Your changed heart ఌ︎ [Mattheo Riddle x Oc]

[6] - ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ; sʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴘɪᴄᴇ.]

I look up at Mattheo as he looks down upon me.

"Can I?" He mumbles.

I take a few seconds to think. Was I seriously about to kiss Mattheo? Was i seriously going to make out with my childhood bully? I mean, it wouldn't mean anything, right? It's just a simple kiss, that's it. I had like 3 drinks, and I wasn't that wasted, but drunk enough to nod.

He pulls me in by my waist as he takes a final look in my eyes before smashing his lips upon mine.

His lips were soft to say the least.

His hands trail up on my hips, as my hands make their way up to his cheek, I then take my other free hand as I tangle my hand in his messy curls.

"Fuck.." He mumbles, as he pulls back, as he let's go of me.

I don't know what's gotton into me, but I pull him in by the tie as I coutine to lock my lips onto his.

"You surely gotton more confident since the last time I've seen you." He whispers into my ear in a low sexy tone.

We have about 5 minutes left, and I'm not going to waste it.

We coutine to make out, his hand finds it's way to behind my head and he tugs on my hair, causing me to tilt my head back.

He then slams me onto the harsh brick wall, he kisses me harder and more passionate this time. He then moves down to my neck, he holds it sturdy with his hand as he kisses my neck, sucking it slightly.

"Shit..Riddle." I mutter, letting my hands roam his body.

"Gosh, you're so beautiful, Mel."

I blush at his nickname, usually I would die of embrassment, but this nickname was different.

I then pull away from him, hands still on my waist.

"This is just a dare, right? It doesn't mean anything.." I ask.

"No, it's just a one time thing. Plus we're not even that sober right now."

I nod, but I couldn't help feel a drop of disappointment, he then goes back to sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck. I can't help to think, what if this was real? What if it wasn't just a causal hook up. What if it wasn't a dare?

I then brush off this werid feeling. I'm not even sober, it's just my drunk mind wandering. I hate Mattheo, and he hates me.

2 minutes left.

I deicde to let my new found confidence take over as I flip him, so he's now pushed against the wall.

I kiss his lips until they're swollen red.

I then give him atleast 3 hickeys across his neck.

"Mattheo.." I mumble, as we both slide onto the cold ground, both tired, but yet still thriving with adrenaline.

"That was.." He starts. I turn to face him, his cheeks are red, and so are his lips.

"Awesome.." I finish.

[Mattheo]

"Awesome.." She finishs.

I take this moment to observe Mel, her neck is filled with purple-redish marks, and her cheeks are very pinkish.

It was probably one of the best 7 minutes in my life.

Everything about Mel is an instant turn on, her outfit, how her hair effortlessly flows over her shoulders, her smile. Everything.