Warnings: it's smut.
Words: 440
Warm water lulls rippling against your movements as you relax back onto the bathtub. Inhale deeply the taste of the weed floats down your lungs sending your mind into a deeper series of relaxation.
He watches with lidded eyes, raking his gaze over your relaxed state, delicate fingers pulling the blunt back from your luxurious lips. He reaches graciously for it, connecting the tips of your skin together for a brief second. He doesn't say anything bringing it to his lips for a drag himself, a small hum in thought.
When he shifts his gaze leaning back sighing with closing eyes, you take the time to study him. Wet strands of his usual brown locks stick to his shiny forehead displaying a darkness under the red illumination of the light. His eyes meet yours again, they too hold a darkened more intense look, rinsing over the way your chest rises and falls - the tips of breasts peaking up over the edge of the water with every breath.
With a stretch of his leg he sits up, water drips rolling down his chiseled chest like ice cream on a hot day. A sight one you wouldn't mind licking, and you bite your lip dropping your gaze to his arms that push off the bath moving towards you. Putting out the blunt in the nearby ash sitting closest to you, he pulls you in for a kiss.
Moaning with deep satisfaction your lips press gently against his, feeling the softness and tasting the remains of his hit. The water shifts swaying under his grasp, and with little to no strength he tugs you thighs straddling him in a flash he enthralls a breathless gasp as you sink onto him.
He groans eagerly thrusting his hips up rhythmically, sending water over the sides with a loud splash. An iron grip keeping you anchored deep on his aching cock relishing in how quickly your whines and cries bounce around the room. He coos encouraging you while tight hands worship your ass, the two pleasures of drugs and sex melting his mind as one.
"F-fuck yeah, ridin me so well...Yeah yeah just like that-"
He stuffs his mouth full with your tits muffling his own moans, lips latch lapping over the sensitive nipples. Sucking harshly his tongue works in his favour, causing him to smirk when you whine forcing him into a headlock of pure heaven. More water spills from the roughness and intensity of your movements, Mattheo grins marking your skin with deep bruises coaxing your climax out.
"that's it baby, make a fuckin mess for me."
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Mattheo Riddle One Shots
FanfictionI will be putting warnings in all chapters, what house you are in, etc. I really am trying to make the plots good but I'm not very good at grammar. If I get an idea from a creator I will tag them. I change between "I" and "you" in different chapters...
