Damn, Nora looked fucking hot like that. Mattheo always thought she was hot—even when he hated her—but now? Merlin's Fucking Beard. It was taking everything in him not to bend her over in front of everyone and bury himself inside of her. He didn't even care they'd have an audience. At least they'd get a damn good show.

When she walked in limping on her poor leg with her arms wrapped around her body like a tight shield, some protective instinct arose in him. He'd jogged over to her with a smile on his face, hoping that it would put her at ease after the hell of a weekend she'd had.

Of course, he'd noticed instantly how attractive she looked. His pants had gotten tighter just from one look at her in that dress. It was a deep red (his favorite color) with a low neckline that made her large, perky breasts stick out just enough to drive him wild. It was short, very short, which made him wonder just how easy it would be to slip his hand under the hand and discover how wet she was.

Her dark eyes and red lips made her look like the vixen he knew she could be while her dark blonde curls were surprisingly down. Mattheo wasn't sure he'd ever seen her with her hair all the way down and he had to admit, he liked it. She looked more at ease, more like herself.

Plus, it would be easier to grab later.

Yes, the bet was finally fucking over. In fact, his friends had just paid up with the forty galleons that sat in his pocket before they began with a new round of bets, one that included Theo having to give up smoking for two weeks, something he agreed to much quicker than Mattheo thought.

But when she walked in, she took all of his attention. She looked so stunning and yet so vulnerable. He just wanted to wrap her in his arms and kiss every inch of her face—and fuck her afterward, of course. Perhaps if tonight went well, he would.

He kept stealing glances while everyone was chatting, noticing not only her sexy outfit but the way she just seemed off tonight. A little less like Nora.

No one wants me here. There was something wrong with the way she said that. Other than it being a blatant fucking lie—which it was because he wanted her there more than anything and not just because he wanted to see the way his cock looked with that red lipstick around it—it just seemed off. The Nora Rosier he knew would never say something like that. The Nora Rosier he knew would pretend like she was too good for this party and then leave.

"Hey, princess, can I speak with you for a second?" He muttered under his breath. She turned and looked at him, eyes completely confused. Mattheo just ignored it and said loudly to the group, "Nora forgot her crutches so we're headed up to her room to grab them." He turned to Enzo with a wink. "Don't worry, cap. I'm doing my duty."

Enzo rolled his eyes before waving his hand. "Just don't kill each other."

Mattheo grinned and helped Nora stand before leading them to the staircase with an arm wrapped around her waist. She felt small in his arms, though that was probably because he'd been working out lately. Not to brag but Mattheo's muscles looked pretty damn good.

"I don't need your help," Nora grumbled under her breath even though she was actively leaning into his embrace.

"Everyone needs help sometimes. Even you," he teased. She glared at him but allowed him to still help her up the stairs.

They quickly reached Nora's room. She unlocked the door and led him in before saying, "You know, I was doing just fine without my—"

But she was cut off by his body pushing her into the door with a thud. Nora gasped and placed her hands on his chest as if she was about to push him away. He stopped her by placing his lips on her neck, kissing it with a warm, open mouth.

"Mind telling me why you're all dressed up?" Nora stubbornly kept quiet so he bit her neck. She stiffened but moaned anyway. "Did someone have a date that wasn't me?"

"It doesn't m-matter," she stuttered.

"Matters to me."

She arched her body into his as if on instinct and he couldn't help but grind into it. Fuck, she felt good like this, her nails digging into him like a bloody cat. She could fight him all she wanted but when they were like this they were fucking brilliant.

"A friend with benefits who is no longer a friend and no longer giving me benefits apparently."

He grinned. "Good."

Nora raised a challenging eyebrow. "Mind telling me why you care? Or why you dragged me up here to get crutches only to make out with me instead?"

Mattheo dragged a finger down her face before smiling. "I love it when there are different questions with the same answer."

"And that answer is?"

He leaned into her ear before biting it, allowing his words to cascade over her like a fiery waterfall. Even with the musky amber perfume she was wearing, she still fucking smelled like coffee. He felt higher off of it than one of Theo's blunts. When Mattheo spoke, it was a husky voice that promised more. "Because you're mine. And I take care of what's mine."

When she spoke again, he was placing kisses all along the column of her throat. "I'm not yours."

"Beg to differ."

"Then get on your knees beg because I fucking hate you!"

He looked up at her with a smirk. "Princess, if I'm getting on my knees, it's for a much different reason."

"You're insufferable. Merlin, I hate you."

"Say it again," he murmured against her neck.

"That you're insufferable?"

"No, the other thing."

"I hate you?"

He groaned. Mattheo thrust his very hard, very aching cock into her. He ran one of his hands down her body to her pert ass before resting the other on her perky breasts. Nora moaned when he squeezed it roughly. "Fuck, I hate you too, princess. Say it again."

"I hate you."

His hand moved around to her pussy, noticing with a smirk just how soaking wet it was. Oh, this was going to be a very fun night. He stroked her clit with his knuckle before pinching her clit. She made a noise that sounded an awful lot like a cat before scratching the shit out of his scalp like one.

"Again."

"I hate you."

