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Mattheo Riddle x FTM! Reader

warnings: piss, smut, reader hasn’t transitioned yet

Mattheo smirks, watching as you squirm in his lap, the need to pee becoming more and more urgent. "Oh, you need to pee, don't you?"

You nod, biting your lip. "Please, Mattheo. I need to go. I'll be quick."

He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. "Nope. You're not going anywhere. I want you right here. We’re not done cuddling."

You don't argue. Mattheo's thumb presses against your lower stomach, adding to the pressure building in your bladder. You whimper, your hips bucking against his hand.

A few moments later, you can't hold it any longer. The warm liquid spills out, soaking through your jeans and onto Mattheo's sweats. Tears prick at your eyes as you bury your face back into his neck, embarrassed.

Mattheo chuckles, rubbing your back in a mocking comforting motion. "Look at you, wetting yourself like a child. You should've listened to me when I told you not to drink so much. Now, you've made a mess."

He pulls you off his lap, forcing you to stand. "Strip. Now."

You do as you're told, standing naked in front of him. Mattheo's eyes roam over your naked form.

"Get up on the desk," he orders, pointing to the table in the corner. You climb up, spreading your legs wide, and Mattheo drops to his knees in front of you.

You gasp as his tongue flicks against your clit, the taste of your own arousal and piss mingling on his tongue. Your hips buck, desperate for release.

Mattheo grins, lapping at your folds, his fingers teasing at your entrance. "Such a naughty boy, wetting yourself like that. But I'll clean you up, make you feel good.”

His tongue dives deeper, flicking against your sensitive spot. You moan, your body arching off the desk. "Fuck, Mattheo," you whimper, your fingers clenching into the edges of the table.

He hums against your flesh, his fingers sliding inside you. "That's it, ride my tongue.”

And with those words, you do. Your orgasm crashes over you, your body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes through you.

"Good boy," he praises. "Now, how about we go shower?”

shout out to @nottsangel for her piss kink fics because thats what made me write this one 😔

Mattheo Riddle

Smut:

Mattheo Riddle x FTM! Reader- tw: piss

Angst:

Fluff:

inspired by a gif i saw

you and mattheo have both of your mouths on theodore’s cock at the moment. you’re both aiming to make him cum while he sits back and relaxes, lazily watching as you two pleasure him. “mmm, you two are doing so well. so pretty. my favorite boys.”

when he cums, you and mattheo don’t move from the position you’re in, however you two kiss, mattheo’s tongue slipping into your mouth.

and theo? he’s smirking, watching as his two favorite people, his sweet boys make out above his softening cock.

and then he starts to piss. he aims his dick so that the piss splashes onto yours and mattheo’s face, piss getting into your mouths. the two of you keep kissing

theo just groans as relief washes through him. and of course, at the sight of his boyfriends <3.

💀💀 genuinely idk how to finish this so pretend its finished

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader ( 1k )

Enemies with benefits, get's smutty later.

It's a misty memory, like swirl of silvery glow when you first saw Mattheo, he was nervous and perhaps that was the first and last time you saw him like that, his shy eyes, his nervous steps, his lips perched in a thin line. He was like any other eleven year old, but then something changed the very next moment.

‘ Slytherin ’ the hat roared, barely even brushing his hair and his lazy mouth curved in a smirk that was forever plastered on his face. His jaw hardened, eyes sharpened, brows arched, everything almost changed except the dark glint of that night and the smile that you had engraved forever in your memory.

People chose soulmates, picked lovers but that night, Mattheo Riddle decided one thing, he's going to hate you so much. You were unaware of his intentions until the next day you found a dead spider in your rucksack. If there were any doubt left, then it became crystal clear when he dropped mandrakes crushed roots in your cauldron, eyes locked with you and by the time you could react, the cauldron bursted into thousand orbs.

All grey became white and black when you spent a month worth in detention with sadist Professor Snape, who made you clean every cauldron with bare hand, made you stock all those sticky vile ingredients in glassy jars.

“ Having fun y/n ? ” Mattheo snarled, Draco on his shoulder and Pancy chewing a gum while she checked you out lazily.

