Matheo Riddle Imagines

Drunk

"Matheo, you need to get into bed." You say with growing agitation. How did you end up helping Matheo after he got drunk at some stupid slytherin party? You knew nobody else would help him and as much as you hated to admit it, you cared.

"Nooooo, I'm dirty" He said in a whiny yet cute voice. You had never seen him like this. Sure you talked in your classes with him and you were always nice, but he never returned that kindness.

"Well what do you want me to do about it?" You said trying to sound as calm as possible. You were hoping Matheo didn't turn into an angry drunk, even though so far he was just acting like a cinnamon roll. Which considering how he is sober, was a bit concerning.

"I don't know" he said with a goofy smile. "Well I'm not helping you shower, do you wanna change your clothes?" You asked trying to speed things up. "Mhmm" he said closing his eyes tiredly and shaking his head innocently.

You couldn't help but giggle a little at his cuteness. "Okay, come on." You said trying to pull Matheo up off of the chair he was sitting in. "No." He said in a childish voice while crossing his arms. "Ugh. You're to difficult." You said in response.

You walked over to his dresser and opened drawers until you found his T-shirts. You grabbed him a comfy black T-shirt and then walked over to where he was still sitting after refusing to move.

"Okay, arms up." You commanded. He sighed tiredly and lazily lifted his arms up. "Good job" you congratulated him. You then hesitated. God this was so weird. Okay just do it, you told yourself. You reached for the bottom of the shirt he was currently wearing and pulled it off of him.

"Geez, you haven't even bought me dinner yet." Matheo joked with a goofy smirk. To this you rolled your eyes. This somehow was funny to him as it through him into a laughing fit. You took a deep breath in and waited for him to calm down a little before saying, "okay, haha very funny now can I put this clean shirt on you now?". He was still clearly hysterical, and just nodded. "Arms up again!" You said trying to sound encouraging. He lifted them up. You then put the black shirt on him.

"Are you ready to go into bed now?" You asked hoping he wouldn't continue to resist. To this he just look down hinting at his pants. He was wearing jeans. "Do you need me to change your pants too?" You asked annoyed and uncomfortable. He just nodded with puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes, took a deep breath and said, "fine". You bent over a little to unbuckle his belt. After that you unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off carefully. You felt the heat in your cheeks from the awkwardness of this situation. "You know what, you don't need pants just uh- sleep in your boxers." You said desperately trying to get him to go to sleep.

He didn't respond and just stared with a blank expression. However he felt about it, that's what was gonna happen. "Before I bring you to your bed, drink this." You said handing him a cold glass of water. He looked at it in disgust. "Gross." He said rudely. "Trust me, you'll thank me in the morning." You said trying to sound positive. He shook his head. "Fine, I didn't want to tell you this but it's actually tequila." You slopply lied. He looked at you not convinced. "See," you said while taking a little sip of it and making a funky face. "Hoo and it is strong!" You said convincingly. "I might just keep this for myself." You continued your lie. This changed the expression in Matheos face from disgusted to intrigued. He though about it for a second. "No, I want it ." He commanded. You pretended to look upset and then gave it to him.

He chugged down the whole thing. "Wow, that is strong." He said with a sour face. You held back your laughter from how gullible he was drunk. "Okay, time for bed" you said trying to pull him up. "Uuughhhh." He groaned. You looked at him with a face that showed you were done with his games. "Fine." He said angrily.

You pulled him up without much resistance from him and walked him over to his bed.

You were trying to plop him down on his bed but in the process he continued to hold on to you making you fall down with him. Somehow he ended up planked over you blocking you from moving.

"Matheo, please move so I can get up." You said kindly trying not to sound as impatient as you were getting. He smirked, clearly enjoying the power he currently had. "Hmmmm," he began pretending to be thinking. "No." He finally said with a smirk. "I need to get back to my dorm, please get off of me." You said sounding more and more irritated. "How about... no." He said with an even bigger smirk. You sighed in annoyance refusing to look at him.

"Okay fine." He said in defeat. You turned to head to look at him again with a smile forming. "Thank y-" you began to say before Matheo started to get up, grabbed you and pulled you over so you were cuddling with him as the little spoon.

"Matheo!!!" You shouted angrily. This made him laugh and hold on tighter. The more you squirmed, the tighter his grip got. You eventually just gave up.

A little bit of time had gone by and Matheo had fallen asleep. Now was your chance to escape. You slowly tried to pull away from him but even in his sleep his grip was strong. Your movements woke him up, though he was pretty delusional still. "What are you doing?" He asked concerned. "I need to go to my dorm." You whispered. Matheo sighed. His hot breath on your neck sent shivers down you spine. "Please don't leave me." He whispered. His tone of voice made your heart break a little. He put his head in the crook of your neck. You took a deep breath and finally said. "Okay, I'll stay." You knew he was drunk and probably would be mad in the morning. But you could just sneak out early or something.

You could feel his lips form a smile on you neck. You relaxed your body and he pulled you back in to cuddle. He sighed happily and then drifted off into a sleep. Eventually you did too.

A/N- 1119 words?! Anyways let me know if y'all want a part 2 of this of like the morning or something or if you just want a new imagine. Thank you for reading ❤️