#Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

[nottsangel]

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ever since that one drunken night where you found yourself in bed with your two friends, mattheo and theo, threesomes have become a regular occurrence— happening about a few times a week. as much as they both try to give you plenty of attention during those moments, you can sense their undeniable and almost intimate closeness from a mile away, despite their insistence that they’re simply close friends.

your suspicions were finally confirmed the moment they asked to try something… specific. usually, the threesomes involved one of them fucking your mouth and the other pounding into your pussy, or sometimes even double penetration with both your ass and cunt filled. however, this time they suggested trying double vaginal penetration— something you hadn’t done before. and while they kept telling you how good it would feel for you, you could see right through their convincing words— this wasn’t about you, it was about them.

the moment they both entered you, a sharp hiss escaped their mouths, gripping your trembling body tightly while struggling to compose themselves. it was an intense sensation they had never experienced before. for once, they weren’t seperated by your thin skin— instead, their pulsating cocks were pressed together, fully surrounded by the warmth of your cunt. both boys were in heaven, swollen lips parted in ecstasy, eyes fluttering shut as they thrust slowly, knowing that if they went any faster, they would cum in an instant.

and after that first time, they crave double vaginal penetration above everything else every time again, completely addicted to the sensation. they claim it’s because your pussy just feels so fucking good that they both can’t get enough of it— but you know better. you know it’s because it’s the only time they can rub their cocks together, using your cunt merely as an excuse to feel each other, skin on skin.

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decided to write a lil smth since you guys wanted to see the porn links i send to @rafesthroatbaby in the dms :p

[leona-hawthorne]

you cannot tell me that mattheo riddle wouldn’t be the most vocal bitch during sex.

groans, whimpers, whining, you name it. that man is not afraid to show you how fucking good you feel around him. why would he bite back his moans when he gets the blessing of being surrounded by your warmth?

you wrap your legs around his waist while he’s pounding his hips against yours, locking your ankles around his back, and he’s seeing stars, crying out your name with his eyes squeezed shut.

your nails hauntingly rake down his back, no doubt leaving countless marks, and he lets out a hiss, a mixture of pleasure and pain as he bites into your neck, his chest heaving.

don’t even get me started on the dirty talk, he is the absolute king.

“you're so fucking wet for me. i can feel you dripping down my cock.” “fuck, you're perfect. say my name, pretty girl.” “you're so damn beautiful, love. i could fuck you for hours and never get enough. you want that? you want me to fuck you for hours until you can't walk straight?”

and trust when i say he needs you to be vocal too. he needs you whimpering and stuttering over your words as your pussy clenches around him.

he’ll groan when you bite into his shoulder to silence your moans before grabbing you by the chin and yanking your mouth away. if he sees your palm cover your pretty lips to muffle your moans, he’ll grab that wrist and hold it above your head until he’s done with you.

he needs to hear every single reaction you have, needs to hear you screaming his name and begging for more. if he doesn’t hear how good he made you feel, what was the point of fucking you at all?

and by the time you’re writhing around the sheets and coming undone, reduced to nothing but a moaning mess of yourself, he’ll hold back from cumming with you just so he can bring you to the edge all over again. just so he can hear more of those pretty noises.

“you’re so fucking tight, i can feel you squeezing me. you’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you? you want more? beg for it.”

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[deadghosy]

☆BEING MATTHEO’S CHILDHOOD FRIEND TO LOVER ☆ male version||female version

COMPLETELY protective over you ever since childhood. He literally fought a kid back then because they didn’t like that you were a “girl” playing boy games with them. You were sensitive back then, so of course you cried to mattheo about it. And mattheo did something about it. He punched the kid and stole their teddy bear to give it to you.

He asks you about girl things so he can flirt and treat a girl better. You could be literally reading a romance book, and he wants to learn too. Please teach him or else he’s gonna whine about losing another girl.

“Sooooo what does a girl like for a guy like me to tap that ass…cause I got a girl on my roster..” mattheo says sliding by you in the library table you sat in. You were literally getting to the good part of where the two main characters were gonna kiss. “Why are you asking me these questions riddle…” you say with venom in your tone towards his last name. Mattheo frowned. “Actually my name from you is Matty, Matt, and matty bear. So please—”

“—Please kill yourself and never let your soul rest after.” You say getting up from the library table and walking away. Mattheo’s jaw drop as he followed you offended. He never interrupted your reading time ever.

When your period comes…he’s asking you “what the fuck that is” and “why is it hurting you” with a frown. He’s thinking he can solve it like any other with a wave of his wand…but it’s more complicated when you explained how your uterus is shredding itself and that’s all you can get out before mattheo started to gag and leave your dorm room like the overdramatic king he is.

He still loves you dearly so he got you tea and some materials you need for the rest of your week.

Sometimes when you two have a sleepover, which is just either of you two sneaking into the girls dorms or the boys. You two gossip like little girls ready to rip someone’s heart out.

Mattheo is 50/50 on you doing makeup on him. But if you really plead and want to do it. He’s gonna let you. He can’t say no to you sadly.

A guy had broken your heart once, so he broke his face in…and broke his dick. Don’t ask.

Couple of girls hated how close you were to Mattheo. He’s a handsome guy, so of course people may spread rumors around. And Mattheo doesn’t really like that, he’s going to the girl and showering her how equal rights have hands.

If you two ever argue, it leads to Mattheo apologizing first. He’s a sucker for you, he doesn’t know why. He just doesn’t want you to be mad at him.

It’s even worst when you talk to anyone else than him.

When you fully ignore him, no texting, no calling, not even talking to you in public and being by you makes him go insane. He’s smoking in the courtyard. Jaw tightened as he eyes you across. He can tell that you know he is staring. He can tell you know indeed when you shift a lot.

The way you feel his burning gaze on you, it made you feel warm. You always loved mattheo, but with him always “going after” girls…you just thought that maybe he wouldn’t love you back.

Jealousy is something mattheo has built into him. He doesn’t know why, so when a ravenclaw student tried to ask you out. He couldn’t stand it. He had to take you away. He couldn’t bare to lose you. He ushered you away from the student, taking you to an empty classroom. He couldn’t handle not being near you, he hated it the most. You are his other part.

He hates it.