You said nothing, you had no energy to, sweat trickled down your forehead, feeling your hands dirty and uniform ragged, you turned away, hurrying to your dorm.

You decided one thing that night, you were going to hate Mattheo Riddle so much.

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The potency of Professor's words didn't quite leave you when you stumbled dreamily in the room of requirments, eyes red with insomnia and stomach lurching with only coffee contents you had the luxury of.

“ You look like shit.” Mattheo didn't look up form his textbook, her hands scripting away the ancient text like it was a David Bowie song.

“ Thankyou.” you said, sitting down and opening the potion essay you were due on, Snape was going to kill you.

“ wait—” you jerked you head at his direction, within seconds you shot a hex, flying at him.

He was quick too, like waiting to be noticed by you, ducking the hex away with a swish of his wand.

“ Good morning to you too.” he joked, you were in no mood for jokes. After what his friends and ofcourse him too, did to Hannah.

“ Fuck off. ” you shot another and another, feeling anger boil inside you. He's so selfish, he's so bratty, he's so blemished, he's so—

“ Stupe—”

“ Expelliarmus! ’’ you screamed, beating him and his wand aflew away, a small sound followed with your breath leveling.

It was victory, you had won at last, but then your eyes met with him, he was staring too hard, not blinking, as he was too still, like he was made up of marble.

The stillness broke when he took a step, you blinked and when you opened your eyes again, all the world dropped dead.

Your back hit the wall with thud, your bones crackling with ache, like swindling out of reality, his arms pinning your shoulder back, breath warm on your skin, tingling.

“ wha—”

“ Shhh.” and you were quiet, it was hard not to, his mouth was too close, he was so close and then he looked up, that glint still there, that smile too— before his lips crashed with yours, setting fireworks off.

You have kissed, you knew how it felt, but this wasn't just kiss, it was shearing, it was breaking, it was trembling and all that gone, it was burning, twisting and coiling like snake inside you, this kiss was the one you could fall asleep and wake up to, painful, sinful, sweet and spicy, it was everything at once.

But that's not excuse, you kissed him back, as hungrily as he kissed you, you were pathetic, he kissed you and you what ?! Just gave in !

“ you...you..” you fumbled between words, lip trembling and you dared not look him in the eyes.

“ No.” Mattheo said, he shaked his hand, groaning inside but then his thumb came up, pressing at the corner of your mouth.

And oh, you felt your insides tighten at the sensation, you hated him, you hated yourself.

“ No ? ” you words came shaky and dazed but you didn't care, was it just a dream ? Did you ever thought about kissing Mattheo ? Was it always there in your subconscious mind ? He bullied you all your life and—

All thoughts melted when his mouth connected with yours again, it was better than the last time, like his mouth knew yours all his life. While the first one was like there's no time, this is it, like storm, this was slow and sweet, like pouring rain, like there were lifetimes waiting for you and him.

And then you found yourself fighting his tongue, his hands were hesitant, resting at the either sides of your face, you had yours thrown up, pressed on the wall, knuckles scrapping against the wood.

And Mattheo was loud, who could have tell that for a boy who walked like feather, all graceful swagger and hard jaw. Merlin, he kissed so good. His body was sending heat waves, like a furnace, his warmth radiated inside your body and each sound that he made low in his chest was enough to release the tension building inside you.

He pulled away, breathing hard but that wasn't the hardest thing about him. You tore your gaze away from his trousers, tenting at his middle, his desire in proof.

“ I...” He sighed, covering his face, flushed and red and that would the second time you saw Mattheo like that.

“ Come here tommorow, same time.” he said, not bothering to look back at you, stumbling footsteps that echoed after him, shy eyes and swollen beaming lips, having a smear of your lip gloss.

Everything was grey, again.

ngl i’d lose my mind for some bottom mattheo x male reader content, there isn’t enough 🤧

(is there any at all just asking for a friend)

• smut • “best friends”, my ass (and your ass too, while we’re at it) — best friend! submissive! bottom! mattheo riddle x AMAB! soft top! reader

stuck in the hospital for the foreseeable future, so have some more shitty fanfic, my lil gayass weirdos

i’m also really fuckin high on pain meds rn so this is undoubtedly gonna be the most shameless fuckin smut i’ve ever written yw ig

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“Would you fuck me?”

