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mysmuttyy · 6 months

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LISTEN; MATTHEO RIDDLE SMUT

stalker mattheo knows a lot about you, stuff nobody else knows.

MY BACK IS PRESSED AGAINST A TREE, thick book resting in the palm of my hands, pages flicking over in the wind. I haven’t been able to focus for the past five minutes, all I’ve done is stare out at the water, watching the leaves move with the wind.

The wind blows against me, fly aways falling into my eyes, repeatedly. I huff, tugging the strands behind my ears, but it’s no use.

I get close to getting up and leaving, but the sound of leaves crunching a little behind me steals my attention. Not many people know about the black lake, which is pretty odd because you’d expect the exact opposite, right?

My eyes focus on a tall figure, curly hair, muscular body. I can’t quite pinpoint who he is - til he gets closer, not noticing me under the big tree closest to the water.

I exhale a deep breath, about to get up and leave, again, but he steals my attention away. Slipping his black shirt over his head, tossing it by my feet.

His back muscles stare right at me and I can’t help but slam my thighs together, hoping he didn’t hear the slap of my skin. I breathe heavily, eyes wandering down his well toned figure.

Thick thighs stand out to me, sending wild thoughts running through my brain. A wet patch forms on the front of my lace panties, clit throbbing for him.

Mattheo Riddle, the dark lords son, someone they say is extremely dangerous. One they avoid in the halls, never daring to make eye contact with him. In my honest opinion, I think they’re over exaggerating. If he was a dangerous person, he would’ve done something by now and he hasn’t.

He keeps to himself and minds his business.

It kinda breaks my heart. He doesn’t have any friends, because people would rather judge him than get to know him. Stuck up rich kids with slyly torment him, trying to rile him up, but he ignores it.

“Are you done staring at me, y/n?” His deep voice speaks, making my stomach flutter with a flock of butterflies. That’s the first time I’ve heard him speak in two years.

The last time he spoke, he was apologising for getting in my way. If he was so dangerous, why would he apologise?

He clears his throat, pulling me out of my messy train of thoughts. “S-Sorry..Um, I’ll leave!” I exclaim, but he shakes his head at me, running his wet hand through his, now wet curls.

I push my thighs together once more, my face growing red at the way his stare makes me feel. “Did I say you had to leave?” He asks, raising his brows at me.

My heart beats even faster, so fast I fear it might pump out of my chest. “Well what do you want me to do?” I question, trying my best not to sound scared of him. It’s not that I’m scared of him, he’s just incredibly gorgeous and it makes me nervous.

Too nervous to speak.

“Take your shirt off.” He smiles, crossing his arms over his chest. My breath hitches, eyes widening at his words. His brown eyes stare into my blue ones, something glistening in them, something I can’t figure.

“My shirt?” I test, raising my brows, a smirk crossing over my face. He laughs, looking down at his chest. My body lifts, back no longer pressed against the painful back that was digging into my skin.

I slowly pull my shirt up, over my head, dropping it on top of his. He looks back up, face growing red when he looks at my cleavage. My smirk grows as I put my hands out, waiting for him to help my body into the water.

He takes my hands into his, turning me into liquid with just his touch. All of my confidence evaporates, on the spot, hairs that lie on the back of my neck sticking up. “T-Thank you.” I mumble, looking away from his gorgeous face.

Now that I’m in the water, the wetness of my arousal is easier to ignore. Mattheo and I’s hands are still touching, intertwined. The tension between us quickly grows, his eyes flickering down to my lips.

“Fuck, this is bad.” I speak, bursting the silence. He raises his brows at me, tilting his head in confusion. The curls on his head flop to the side, making me almost giggle at how cute it is.

“What’s bad?” He asks, confused look quickly turning into a excited, yet evil look. “Maybe you getting wet at my muscles, slamming your thighs together in hopes the throbbing dies down?” He ponders, letting my hands go, stepping closer to me.

I quiver, eyes widened, face tomato red. “Or maybe it’s the fact that you want me to fuck you right now?” He continues, fucking with your mind.

Anger boils in your chest as you step forward, slamming your hands against his wet chest. “First of, fucker! It’s considered rude to invade my mind without consent!” I shout, glaring up at the man with audacity probably bigger than his dick.

He scoffs, grabbing my throat in his veiny hand. “You must be really horny to be thinking of how big my dick is, huh?” He laughs, leaning down to my face.

