Mind Over Matter || Mattheo Riddle

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Mattheo's tongue feels fucking amazing.

The feeling of having his head between my thighs is absolutely exhilarating. His hair is so soft under the touch of my hand, and his bed sheets are so insanely easy to hold onto.

I hope the walls of his room are soundproof—at least to some extent—otherwise it's going to be an even more awkward situation when I see his family again in the morning.

I can hardly think a proper sentence while he holds my legs apart. Each time I pull harder on his hair, he groans against me. He's so fucking good at this.

I try desperately to say his name, to tell him how good it feels, but every time I open my mouth I'm met with the sound of a loud moan coming from my throat.

It doesn't take long for Mattheo to make me cum, but even after he doesn't stop.

It almost starts to hurt—if that can even happen when you have the hottest man ever mouth fucking you—when Mattheo slips a finger inside of me.

Mattheo's eyes are practically burning a hole into me, but I physically cannot look at him. Believe me, I tried.

"Look at me, baby." He says, his voice low and the most attractive it's ever sounded.

I look down at him, but the feeling of his fingers makes it impossible for me to keep my eyes open for more than a couple seconds.

I hear Mattheo scoff before I feel his fingers stop completely. When I open my eyes, he's on top of me again and kissing my jaw.

"Look at me while I get you ready to be fucked properly, Julia." He says into my ear. I nod silently before he moves once again to be able to hold eye contact with me.

Almost immediately, I feel his fingers resume their skillful attack on my body.

I struggle to keep my eyes open, and I'm unable to when he forces another finger into me.

It hurts. Is it supposed to hurt?

Mattheo's fingers stop moving and he kisses my forehead. "Are you okay, pretty girl?"

I open my eyes again, looking into his. I quickly debate whether I should tell him, or pretend I'm fine and let him continue. "Yeah, I'm okay." I'm not sure if I would believe myself, honestly. "You can, um, keep going."

I feel almost empty when his fingers slide out of me, and a slight look of confusion falls over my face.

Mattheo kisses my temple, his hand now caressing my waist. "Besides the whole mind reading thing, you're the worst liar ever."

I look at him, now with full confusion displayed on my face. "Mind reading thing?" He smiles at me.

"Mhm." He kisses my lips softly. "What, you thought I always just guessed what you were thinking?" He kisses my jaw. "I'm flattered, Jules, but I'm not that good with social cues."

I roll my eyes as he kisses my lips once again. "This is something we definitely need to talk about, it feels like an insane invasion of my privacy—" he cuts me off with yet another kiss.

"Julia, this isn't that time to talk about the ways I invade your privacy." Ways? Plural? "I need to know if you want to continue with all of this, or not?"

Honestly, I almost forgot that I was lying naked underneath him. "I do, but it hurts."

He kisses the base of my neck, then my collarbone. "Let me try something, okay?" He asks, so softly.

He slips one hand under my lower back, lifting my body with literally no effort. When his fingers enter me again, it hurts infinitely less. He grabs a pillow from the top of the bed and places it where his hand was, to keep me in the position he put me in.

"Is that better, baby?" Merlin, that name does things to me.

I nod simply, smiling at Mattheo. When he kisses me again, it doesn't hurt at all while his fingers move expertly inside of me.

"When I fuck you, you have to tell me if it hurts." He says against my lips. "It won't be even close to the same feeling as my fingers."

I don't say anything in response, I just bring my hand up to hold is head while I continue to kiss him.

When Mattheo pulls another mind-blowing orgasm out of me, I physically can't keep my eyes open anymore. I almost want to fall asleep—his bed is so comfortable, and he smells so good—but I can't. Not when I'm about to have sex with a man I've been wanting for months now.

"Come on, baby," he whispers as he kisses my neck, "can't fall asleep on me now."

I shake my head, telling him I won't. "Promise?" He asks, and I not.

When I feel his cock against my body, I'm immediately woken up. I feel as one of Mattheo's hands interlock with mine, holding my hand against his bed. As he kisses my face, I feel him slowly start to insert himself into me.

Mattheo suddenly stills just as a whimper almost escapes my lips. He was right when he said it wouldn't be close to the feeling of his finger.

When I'm ready, I lightly squeeze his hand. He pushes farther.

When an almost-whine comes from my throat, he stops again and kisses my neck.

"Are you, like, in?" I ask awkwardly. I hear a light chuckle come from Mattheo's lips before he kisses my cheek.

"Not quite."

A/N: yall im sorry I cut it off I started violently crying at the thought of writing actual sex 🙏 someone finish this one in the comments for me