Your head shot up to stare at Mattheo with comically wide eyes as he burst into your dorm room and shut the door behind him.

You managed to splutter out a very caught-off-guard, “I- what?”

“Would you fuck me, Y/n? Pretty please, with a condom on top?”

You just stared at him, mouth agape in shock. Finally finding your voice after a painfully long moment, you asked, “Are you high?”

Mattheo rolled his eyes. “Entirely sober, I assure you.”

“Then- then why are you…?”

He sighed dramatically and trudged over to your bed, falling face down onto it. “Please?”

“That’s not really a reason, Riddle.”

“Fine! Fine. I want to lose my bottom virginity, alright?”

“I swear to Merlin-” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Why me? You can literally just breathe and have people throw themselves at you. So why me?”

“Well…I want to- I wanna try being, like…submissive,” he mumbled, obviously embarrassed. “An’- an’ I trust you t’ take care of me ‘n be gentle an’ shit.”

“Damn, alright. Yeah…” you trailed off. “Shit, I mean, I’m flattered, really. Uh, yeah- yeah, I’ll do it.”

He visibly perked up. “Wait- really? You’d really do that for me?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “What else’re friends for?”

“Oh, so we’re still on the whole ‘best friends’ bullshit, huh?” He snickered.

“I’m already regretting this,” you sighed, actively choosing to ignore what he said. “This is a terrible idea.”

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“This was a brilliant fuckin’ idea,” you gasped as you sank into him, moaning at the sensation. He was so tight and warm around you that you had to pause for a second just to catch your breath.

Mattheo whimpered underneath you, his face screwed up in mild discomfort. You gently stroked his side, pressing tiny kisses to his cheeks and murmuring, “Oh- you’re doing so good, sweetheart. So, so good. Y’feel amazing.”

Mattheo whimpered again, his fingers tightening their grip on your shoulders.

You let out a shaky breath, trying not to lose your composure. “Baby- baby, please- can I move?”

“Gimme- g-gimme a sec?” He whispered, his voice wavering.

“O-of course, honey,” you murmur back, trying to stay as still as possible for his sake. “Take as long as you need.”

After a moment of listening to his shaky breaths slowly even out, you eventually heard a softly whispered, “Okay, you can move.”

At his permission, you slowly started to move in and out. You groaned into his neck. “Merlin- you feel incredible, baby.”

Mattheo gasped when you hit a certain spot with a particularly hard thrust. “Fuck! There- do that again!”

You complied with his request, increasing the strength behind each movement until Mattheo was a whimpering, moaning mess beneath you. He cried out your name as he quickly came, his fingers scrabbling for hold on your shoulders and his nails digging into the skin.

You moaned loudly as he tightened around you, your stomach flip-flopping at the intensity of the sensation. You made a move to pull out, but Mattheo quickly tightened his shaking legs around your hips, tugging you back in.

“Please, no,” he begged. “Need- need- please!”

“Shh,” you shushed him, running a gentle hand up his stomach and chest. “Take a breath, honey. Tell me what you need.”

“Need-” His cheeks flushed and he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment. “Need y’to keep going.”

You grinned, the tips of your ears going red.

You gripped his hips, resuming your original pace. Mattheo’s eyes practically rolled back in his skull as his jaw dropped from the overstimulation.

You grunted, speeding up to chase your high. You came with a low moan of his name, your orgasm hitting you out of nowhere like the goddamn Hogwarts Express.

Your arms shook and gave out as you collapsed on top of him. You panted heavily before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and pulling out; rolling off of him and onto your back as you tried in vain to catch your breath.

He grinned and curled into your side, his slow and steady breaths warm against the crook of your neck. You both sat in a comfortable silence for a long moment before Mattheo interrupted it.

“So…best friends, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Why don’t you make me?”

