Slytherin boys one shots/imagines

A Night Well Spend - pt.2

Y/n followed him as he took her to his dorm. He had his own dorm, all for himself. It was nicer than she excepted, she looked around. In the room was a small fireplace facing a couch, in the middle of the room there was a huge bed. Big windows but still it was really dark. There were paintings on the wall from people and places she does not even know about. The scenery felt almost magical.

"You can make your self at home." He let out a chuckle. Y/n sat down on the couch, her head was killing her. Pansy was right, this was dumb. Mattheo came back with a glass of water in his hand. "What's this for?" Y/n asked. "It's a tea party." Y/n looked at him confused. "No of course not you idiot, it's for you. You think I would make out with someone who's half unconscious? I do have my limits." He said stern. "What do you mean make out?" Y/n asked confused. "Don't play dumb y/l/n, we both know why we're here." Y/n softly laughed at his words.

They sat there in silence, y/n finished her glass of water. Mattheo looked at her, "How do you feel?"
"Better thank you." Y/n looked over to him. They stared at each other. Y/n did feel a lot better, that glass helped sober her up a bit. Even tough her headache was killing her, she felt comfortable sitting next to him.

"Can I use your restroom?" Y/n asked him. "Ye sure, you know where to find it." Y/n stood up and walked over to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror, she looked like a total wreck. Fuck me, does he really need to see at my worst?? She thought to herself. She splashed some water in her face, trying to freshen up. She fixed her hair a little when she heard a knock. "Y/n, can I come in?" She walked over to the door and opened it, seeing Mattheo standing in front of her holding a t-shirt. "I got you something, maybe a little more comfortable." He said as he hinted at her dress with his eyes. "Thank you, but I'm fine." She said. Mattheo walked over to her, "Let me help.." he said softly. He took one of the straps of her dress with one hand, with the other hand he zipped down her dress. Y/n felt his warm breath on her neck, she grabbed her hair and pulled it to the front, revealing her back. Mattheo's hands made it down to her waist while slightly letting go of the dress. His hands now on her waist, his hands were a little cold, but not in a bad way. He got closer to her and whispered, "Just tell me to stop and I will." He said making sure the words really got to her.

His hands still on her waist as he buried his face into her neck, leaving traces of his love. Y/n could feel his hair tickling her neck. He made his way to her spine, and traced it down with his finger. Mattheo spun her around, lifted her up and sat her down on the bathroom counter. Her dress was now down to her ankles, stuck behind her heels. He grabbed the dress and put it on the floor and went to take off her heels, "Don't want to get hurt with those pointy things of yours." He said jokingly. He looked back over to her. Y/n was wide awake it was almost as she was never drunk. She was so in the moment, and so into him.

Mattheo got closer again, he put her panties to the side. "God you're wet for me." He said admiring. He put one finger into her while his thumb was rubbing her clit. "Fuck Mattheo, please a heads up would be appreciated next time." Y/n said as she tried to stay calm as he slightly took his finger in and out of her.  "You think you can handle two love?" Y/n swallowed and nodded. He went in with another finger, still massaging her clit, noticing the look on Y/n's face. Y/n let out a moan, "This is nothing yet, trust me." He said with smirk. He took out his fingers, and left Y/n wet. "Just a second dear." He picked her up and walked her over to the bed, he placed her down and crawled on top of her. "You still want this?" He asked, wanting her consent. Y/n nodded, he took his chance. He unbuttoned his shirt while Y/n was starting at his jeans.

Y/n laid on her back waiting for Mattheo to do his thing. Mattheo put his hands next to her head, and slid into her. Y/n let out a screech, Mattheo grabbed her hands and Y/n squeezed them tightly. Mattheo was softly pumping inside of her, looking at her face and taking into account on how she is doing. Y/n let go of his hands and put her hands on his bare back. Mattheo picked up the pace and went in and little harder and faster. "Mattheo fuck, you're gonna break me."
Y/n said out of breath. Mattheo still on top of her went in for her lips, connecting them passionately while still going in and out of her.
Y/n kissed him back and let a slight moan slip between her lips. Mattheo went even faster after the sound of her moan, Y/n hold his back firmly and scratched it, not to deep, but just enough to make Mattheo whimper. "God y/n, don't stop. You feel so good my love, you're doing so well." Mattheo noticed Y/n was almost there, he thrusted hard just once and that was enough for the both of them to release.

Mattheo rolled over, and laid next to Y/n on his back. They are both out of breath, Mattheo turned his head around to look at Y/n. Taking in her beauty, her small breaths, her hair what was now looking like a complete mess. Mattheo sat up after a few moments and said, "I'll clean you up, just wait here." And so she did, she waited for him to come back. She was in disbelief of what just had happened, staring at the ceiling. She could already feel the soreness starting to form in her legs. Mattheo came back and cleaned her up, he gave her the shirt she rejected earlier. Y/n put the shirt on, it was way too big for her. But she had to admit it was very comfortable, and it smelled like him.

Mattheo laid back down with her on the bed, he opened his arms. Y/n took the hint and crawled on to him, she was exhausted, drained. It did not take long for her to doze off. Mattheo held her tightly and caressed her hair, when he finally fell asleep aswell.

Light came through the curtains, you could already hear the voices on the other side of the wall becoming louder. Mattheo opened his eyes noticing some weight on top of him. His first reaction was fright, but then he saw who it was. He slipped from underneath her, trying his best not to wake Y/n. He walked over to the bathroom took a quick but steamy shower. When he got back, his hair dripping wet, a towel on the lower half of his body, he saw her sitting up on the bed. Their eyes met, Y/n looked away trying to see the time. "Fuck." She mumbled. Mattheo followed her eyes, noticing the time. "Fuck." Mattheo said.

Y/n sprung off the bed, her legs failing her. Her legs collapsed, she fell to the floor. Mattheo sprinted to her, helping her up. Y/n took his arms and lifted herself back on his bed. She could feel the cold water droplets falling on her skin. "Mattheo, how hard did we go?" She said worrying. "I'm sorry dear." He left out a chuckle. "I'm gonna be late for potions... And I can't even walk!" Y/n said as she buried her face into the palms of her hands. "Look we'll just say-.." Mattheo tried to come up with an excuse to tell Snape but Y/n cut him off. "He hates me Mattheo, I will be in detention for the next two weeks." She snapped. "I'm sure it will be fine." He tried to reassure her. "Let's just at least give you a shower. You can keep the shirt, I don't think that dress of yours will do you any good now." Mattheo helped her shower, get changed. Y/n obviously had not known she was going the spend her night in Mattheo Riddle's dorm, she did not have her unfiorm, Snape is not going to be pleased.

They walked to their class together, fully aware that they were almost 20 minutes late. "Alright you go in first, I'll follow a few seconds after."
Y/n told him her plan, he nodded in approval. He walked in the classroom, noticed he was getting looks from his friends, especially from Theo. He sat down next to Theo, ignoring all further eye contact. A few secondes later Y/n walked inside, well more like stumbled. Pansy looked at Mattheo and then back at her. Y/n sat down, Snape noticed the two of them sneaking into his classroom. "I see you two had a bit of fun last night." He said stern and slowly. Y/n opened her mouth to respond. "Detention Y/l/n, 3 weeks." Mattheo, sitting on the other end of the classroom gave her a look and left out small chuckle. "Same for you Mr. Riddle." They looked at each other, nodding and understanding that what had happened tonight, was no mistake and totally worth detention. You could say, a night wel spend.