Batch 5

batch 5

cold waters, warm bodies. mattheo riddle x reader 

summary: mattheo’s always wanted a kiss from reader

warning/s: swearing and unedited

slater’s note: i tried hard to not specify the house so you could.. just.. insert your own idk but yuh it’s three in the morning, i just wanted to post this

mattheo loved girls. he wasn’t shameful about it.

and girls loved him. a perfect combination.

but you were different.

the last thing on your mind was a boy, especially one from the slytherin house with their notorious nasty attitudes and smug expressions that scared off any and all interaction from anyone that wasn’t a pretty girl or apart of their own house. 

and even as infamous as they were for their snide smiles and harsh comments, they also knew how to throw killer parties that left you hungover and out of your wits for days on after. 

those slytherin parties were the only time when small percentages of outside houses were accepted into the green and dark common room for a night of fun.. fun that always went unspoken once everyone took a step out of that dark and haunting room until the next function was thrown together. 

mattheo always made sure you were there, especially after seeing you stripped down to your underwear for a midnight trip to the black lake where him, blaise, and enzo planned and played out a night of skinny dipping for a couple of gryffindor girls, including you, who just so happened to be brought along by a friend of yours. 

your eyes had shone bright beneath the moon light as you stared out upon the lake before pulling off your sweatshirt, amazed by such a sight and feeling a sudden bravery beneath the darkness of night, allowing only the small light of the stars to touch and dot your skin and the half crescent moon put light to your most admirable features. 

mattheo had watched you silently, pressing his lips into a thin line before rubbing them together, watching the others follow your lead with equally giddy smiles and expressions, all eager to be consumed by the sensation of cold water with another. 

your body had hit the water first, not necessarily caring to keep the atmosphere quiet like it should have been, but rather embracing the sudden rush that ate away at the core of your stomach in excitement. a rush that made you dizzy and kept the corner of you mouth up in a bright smile. 

you remembered that feeling well and you remembered him. although the night at loch shiel was not when you had formally met him but rather at the infamous slytherin party where his hand met your face minutes before you had pulled away with a knowing smile on your face, almost telling him he should know better. 

it was fun for him, the first couple of times anyways. 

he ate up the little moments where you would allow his small touches of affection. the touches that caused the reddening in your cheeks and would get the better of you. you would have then looked away. away from him and he’d bite away a smirk before leaving you to yourself. 

it was the fourth event of another skimpy slytherin adventure that lead him to your door with his arms wrapped around two other girls of your house, all snug and tight with a smirk on his face. and of course blaise, carrying out the introduction and plan to raid the forbidden forest with a couple of bottles of fire whiskey. 

and of course you agreed after pulling on enzo’s green quidditch sweater to mattheo’s irritation, the sweater playing into a small amount of payback due to no hard feelings being shared. 

a lie.

that was the night he had gotten the closest to you. with the dark swallowing you all whole and the fear of being eaten by a abnormally large spider consuming most of your bravery and ability to move as fast as blaise was; it all somehow push and pressed mattheo, who had cleared himself of the two other girls, and you together. his arm tightly wrapped around you waist with delight, keeping the two of you close. 

you couldn’t help but press your head against his chest as he guided you through the dark dirt paths to wherever blaise was leading you all with five shots of fire whisky down and warming his stomach for bravery. his laughs and snickers guiding you all the way through. 

mattheo wasn’t afraid. it was very obvious he wasn’t by the way he lowly laughed at every jump and flinch that coursed itself through your body from every sound and movement that you thought you saw or heard. 

“you’re only seeing things, sweetheart.”

but he only wished you would ignore his words, finding delight in the way you pressed yourself closer to him and allowed your fingers to grip his sweater in hopes it’d protect you from whatever swarmed around you. he felt warmer that way, and he was sure you did as well with the way your shivers decreased with fear and movement closer to him. 

he had hoped by the end of the night your lips would be on his and he would finally have your body pressed against his closer than the two of you were in the forest, sharing a bottle of fire whiskey. 

but to his dismay, you had denied him once more, only allowing his thumb to drag across your bottom lip teasingly but disappointingly, mumbling, “burn that sweater.”

something that made you smile and something that almost made you open your door wider to welcome him in. 