“I don’t know who that guy was. But you’re mine. Okay? You’re mine, you always have been even if we both didn’t recognize it. Shit, I know I’m dumb to think to just push my feelings away from you. But I can’t help but love how you are so amazing…” he says slowly at the end. Kissing your head and closing his eyes. You smile slowly. Your heart swell with warmth, taking a deep breath in as you wrapped your arms around him too. You loved him just like how he loves you. He loves you as if you were the made the creation of his favorite food. He loved you like making new potions. He loved you like music to his ears.

He always has been a gentleman before you two dated. He made sure he opened doors for you. He made sure you were comfortable with things. He would even sacrifice his cloaks if you were cold.

He’s like a puppy in love as he just lights up seeing you.

He loves his girl very much. You are the prettiest thing he could ever ask and give for.

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⋆.˚✮˚.⋆imagine mattheo being touchy and fingering you while in class-smut

"baby, i need you so so bad," he whispers in your ear while you were taking down notes in snape's class. you tried to shush him and tell him to go back to work, but he just did not listen. instead, his veiny, strong hand landed on your thigh, his thumb caressing and drawing circles mindlessly, making your skin feel a jolt of electricity. you tried to push his hands away because they were distracting you from focusing on the class. but his hand was firm and wasn't ready to buldge, he then slid his hands up to the hem of your skirt. you glared at him to which he smirked and whispered in your ear, "wanna make you feel good." you bit your lip. "shut up, mattheo. concentrate on the class and do your work." you managed to barely mutter those words out. "i'd rather do you, baby," he replied horsely which made you close your eyes to avoid losing control. he kept on sliding his hand up your thigh and moved your panties to the side, he groaned when he dipped two of his fingers inside your pussy. "fuck baby, you're dripping wet." he stated, his fingers starting to fuck you with such great precision. his skilfull fingers doing wonders to your pussy. his thumb caressing your clit. you tried to hold down your moan by biting your lips but that did not work. you left out a groan because you couldn’t control it in anymore, you hoped that no one heard you. his fingers picked up pace and at this point you long forgot to jot down your notes. his fingers were touching the right spot, over and over again. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your hand reached out to grab mattheo's wrist. your fingernails dug deep into his skin as your tried to tamp down the moans. your breathing grew shallower and your eyelids started to get heavy which made your classroom a blur. his fingers worked through the final knot in your core after which you exploded. the intensity which which you came, had your legs shaking violently. his massaged your clit one final time after which he drew his fingers out, and licked them. while he was licking his fingers clean, off your cum he whispered "you taste heavely". you could see the nail marks on his wrist which made this scene even more sexier. it made you feel a sense of pride because now the world knows that you are his as you marked him. your breathing steadied, although, you knew your face was still flushed and slick with a little sweat. mattheo kissed the side of your forehead and muttered "good girl," after which he paid attention to the class like he didn't just finger fuck under the table while a class was going on.

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[amiableness]

just a blurb about mattheo because i desperately needed this earlier! word count 556!

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Mattheo sat there, half-listening to Draco, who was in the middle of his latest rant, tearing into their professors with his usual cutting sarcasm. Every word dripped with disgust as he mocked their incompetence, painting their lessons as not just boring but utterly beneath him.

Mattheo was laid out along one of the couches, eyes closed and arms crossed, attempting to relax after a long day. It had dragged on endlessly, and after receiving a letter from his mother, he had little patience left. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone.

“Sweetheart! Today was a complete waste, wasn’t it?” Draco called out, his voice cutting through the room. Mattheo glanced over, his heart lifting slightly when he saw you at the receiving end of Draco’s comment. He had hoped the question was directed at you.

You mumble your agreement, loosening your tie as you make your way to Mattheo. You drape your tie and robes over the back of the couch before settling into his side, your leg draped casually over his. He’s stretched out with his head resting against the armrest, and you slip into the space beside him, curling up against his chest. His hand reaches down to rest gently on your knee, and he presses a soft kiss to your hair. You nestle your head under his chin, feeling the rise and fall of his breath as you both relax into each other.

“You okay, baby?” He asks softly, his voice a gentle murmur. You let out a sigh, leaning closer. The boys murmur protests, their voices tinged with frustration at how Mattheo is so sweet with you, and only you. Just half an hour earlier, they had been sharply reprimanded for speaking to him at all.

“Just needed you.” You reply quietly. You press a tender kiss to his jaw, and he visibly melts at your touch, a soft smile spreading across his face. Around you, the room fills with various noises of disgust and disapproval.

“Seriously? When I tried to sit next to you, you nearly shoved me off the couch.” Theo grumbles, earning a disinterested look from Mattheo.

“You’re not his girl, mate.” Enzo chimes in, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“She’s not, either,” Theo protests, eyeing the two of you with disbelief. “They’re not even dating.”

Mattheo turns and levels Theo with a withering glare. Everyone knew you were his girl, even if you weren't officially dating yet. The connection between you was undeniable, and it was clear to all that you belonged to Mattheo.

You consider speaking up, but you’re far too comfortable wrapped up in Mattheo to make the effort. The scent of his cologne and the feel of his arms around you are making you unbearably content. All you want to do is sleep.

“Watch your mouth, Nott.” Mattheo snaps, his voice sharp and unyielding. Theo slouches back in his chair, a defiant glint in his eye, but he falls silent, clearly weighing his words before speaking again.

Eventually, the boys shift their focus to their own conversation, leaving you and Mattheo in your own secluded bubble. Mattheo tenderly brushes his fingers over your hair, calming both of you. It isn’t long before you fall fast asleep against him, and he turns to the boys, warning them to keep their voices down.

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[storiesfromafan]

What's Mine Is Mine - Mattheo x Reader

A/N: woke up to the news of Dame Maggie Smith's passing. So I did a little something in memory.

Prompt: “I'm not the jealous type, but what's mine is mine. End of story"

“What do you think you were doing!?” Boomed the loud voice of Professor McGonagall. “Fighting another student! And breaking his nose! Mr Riddle, it will be detention for a month for you!”

You looked to your boyfriend, a hard look on your face. As you were also mad at the Slytherin boy. Yet he didn't looked faze, maybe a little proud of himself more so. You didn't know why he had to attack the Gryffindor boy.