“You’re thinking of fucking my tits, Mattheo. Don’t act so fucking innocent.” I retort, glaring harder at him. He lets my throat go, a look of shock on his face.

The two of us remain silent, our eyes locked, deep diving into one another’s brain. I grow tired of it, leaning up to finally smash my lips against his.

He kisses back, wrapping his arms around my body, pulling me to his chest. My breast press up against his chest, causing him to grow hard against my body.

“Tsk, tsk. You just got hard because of a stranger, that’s gotta be a little embarrassing.” You tease, not expecting him to say what he says..

“You’re not a stranger baby.”

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A/n; I really don’t know what this is, but I’m really obsessed with the quiet kid trope. Mainly because I’m obsessed with a quiet kid at school 😃😃

Anyways, please send in some suggestions for what smut to write and who it’s ab!! Should I do pt 2?

#mysmutty #harrypotter #hp fancast #hp smut #smut #part one #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smut #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo x you #thedarklordsson #benjamin wadsworth #spicy stuff #i need sex #hope you enjoy #i wanna fuck him so bad

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mysmuttyy · 6 months

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MUNCH | M.R

⚠️- oral (f receiving), possible manipulation, orgasm control, teasing, dirty words, sub/dom!mattheo.

🌈- y/n is pink & mattheo is red.

summary- y/n is mad at mattheo & he figures out how to make her forgive him.

HE SITS ACROSS FROM ME, staring holes through my soul. I try to ignore him, after all, I’ve kept my game up all day.. surely I can do it some more, right?

Pansy continues with her ramble, whinging about who I assume is Blaise. The two of them are currently in an argument, just like Mattheo and I. Except, nobody knows we’re in an argument.

That’s the difference between mine and Pansy’s relationship; mine is private, whereas hers might as well be broadcasted to the whole school.

His foot kicks mine, but I ignore it. He huffs, banging his hand on the table. Everyone around us jumps, but I only roll my eyes. “Stop being a stubborn little bitch and answer me.” His dark voice barks across the table.

I raise my brows at the annoying boy before me, standing up out of my seat. “You’re so fucking embarrassing.” I spit, storming away from the table, anger radiating off my body.

I unintentionally crash into a tall figure, body coming to a halt. Cedric Diggory places his hand on my shoulder, looking down at me with concern. Before any of us say a word, someone interrupts.

That someone is my possessive ass boyfriend, stomping his feet toward us. “Get your fucking hands off her, Diggory” He demands, pointing his index finger at the brunette standing too close to me, too close for Mattheo’s liking.

Diggory is quick to move away, hand no longer touching me. I huff, turning to face an overly angry Mattheo Riddle, who is towered over me.

“Why are you such a fucking fool?” I huff, hands placed on my hips. He rolls his brown eyes, blowing out a breath. I turn away from him, feet carrying me in the direction of the dungeons.

He follows behind, cursing at my quick pace. I murmur the password to the painted picture before me, stepping through the now opened doors. Mattheo follows in after me, gripping onto my arm, pulling me close to him.

I huff, turning my body to face his. His bulge presses against me, drenching the panties I wear under my short school skirt.

“I’m sorry, let me make it up to you.”

SILKY BLACK SHEETS TOUCH MY SKIN, my bare body pressed against the softness of his king size mattress. His strong body holds mine down, eyes locked with mine. I shiver under his warm touch, nerves flooding throughout my body.

“You’re gonna let me make it up to you, aren’t you baby?” He whispers, lips an inch away from mine. I swallow my nerves, hands cupping his cheeks. The man on top of me raises his brows, bulge pressed into my skin, once again.

“I doubt you can, Mattheo” I reply, simply rolling my eyes at him.

Mattheos warm lips press against the skin of my neck, soft kisses trailing toward my breasts. I arch my back off the mattress, grinding against his cock, desperately throbbing for him.

His laugh vibrates against my skin, causing me to squirm. My whines echo throughout the room, back still arching off the mattress. I moan softly, feeling his lips travel down my body, kissing purple bruises into my skin.

He gets closer and closer to my dripping pussy, veiny hands spreading my legs as wide as they can go. I groan, feeling his finger slide across my slide.

“Mhm, you’re so fucking wet- Such a slut for me, huh?” He speaks after what felt like years of silence, making the couple hairs on my body stand up. I nod, feeling a sting against my thigh almost immediately.