There were many, many things Mattheo Riddle wanted to do at that moment but a part of his mind remembered how they were only supposed to be up there for a few minutes and he wasn't sure Nora wanted them to know what they were doing. He couldn't give a fuck but she probably did.

"Here's what's going to happen." She frowned and opened her mouth to argue but he shut her up by slamming his dick into her pussy. "I'm in charge, sweetheart. Now are you going to be a good girl and do what I say?"

"Like hell, I'm going to listen to—"

Well, if Nora wasn't going to listen to words, she sure as fuck was going to listen to his actions. Mattheo leaned back only to slap her pussy. Roughly.

Nora shut up and eyed him with fire in her eyes. "Did you just—"

"Yes, and I'll do it again if you don't shut the fuck up and follow directions." She glared at him but closed her mouth. He smirked. "Atta girl. Since you're one of those Type-A assholes, here's a little plan to make you happy. We're going to go down and sit in that circle until the bottle I spin lands on you. Then I'm going to drag you into that broom closet and fuck you until you can't walk anymore. Your lovely little cast will be a nice excuse for a few days. Sound good?"

Her jaw was literally dropped. He couldn't help but grin cheekily at the way he effectively rendered Nora Rosier speechless for the first time in her damn life.

"Now that that's settled, come on. I'm tired of waiting to fuck you."

He placed his arm on her lower back and began to push her out of the corridor and down the stairs.

"But... but..."

"Princess, if you want to talk about asses I'm more than happy to slap yours as soon as that door is shut."

"You're impossible, you know that?" she huffed under her breath.

He smiled in the way that only Nora could make him smile. "Impossible and insufferable? My girl is so sweet."

"And that's another thing. I'm not your girl, Riddle."

Mattheo quickly wrapped his hand around her throat and cut off her air supply easily. Nora's eyes widened as she gripped his wrist tightly but she wasn't strong enough to push him off. "See, that's where you're wrong, Rosier. You can hate me all you want but at the end of the day, you're mine."

She whimpered before her eyes darkened in lust. It seemed that little Nora Rosier was almost as kinky as he was. This is going to be fun.

"Okay," she finally whispered once his grip loosened.

"Who knew that all it took to make you behave was a new necklace?" A sharp elbow soon found its way to his ribcage, which made him chuckle. "Hurt me all you want, baby girl. I like pain with my pleasure."

They reached the common room where the rest of the group hardly seemed to notice their absence, talking loudly about something that had happened to Blaise in one of his classes. After a few minutes, Mattheo clapped his hands together with a wicked grin. "Alright! Let's get started."

He grabbed one of the empty firewhisky bottles before saying, "Rules are simple. Spin the bottle and spend seven minutes in the broom closet with whatever bloke it lands on. No confundus charms, no passes. We'll spin the bottle to determine who goes first."

With a twirl, Mattheo spun the bottle, which landed on Draco. Malfoy muttered something sarcastic under his breath before spinning it himself only for it to land on Enzo. Enzo smiled. "This will be fun. We can have some guy bonding."

"Please kill me now," Draco groaned before standing up and following Enzo to the closet.

The rest of the group talked and drank butterbeer until the hourglass ran low. Nora spoke with the other two girls of the group, laughing occasionally as Daphne acted like, well, Daphne. The older Greengrass sister was always easy to get along with and Pansy could be too after she warmed up a little bit. Mattheo smiled as he watched them before getting up and walking to the closet.

But when he opened it, Draco and Enzo looked like they were minutes away from a fistfight.

"Don't be a fucking idiot. Ireland completely deserved to win the World Cup. That's why they did," Draco scoffed.

"Because they cheated! Krum is the best seeker in the world so how did he catch the snitch and they still lost?" Enzo argued.

"Because Bulgaria sucks," the blond boy drawled.

"Because there were a million fucking missed penalties. Ireland was definitely cheating!"

"Well," Mattheo butted in. "I can see this has been a fun seven minutes."

Draco glared at him before shoving the bottle into his chest. "If it's so bloody fun then you go next, Riddle."

Mattheo's eyes flashed to Nora with a mischievous glint. "Happy to."

It was true that Mattheo Riddle's morals weren't the highest. He'd buried too many bodies to pretend like he was some bloody saint. So it should come as a surprise to no one when Mattheo muttered a confundus charm on the spinning bottle in front of him, forcing it to land on Nora.

"Damn! Not Nora!" He cursed with a sly wink in her direction. "Anyone but her!"

"That's what you get, you fuckhead," Draco said, clearly missing the electricity going back and forth between the two.

"Just don't kill each other," Enzo repeated as the two of them walked to the closet.

The broom closet was fairly dusty and not very large, which was great in scenarios like these considering they didn't need a lot of room between them. Nora clearly looked disgusted as she took in the dark, musty room.

"This is filth—"

But he stopped her train of thought by shoving her against the stone column in the corner of the room and hiking up that sexy red dress. The sound of a belt being undone was the only sound in the room closet. Well, that and him muttering a room-silencing charm.

Within seconds, Mattheo Riddle was buried inside Nora Rosier's gloriously tight, wet pussy. He groaned as soon as he was fully inside of her while Nora was gasping with shock.