All Your Firsts

Fandom: Harry Potter (Golden Era)

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Malfoy! Best friend's brother! Hufflepuff! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings: nsft, choking, rushed beginning, sucking on fingers, ooc bc im a sucker for softboys i'm negl, boys whimpering, hickies, pet names ("doll", "sweetheart", "darling", "baby"), coarse language

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: brand new. tbh guys i think im hyperfixating on harry potter right now. i think im gonna have a movie night tonight :P i might have it on Discord if anyone wants to join

A/N 2: This is literally my first ever nsfw writing, please lmk your thoughts! This is based off of a c.ai I had with a Mattheo Riddle bot LMAO

This is the c.ai btw

Your voice came out quietly as you approached the group. “Draco?” You asked, gaining your older brother’s attention. He hummed to his friends, glancing back at you.

“What?”

“Can I borrow your owl?”

Draco frowned, “What? Why? Who are you sending letters to?”

You flushed, hiding in your robes more. “I- uh, just someone?”

He stared at you suspiciously. His friends snickered, eyeing you and your brother. Your eyes trailed to his friends, eyeing one in particular. His own eyes were settled on the boy to his left (you think it was Lorenzo, but you weren’t sure; Mattheo was the only one of Draco’s friends you really knew) as he laughed. You loved to watch the way Mattheo’s eyes sparkled as he laughed. He caught your gaze and winked, causing your face to flush.

“Earth to Y/N?” Draco hissed, smacking your shoulder lightly. You snapped out of your gaze. “I don’t care. Just be careful. And make sure he gets fed when he gets back to you in the morning.” You nodded.

“‘Course. Thanks.” You said quickly before hurrying towards your next class, eyeing Mattheo as you rushed by. Your plan was perfect (you hoped at least). With your friends by your side, cheering you on, you wrote the letter to Mattheo. It was a short letter, simply telling him that you liked him. You told him that if he returned your feelings, he should come to the Astronomy Tower once Draco fell asleep.

That night, you waited beneath the stars. You paced impatiently. Was he going to show up? Maybe he didn’t even like boys! Maybe you read the entire situation wrong. He seemed like he liked boys, but maybe your gaydar was wrong? Your mind rushed a mile a minute, debating every little thing. Every noise you heard had you overthinking.

A cough interrupted you. You spun around to see Mattheo standing there with a smirk. One of his brows perched up when he saw you. “Heard you wanted to see me?” He stepped closer, coming close enough where your crossed arms touched his chest. “I read your note. Cute.”

Your face felt hot as you curled into your robes, “Y-Yeah? And your response?”

He rolled his eyes, grinning. He spread his arms out, spinning in place. “Well, I’m here, aren’t I? You said if I liked you back to show up.”

Your eyes widened, “Wh-What? You actually like me?”

Mattheo nodded, “Yeah. Surprise for me too, don’t worry.” His grin turned teasing. “I mean, I can just go if you prefer, sweetheart.”

“No!” You found yourself shouting before realizing it. You bent your head in embarrassment, “Ah, I mean, no? Please, don’t go. I really like you.”

He stepped closer to you, grabbing your hips and pulling you in. “You do? I didn’t think you did. I thought that letter was from your brother.” He rolled his eyes. You huffed, going to speak before he placed his index finger on your lips. “Shhh.” He whispered, pulling you close enough to touch his hips. You stared at him before eyeing the finger he placed on your lips. You breathed out gently before slowly reaching up and taking them in your mouth fully. Your tongue surrounded his fingers.

Mattheo’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before he groaned, “Shit, baby, keep that up and stuff might get heated.”

You popped the digits out of your mouth, “A-And if that’s what I’m planning? To get heated?”

He chuckled, “Damn, I didn’t realize you were so needy, sweetheart.” He reached over and tucked his hands under your robes, touching your bare skin. He pulled the material over your shoulders before working on your undershirt.

You whined softly, “Mattheo… wait.” You murmured. His hands stalled, rubbing circles on your hip. “This- It’ll be my first.”

“Oh? Guess I have to make it the best, then, darling.” He pulled your undershirt off, eying your chest with a smirk.

You hummed, “H-Here? You wanna do it here?” He raised an eyebrow. You glanced back, “I, uh, my dorm is empty. My roommates aren’t there tonight.”

