His Princess | Mattheo Riddle x OC

~ Forbidden Attractions ~

TW: SMUTT MLS-

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I sat on the bed across Mattheo, I decided on not telling him about- yeah.

Not yet at least.

But that was yesterday, today was a different day.

We had to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow and I am so excited.

But ever since- that thing happened.. I'd found myself wanting more.. I liked Mattheo touching me.. in places only he could..

I look up to see Mattheo already looking at me, a small smirk on his face.

"W-What?" I mumble out.

"You want what again, princess?" He asks and my cheeks burn as I realise he was reading my mind. Fuck off Riddle.

He chuckles to himself before he asks me again, "What did you say, Aura?"

"N-Nothing." I tell him looking away nervously as he pushes himself off his side of the bed and places his arms on either side of me. So close..

"Look at me, love, are you nervous?" He smirks, "Do I make you nervous?"

"No.." I lie through my teeth.

"Then why won't you look at me?" He asks, his eyes now dark as he slowly tilts my head towards him. Mattheo reaches for his wand, casting a spell quietly, "Muffliato." I hear him whisper.

"W-Why'd you d-do that?" I ask him, though already knowing the answer.

"We both know why." He says, leaning down so our lips were almost touching.

So close, yet so far.

"I-I don't th-think I do.." I watch as he smirks, pushing me down, his hand goes to my waist, the other resting beside me for support.

"I think you're lying." His minty breath fans me before I'm met with his soft lips. He kisses me slowly at first, but then starts getting more rough as his hand goes from my waist to my tights.

"You wearing this all day without me being able to just rip them off almost killed me, love." He says as he plays with the band. He trails his kisses down from my lips to my neck, biting down and easily finding me sweet spot. I moan softly as Mattheo cups my sensitive area through my pants.

"Can I?" He pauses to ask, tugging lightly on the waistband. I nod in return but he was still waiting.

Words. The conversation fills my mind again and I quickly answer with a small, "Yes."

Mattheo hurries to pull the pants off, kissing my lips before pulling my shirt off too. I lay under him in only my bra and underwear.

"Isn't this a little unfair, Mattheo?" I ask and he chuckles in reply.

"My bad, love, also keep calling me that. It's all you'll be able to say very soon." He says as he pulls his shirt off. I think I just morphed into a tomato.

"Lay back down and spread your legs." Mattheo says and I slowly do. He reaches behind my back, his cold rings sending shivers down my spine as they graze my skin. He unclasps my bra and pulls my underwear down at the same time.

"So wet, love." He whispers against my heat, as he blows air onto it. I try closing my legs by reflex but he pushes my thighs apart, with one hand on each of them.

I watch as he kisses my thighs and everywhere but where I wanted him to. I grown impatient, "Matthe- oh.." I moan softly, leaning my head back when I feel him lick my clit.