest. Matt’s been giving a bloody headache all morning…” you said with a mutter for the last part.
“You two have an intense study session up there or something?” your roommate said with a snicker and raising eyebrows, “Shut up!” you flipped her off . The 1st year stood confused with her head tilted, “how could studying be so intense, and why revise in the astronomy tower? The wind will blow the papers right of the platform, wouldn’t the library be a wiser choice?” she asks in confusion as to why anyone would think to study in such an unconventional area.
Your roommate stared right at her with a blank face, and thought to herself ‘God dammnit, I’m left with a pipsqueak!’ “Why is it desirable to study in the tower,” the child asked once more.
“Because it makes it easier to do multiplication, now get yer ass outta here before my brain combusts,” she answered hurriedly with an annoyed tone and swats her hand towards the door.
The young 1st year retreats to her dorm with a thoughtful expression, ‘The astronomy tower will enhance our ability to perform multiplication? That is immensely helpful magic, Hogwarts is certainly amazing!’
Within the chambers of your dorm house, you laid across your bed with arms sprayed on both sides. Thinking back to your conversation with your lover, the way he smirked like he won your little game, the way he whispered into your ear, the heat of his gaze, the way he-
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” you yelled to yourself as you rolled back and forth across your bed, your cheeks flaring up in a bright pink that resembled peaches. That night you tried not to think about him at all, for the sake of winning this challenge between the two of you. Did you fail, oh yes. Yes, you did. Barely lasted 5 minutes before you started to dream of him by your side. At least you felt calm in your sleep, just until you could see the real him again in the morning.
The sound of obnoxious clapping had woken you from your daydream, you shook your head regaining focus. You had almost forgotten that you were in DADA class, students aligned in their seats, with a look of boredom and dissatisfaction plaguing their faces. A student behind you sighed and whispered to his desk mate, “what’s the point of defense against dark arts, if we won’t even practice the spells.” His desk mate replied, “we’ll just have to bore them to death with the book index,” he snickered.
You smiled about yourself at their conversation, “Speaking without permission is prohibited in class!” Professor Umbridge spat, “Another act like that and you will be sent to detention,” she adds with an eerie smile across her face. The duo sat straight feeling intimidated and apologized, you were sick of how Hogwarts has changed ever since her arrival, it created a pit of needles in your stomach just watching the wretched woman talk.
As you thought to yourself, you felt a hand move atop your thigh as the feeling of a calloused thumb graze across your skin. You look up from your page and see Mattheo with his head leaning in his hand with a disinterested look on his face. He yawns for a moment and gazes to the side, making eye contact with you. He raised an eyebrow with a wolfish grin, the look on his face told you that he was planning to tease you throughout class. You whispered in a very hushed tone, “Focus Mattheo, otherwise you’ll fail the exams,” he stared back unimpressed, “Princess, be serious with me, you’re not actually learning anything from this shit-show,” he replied quietly with his head turned to your ear.
You peeled his hand off your thigh and set it on his lap, “Hands to yourself, Riddle. Unless you want to admit defeat,” you whispered back with your eyelashes waving at him. He grumbled some incoherent words—something about a stupid bet and stubborn girlfriends— as he crossed his arms over the desk and pretended to focus on whatever Professor Umbridge decided to blab about this time.
You weren’t entirely happy with this bet, you enjoyed the physical attention Mattheo gave you, though you were too stubborn to admit it now, and he wasn’t any different. In the hopes of your boyfriend giving up soon, you push on through the day despite the painful absence of his touch.
The time for lunch had finally arrived, hungry students crowding the entrance of the Great Hall. You decided to sit beside Luna that day, due to not fully trusting yourself that you wouldn’t lay a finger on Mattheo. Luna had brought up another discussion of nargles and their love for jellies, you hadn’t been completely focused as your gaze was owned by Mattheo as he lightly shoves the food in his plate. It seemed that Draco was trying to gain his attention on a subject, but Mattheo’s gaze remained downwards with an expression that read bored and uninterested in anything that wasn’t the poor tatters of meat on his plate.
“Are you listening?” Luna asked.
“Huh? Oh, sorry Luna. Guess I lost focus there,” you muttered an apology as you tried to remember whatever Luna had last mentioned about the Nargles.
“It is quite alright. It must be Wrackspurts fogging your mind again, you should get them cleaned,” she said dreamily.
You blinked in slight confusion but chuckled at the thought of what these creatures would like, “I certainly hope there aren’t any Wrackspurts,” you said as you continued with your meal.
