Mattheo riddle imagines

Do it

(Song: Shameless or Shut up and listen)

(first person)

There he was. Everywhere I go, he's there. My classes, the corridors, Hogsmeade , 3 broomsticks. I just want to have one place where he isn't there to irritate me. His crooked smile, his cocky attitude and those stupid cigarettes he leaves on the pavement. Now every time I leave my dorm, I have to be cautious because whenever he notices me, he makes a rude remark or embarrasses me. I wonder what he will say this time.

I'm at the library, trying to study for the upcoming test, when the smell of cologne, mint and parchment hits me. He's here. Great.

I turn around expecting to see Mattheo, but I am greeted by an unfamiliar face. He's tall, blonde and shoots a charming smile my way.

"You must be Andrea Peverell, I'm Cormac McLaggen," He offers me his hand for a shake.

I place my hand in his, " Nice to meet you, is there something you need?" I give him a small smile, I'm not used to boys talking to me, if it's not for homework.

"Uh yeah . I was wondering if you had a date to the ball this weekend?"

He gives me a hopeful smile.

I look at him shocked that he asked me.

"Um-"

"Cormac!" 

Of course he's here now.

Mattheo strides to us and puts his hands on Cormac's shoulders.

"What's going on over here?" He looks at me then to Cormac.

"Uh I was just asking Andrea if she had a date to the ball already, so if she didn't-"

Mattheo snorts, then points to me, "Didn't you tell me you're already taking you're cousin like you did last year?"

"What-" I try to stop him from saying anything more embarrassing.

Cormac's eyes widen.

"Yeah, dude, last time she paid her cousin to pretend to be her date." 

Mattheo lets out a laugh, while Cormac looks at me trying to hide his disgust.

"Didn't you Andrea?"

"No I-"

"You know what, I have to go," Cormac turns around. "See you around."

Once he was out of sight, Mattheo laughs, unable to control his laughter.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" 

"Woah calm down princess." He puts his hands up in defence.

"Did you really have to do that? Who am I supposed to bring now?" I rub my temple .

"You're cousin," He snorts one more time as I hit him with my book.

"You need help."

"Hey I did you a favour," He points his finger in front my face, "You can't go with a idiot like Cormac."

"You don't get to decide who I go with!"

I let out a frustrated sigh while I stare into his eyes.

"Thanks to you I won't have a date!"

He looks at me for a few moments.

"Hey, look I'm sorry-" He begins.

"No! I don't need your apology." I start to pack my books into my bag.

"Then what do you need princess?"

I drop my bag on the table and look at him.

"I need you to stop calling me that and fuck off." 

I put my bag on and start to walk away, when he stops in front of me, blocking my path.

"It's not very lady-like to swear you know?" He leaned towards me.

"Get fucked."

He blinked in surprise before his lips formed an amused smirk. Moving his head even closer, he stares deep into my eyes. My heart rate increases. Mattheo is very unpredictable, I never know what he's going to do next. 

He finally speaks.

"You'll know better than to talk to me like that."

"Your name has given you too much confidence."

"Better confident than a conceited princess." He teases.

My jaw clenches as my hand forms into a fist. Mattheo looks down at my hands, noticing what I want to do.

"Do it," He taunted, his smile turning smug.

Typical. Men always think they know everything.

"Alright," I shrugged and hit him across the face.

Mattheo touches his jaw, and steps back shocked. I frantically try to get away before he snaps back into reality. He's quick to grab my waist and pin me to the wall behind me.  He uses his other hand to keep mine in place above my head. I look up at him, his tall, muscular body towers over mine. His deep brown eyes stare at me as I look at his ,now, bruising jaw. I refuse to look into his eyes. He presses his body against mine, blocking me from escaping. Goosebumps form on my body as his hands move slowly up from my waist to the side of my head, angling my jaw so my eyes would meet his.

"I hate you." I spit out.

"I hate you too."

"Fine."

"Fine."

As I take a deep breath, his eyes flicker towards my lips.

I expected his kiss. It was right there between us, waiting hungrily. I didn't expect his hands, so rough and hard before, to hold my face gently. I didn't anticipate his the furrow of his brows, almost as if he were in pain. 

I tilt my chin, wanting this, needing this so badly.

Please.

He laid his lips to mine, kissing me softly, slowly. The world turned around,  blurring and disappearing. I had to hold his wrists to keep me from slipping away with it, gasping at the sensation that came up roaring inside of me.

My lips parted with that gasp, and Mattheo, with a groan of pure want, kissed me again, this time hard and deep.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him, opening my mouth to take all of his kiss. The taste of his tongue, the heat of his mouth. Our bodies dance together, moving in sync, fitting perfecting. Our tongues slid and tangled when the kiss went deep. Teeth and lips hit. On and on, we dance and in the back of my mind, I knew I'd been right about Mattheo: if you had him, you had all of him. His kiss was the purest essence of him: intense, fiery, devoted entirely to the moment. There was no space for anything else. His body pressed to mine, his hands on my body, his sweat, his mouth...

He was too much. My instinct balked used to thinking it was too much. But no, he was giving me everything and I was taking it. I could take it. And i wanted more.

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