“And you" McGonagall swings around to you look at you, still mad but a little softer. “You will get detention for two weeks!”

“W-what?” You sputtered. “I-I did nothing, other then try to break them up!?”

“When I came upon the scene, it didn't look like you were breaking it up Miss (Y/L/N). Two weeks detention, another word from you and it will be more, understood?”

You bit your tongue and nodded your head, casting a glare to Mattheo. Who looked quite pleased with himself.

The Professor sighed. “Alright, back to your house you go".

You both got up from your seats in McGonagall's class room, and began to walk to the room's door. Before you even took two step's, the Professor asked for you to stop and wait a moment. She sent off Mattheo, who didn't like leaving you, but he reluctantly left the room. You turned back and moved to stand before McGonagall at her desk.

“Yes Professor?” You asked calmly.

She looked at you with a soft, pointed look. “I am not one to meddle in the lives of students, but are you sure Mr Riddle is the right suitor for you? He is hot headed and easy to anger, that to me is not a good thing".

You understood her concerns and felt touched the women cared, but she did not know Mattheo like you did. No one did. They only saw what he showed them; cocky, tough, smartass and anger issues. But what you have seen of your boyfriend was loyalty, kindness, sweet and passionate sides. Slytherin boy's protected and coveted what was theirs.

“All due respect Professor, you don't know Mattheo like I do" you replied with a confident voice. “He might be what you have said, but you don't know him like I do. There is more to him then just that. Am I free to leave now?”

Professor McGonagall gave you a surprised look before dismissing you. You weren’t one to necessarily speak up like you did, and be rather rude to those in authority. But part of her admired your loyalty to Mattheo Riddle. And she hoped you were right about knowing him well.

You walked from the classroom with a sigh. This is not how you wanted your afternoon to go. You didn't want to have to step between your boyfriend, who had came across a Gryffindor classmate asking you for your notes from Snape's class, and another student. Alright, Slytherin and Gryffindor might not get along, but with Henry, you had a mutual respect for each other and your studies.

But Mattheo came upon you both, having a laugh, and looks to have thought Henry was flirting with you. One minute you're laughing, the next Mattheo had grabbed Henry and pulled him away. They exchanged words before Mattheo punched him. And began their fist fight. You moved to break them up, which was hopeless. Soon Professor McGonagall came across you three, as well as the crowd of on lookers. And, well you know what happened next.

“What did she want?” Asked Mattheo, as you came upon him leaning on a wall.

You kept your mouth shut, choosing to ignore your boyfriend and continue walking to the dungeons. A few more times did Mattheo try to talk to you, but you still kept your lips shut tight. Your anger slowly boiling below the surface. When you both descended the stairs to the dungeon did he try again.

“Come on love" he half sighed, half whined. “Talk to me!”

You stopped suddenly – which halted Mattheo – and turned around to shoot him a sharp look. “What can I say to take back the last hour, Theo? Nothing. So what's the point!?”

He flinched at your raised voice. “Come on love" – he stepped up and grabbed your hand, which you withdrew from him a few seconds later – “don't be like this".

“Like what?” You questioned while crossing your arms over your chest.

“L-like this" he moved his hands up and down, gesturing to your stern presence. “This stern figure, when you're not".

You scoffed. “I wouldn’t have to be stern if you hadn't attacked Henry".

Mattheo rolled his eyes, “Henry. God his name is worse then his shit fighting skills".

You studied your boyfriend. And after taking in his annoyed tone, agitated roll of his eyes and the fact he'd beaten up your friend but not friend. You concluded one thing about your boyfriend.

“You were jealous" you proclaimed in amusement, having to hold back a chuckle.

Mattheo shot you a glare. “I'm not the jealous type, but what's mine is mine. End of story”.

You smirked. “You answered that a little too quick, love” you laughed. And began to head for Slytherin house.

Mattheo sputtered out words, trying to defend himself before finally letting out a frustrated sound. “I was not jealous!” He called before storming after you and your cackling frame.

[nottswitch]

hiiii, congrats on hitting 1k🎉🎉🎉 could you do prompt 106 and 68 with either mattheo riddle or theodore nott?? could you also make it fluff and smut !!

thanks, babe, ily 💘 i assume that you accidentally sent the same request, just with a character specified :) i decided to go with matty for this one.

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68. "we just kissed."

106. "…this is awkward."

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"fuck- ahhhh, mattheo, just like that!"

mattheo growled, feeling his cock throb in his jeans at the sound of his name on your lips, moaned in such a needy, beautiful voice. he pressed you firmer against the stone wall and curled his two fingers inside of you, pressing on a spot that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. your lips parted in a silent scream, air coming out in short breaths as your best friend kept pumping his fingers in and out of you.

"you like my fingers, princess?" mattheo nearly hissed into your ear, the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders being too good for him to stop his hips from jerking forward. you felt the hardness of his length pressed against the back of your thigh, your leg wrapped around his waist, and you swallowed at the thought of his potential size.

you didn’t want to admit it, but recently you’d been thinking about what mattheo was hiding underneath his pants a bit too much. you and your best friend had an agreement – if you felt especially horny but wasn’t in the mood for a stranger, he would graciously help you out. however, this arrangement only included his hands or mouth – a boundary placed by you, since you were, well, best friends. lately, however, you’ve been wondering a lot about his cock, and if it was all that the rumors made it out to be. and just in general, you started noticing that mattheo was actually a pretty attractive guy, with his messy curls, his deep brown eyes…

the addition of a third finger snatched you out of your thoughts, making you press your cheek against mattheo’s and moan louder into his ear, the sound ringing through the corridor and mixing with the music from the party barely reaching your ears. mattheo had to deeply breathe in and out to save himself from making a mess in his jeans right then and there – your moans were just too damn addictive.

"gonna cum," you whispered hoarsely, your hand unconsciously moving up from his shoulder to wrap around the back of his neck. mattheo gritted his teeth, increasing his pace, but not being able to stop his hips from bucking forward again – the need for friction was too strong.

