Mattheo Riddle One Shots

August

Lower case intended

Summary: a whirlwind summer with mattheo leaves your head spinning and craving more, but when he chooses to ignore you at school, you know there has to be something going on. you just didn't expect it to crush you so much.

Words: 2272

Warnings: sex references, mentioned loss of virginity, cheating, slight toxicity, no war au, also angst....

mattheo riddle. a concoction of every terrible, addictive thing you could think of. a drug to your susceptible mind. the one person who ruined everything by giving you such happiness.

it all started back in the summer before 7th year. of course, most teenagers flee to the coast during the warmer summer months, a desperate attempt to absorb as much sun as possible before having to return to scotland's less than scorching weather for yet another year of classes at hogwarts. you were no different, and it seemed mattheo wasn't, either.

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salty ocean air filled your nose as his lips met yours, a desperate action to be close to each other. he blindly searched for the rusty door handle of his hotel room behind you, wanting to get you out of the hall and into his bed as quickly as possible. sure, you'd had a couple of heated make-outs before, but nothing like this. it had never gotten to this point.

quickly pulling you down onto his sheets, he let his hand wander, beelining towards the plush of your ass, your hands searching through the chocolate curls atop his head.

"you sure you want this?" he whispered into your ear, planting sloppy kisses along your neck, his breath loud and heavy next to you, "i mean it. are you sure?"

you let your head fall back into the pale pillow, a place to rest whilst you tried to understand all of the new sensations pumping through you like blood from your heart, giving yourself a second to think.

"i've never done this before, matty," you replied, your tone timid and weak compared to the rough husking of his voice swirling around your head, a constant memory of the boy you knew you'd never get over.

"it's fine. you trust me, yeah?" mattheo pulled away for a moment, wanting to check before going any further with you.

"i want this," you nodded, giving him all the reassurance he needed, prompting him to continue his journey down your body with the knowledge that you wanted to do this with him. you trusted him with something as fragile as your purity. that made him feel fucking insane.

his dark eyes took in the sight of you sprawled out across the white hotel bed, your soft lips and innocent eyes, your hair forming a halo around your head. his angel.

-

"red or white?" you smiled up at mattheo, your eyes darting to the bottle of wine in his hands as he handed it to you with a small shrug.

the two of you had decided to have a little picnic by the beach, a day to relax together as if that wasn't what you did every day, anyway.

"not a clue," he huffed, sitting down on the blanket you had set out on the sand, his hand instantly going for some cheese and crackers.

you slapped his hand away, a small pout on your face as he met your gaze, having absolutely no clue what you were stopping him for.

"wow, this looks fantastic! this is so good! thank you so much for getting all the food!" you mocked quietly, rolling your eyes. no matter how hard you tried to appear annoyed, you couldn't hide the small smirk that crept its way onto your lips.

"oh, shut up," he chuckled, tugging his shirt off and tossing it to the side, shaking his head, "thank you for putting it together. it looks really nice. you're really nice, angel," he added, his words playful, yet still a genuine thank you.