yn pov
i jerk his hand away from mine.
"you're going to deal with me now, little brot-", he cuts me off before i could elongate my verbal dump by harshly putting his lips on mine.my eyes close as his lips press on mine slowly igniting molten lava in my core, making me feel things i never knew i could feel.he ever so slowly opens his lip and sucks on my lower lip, almost taking my soul away through the kiss, the goosebumps on my skin being the proof of that. he pulls away before i could engrave the memory on my very bone. "do you want this, yn?"
my head goes up and down like an involuntary reaction. his lips meet mine again, this time sloppier. i get on my tippies, wanting to grab every single part of this moment. he stops at me and looks at me in my eye, deep in my eye and i watch his lifeless eye dilate. he goes back to what he's so good at, this time kissing me on my neck. kissing? sucking? i have no clue. i let out a sigh loving the mere feeling of him. i touch his hair, grab his shirt, smell his cologne, do everything, capture everything of him deep in my sense. he then moves away from my neck, loosening his tie while he's at it.
"i hope you know how to hide a hickey, i don't want anyone to see that" he says, putting his hands in his pocket and tilting his head towards my neck, "or mostly importantly know about us." before walking right away.
what? tears well up in my eyes.
i look down at my collarbone, there stayed a ugly purplish mark which i would've thought of as a chef d'oeuvre if not the given circumstances. i slowly slouch down on the floor, bringing my face to my knees and let the tears free. if there's one thing mattheo doesn't know, its how bad of a bitch i am.
-to be continued-
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Enemies To Lovers - Mattheo x Reader
Romancemattheo: "y/n malfoy, ugh. she's cute and all but i won't be found dead dating her." blaise: "but why were you saying her name in your sleep?"