"cum for me, baby girl. cum all over my fingers," he breathed against your cheek, and it was everything that you needed to finally let go. "matty…" you whined, your legs shaking around his waist as you slumped against him, pressed between the stone wall and his equally hard but very warm body.

the sound of his nickname in that whiny, perfect voice of yours did it for him. in a second, his lips were on yours, passionately moving and sucking and biting- your eyes widened at the sudden gesture, but you didn’t protest. of course, all boundaries went out of the window in an instant, but who could think about those when his lips were so… so?

when you finally managed to gather enough willpower to pull away, you were panting and grinning like an idiot, your wide, lovesick smile an exact match to that of mattheo’s.

"…this is awkward," you said, feeling your cheeks flushing slightly at the sight of mattheo’s wet, slightly swollen and very inviting lips. "we just kissed."

mattheo chuckled in response. "i mean, my fingers were deep inside your guts just a minute ago. i think we’re way past the awkward stage, princess."

you laughed in response and playfully swatted his chest. maybe he was right, after all. the kiss felt more intimate, for some reason, but you guessed that that was a conversation for another time.

"there’s something else that can be deep inside my guts right now…"

[mrsriddlenott]

okay I just need pussydrunk mattheo 🥵

It is honestly embarrassing how long this has been in my drafts unfinished(literally a few days over a year🤦‍♀️) I have been awol for so long but I have been GOIN through it y’all. I think I can finally at least try and actually come back to this blog. I love writing so much and I hate when it just isn’t fun anymore. And when I saw this I actually got excited to finish it so let’s see how it goes. Please correct mistakes and give feedback

Warnings: suggestive content but not actually full smut, public oral(f!receiving), heavy petting, play argument/kinda roleplay, some teasing.

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~Needy~

To plenty of people having a needy boyfriend would be the end of the world. But when that boyfriend is Mattheo Riddle, who seems to have an unnaturally high labido and stamina, it’s more of a pro rather than a con.

But what comes with needy is clingy. Mattheo just needs his hands on you whenever he can. You weren’t complaining but he certainly was. There was just too much time out of the day that he couldn’t touch you. So me made sure to cut thay time down as much as he could.

“Come oooon Baby” Mattheo groaned as he tugged you towards an empty, shadow filled corridor, “Just think about it, how many days a week do we have Potions, and how many weeks are in a term, how many terms in a school year….we can miss one hour of Potions Baby it’ll be fine. Plus you’re the smartest, prettiest, hottest person at this school you’ve got options for you future.”

“Um first of all,” You start, crossing your arms across your chest, poking your hip out to make Mattheo groan out loud as he restrains himself from touching you, “This will be the fourth time we missed Potions so far this term, and second of all who said I was worried for my future, nuh uh Baby I’m worried about yours.”

“Merlin you’re sexy when you’re being all bossy”Mattheo sighs, stepping closer to you and fanning your face with his breath, “I don’t care about my future as long as you’re in it, I need to keep you excited don’t I Princess?” He laughs out as he watches your resolve melt away, moving his hand up to grip your waste.

“That’s no fair.” You pout, desperately trying to hold a straight face as you continue, “You know you’re not allowed to call me Princess in an argument, you always win with that.” Mattheo sighs dramatically and steps even closer to you, breathing your air as he holds your hip tightly, tugging you into him aggressively.

“I’m so sorry baby, please forgive me,” He begs dramatically, smiling before dipping his head into the crook beside your shoulder to trace small pecks across your collarbone, forcing a moan to slip past your lips despite your pretend protests.

“How could I ever forgive you for such a lapse Mattheo,” you smile at how fast he halts his mouths assault of your collarbone giving you time to slip your fingers into his raven curls, giving them a tug to force his eyes up to yours, “You know, I can think of something you can do to earn my forgiveness.”

“What?” He rasps out, his breath caught in his chest at the feeling of your hand in his hair and the other slowly slipping down his chest at an agonizing pace, “What can I do to make you feel better Baby, I’ll do anything for you, you know that.” His voice his breathy and desperate, sending heat down your abdomen as your thighs squeeze together subconsciously. At the gentle shove to his shoulder, Mattheo knew exactly what you wanted, smirking as you looked down to him where he leant into you with those pretend innocent eyes. Mattheo fell to his knees immediately, his hands tracing their way under your skirt while his eyes stay on yours.

“Is this what you’re asking for…Princess?” Mattheo asks, smirking as he gains dominance from below you, “You want me to make you feel good?….But Baby what about Potions, we-we can’t miss class i-it’s impo-“ You cut off his teasing with a tug to his hair and small sigh at the feeling of his hand ghosting across your underwear. Mattheo groans, his eyes falling into the back of his head as your fingers tighten in his hair.

“Okay okay, I’ve got you Princess.” He laughs breathlessly as his fingers tug your underwear down your legs, allowing you to step out of them before he shoves them in his pocket with a wink. In a flash Mattheo has his lips on you, his head vanishing under your skirt, his hand trailing upward to squeeze at your chest through your button up, the other gripping your thigh to give you support as you begin to wobble.

“Oh fuck Mattheo,” You moan loudly before clamping your hand over your mouth, almost forgetting your very public location at the feeling of Mattheo’s tongue meticulously swirling around your clit. His chuckle from below almost pisses you off enough to fight for dominance but as though to wipe your mind of it, Mattheo flattens his tongue and leaves a strip up your heat, making you whimper into your hand and bite your skin to prevent getting caught.

You shake as Mattheo’s fingernails dig into the skin of your thigh while it wobbles, unsteady as you begin to lose balance at the fast pace of Mattheo’s tongue, “Fuck Baby, can you stand or do I need to hold you?” He chuckles against you at your whine of protest, not wanting him to stop even for a second. Mattheo quickly tugs your thigh over his shoulder, allowing him to gain more access, speeding up his actions, moaning at your taste and the thought of you coming on his face as you depend on him to hold you steady. Your head falls back against the stone wall, your eyes rolling backward as your hand falls to his shoulders for balance not caring anymore about your volume. Your little whimpers and squeaks drive him insane below you, he knows your close, he can feel it.

Without warning Mattheo shifts lower, shoving his tongue into you, lowering his hand from your chest in a flash and using his thumb to stimulate your clit as his tongue moves in and out of you, matching his own pace and groaning as he feels your legs begin to shake for him. Your moans become screams as you release on his tongue, falling into his hold while he rises to look at your post-orgasm face he loves so much.

