MATURE
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You sat on your boyfriends bed, the dark sheets enveloping your body as you watched him sat at his desk studying. He was wearing a plain white shirt with a pair of grey joggers, his hair a mess as he stared down at the parchment in front of him, twirling his quill between his fingers.
"I don't get it." He mumbled, his eyes moving to the bed and where you were sat, a book in your hand as you body sunk into the duvet under you.
You shrugged, your eyes meeting your book again. "I don't understand why you didn't ask for some extra help." You replied. Mattheo has been offered support in the majority of his classes since he was quite far behind on the work - yet his pride forced them to reject them all.
He stood up and wandered over to his bed, throwing himself next to you and pushed your body further to the wall so he had space. Mattheo rested his head in his hand, his elbow meeting he pillow while he stared up at you. "What you reading?"
You laughed to yourself before closing the book, placing it down behind you on the bed before laying down to join Mattheo. "Nothing."
He smirked, his hand touching your hair and pushing a strand behind your ear. "You're so beautiful."
You smiled at his gesture and leaned into kiss him, his lips joining yours in a slow, yet passionate kiss. He leaned over you, his arm outstretching behind you before climbing on top of your figure.
He pulled away from the kiss with raised eyebrows as he opened the book he had managed to snatch from you, your small knitted bookmark causing it to open to the page you were on previously.
"Give it back!" You erupted into laughter as you tried to grab the book from your boyfriends who was sat on top of you, his legs straddling your hips so you couldn't move. "Mattheo!"
He chuckled and swatted your hand away, his eyes trained on the words he was reading, his eyes wide. "Didn't know this was the stuff you were into." He smirked.
You felt your cheeks heat up and covered your face with your hands. "God this is so embarrassing." You giggled.
Mattheo put the book down back on the bed next to you and grabbed your wrists to pull your hands away from your face. He smiled softly at the expression of mortification you had and looked back into your eyes. "You should've told me you liked that stuff."
You shook your head, "we haven't been dating for long Mattheo," you felt his thumbs run along the base of your wrist. "I didn't exactly know how to bring it up."
Mattheo's smirk grew another time as he put your hands above your head, his grip tightening. "Well since you like it." He smashed his lips against yours, running his tongue against your bottom lip before you allowed his to push his tongue to meet yours, fighting in a battle you knew you couldn't win.
His kisses made you dizzy, dumbfounded at the feeling of his lips on yours. You moaned into his mouth, your hips grinding against his and he knew what to do next.
He released his grip on one of your wrists and grabbed his wand with his free hand, uttering a spell that caused your wrists to lock together and attach to the headboard.
His lips found your neck, his hands going down to your hips as he left harsh bruises on your delicate skin.
You gasped at the feeling and tilted your head to the side to allow him more access, your eyes forcing shut at the feeling of him sucking down on your neck.
His lips traveled to your collarbone, leaving the same marks before meeting the valley between your breasts. Mattheo began to unbutton your shirt, pulling it off around you torso but having to leave it on your arms due to him having restricted them to the headboard.