"You don't fuck around, do you?" She asked while wrapping her legs around his waist and allowing him to go even deeper.

"Not when it comes to you, I don't." Nora tried to wiggle against him but he stopped her with a hand to her neck. "Baby girl, I haven't come in a month. If you want this to last more than thirty seconds, you've gotta give me a second to get used to this."

She frowned. "Wait, your bet—"

"Was over as of about thirty minutes ago." And thank fuck for that because he wasn't sure how much longer he could go without being inside of her.

He slowly began to move, savoring the way she seemed to mold perfectly to his body. She was so fucking tight he thought he might come any second. Soon, she was gripping his shoulders while he thrust roughly against her, loving the way she didn't hesitate to use those long ass nails of hers to grip him. Nora's hips met his own until the only sounds in the room were flesh pounding against flesh and their breaths tangling.

Mattheo began to kiss and suck on her neck while taking her. He couldn't get enough of her. He didn't think he'd ever get enough of her. She was a drug and he was an addict.

Mattheo had always thought that sex felt good—great, even—but sex with Nora was out of this fucking world. He didn't want to ever come back down to Earth again.

"Does this feel good, princess?" He murmured against her neck. "Do you like taking my dick like the good little slut you are?"

Nora moaned and arched into him. Another time, they would be naked and he would be roughly biting and grabbing those boobs. But he'd gone too long without her to take his time.

"Yes, daddy," she gasped once he twisted them into a new angle, hitting her g-spot with every harsh thrust.

He thought he was going to come right at that very moment. "Oh my god, Nora, that was fucking hot."

She laughed. "Looks like I'm not the only one that likes dirty talk."

"Damn right, you're not." He pulled on her hair before growling, "You feel so good, princess. So damn tight and wet for me. This pussy and you are mine."

Nora shuddered. "We should lay down some ground rules—"

"Merlin's beard, Nor, only you could talk about bloody rules while I'm inside of you." But he loved it because she wouldn't be Nora if she waited. His girl wouldn't know the definition of the word patience if it hit her in the damn face.

She rolled her eyes. "What are you looking for?"

The question brought a pang of... well, a pang of something to his chest. He just wasn't sure what. Mattheo ignored it and went with the safe answer. The answer that wasn't a lie but didn't feel like the full truth either. "I want many, many hours spent like this."

Nora nodded. "Okay. Friends with benefits?"

His face scrunched, though with it buried in her neck she wouldn't have seen it. "Friends with benefits," he said even though the words tasted sour on his tongue for some reason.

"I don't want to treat each other differently." See also: nicely. Because he knew that was what she meant.

"Wouldn't dream of it." At least that wasn't a lie. He liked the way he and Nora challenged each other. He liked their bantering, their petty fights. Sometimes, it was the only thing he truly looked forward to each day, knowing that she would somehow keep him on his toes in the way that only she could.

"And I don't like sleeping around."

"Perfect because you're mine and I don't fucking share."

Just then, a knock sounded on the door. "Time's up, lovebirds," Theodore Nott called before beginning to open the door.

Mattheo kicked it back with a growl. "We're not fucking done."

Theo laughed. "Just don't get her pregnant, mate."

Mattheo smirked, knowing that Theo was probably the only one out of that group who wouldn't spill what he almost walked into, nor would he judge him. Especially not with that "secret girlfriend" of his.

He continued to move in and out of her, loving the way she began to make little noises in between each thrust. He lived for the sound of them, ached to hear them every damn day. Soon, the heat inside of both of them was rising higher and higher.

"Riddle, I'm... about... to... come..." Nora breathed while pulling on his curls.

"Let it out, princess," he said with a kiss to her cheek. "I'm going to come inside of you and you're going to walk back out there with me dripping out of you."

She shivered. "Why does that turn me on?"

He grinned. "Because you're a freak like me and you like knowing that I've staked my claim on you."

"I like that very much, daddy."

And that time, he did come.

"Fuck, Nora," he growled before coming inside of her, his chest heaving up and down while his knees felt weak. Several warm gushes of sperm exited him and entered her, more than he'd ever had before, something he was sure was a mixture of a month without any sort of release and the knowledge that he had finally fucked Nora Rosier. For too long she'd felt like this unattainable hot girl and yet now, she was finally his.

Nora curled into his arms as she, too, found her release. "Riddle," she moaned before slumping against him. He wrapped his arms around her and enjoyed the warmth that she brought to him with a smile on his face.

After a few moments of silence, she whispered, "I've never had sex like that before."

He chuckled breathlessly before setting her down gently. "Princess, that was just an appetizer. If you thought this was good, I can't imagine what you'll think when I get you in an actual bed."

She rolled her eyes. "You're insufferable."

"I think you mean insufferably sexy."

Nora pinned him with a fiery look that had him ready for round two already. Merlin, he'd never get enough of her. Never.

"I can't stand you," she hissed.

Mattheo smirked. "I'll get on my knees then."

By the time they finally left the broom closet, it had been a lot more than seven minutes.

Ahhh, I hope this was good! I was sweating writing it because I really wanted it to be good haha. Let me know what you think my luvs 3