“You ought to use your fucking words.” He demands, squeezing my thick, pale thighs. My lip quivers, breath shaky.

“I’m sorry sir- Yes, all for you.” I mumble out, letting my back press back into the mattress. He slips a finger inside me, feeling around my wet pussy. Sounds of my wetness echo throughout his room, a smirk playing on his lips, eyes staring deep into mine.

I melt into the sheets, moaning uncontrollably when he begins pumping in and out of me with two fingers. His long fingers are coated in my slick, smirk never disappearing from his face.

I grind against his fingers, so desperate to feel the tying knot at the bottom of my stomach. The man below me slaps my thigh, warning me to quit being impatient.

I comply, huffing out a apology.

His tongue replaces his fingers, swirling deep inside me. My moans fill the room, his fingernails digging into my thighs, drawing blood that trickles down my leg.

I’ve never noticed how long his tongue is, weirdly enough it being inside me is all that it takes for me to notice that. His laugh vibrates against me, once again, causing me to whine desperately.

“W-Why are you laughing?” I stutter, biting my bottom lip, eyes pointed up at the ceiling. He laughs some more, pulling his tongue out of me. Taps are felt against my thigh, telling me to look at him. I do as told, eyes locking with his.

“My tongues long, aye?” He mocks, thinking as himself as some comedian. I huff at the brunette in between my legs, pushing my thighs closer to his head. Moans fall from his lips, “Keep at your job, brat.” I demand.

He nods in response, diving back into my folds, slipping his tongue inside me, once again. If the pressure isn’t bad enough, he decided to add that; using his thumb to draw circles amongst my swollen clit.

I begin screaming, body moving to get away from his touch. He pushes onto my lower stomach, holding me down. I cry out begs, feeling myself clench around his tongue.

He grinds against the bed, attempting to get some sort of friction.

My body grinds into his mouth. “Please, I- I need to cum!” I whimper, hands gripping onto the sheets below my body.

“Do you forgive me?” He questions, slowing his pace on my clit. I shake my head, being truthful with him. He slaps his hand against my thigh, causing me to wince out in pain and frustration.

“Fuck! Please!?” I beg, hoping he accepts, but he just asks me the same question. Over and over, but I keep telling him no. My orgasm grows closer, body twitching as he sucks on my clit, tongue bow drawing circles on it.

His fingers slide back inside me, a third one being added to the mix. “Do. You. Forgive. Me?” He asks, dominating voice echoing in my brain.

I nod frantically, hands rushing to his curls. My fingers tangle with them as I roughly tug on them, almost ripping them from his head. He moans against my clit, free hand squeezing my skin.

“I forgive you baby boy! Please, please!!” I shout. He nods, smiling a soft smile at me. I groan, coming in his mouth, this load bigger than ever.

HE SITS UP, sitting himself beside me. My eyes fall to the wet patch on his pants, a laugh erupting from my lips. “You came in your pants?” I shout, laughing at him.

His cock throbs against the zipper of his pants, begging to be released. The man falls into the pillows, “Fuck, don’t laugh at me..” He cries, no longer the guy he was just two seconds ago.

I pull his zipper down, tossing his pants across the room. He then slides his boxers off, wincing when the cold air coming from the fan, hits his swollen dick. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll make it up to you.” I mock, gaining a dirty look from him.

I roll my eyes, jumping onto his stand up cock. He moans an unexpected moan, eyes widened at how tight I am around his girth. My body moves on top of his, tits bouncing as I ride him.

Desperate moans from him fill the room, hands rested against my hips, helping me move at a demonic pace. “Mommy, fuck!” He screams, throwing his head back into the comfort of his pillows.

Sweat rolls down his forehead, orgasm building up in his balls. I nod my head, telling him to cum inside my pussy. “Fill me with your cum, Mattheo. Come on, put your babies inside me!” I shout, causing his cock to twitch deep inside me.

The man comes, making me moan breathy moans. My body collapses against his chest, the two of us soon falling asleep, cock still buried deep inside me.

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mysmuttyy · 6 months

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M.R

📸- jade69044 on Pinterest (her photos are amazing, check them out!)

PERSONALLY, this is what i believe mattheo riddle to be like. If you do not like the way I portray him, then i kindly advise you to move along 🤍

⚠️- includes smut, name calling, possibly offensive language, etc

🌈- purple means innocent & red means not so innocent

Mattheo has a tattoo of his mothers birthday on his heart.