“Good thing we did this during class, someone might have heard otherwise.” Mattheo says simply with a laugh as you weakly smack at his broad shoulder.

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Pretty short compared to others I have but I just really wanted to start posting again. I’m probably gonna be cleaning out my drafts and trying to get them out even old ones ppl probably aren’t waiting on anymore to try and get back into a groove on here.

[azrakaban]

A Little Longer - Mattheo Riddle X GN!Reader

A/N: OH MY GOODNESS ME. Sorry I've taken such a long break from writing, if I told you all the things that have happened in the past two months you honestly wouldn't believe me LMAO

Warnings: cursing, yelling, soft Mattheo I think? lmk if i missed anything xxx 

Note! I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, if I've messed up anywhere, please feel free to correct me! But please do it nicely guys <3

The wind nipped at your face, chilly and biting as you wrapped your scarf tighter around your face. You forced your eyes to look into the swirling sky, where your poor boyfriend, Mattheo, sat frozen to his broom. 

Watching house Quidditch games was the highlight of every month for Hogwarts, but it made it supremely less enjoyable when the weather was unpleasant. And, as a particularly dark cloud decided to let fall a rainstorm, it became decidedly worse.

You craned your neck back to watch him above you, barely hearing whispers of what he was saying as he yelled instructions to his team members. 

Mattheo had been pushing the team hard all season - it being his first year as captain, he did not want to disappoint. You rememered the long suffering look Enzo gave you in the common room when Mattheo was dragging your friends out to train at 7am. 

As you watched, Astoria flew over your head, flanked by two Gryffindor chasers, who managed to throw her off, causing her to drop the Quaffle. She swore, sighing as they sped up towards the Slytherin goalpost before giving chase, but not quick enough to reclaim the Quaffle before another goal was put through the post, making the score 20 - 230 

You noticed Mattheo's expression darken further, and sighed. He would likely be in a bad mood later. 

Your eye was then caught by a sudden burst of movement on the other side of the pitch, where Potter and Draco were neck and neck in a dive for the Snitch. 

Draco raised his hand, victorious with the snitch clutched in his hand, yet the Gryffindor end exploded in cheers. With the score now at 170 - 230, Gryffindor had still won by a large margin. 

The Slytherins around you were all sighing and shaking their heads as they all made their  way out of the stadium. You had agreed to meet Mattheo at the Slytherin locker room, so you made your way there.

 As you approached the door though, you heard yelling. Pushing it slightly ajar, Blaise caught your eye and mimed cutting his head off quickly, clealy telling you to leave. You nodded, leaving swiftly and heading back to your empty dorm. 

About 45 minutes later, Mattheo turned up in your dorm, hair slightly damp from the shower, and, spotting you, promptly came over and lay his head in your lap. 

"Heya bubs." You smiled slightly, looking down at him. "Hey." He mumbled dejectedly.

"We lost." He groaned, messing up his curls. You lifted a hand and started gently playing with them. "Yeah, this time. But there are still going to be other games, you don't lose everything from this game, okay?" You replied soothingly. 

"But it was our first game, my first game as captain, and I blew it. I pushed them too hard, and I blew it." He sighed. "I wanted to win this for them, to prove that I could do this, be responsible, make it work. And it just..." He lifted a hand and let it drop onto your sheets. "I failed them, and it's not even their fault. I yelled at Draco for catching the snitch, even though that was the best thing to do..." 

"You didn't fail your team." You interrupted him. "Sure, you lost a game, Mattheo, but all captains lose games! It's part of playing, you make mistakes, and you learn from them. PLus, you guys were playing into the wind, the Gryffindors had the weather behind them. Now, if you wanna say that the weather is your fault, you're gonna start sounding a little self centered..." You giggled slightly, and an amused huff escaped Mattheo. 

"Yeah yeah, okay, I get it." The pressure lifted off your thighs as Mattheo moved to sit back against your pillows, opening his arms for you. "C'mere sweetheart, wanna hold you, please." He asked, giving you puppy eyes. 

You immediately caved and moved forward towards him, letting him cuddle you like a teddy bear. 

"Thank you."  He sighed after a few moments of holding you, drawing patterns on your back with a fingertip. "What for, silly?" You looked at him, confused. He chuckled slightly. 

"Grounding me, not thinking I'm a dick, just being an all round awesome person to date?" He shrugged. "For letting me rant about this shit." He squeezed you slightly. 

"No worries, idiot." You smiled, kissing his cheek. He gasped in mock horror. 

"Idiot? That's what you call your suffering boyfriend? WOW, okay, WOW, I see how it is." Mattheo mock glared at you, gently shoving you away. 

"Aw come on, don't be like that." You laughed slightly as he pulled you back into his arms. 

"I should go apologise for being a Class A dick to the team shouldn't I?" He sighed, looking at you. 

"Yeah, probably." You nodded, squeezing his hand. Hd pulled you a little closer. 

"Not yet though. Wanna keep holding you just a little longer..." He muttered, pulling you back into the nest of pillows with him.

A/N: Writing was shit, may delete later <3 Sorry for this miserable attempt at feeding u hungry people, love you all!

[skyrigel]

Baby, you're mine.

Ex bf! Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader

Hi, umm kinda wanted a jealous fic where Mattheo's a complete jerk ( fool ) for you. Basically that one time he ruined your date and also the time he made up. Draco being a little shit but we love him.

" Isn't he a dork ? " Mattheo smirked, his fingertips brushing against your back when you snapped back at him.

" You're such a jerk matty." You perched your lips, crossing your arms as his smirk only widened, his eyes softening at the sight of you.

" For you, always." He added with a wink, you wouldn't smile, no, you will not give him that.

" Why don't you leave me alone ? " You turned to walk ahead, you were aware of your charms class that was just about to start.

" How about you don't go on this date ? " He suggested instead, catching up with you, few third year Hufflepuffs parted away.

" Marcus is a very good guy." You mumbled, Matheo scoffed hard and his malice was very much visible in the way he scowled at his name.

" Didn't you like bad guys ? " Matheo tried his soft, sweet voice, the one that always melted you, but not this time, you wouldn't let him.

" Does it matter ? Weren't you fucking Susan or was it Komal, i remember." You narrowed your gaze at him, your mouth tightening as his soft facade crumbled, his jaw slackened but he was quick to recover.