He leaned back with a groan, “Oh, yeah, sure. Lead the way, darling.” You threw your shirt and robes on haphazardly and grabbed his hand, leading him to the dorms. He watched carefully when you entered the song to the Hufflepuff common rooms. He followed carefully when you climbed the stairs until you unlocked your dorm room. Closing the door behind him, you led him directly to your bed. You sat down before pulling him closer, laying back so he was positioned over you.

“Damn, baby, I didn’t know you could be so controlling.” Mattheo murmured, his lips touching you for the first time, grazing the side of your neck. You whimpered slightly. “What do you want me to do to you? Give me your words, pretty boy.”

“I- I only know of one thing I’d like. I’ve never tried it but it sounds like something I’d like.” You said quietly. His lips paused for a moment on your neck, showing you that you had his attention. “Choke me?” He coughed out a laugh.

“This is your first time and your askin’ me to choke you? Damn.” You felt hot at his words, hiding in your hands. He chuckled softly, “No judgement from me, baby, I’ll choke you all night.” He leaned in, preparing to kiss you before pausing, seeing your conflicted face. “We don’t have to do anything, doll. We can just talk if you prefer.”

“I-It’s not that.” He could tell you were embarrassed. “I- This’ll be my first everything.” You explained. “First time, and first, uh, kiss.” You paused, taking a deep breath. “Will you take my first kiss, Mattheo?”

He paused, staring at you for a moment. His lips spread into a grin, “Of course. I’ll take all of your firsts if you allow me, doll.” His lips reached down slowly until they met yours softly. As the kiss continued, it became less soft and careful and more intense. Your hands clutched at his clothes, rubbing the front of his chest before slipping under the fabric and groaning when you felt his muscles.

Mattheo made a similar noise into your lips, pushing you on the bed completely before moving to fully lay on top of you, his arms and knees holding him above you. His head drooped from your lips, dropping to your neck to press open-mouthed kisses across the blank space.

Already, you felt out of breath. It was exhilarating. You were feeling things you had never felt before. You gasped slightly as Mattheo gave a small bite at your neck, licking the area afterward. You groaned, arching your back. He sat up after a moment of suckling and grinned at you.

“How’re you feeling, sweetheart?” You whimpered softly. “Yeah? That good, huh?” He pushed forward, setting his knee against your hard dick. You groaned at the contact. “What do you want me to do? Use your words, doll.”

You swallowed thickly, “I- oh, fuck. I don’t- What do you want to do, Mattheo?” 

“No, no, this is all about you today.” He replied, kissing your jawline.

Your brain was foggy. What did you want to do? What did people usually do during these things? But… before you wanted him to take your first time, you wanted to know. Was this real for him? Or was this a one-time hookup? You voiced your issue with him nervously, “B-Before we go ahead, Mattheo, I- I need you to tell me this isn’t a one time thing. I- I need you.”

He paused for a moment before smiling softly, the softest smile he had given you that night. His lips trailed up your jaw before he pecked your lips a few times. “Doll,  I would be honored to be your boyfriend, if that’s what you're asking me.” Your eyes went wide but you nodded enthusiastically. “Damn, your first boyfriend, eh? I get to be the lucky one who takes all your firsts.” He chuckled before pressing his lips to yours once more. He went to pull away, but your fingers carded through his hair, pulling him closer to you roughly. 

The sound he made from the rough pull of his hair went straight to your dick. You felt it straining against your bottoms, begging to be released. You kissed him roughly, passionately. His own hand went up to tug your hair, catching you off guard just enough for him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He explored the area with great interest, uncovering every inch he could reach with his tongue.

“Ah- Mattheo, please.” He could hear how needy and desperate you were for him as his lips trailed down your throat once more. He quickly pulled off your shirt and robes, doing the same for his own right after. You stared at his chest unabashedly. His own eyes scanned yours. His lips curled into a smug smirk. 

“Please what, doll.” Mattheo teased as he admired your assets. 

“Touch me, choke me, anything.”

