𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫 𝔅𝔬𝔶𝔰 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱

"Why not both?" Tom Riddle x Mattheo Riddle x Y/N

You were sitting in the Great Hall, picking at your food with your fork. Today the house elves had cooked sweet potatos and honey smoked ham, which was not one of the meals you enjoyed at the school.

You sighed and stood up, tossing your bag over your shoulder as you started making your way out of the Great Hall. As you left, you swore you felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of your head.

Two pairs of eyes, to be exact.

As you walked down the hallway, you felt the eyes still on you, so you decided to take a turn down a different corridor. The eyes still followed you, and you felt two presences getting closer.

Immediately, you rush into th nearest broom closet, shutting and locking the door quickly before pressing your back against the door.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes slowly, only to abruptly open them as the closet light suddenly turned on.

You look up, being met with two pairs of piercing brown eyes. You let out a shaky, annoyed sigh, pressing your hand to your chest.

"You guys are fucking horrible," You grumble.

"But we don't fuck horrible," Mattheo says snarkily.

"I follow up with that statement." Tom says in agreement.

You scoff and roll your eyes, putting your hands on your hips. "You two exhaust me," You mumble.

Tom steps forward (as forward as he could in the closet), grabbing your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking up at him. "In more ways than one, don't you agree?" Tom says teasingly.

Mattheo steps to your side, bringing his lips teasingly close to your neck, his hot breath fanning against your skin. "And don't roll those pretty eyes of yours, sweetheart. That's our job," Mattheo said calmly, moving his hand between the gap made from yours and Tom's body, sliding his hand across your waist.

You suck in a sharp breath, your senses suddenly fogging. The warmth of Mattheo's touch and breath, the closeness and tension between you and Tom, all of the desire floating about in the air clogged your mind, causing your breathing to pick up immediately.

Suddenly, Mattheo pulls away from your neck, and Tom drops his hand from your chin. "We have things to do. You'll be alright without us, won't you, our beauty?" Mattheo says softly, running a knuckle across your jawline, tilting your head to face him.

Before you can answer, the door opens, and both Riddle's escort out of the closet, leaving th door slightly ajar for when you exit.

You stand there, frozen in place, your mind rapidly trying to declog itself as you tried to steady your breathing.

Those men.