" It was...it meant.. nothing to me." He nodded his head, eyes blazing with sincerity but if only, if only.

" Mattheo, I know you haven't got heart—"

" Babe—"

"—but these girls have got one, so don't break theirs." You glared at him once before marching towards your charms class, eyes brimming with tears.

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You should've known as soon as you entered the great hall when the silence on Slytherin table was too much, Draco was practically buzzing, his mouth was perked up around the edges, being not so subtle with his glances on you.

Mattheo was just another case, he was staring at you, not minding the concernful eyes that gazed him down, clad with longing and desire, he didn't care about them.You dutifully paid him no attention.

The mist cleared when Marcus didn't come that evening and it wasn't a surprise when you found him in hospital wing later , poor boy even refusing to speak with you. Well done, mattheo.

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" Hey Y/n, heard you got stood up—" you shot bat boggey hex at Draco, with mere mumbling under your breath as you swinged your rucksack on one shoulder, feeling very tired.

Draco scowled but said nothing, Mattheo only smiled smugly.

" I was thinking—" Matheo started, you stomped your books down.

" Don't talk to me." You said, feeling anger boil inside you.

" I didn't do it on purpose." Mattheo dropped his gaze to your lips, you looked away.

" Oh really ?! " You huffed a humour less laugh that oddly sounded a croak.

" He..He talked shit about you babe, what was i supposed to do ? "

" Listen." Draco said, ducking his head when both you and Riddle glared at him.

" Well anything but to beat the pulp out of him." You cocked your head, wincing to think about the damage Mattheo had done, it would be a hard for Marcus to ever date again.

" He said he just wanted to fuck you and be done." His eyes glistented and you didn't know if Riddle could cry, he did when you broke up with him but—

" Said that he wasn't being serious so I shouldn't worry, just a fuck." He swallowed hard, his adam rolling up and readjusting again, every ring of his cartilage pressing around his skin.

" Tell me baby, what I was supposed to do ? Shouldn't I kill him ? What if...what if he broke your heart ? " He pressed down his forehead against you, Draco looked away, swaggering towards the other end of the corridor, others following.

You closed your eyes at the feel of him, Mattheo could be cold but how could you let go of this warmness that tingled your way, how could you forget the sweet darling boy who sung lullabies and wrote poetries for you, how could you ?

" He can't..." You gulped, " he can't break my heart Matty, you already did it." You sniffed hard, would it be okay if you just...just hugged him and kiss him for one last time, just once, would it be okay ?

" I am sorry darling, I am so sorry." He nuzzled closer, his nose caressing your cheek as he inahled you in, your scent, the way you made him crazy and feral. All of you.

" I hate myself for not hating you." You admitted, feeling your heart shedding off some burden.

" And I love myself for loving you, I tried..tried so hard and no one, my beloved, i can love no one like i love you." His lips pressed against the corner of your mouth, your whole body rippling in magnetic waves.

" You're a jerk." You told him, pulling him by his tie as a smile aroused him, soon it crashed against you, like lightening bolts set free as you tasted his sweetness, his tongue warm as you parted for him, let him take the lead.

A soft moan escaped and you shivered because you loved this boy, for so long you have, and only he could set you on fire and make you ablaze, only he could reduce you to ashes and breath you back in the air.

" Oh baby." He breathed against you, ever so handsy he grabbed for everything he could get, pulling you closer till there was nothing left you and him, his knees pressing between you legs as he relished in the sounds you could make, only for him.

" Matt..." Your voice was dazed with the pit in your stomach that lurched with the way he touched you, kissed you, had you.

" So long...so..my baby." He whispered against you lips, dipping to nib at your flushed swollen beaming lips.

" Oh my god." Your lids drooped back when his hands roughly slipped inside you shirt, kneading and squeezing your flesh, he was so needy and wild, like you always made him.

He downed your shirt, flushed as he pulled away when the bell rang and crowd started to emerge from classes.

"Go on a date with me." He pecked your cheeks, glancing to make sure your shirt wasn't riding up.

" Can't." You said, his nose scrunched up, " afraid my boyfriend might beat you up."

Mattheo's grin was splitting his whole face, his cheeks rushing with color and heat.

" Sounds like a jerk to me." He breathed, eyeing your lips and leaning in.

" Oh, he is." You winked, " always for me."

Don't blame me

[nottsangel]

cleaning up bloody mattheo after a fight 🤤🤤 and he’s still clenching his jaw and angry 🤤🤤 but he doesn’t want to scare you 🥹🥹

“this is going to sting” you warn as you press the cloth drenched with alcohol to his face to disinfect his wounds. to your surprise, he doesn’t show any pain—no flinching or screaming—making you raise an eyebrow. you analyse his facial expressions and realise the adreline is still pumping through his body— his jaw is clenched, eyes are narrowed and his knee is restlessly bouncing up and down. you aren’t even sure why he got into a fight in the first place, but you figured it’s best to give him some time to cool off before bombarding him with questions.

“fucking idiot. i should’ve hit him harder. fuck!” mattheo hisses, eyes fixed on the wall ahead, not even blinking as his tongue exasperatedly pokes the inside of his cheek. you feel uneasy, trying to keep your mouth shut to avoid infuriating him further as you dab the cloth against his wounds— but curiosity gets the better of you, and you can’t help but wonder what happened before you entered the room. “why did you fight, mattheo? what even happened?” you blurt out, your eyes moving to his narrowed ones, gazing at him with a worried expression.

“it’s not important.” he quickly mutters, shaking his head in disapproval as the memories rush back, yet still avoiding your puzzled gaze. you let out a defeated sigh, fully knowing that pushing further isn’t the smartest move— but you just can’t let it go.

“mattheo, just tell me what—”

“he called you a slut, alright? and i just— i just couldn’t let him get away with that shit. so yeah, i punched him, just like he deserved.”

your brows furrow with both empathy and concern as you gently cup his face with your hand, thumb brushing over his flushed cheek. “oh, baby…” you sigh softly, followed by pressing a gentle kiss to his head. “i’m proud of you, you know that?” mattheo’s brows knit together as he turns to meet your eyes for the first time, confusion evident on his face as he was fully expecting you to lecture him. “what— why?” “because he looked way, way worse than you do right now.”