*

“you goin’ to the party tonight?”

you flinched lightly to see blaise’s face close to yours, whispering lowly and close to your ear. you frown for a minute, allowing your recognition to kick in before you smiled lightly, watching him slide into the seat next to you. 

you hummed, pressing your lips together, “depends whether or not you’ll play the songs i’ve been requesting since the very first slytherin party of yours.” 

“can’t help but your music taste is trash, love,” he shrugged plainly before you smacked his chest lightly with a bright smile on your face. he laughed in return with you before adjusting his posture back up, turning serious. “you have to come.”

“maybe,” you still smiled as you looked at him cautiously with your book pressed against your chest. 

you examined him, unsurely, knowing there was something else he wasn’t saying. 

“don’t be like that,” he shook his head, “it’s the last party of the year, we have to go out harder than all the others and you have to be there.” 

you giggled, shaking your head at his silly words, “like i said,” you stood, nodding slightly to him, “i’ll think about it.”

*

you showed up. and you found yourself in the same predicament as always.

you were familiar with his brown eyes as much as you were with his attitude and habits.

he stood over you with his usual thin pressed smirk, holding a red solo cup tightly while looking down to you on your position on the black leather couch that was shoved further from the center of the room. 

it had taken him a little longer than usual to find you and you had guessed it was due to him having his lips on a ravenclaw for most of the party. 

they were still red too. you guessed it was either from smeared on lipstick or due to her pressing so hard up against him that it bruised him a bit. 

you shook your head a little up at him but still smiled at how ridiculous he was, “almost hadn’t recognized you without that neck piece you had on most of the party.” 

a small smiled curved his cheeks as he looked at his shoes before back up to you and your low position, “she didn’t exactly fit me,” he mumbled before taking a seat next to you, his body so close and radiating off heat from the sweater he wore. 

your thumb grazed the corner of his mouth, trying your best to wipe away the red lipstick that soon begun to annoy you despite you still finding humor in it. you could feel his lips twitch beneath your light touch, mattheo’s eyes staring at your face, eating away at how your eyes gleamed beneath this low lighting. 

“you gonna let me kiss you tonight, y/l/n, or are we leaving that another thing for next year?” 

his words made you stop and drop your hand, slightly squinting at him, “depends if you ask nice enough.” 

he shook his head and you could tell you were driving him crazy from how you continued to play out and away from him, “are you scared?”

“why would i be?”

“because,” he mumbled but didn’t continue on with his sentence. he instead continued to study your face before twitching his line of sight to your lips, making your stomach tighten and eyes fall from an amused state, but rather a nervous one. 

you wanted to kiss him. 

and he knew it. 

you had finally cracked. and without asking nicely he had his lips against yours, pressing almost as hard as that ravenclaw girl with his hand holding the back of your neck while the other held your cheek. 

you could feel her lipstick press against your lipgloss, something that you had to swallow down and only ignore for you were eager. you weren’t sure for what but it had to be for him with how quickly you had leaned against him and thrown your arms around his neck, hoping to feel warmer and blissful and just as excited as you had felt when jumping into the cold waters of loch shiel, but it was nothing such. 

his body was warm and somehow the burning taste of alcohol that resonated from his mouth only made you hotter, starting from the insides and flowing out till you felt as if you needed to strip. 

his hold kept you stable and he only wanted to hold you harder, dig his fingers deeper into your skin in reassurance you wouldn’t disappear or melt away like he had half expected you to do, but you stayed, pressing your warm body against his. 

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batch 2

elle i literally just wrote part two 😭😭 i’ll publish it in the morning after i get it edited ily

ricky ik ur getting hella asks about your writing but are you gonna continue “friends with benefits”?

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