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⟢ DATING
── .✦ FROM THE MOMENT you started dating mattheo riddle, one thing became abundantly clear - he was always flirting with you. every chance he got, every word out of his mouth seemed to drip with suggestiveness, his voice that perfect mix of teasing and sultry. it was almost like a game to him, pushing your buttons just to see how far he could take it before you'd crack.
and the worst part? he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
it didn't matter where you were - in class, at meals, walking down the hall, even during study sessions in the library - mattheo always found a way to make everything sound far more seductive than it had any right to be. and you'd be lying if you said it didn't affect you every single time.
today was no exception.
you were sitting in the library, trying to focus on your potions essay, but mattheo had other plans. he sat across from you, casually flipping through his own book, though his eyes kept wandering up to you every few minutes. you could feel his gaze on you, heavy and deliberate, and it made concentrating on your work nearly impossible.
finally, after the third or fourth time you caught him staring, you looked up, raising an eyebrow in challenge. "can i help you?"
mattheo smirked, leaning back in his chair as he folded his arms over his chest, clearly amused by your reaction. "just admiring the view, princess."
you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way his deep voice sent shivers down your spine. "we're in the library, mattheo. can't you behave for once?"
he chuckled, the sound low and husky, as he leaned forward again, resting his elbows on the table. "where's the fun in that?" his eyes sparkled with mischief as he reached out and toyed with a strand of your hair that had fallen loose. "besides, how am i supposed to focus when you're sitting there looking all adorable and serious?"
your cheeks flushed at his words, but you weren't about to let him win so easily. "you're distracting me," you muttered, brushing his hand away with a pointed look. "i'm trying to work."
"distracting you, am i?" his smirk widened, and you instantly regretted your choice of words. "well, if that's the case..." he stood up slowly, rounding the table until he was standing behind you. before you could protest, his hands slid down your arms, his touch warm and possessive as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear.
"maybe you just need a break," he whispered, his voice sending a pleasant shiver through your body. "you've been working too hard, love." your heart raced, and you clenched your jaw, determined not to let him get to you. "i'm fine," you managed, though your voice came out more breathless than you intended. "and i'm not taking a break."
mattheo chuckled softly, clearly enjoying your resistance. he moved closer, his lips brushing lightly against your neck, just enough to make your pulse quicken. "are you sure about that?" his voice was velvety smooth, his hands slowly sliding up to rest on your shoulders, massaging gently as he spoke. "because i can think of a few ways to help you relax."