Mattheo owns a red electric guitar, plays extremely well + has an amazing voice.

Mattheo loves swimming.

Mattheo loves the black lake and begs for you to go down there with him, either for a swim or just to sit under a tree.

Mattheo has a massive heart, always puts others before himself.

Mattheo is friends with longbottom & sticks up for him whenever it’s needed.

Mattheo loves to read to you.

Mattheo’s love language is physical touch. He loves to hold your hands, put his hand on your thighs, hug you, etc.

Mattheo: Aside from you and theodore, tom is his favourite person. Mattheo goes above and beyond to defend his older brother, as tom basically raised him.

Mattheo isn’t incapable of love, he can love, just doesn’t know how to express it.

Mattheo is top of all his classes, literally one of the smartest people, but he doesn’t like to show it.

Mattheo is literally cupid. He can tell who likes who and what people are good matches for one another.

Mattheo loves art; painting, drawing, etc.

Mattheo loves tattoos & has plenty of them. Sleeves that he lets you colour in.

Mattheo gym rat, man has massive muscles.

Mattheo loves making you nervous in public. He’ll secretly touch you, slap your ass, whisper dirty things in your ears, etc.

Mattheo calls you mommy when he’s feeling needy.

Mattheo is always horny, even after.

Mattheo is a switch; both dom and sub. He likes being a bottom, as well as a top.

Mattheo draws 🥵 photos of you two, but mostly you.

Mattheo gets hard easily, but only for you. You could touch him and boom, he’s hard.

Mattheo loves to call you a dirty slut, whore, stubborn bitch, etc.

Mattheo is obsessed with you, your body and always remind you how gorgeous you are. “You’re so gorgeous, it makes me so nervous.” , “Let me see that beautiful face, baby.”

Mattheo is a fucking MUNCH and a needy one at that. “Fuck, your pussy is so good.” , “Mhm, let me eat you out.” , “I’m not hungry for food, bitch, open your fucking legs.”

Mattheo likes to be called sir, makes him feel good.

Mattheo is a whiny boy, even when he’s dom. “Fuck, fuck.. good little slut, hm?” , “Please speak up, princess.”

Mattheo loves coming inside and will always beg for it. “Mommy, please! Let me.. let me cum inside hm? I’ll be a good boy!?” , “Fucking let me cum inside you, fuck!”

Mattheo loves getting head almost as much as he loves giving it.

Mattheo is extremely needy in the morning, he loves waking up with his throbbing cock in your mouth.

Mattheo never fails to fuck you good, it’s literally a talent of his.

Mattheo always makes you lose your ability to walk and laughs whenever you fall, but loves helping you around.

Mattheo is so easy to tease, he immediately breaks.

Mattheo secretly wishes you’d cuff him and edge him til he’s begging. If you were to do it, he wouldn’t make it easy for you and would def ‘punish’ you afterwards.

Mattheo fingers you in class, but stops when you get close then disappears for the rest of the day. At night you either have him begging for you to stop edging him, or you’re begging him to fuck you.

Mattheo fucks you before every game, claims it brings him luck. If he loses, you’re being fucked all night.

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mysmuttyy · 6 months

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PLEASE; MATTHEO RIDDLE SMUT

summary: teasing your enemy, mattheo doesn’t go as you planned..

ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS? Is that what Riddle and I are.. probably. I’m just going to assume that’s what we are, anyways.

Today, I’ve decided I want to tease him. He’s always in charge, but for once, I want to be in charge. I want to tell him what to do, tell him when he can cum or when he can’t.

I WALK OUT OF THE BATHROOM, not bothering to put any clothes on, or even dry myself. The first step to my plan; get Mattheo’s attention.

He takes a sip of water, slowly looking over at me. I watch the shirtless man choke on his water, eyes widening at the sight of me. “Hey pretty boy.” I whisper, smiling an innocent smile.

He sits himself up, manspreading in his grey trackies, showing me his obvious boner. I grunt, bowing my head. “Come here.” He demands, still staring at me.

My heart beats against my chest, no words forming. I don’t know what to say, nor do. I’m nervous, so nervous. Knowing what he’s capable of, I’m not sure I can go through with it.

He fucks hard enough when he’s not angry, I’m not sure I want to find out how hard he is when he’s actually angry.