He chuckled darkly, his hand moving to gently lay on top of your throat. He didn’t put any pressure. “Are you sure you want me to choke you?” You nodded enthusiastically. “If it gets too much, tap my arm twice, deal?” Once he got your confirmation, he squeezed a little tighter. Immediately, you groaned. He watched your eyes roll back. “Oh, fuck.” 

His lips fell onto yours quickly before he removed his hand for a moment. He fiddled with his slacks. He got them off as quickly as he could before pulling yours off. Your cock jumped to life quickly when he yanked your underwear off. He admired it closely. “Do you really want this, doll? I can just suck you off if you want.” He offered, staring at your dick, almost mesmerised. 

“Yes. Fuck, yes. Touch me. Put it inside me. I don’t care.” You whined. He snickered softly.

“Right, then, up and attem.” He murmured, flipping you around. Your stomach was on the bed as he raised your hips. His fingers pressed into your mouth once again. His other hand drifted downwards, wrapping around his own dick. He moaned quietly at the feeling of your tongue tangling with his fingers. Once he felt they were sufficiently wet, he pulled them from your mouth. You hummed, annoyed at the loss of his touch. “Patience, doll. “ He chuckled before prodding at your ass with his fingers.

You gasped, your back arching as a shiver went through you. You could feel your eyes roll back as he laughed at your reaction. He paused for a moment before slowly entering a finger in you. He waited for your reaction before continuing, pumping in and out a few times before adding a second finger. Your breaths came out ragged and you felt hot and overwhelmed, but in a good way.

You pushed your butt out more, trying to get him to go deeper. You felt the base of his knuckles and he chuckled. “Patience, sweetheart.” He cooed, removing his fingers. “You’re just too desperate.” He leaned forward, kissing behind your ear. “Do you have a condom? Lube? Anything?”

You felt flushed as you shook your head, “A-Ah, no. I didn’t think we’d get this far.” You admitted.

Mattheo snickered, “Yeah? Good thing I carried some with me.” He admitted. The confession caught you off guard. You blinked in surprise as he quickly climbed off the bed, reaching into his robes to reveal a condom and a small container of lube. “I’m always prepared.” He commented when he saw your surprised expression. 

He returned to leaning over you and popped open the container of lube. The tube made a noise as it was squeezed and you gasped when the cold substance hit your hole. He took a second to use his fingers to spread it and push into you a few more times before slipping the condom on himself. “You sure, doll?” He said quietly, staring into your eyes when you glanced back at him. You nodded and he shook his head, “No, no, words. I need your words.”

“Y-Yeah. I want this. I want you.”

The words encouraged him to carefully align himself with your hole before slowly pushing in. You gasped at the pain that spread. It hurt. You whimpered softly, pushing your head into your pillows. You waited as he sunk into you before he stopped for a moment. “Tell me when, doll.” He whispered, pressing kisses to the back of your neck.

You waited until the pain dimmed to a low ache rather than a shooting pain before nodding, “Y-yeah, I’m good.” He waited for a moment more before moving his hips slowly. The previous pain was quickly forgotten as a sense of pleasure erupted. You moaned rather loudly before pressing your head back into your pillows to muffle your noises. 

Mattheo groaned as he pushed back in. “Merlin, sweetheart, you’re so tight.” He managed to say. You couldn’t reply, only whimpering and moaning into your pillows. “Lift your head up, let me hear all your pretty little noises.” He said suddenly, pulling your hair up lightly. You lifted your head right as he snapped his hips into you, abandoning the slow pace he was using before.

You moaned out loudly. Your eyes rolled back and you felt pure pleasure as he quickened his pace, pounding into you. You couldn’t force yourself to quiet as your noises grew in volume, echoing in the room. You could barely hear when Mattheo mumbled out a quiet spell to the room, making it entirely soundproof. Your fingers clutched the bed sheets as you cried, tears running down your face.

“Hold on, sweetheart.” He muttered softly, pulling out entirely. You whined at the loss of his cock before he flipped you around. He immediately pounded into you again, staring at your tear-stained face. “That’s right, baby. Come on.” His voice sounded down-right naughty as he talked you through it. Your hands went up to clutch at his shoulders and he hissed when your nails dug into him. 