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[deadghosy]

SLYTHERIN BOYS WITH AN ADHD!GF

Requested by: @lovemelikeyoulovemusic

A/N: ima slightly write it off my experience of adhd but remember that everyone’s adhd experience is different! 🫶🏾

Tom Riddle

You two are a good opposite duo 🫶🏾

He loves how you rant to him about anything really. He’s listening while somehow reading the book he has

When someone tries to tell you to be quiet. Immediately the room feels a chill.

He may not be pda like you, but he shows his caring side in a different light.

Mattheo Riddle

You like shenanigans, he does shenanigans.

You two are a match made in heaven! ☺️💗 honestly when you stim happily and tap your fingers around. Immediately he shows the same exact energy

He knows you can’t focus well, and shit he can’t either sometimes.

But he will always help you!

Theodore Nott

Is always interested in what you like

Could easily be distracted with you, as long as it doesn’t happen in class

He does find it creepy when you just stand there not blinking..for a long time.

Your sudden burst of energy always gives him serotonin.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Always gives you his hand when you need something to occupy yourself.

Your “out of no where mood swings” either of your period or just the random switch confuse him. But he is supportive.

He understands how you space out a lot and just think about things. He finds it adorable.

He understands how you can’t seem to focus. So he teaches you in a way that you are able to focus and memorize other than give up on you like idiots would.

[eternalbuckley]

[repost because i accidentally deleted the original post 💔]

18+ thoughts, minors dni, afab!reader

rockstar!mattheo whose heart you fully have and his songs are all about you. everyone knows you’re his and he’s yours. your boyfriend who loves to take pictures or sextapes of you while he‘s buried inside of you, you’re on top of him or whatever you do while you have sex. he even lets you film him if he‘s fucking you, fingering or eating you out. whatever dirty things you two do. those videos and pictures are privately saved for only the two of you.

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[blackthunder137]

⋆.˚✮˚.⋆imagine mattheo taking out all of his anger out on you- smut

mattheo's qudditch team unfortunately lost the match against hufflepuff. he was pissed off and upset. you thought the only way you could probably make him feel a little better was through letting him take his anger out on you aka him fucking you hard. it was not like you didn't try to talk him out of his anger. you did try, but it was getting the job done. you wanted him to feel better, and you wanted him to be a little relieved. when he came back from his match to his dorm with his wet strands of hair sticking out. he was a sight to behold. there wasn't a single day that went without you getting turned on by whatever mattheo does. whenever he did even a mundane task, that he would look smokingly hot in, would make your stomach do a somersault. he came right inside his dorm room, tossed his back aside and came right to you and planted a forehead kiss and sat beside you. after a while of complete silence, you whispered in his ear that you wanted to make him feel good. at this, his head snapped towards your direction, his eyes darken with lust. he immediately grabbed you by the throat and kissed you senselessly, with his tongue colliding with your and eliciting goosebumps all throughout your body. "fuck me." you said, breathlessly to which he tossed you harshly on the bed and quickly undid all of your clothing along with his. and while he is ravinging you, he would say things like "baby, you feel so good", "just like that, you can take it" and "fuck baby, you're so tight", "you look so pretty with my cum all over you" and he would groan A LOT during this fucking session. there would also be anal. he would tell you to get on all fours while he fucks you from behind. leave you a drooling mess. he would not stop after just one orgasm, he would go on and on. he, ofcourse fucks you till you see stars and are on the verge of passing out after which he ensures that you're cleaned up and then plants another kiss, this time a light one on your lips and say, "you're the best thing that has ever happened to me".

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[storiesfromafan]

Catching Feelings - Mattheo x Reader

A/N: not sure how I feel about this one, but I decided to post it anyways haha.

Prompt: “What part of I want you, and only you, do you not understand?” “And what part of why would you? Don’t you not understand?”

It had started out a casual hook up. Snog in a deserted hallway. Some over the clothing petting in the dungeons. Sneaking around in the Astronomy Tower for some no pants fun. It was great for you and Mattheo. The thrills and fun without the attachments a relationship entailed.

Well it had been great. Until Mattheo started to act weird, both with his words and wanting more time with you. Even when no pants time seemed to take a while to get too. He would make small talk, while you were the one to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. And when he grasped your hands, halting what you were wanting to get too. That was it.

“Forget it" you sighed in frustration, grabbing your discarded cardigan before taking off back to the Slytherin common room.

He called out to stop you, tried to persuade you to stay. But it was no use, you were gone. And Mattheo sat there frustrated in more ways than one. For he physically wanted you, the evidence in his pants making it obvious. But he was also emotionally attached to you. Wanting to be around you, talk to you, hold you, kiss you. The guy was enthralled with you, bewitched mind and body. He wasn't quiet at soul, but part of him thought you were kindred spirits.

The following few days you avoided him. Keeping to yourself and always with a friend. And that was pissing Mattheo off. No to mention having this time to think clearly, Mattheo realised that what had been fun, looks to have turned into him liking you. And he now wasn't just mad with you, but also himself. For Mattheo Riddle doesn't catch feelings. He isn't meant to be a one girl kind of guy. Yet, he was willing to try it with you.

Getting a chance, though a sliver of one, you had just walked out of the female's lavatory. Grabbing your arm, Mattheo dragged you into a deserted hall, away from anyone or any noise. Once it sunk in to who had grabbed you, you yanked your arm from their hold.

“What the Hell Mattheo!?” You whispered yelled, glaring daggers at the male before you.

The male in questioned, did his best to look unfazed. Yet wondered if you had felt the sweat on his hands, or hear how his heart was racing. Could you see through his act? For he felt there were chips in the mask on his face.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He asked with as flat a voice he could.

You looked at him for a moment, before sighing and crossing your arms over your chest. “Really? This is why you kidnapped me".

“I didn't kidnap you. I dragged you. You're free to leave anytime" he retorted with a soft glare.

“Fine" was all you said, moving to walk back the way you had come.

With two steps Mattheo moved to block you. Sputtering out a bunch of words that even he didn’t understand. But after he took a second to un-jumble his thoughts. Mattheo explained that he had only wanted to talk, and give him five minutes. You mulled it out before saying, alright I'll give you five minutes.