Nevermind, I wanna fucking find out.

I head over to him, still smiling. Not even a second in front of him and I’m already sitting butt naked in his lap, boner digging into my exposed pussy.

He bucks his hips, smirking at me. “Do you want me to fuck you, hm?” He whispers. I roll my eyes, pulling myself off him.

Mattheo watches me get down, on my knees, right in front of him. His eyebrows raised at me, eyes never leaving mine. “Why don’t you let me please you, for once?” I question, running my hands along his thick thigh.

My pussy throbs at the feeling of his muscles below my hands. “Fuck, what are you doing to me- I feel..” He stops himself, shaking his head.

“I know what you’re doing.” He states, sucking in a deep, shaky breath. I laugh, rolling my eyes. Loud, uneven breaths are heard as I pull the grey trackies down his body.

I gasp, shocked to see him wearing no boxers. “Little slut, aren’t you baby?” I whisper, wrapping my hand around the tip. He attempts to speak, but instead, moans as the way I stroke him.

My hand slides down his length, balls grazing the skin of my fingers. Dark brown eyes never leave mine, his mouth open as he moans soft, quiet moans.

I lower my lips to his tip, lapping my tongue around his hole. “Oh fuck- Please, don’t tease the tip..” He cries, eyes softening. I smirk a wild smirk, kissing down his fat, veiny cock.

His cries get louder, needier. I know he’s close to cracking, it’s obvious, to the both of us.

“Mhm, fuck, just take it in your mouth!” He whines, bucking his hips. I shake my head. The man grunts and with one swift movement, he’s got me pinned to the mattress, body on top of mine.

“Did you think I’d beg for you, baby?” He asks, not laughing, not smirking, just serious. I roll my eyes, looking away.

“I will, just not in the way you thought i would.”

OUR EYES MEET, his cock slides in and out of me. “Please mommy, I can’t-“ He whimpers, rolling his hips into mine. I stare deep into his eyes, black silky sheets clenched in my hands.

Our bodies move smoothly together, the two of us moaning and breathing heavily.

“I can’t keep pretending like I hate you. I don’t.” He confesses, picking up the pace. My walls clench around him, crying out at the excruciatingly painful, yet heavenly pace he’s going at.

Pain and pleasure; best fucking mix.

“You don’t?” I question, genuinely asking him. He nods, closing his eyes, face red. I stare up at him, holding back every moan.

“I fucking love you, I always have. Please baby, please accept my apology.” He breaks, telling me the honest truth. I know he’s telling the truth because of his expression. Nervous, red and begging.

Begging for me to accept his apology. All these years of torturing me, making fun of me, all of it was an act. He loves me, but didn’t know it.

“I love you, Mattheo.” I confess, staring into his eyes. I giggle when he leans down, soft lips connecting with mine. “Cum.” He tells me and the two of us cum, both at the same time.

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mysmuttyy · 4 months

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THEODORE NOTT

#theodore nott #lorenzo zurzolo #slytherin boys #mysmutty #hp fancast #harrypotter #italian #hot male #hot celebs #hes so fine #baby netflix #slytherin #harry potter fancast

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mysmuttyy · 2 months

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REALISATION

summary: mattheo and y/n are enemies, but he has a nightmare that makes his realise he loves her.

⚠️: death, crying, confessions, fluff

Pink: y/n | Red: mattheo.

Monday Morning.

Voices echoed around the room. The voices were heard in front of him, behind him, but not beside him. For the first time in three years, her seat remained empty, chair tucked under the desk- Just like she left it. Mattheo felt odd not having her there, but slowly, he shrugged it off, convincing himself that she’d show up any second.

The class dragged on, the doors opened and closed, but she never walked in. It was like this for the rest of the day, no one had seen her.

His overthinking won and his anxiety set in, the echo of his footsteps following him down the quiet hallways. With a mumble of the password, the doors swung open, allowing him access. The curly haired boy wasted no time in hurrying up those steps, rushing toward her bedroom. His veiny hand clutches onto the handle, knees buckling once his dark eyes spot her limp body lying in a pool of her own blood.

The whole world stops, and he feels a shooting pain coarse throughout his entire body, heart shattering into a million pieces, every ounce of happiness he possessed fading away.

