MATTHEO RIDDLE; one shots

You watched as the students from both Ravenclaw and Slytherin zoomed around the pitch, but most of your focus was allocated to the curly haired Slytherin seeker that just happened to look extremely attractive when he was focused on his role

Maybe it was the way his beautiful brown eyes followed the snitch across the pitch, or it might have been the way his hair fell messily into his face as he moved hastily. Either way, you could barely take your eyes off of him

You were just a tad too happy about Slytherin winning the entire match. But it was for a multitude of reasons. One of those reasons was that; finally you would get him to yourself and none of the other girls could stare at him any longer. That's a down side of secretly dating one of the most attractive boys in your year. You're never the only one checking him out

The time it took him to finish showering and changing was almost never-ending. You felt as if you had been standing outside the changing rooms for hours, when it could have only been at least half an hour

Luckily enough, Mattheo was the last player to leave the changing rooms. That meant I could go in there without anyone seeing me and oh, boy; did I need to see him at that moment. I gave it a few minutes for everyone to leave the pitch before I walked inside and looked for him

"All right over there, love?" He called out in a raspy tone from behind his small locker door as he ruffled through his bags and cases inside it

"You did well today, Mattheo." You crossed your arms and slowly walked over to him and he hummed out a laugh

"I saw you watching. You don't like to make it discrete, do you, darling?" His hand reached around as he pushed the door closed and looked over at you

"What? I don't know what you mean." He chuckled at your answer and gestured his index and middle fingers for you to come forth and stand a little bit closer to him. You did so hesitantly, stepping a few feet closer to him

"Don't think I didn't see you checking me out the entire match in the corner of my eye, and I wasn't even paying any attention to you." The curly haired boy reached out for your chin and pulled you closer to him. "I'd be more careful next time, love. If Nott or even Parkinson were paying the slightest amount of attention to you then this little thing we have going on wouldn't be much of a secret anymore now would it?" He placed an ardent kiss on your lips

"Parkinson was far too busy watching you, she wouldn't have noticed me." You grumbled, kissing him back softly and feeling his soft lips curl into a smile. He could sense jealousy radiating off of you

"Jealous are we, darling?" He whispered in your ear, nibbling on the lobe slightly and you could feel a tight smirk forming on his perfect features at your reaction to his words and actions

"I'm not...jealous as such. That's such a childish emotion" he laughed at your words and started kissing down your throat all the way to the collar of your shirt

"It is, isn't it?" His tongue rolled along the line of your throat "Especially when I'm yours, angel, I look at nobody the way I look at you. So you have no reason to be jealous, do you understand me?" You could feel his words vibrating against your neck before he pulled back and looked you straight in the eyes

"Mhm..." you mumbled and leaned into his lips

"You are such a pretty girl. Why would I ever want anyone that isn't you? You are everything I want, everything I crave." He spoke between kisses against your soft lips, pecking his bottom lip and tugging it back with his teeth

"Everything you crave?"

"Every second of every day, I crave you. I crave sinking between your sweet thighs and making you scream for me, but I know I can't do it. I would fuck you senseless in front of everyone in this school if I could, but you would never let me do such a thing...would you?" He let your lip go from between his teeth

You shook your head as a response. He pushed you up against the lockers and made space for his thigh between yours, humming when he heard you gasp into his lips, drinking the sound up like a glass of whiskey

"Are you wearing a new perfume?" The curly haired boy asked, inhaling deeply through his nose and looking into your eyes sharply

"It's not new, I've just never worn it for you before."

"For me before? You wear your perfumes for me, love? How sweet." He taunted, his tongue massaging the inside of his own cheek to avoid the imminent smirk threatening to form

His hands were planted firmly on your hips while he continued to stare into your eyes, as if to be reading you like the pages of a book and his chocolate brown eyes looked so perfect in the light shining into them

"Don't get too cocky there, L'estrange." You scoffed and another soft and omniscient and raspy chuckle was earned from him

He laughed out a tut and scoff "Oh, we're on surname basis now? Okay, Y/l/n." His teeth nipped at your neck as he laid sweet love-bites down the nape of it, making your toes curl at the sensation and your eyes to roll back into your head. He had never marked you like this before, almost as if he was claiming you as his own

"Speaking of jealousy. How do you think I feel when I see you with that pig...what was his name again? Oh, yes. Adrian bloody Pucey." His tongue rolled into his cheek in anger at the memory "just knowing he's had his grimy hands on you makes me..."

"I'm yours...only yours..." you whimpered when his hand slid down your thigh to cup your pussy through your knickers in a nothing but teasing manner

"That's right, you're mine, aren't you? Nobody else can touch you like this because they can't make you feel as good as I can. I know all the ways to make you scream my name..." He let off a proud smirk that could have lit up the entire room, but he was far from done. His index digit circled around your clit through the fabric in the way

"...I know all the ways to make you arch your back..." Mattheo's eyes were blazing with a scorching heat and lust "...all the ways to make you squirm..." He dipped his hand under the waistband and before you knew it, he was doing unspeakable things

"O...Oh, hell...Mattheo...p...please" you whimpered, but it was absolutely no use. His shit eating grin only grew wider as he lathered your wetness on his finger and began to massage your already aching and throbbing clit with vigor

You had no idea what you were pleading for. Mattheo to stop? Mattheo to keep going? Mattheo to go faster? Mattheo to go slower? You couldn't even think straight

"That's it, angel, give yourself to me...just let me please you...let me claim you." He hummed into your collarbone as he undid the buttons on your blouse with his perfectly nimble fingers to be able to reach it effortlessly

"This...is embarrassing...I can't...I won't be able to..." Once again you couldn't form the right words to express the dictionary length list of emotions he was making you feel

"Oh, you're close already? Hold it. I'm not finished with you yet." He wasn't letting up on you and neither were his fingers, they continued to rub in harsh circles against your burning clit and you knew you wouldn't be able to take much more of his torturous behaviour

"Mattheo, I can't, it's too good...I can't...I'm too close..." Your breathing began to get erratic and he knew what was coming, he knew you wouldn't be able to hold it but wanted to see you squirm

"Be a good girl and hold it, I don't want to have to overstimulate you and ruin you just yet, darling."

"S...Slow down at least...at this rate you're going to draw it out of me...mmm...before I even have a chance to register it..." His eyebrows knitted together in thought, slowing his digits down slightly and you were able to relax against the lockers

"Does it feel good, love? Tell me how good it feels." The lewd sound of his finger rubbing across your lubed centre was enough to drive you mad

"So good...it feels so good...too good..." Your words made something inside him snap. The curly haired boy sped up his movements with absolutely no warning whatsoever and you came

You came, screaming and crying out his name and many different courses as he helped you through your release with his talented hands and fingers

"There you go, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He kissed your temple softly and you looked up at him. Did he not need to come?

"Are you not...?"

"Not what? Not hard? I'm very hard, but you're too sensitive right now. Your legs are shaking and you can barely even keep your eyes open. Give yourself a minute, sweetheart."

"But-"

"No buts, Y/n. If I even do so much as tap your clit I'd be concerned that your legs might give out on the spot." He chuckled and pulled out his hand from your knickers