“Did you know that Wrackspurts invade the minds of the lovesick,” she said matter-a-fact.
“Is that right? Well,” taking a sip of pumpkin juice before continuing, ”I can assure you, Luna, I am not lovesick,” you said while flattening the fabric on your lap.
“Very well, but if you wish to check for Wrackspurts, you can visit my dorm for a proper cleaning,” she offered, standing from her spot.
You stood from your seat at the table and intertwined your arm with Luna. As you made your way to leave the Great Hall you took one more glance at Mattheo, that was when you saw him stare piercingly, eyes following your every movement since you left from your spot. Before you avoided his gaze, you decided to stick your tongue out at him in a petty attempt to annoy him, then leave the hall.
He groans and lies his head on edge of the table; Theodore takes notice in his friend’s misery. “What’s up with you?” He asked in an uninterested tone as he ate his meal.
“None of your damn business, Nott,” Mattheo says in a begrudged tone.
“Bet it has to do with your little girlfriend. I haven’t seen you snog her once this morning.” Draco adds smugly.
“What part of ‘none of your business’ did you lot not understand?” he says annoyed, lifting his head from the table. Mattheo retreated from the table, not taking another second with a group that would find enjoyment in his touch-less tragedy.
The rest of your day went on as expected, class after class, revising in the library, and ending the day off with dinner in the Great Hall. To you displeasure, Mattheo was nowhere to be seen, not with his buddies on the Slytherin’s table nor anywhere near you. It might have just been his way to deal with this entire bet; his annoyance from the lack of you was quite painstakingly obvious, which sent a wave of pride through your heart, only you could have such a hold over Mattheo Riddle.
But to think no more of him, you ate away at your mashers and chicken before heading back to the dorms for rest. Though, you weren’t prepared for what was to be enacted in the morning.
Ruckus and overlapping mutters were what drew you in as the new morning came, another day, another will to live as they say. Well, maybe not for Mattheo anymore. The striking newly created decree on the wall was hung up just to bother Riddle’s existence.
Boys & girls are not permitted to be within six inches of each another.
The big full-stop at the end punctuated that there was certainly no room for discussion on this new rule. Not when Umbridge was here. So, how did Mattheo handle all this, you might ask?
“Fuck my life…” Banging his head against the desk, Draco beside him looking rather unimpressed at how a simple rule could get Mattheo so dejected. It wasn’t very in touch with who he was to let a stupid decree by a lady in clashing pink, but Matt had tried so many times to even lightly caress you, and for every single time, somehow Umbridge was there with a wand in hand ready to sting his touch away.
He hated it. Despised it. And was ready to go to war with that woman if it meant he could hold you again. Mattheo figured Umbridge was targeting him in some way, ever since she started her days at Hogwarts, she had kept Riddle under her radar. In class, during lunch, and even checking the attendance of Gryffindors and Slytherins every night. It was utterly suffocating and he could no longer take another second with her in office.
Therefore, the only possible way for your sneaky lover to ever meet his darling Juliet, he would need to sneak out during unholy hours. Could you believe he’d do something like that? Why yes. Though once you find out about this entire plan, you would feel bad for Theodore and Lorenzo for duping the teachers.
It was one past midnight when you received an owl at your door, a little paper that read ‘meet me at the tower.’ Only Mattheo would dare to break you out of the dorms at this time, you thought to yourself. As he wished, you escaped to the tallest tower in Hogwarts, and as expected a shadow of a lover greeted you. This would have been the best time to rub his little game like salt in his wounds, teasing him about how a rule that practically banned him from touching you must have been absolute hell. You couldn’t wait to hear his defiant excuses. I mean, that was what you imagined would happen.
Before long, Mattheo met you in the center of the tower before you could reach him. Treading towards you in long steps until untimely claiming your lips in a burning seal. His hands wandered without destination on your body, clenching to your beautiful self like it had been months if not years since he last caressed your figure. His bold greeting took an extra few seconds for you to render, by then you joined and played back with your tongue against his. Nothing else could matter more than your being in Mattheo’s grasp. Tonight was a mark to Riddle’s pride; he was not made for days without your warmth and touch. He craved it like a moth to a flame, and he would rather burn than to be void of it for any longer.
For once in his life, he just might help Potter out to drive that pink hag away.
Found some super old drafts and you know what imma just post them- I'll lightly edit it, but then I will post and hide away because the amount of cringe my year younger self served was horrendous.