People arrived and he somehow gained the strength to get up, stumbling toward the phone booth, tears streaming down his face as he dialled in her mothers number. Her sweet voice was heard on the other side, sounding just like y/n’s. He felt his heart break all over again, as this mother cried on the other side of the phone, repeatedly asking for him to be joking.

Mrs Drew, y/n’s mother, choked on her cries as she informed Mattheo about y/n’s feelings for him. She was in love with him. That’s all it took for him to fully break down, knees dropping to the floor, loud sobs filling the booth.

“I’m so sorry!” The boy cried, begging for her mothers forgiveness. She cried back, telling him never to apologise.

Monday Morning.

The great hall doors sprung open, slamming into the walls. Everybody turned to look, watching as Mattheo Riddles dark eyes scanned the crowded room. Y/n stared at the man who hated her, noticing a change in his demeanour. Today, he didn’t seem unbothered like usual, he actually seemed to be very bothered.

Once their eyes locked, he smiled, a sweet, genuine smile, one that made butterflies swarm her stomach. Her cheeks flushed red, a smile she couldn’t hide forming across her nervous face. Mattheo Riddle walked down from the doors, heading toward her. She watched, eyes following his figure, melting when his hand cupped her cheek.

Mattheo pulled her up from her chair, holding her gently, leaning in until their lips smashed together. Everything changed in that moment, there was no more darkness, it was colourful. The two felt their souls had finally come together, accepting that their meant for each other.

She pulled away from his touch, quick to question what was going on. That’s when he confessed to not only her, but the whole of Hogwarts too. “Y/n, I’m so in love with you.” He told her, holding her so tightly, too afraid to let go.

The girl giggled before him, making his heart do a backflip.

A/N; this is my first fluff, no hate pls 😂😂 also, i haven’t gone over it bc I’m too lazy n half asleep so, ignore any spelling mistakes! thank you for all the support, i love you all.

ps: i need smut ideas, send them thru xoxoxo

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mysmuttyy · 4 months

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TOM RIDDLE

he deserved more screen time.

#tom riddle #voldemort #harrypotter #slytherin boys #mysmutty #beautiful #slytherin

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mysmuttyy · 4 months

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LORENZO BERKSHIRE

#louis partridge #lorenzo berkshire #hp fancast #mysmutty #harrypotter #slytherin boys #lord tewkesbury #enola holmes #english actress #english #harry potter fancast

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mysmuttyy · 4 months

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DRACO MALFOY

#draco malfoy #tom felton #mysmutty #harrypotter #draco lucius malfoy #slytherin boys #english actress #english #wattpad #dracotok

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mysmuttyy · 6 months

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VIRGIN

NERVES RUSH THROUGHOUT MY BODY, heart slamming against my chest. I inhale a deep breath, backing away from the tall man with the intimidating stare.

He laughs, only getting closer to me. Strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me still against his abs. “Scared?” Mattheo asks, smirking at me.

I shake my head at him, squirming to get free of his grip. He laughs again, only holding me tighter than before.

“I wanna know what you meant by that..” I whisper out, voice shaky. He lifts me up, placing me on the edge of the grass, feet still dangling in the water. “I know a lot more than you think i know, y/n.” He confesses, watching my eyes widen once again.

“Do you remember when Cho Chang called me a creep?” He asks, hands rested on the skin of my pale thighs. Breaths get caught in my throat, my only response being a slow nod.

“Do you remember punching her in the mouth?”

I lower my head, eyes focusing on either veiny hand rested against me. My heart flips, teeth digging into my bottom lip.

Butterflies stride around my stomach, stealing my confidence with each flutter of their wings. I’m sure the whole world shakes due to the thump of my heartbeat.

“I think that might’ve been when my obsession for you started, princess.” He says, tone dark and serious. My eyes flicker back to his and I’m no longer able to hold back any emotions, throwing myself right at him.

He kisses back, lips twisting with mine. Mattheo’s tongue grazes past my teeth, pushing at my tongue for dominance. I laugh in his mouth, wrapping my arms around him.

My fingers get tangled in his soft curls, pulling roughly at them. He moans in my mouth, strong hand pushing my thighs apart. I moan, hands rushing to his back.

He smiles into my mouth as I glide my hands along his soft, bulky skin. “Wanna know something?” I ask, pulling away from his lips.

Our eyes lock, once again and he nods. I smirk up at him, pulling his hand further down my thigh. His brows raise at my actions, clothed boner throbbing against me.