“Why have you been avoiding me (Y/N/N)? I waited in the Astronomy Tower the other night, but you didn't show up...” the last part came out a little whiny, which made Mattheo cringe.

Again you sighed. “I don't know...maybe I thought you'd want to talk" you replied dropping your bag on a bench, looking over the bust of some old witch.

“What's so wrong with talking...?” Mattheo asked quietly.

You shot him a are you serious look. “I thought this" – you gestured between you both – “was casual. In other words, no talking or attachment".

Mattheo straightened up, “well...ah, yeah?”

“Really?” You stared him down, not buying his words.

Mattheo sighed. He couldn't deny it further, could he?

“Look Mattheo, it's best we end it here. Cut our losses, yeah?” You finally said, voice void of emotion.

You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. You walked past him and patted him on the back. Sharing some last parting words with the Slytherin male. When you were done, and no response from Mattheo, you began to head back to the populated halls.

As if being struck by lightening, Mattheo shot around, eyes wide watching your retreating form. “I like you!” He blurted out.

You paused, about to round the corner. You stood there for a minute, which had Mattheo thinking you may not have heard him. Finally you slowly turned around, eyes drawn together in confusion. Slowly you moved back to him, yet kept some distance between you both.

“Come again?” You finally croaked out.

Mattheo fidgeted from foot too foot, gaze looking anywhere but at you. He felt like a child that was in trouble. “I said...I like you...”

Slowly you nodded. “That's what I thought you said", you paused for a moment to think over your next lot of words carefully. “Look, Mattheo...I'm not the girl for you. I am uncaring, mouthy and too smart for the good of anyone”.

“That's fine with me" he replied quickly, staring you in the eyes.

You sighed. “Why would you? You can do better then me".

And with that you turned and began to walk off once more. Again Mattheo called out to you, sputtering out for you to stop or wait, and other things. But this time you didn't let up. Which lead to Mattheo being hot on your heels. Thankfully no students were around, but you could hear them in the distance.

“What part of I want you, and only you, do you not understand?” Mattheo called, anger rising when his attempts to get you to talk to him failed.

Finally you stopped, turning around to glare at the male. “And what part of why would you? Don’t you not understand?” was your retort.

The sound that came out of Mattheo's mouth was a cross between a cry of frustration and anguish of pain. Gripping his hair, he noted how you were so frustrating. Why wouldn’t you want him? Was there someone else you wanted to be with? If so, who, so he could take care of them. Was he ugly? Both physically and personality wise? His mind was swimming with questions.

“Mattheo...” you said softly, grabbing his attention. “This, you and me wouldn't work. And you know that. We're too different. Let's just...let it be".

When you got no response from Mattheo, you took that as your cue to leave. And off you went. While Mattheo stood there. Crushed, but determined. Determined to win you over. He believe part of you had to feel the same, or partially at least. Maybe you were scared, he liked to tell himself. Yes, that's what he was going with. And he would get you. No matter what or the cost.

[nottswitch]

Hi beautiful! :) <3

I really love this prompt thing idea, I think I could send like 10 asks 😭

Can you do a fluff or angst (or both) one with 23 and 115 for Mattheo/Theo?

hey there babe, thanks for your request 💘 i def wouldn’t be against ten asks, i’m having so much fun with these!! decided to pick mattheo and fluff for this one.

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23. "please, don’t cry."

115. "you’re drunk, honey."

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mattheo was pretty exhausted after his quidditch practice, which ran late today, and the only things he wanted at the moment were a good hot shower and cuddles with you, his girlfriend. he was on his way to your dorm, his duffel bag over the shoulder, looking rather worn out.

the sight of your girlfriends stumbling out of your dorm, a vivid trail of alcohol behind them, and giggling to themselves made mattheo roll his eyes, a short but amused chuckle escaping him. you didn’t tell him you were going to have a wine night with the girls, and the prospect of your tipsy self being his companion for the evening was equal parts adorable and annoying.

he entered right after the girls left, and the sight that met him was just as he expected – you on the bed, in a cute little nightgown, an empty glass in your hand, which you were still holding up to your lips, trying to get the last drop out. the view of your thighs in that nightgown was very tempting, but mattheo restrained himself – you were drunk, after all.

"hi, sweet girl," he said in the softest voice he could manage, even though he couldn’t completely get rid of the amusement. "and sweet jesus…" he added in a murmur, shaking his head when he saw three – three! – wine bottles scattered on the floor next to the bed.

"matty?"

you lifted your head up, meeting his gaze with your pretty, glossy eyes, and mattheo had to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent a huge grin from spreading on his lips. the corners of his mouth were still curled up, though.

"yeah, matty," he answered, tossing his bag aside and sitting down on the edge of the bed, looking at you with a small tilt of his head. you mirrored his action, tilting your own head to the side, and sighed, reaching out to trace your finger along his cheek. it didn’t linger, though, since you barely had any strength to hold up your arm, and your hand fell onto the bed, eliciting a giggle from you.

"how was-" a hiccup. "how was practice, baby?" you finally managed to ask, placing your glass on the bedside table. too close to the edge, though, because mattheo had to use his reflexes to catch it halfway to the floor.

"just the usual," he answered while placing the glass safely out of your reach, unable to hold in a small laugh. "you’re drunk, honey," he noted, not putting it past you to deny this obvious fact.

you pouted, hearing a hint of judgement in his voice – it wasn’t actually there, but your wasted mind sensed it nevertheless. a crease settled between your eyebrows, because how was it fair of mattheo, of all people, to judge you for having just a little – a little! – with your girls?

"hey, hey," mattheo quickly corrected himself, seeing that his commentary wasn’t necessary at the moment. his hand rested on your flushed cheek, wiping away a stray tear that escaped your eye – a sign of your emotional vulnerability, which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in your drunken state. "please, don’t cry," he murmured, giving you a small, reassuring smile to let you know that he wasn’t judgemental, just a little amused.

the pout didn’t go away. mattheo did his best to stifle a chuckle, shifting on the bed to move closer and pull you into a gentle hug. he knew he’d have to deal with his drunk girlfriend for the rest of the evening, which wasn’t what he was expecting after the tiring practice, but he couldn’t complain, not really. it was you, after all, and you were, for the lack of a better word, perfect.