His face leaned down, biting on your shoulder as he pounded into you, nipping at your most sensitive spots. Your mind couldn’t think of anything other than him. He was encompassing everything. He was all you felt, heard, thought about. Distantly, you could still taste his lips on yours. It felt like a paradise.

There was a weird feeling creeping up your cock and you felt like you were going to burst. “A-Ah, Mattheo-”

He took a glance at you before looking down at your cock. “Let it out, darlin’. Cum for me, you pretty boy.” His words of affirmation set you over the edge. You moaned loudly as cum shot from your tip, creeping up your chest and dribbling off the side of it. You panted heavily as Mattheo continued to pump into you. It felt so overwhelming for him to keep going and you whined until he quickly pulled out, groaning quietly as he came.

“Ah, the things you do to me, doll.” He said, out of breath. He stayed leaning over you for a moment longer, catching his breath before he rolled off of you, lying beside you. He grasped at his cock, tearing the condom off of him and getting to his feet. You watched, still breathing heavily, as he moved to the bathroom. You heard the sink running for a moment before he returned with a cloth. He carefully leaned over you and wiped you free of any remnants of your climax. As he did, his eyes locked onto yours. There was a hint of adoration in his eyes as he took in your fucked-out expression.

Once you were sufficiently cleaned, Mattheo entered the bathroom once more. You tried to keep your eyes open to watch him and find out what he was going to do, but your eyes slipped closed without your permission and you found yourself asleep rather quickly.

The next morning, you felt sore. You stretched carefully, wincing slightly at the feeling of your sore ass and muscles before moving to stand up. You flinched when two arms wrapped around your waist, bringing you back down to the bed. You were pleasantly surprised to see Mattheo there, eyes hooded with sleep. “Where do you think you’re going, doll?”

You turned in his grasp, facing him. “Mattheo? You didn’t leave?”

He let out a noise as he adjusted slightly, “Why would I do that?” His eyes opened slightly more and he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I thought- Were you telling the truth last night? You really want to be my boyfriend?”

He chuckled, his voice still gruff from just waking up. “Why would I lie to you, doll? You’re mine.” You felt warm again before hesitantly wrapping your arms around him. He hummed, resting his head on top of yours. “How’re you feelin’?”

“Sore.” You replied quietly. “But not in an awful way.” Your hands caressed his back and you could feel scratches that you left. “I’m sorry for scratching you.”

“You won’t see me complaining.” Mattheo commented with a laugh. “I quite like seeing how you marked me.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh shush.” You hummed before realizing, sitting up. “Oh, did you mark me? I remember you paying a lot of attention to my neck and collar.”

His eyes trailed down your neck and chest. “More than just your neck and collar.” You glanced down. Last night you hadn’t noticed, but there were hickies on your chest. You ran hot as you hurried to the mirror in your room. Mattheo laughed as he saw you frantically locating all of the marks.

“Mattheo, this isn’t funny!” You hissed without any viper. “How will we hide these from my brother?”

“We could just let them be there. Who cares? I know I want to see you walking the halls with my marks. Dissuade those girls in your class from staring at you as if you were a piece of meat.”

His comment made you blink, “What? Nobody stares at me like that.”

Mattheo scoffed, “Sure. Of course you’d think that. You never noticed me staring at you and you spent an awful lot of time looking back.”

“You- You saw me?!”

“I’m surprised Draco never noticed.” He chuckled once again. 

You were quiet, investigating the marks before sighing. “I still need to hide these. If it's okay with you, I don’t want Draco knowing about us right now.” He frowned slightly but nodded. “I just- I know how he can be around people. Especially because of me. You wouldn’t believe the last time somebody tried to ask me on a date. She was afraid to even look at me after that. And I declined her invite!”

“You think he’ll care? That was two years ago.” Mattheo said, stretching as he made his way towards you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you around to face him. With your silence, he sighed. “Fine. I don’t mind. Besides, gives me a chance to keep you to myself. Mark you however I like without anyone knowing it was me.” He smirked. “Yeah, maybe I like the sound of that.”

“Mattheo!” You shrieked quietly, hiding your embarrassed face in his chest as he laughed.