“I’ve been obsessed with you since second year, as well.”

He laughs, throwing his head back. I watch his chest rise, beautiful sounds falling from his mouth. “What’s so funny, huh?” I question, pressing my hand to his bulge.

I palm over him, smiling innocently as I bat my eyelashes. He groans, dropping his head into my chest. Lips press against my skin, soft kisses being placed on every piece of skin he can get to.

“You don’t think I know about your obsession?” He asks, moaning in between his sentence. I tug at his wet shorts, desperately attempting to pull them off him.

He pushes my hand away from him, catching his boxers in his pants. I toss them behind me, smiling at his cock that springs up to his belly button.

Pre cum leaks from his tip, giving me something to lather it with. I wrap my hand around him, staring up at him still.

“I felt your stares everywhere I went.” He speaks, swallowing his moans. I roll my eyes at him, reminding him of the way he’d stare more than I would.

The man bucks his hips, desperate for me to satisfy him. “Put it inside.” He demands, dark voice doing things to me. I roll my eyes, looking down at the denim shorts I wear.

He nods, quickly understanding me. My panties get caught in my shorts, just like his boxers got caught in his. A pretty pink tip slides along my folds, pre cum making me even wetter.

My nails dig into his back, whining at his teasing movements. He laughs above me, holding onto my hips. I lean down, wrapping my hand around it once again.

I push him inside me, eyes closing at the feeling of his girth pushing inside me. “I knew that you stalked me, Theo.” I moan out, throwing my head back.

He rolls his eyes, “Is that why you got naked any chance you could and made sure your legs were spread, just a little when you touched yourself?”

I wrap my legs around his torso, squeezing my thighs around his body. The man heaves, chest rising with deep moans.

I roll my eyes at him, “Perhaps, I wanted you to come in and fuck me?” I taunt.

He slides back, slowly and gently. I feel his breath fan against my chin, mouth getting closer to my ear.

“Did you get sick of doing it yourself?” He teases. I roll my eyes again, gripping his curls again. My body pushes against his, “Stop being a gentleman and fuck me, Riddle.”

His thrusts grow quicker and harder, cock resting deep inside me. I whine at his quick ability to find all my sweet spots, tip slamming against them, over and over, bringing me closer and closer to my high.

Our bodies meet half way, water splashing around us. The cruel wind hits me in the face, repeatedly. My eyes stare up at the sky, fingernails making deep scratches on his back.

“I’ve dreamt of you being my first.” He grunts, holding onto my arms. My eyes shoot towards his, mouth open in shock. Mattheo laughs at my reaction, white teeth glistening.

“Y-You don’t fuck like a virgin..” I whimper, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. He laughs again, pushing my body against the grass underneath me.

My back arches, lifting off the ground below me. I have nothing to scratch, nothing to hold onto but the delicate grass. The pieces snap in my hands, falling into the lake.

His hips snap against mine, somehow falling deeper inside me due to this new position he’s fucking me at.

“I’ve been saving myself for you.”

I scream his name, letting myself go on his cock. He groans, slapping my thigh angrily. “Fucking slut, fuck!” He shouts, pulling out just to turn me over.

He buries himself inside me, once again, balls slapping against my ass as he finds his much harsher pace.

My bra slides against the grass, causing me to whine. “I wanna go to your room!” I cry.

He leans down, pressing his chest to my back. In the blink of an eye, we’re in his dorm, my body pressed into the softness of his mattress.

Mattheo rails me better than anyone ever has, making me grow closer and closer to my second high. “Fuck, aren’t you close?” I cry, feeling embarrassed that I came so quickly.

He caresses my skin, kissing along my back. “I’ve needed to cum ever since you took your shirt off, y/n.”

There it is, I come again. He groans above me, slapping his hand across my bare ass. I squeal a muffled squeal into his pillow, pushing my head deeper into it.

“Please, cum inside me!” I whine, voice coming out as a cry. He does as I ask, letting his thick ropes of cum fill me.

“Mhmm, that’s it.. good fucking girl.” He moans, slapping my ass again. I whine some more, pussy filled with his warm liquid.

He pulls out of me, turning my body around, finally.

“Please, can I fuck your tits?” He asks, desperate eyes locking with mine.

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A/N: Thank you all for the support on part two, omg 🥹 I hope you all enjoy this!

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