PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT

Y/N had been walking down the hallway, her eyes locked on Mattheo from across the room. It was another typical evening at Hogwarts, and the boys were gathered near the Slytherin common room, standing by the large archway as usual, chatting amongst themselves. Mattheo stood out even among his friends. His tall figure loomed in the center of their group, leaning against the stone wall, a smirk playing on his lips as he exchanged words with Theo and Blaise.

Y/N's gaze was fixed on him, her heart rate quickening as she closed the distance between them. She had been restless all day, a fiery energy swirling beneath her skin, and now it was time to let it out.

Her hands acted on instinct, reaching out and grabbing the loop of Mattheo's belt. Before he could react, Y/N yanked him forward, pulling him close enough for their bodies to brush against each other. His sharp intake of breath matched the fire in her own veins, and the instant he landed against her, she could feel the heat emanating from him. The moment was electric, a rush of intensity that neither of them could ignore.

The boys immediately fell silent, their eyes snapping to the couple as they exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of the situation. Mattheo's gaze never wavered from Y/N's, but the smirk that danced across his face told a different story.

"Well, well," Blaise said, breaking the silence, his voice filled with amusement. "Guess we all know how Y/N's feeling today."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Mattheo, do you always let her pull you like that?"

Y/N felt her pulse quicken, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself under the boys' scrutinizing stares. She hadn't planned on this—hadn't expected to lose control in front of all of them—but Mattheo's presence was overwhelming. She could feel the weight of his eyes on her, intense and unrelenting.

"You know," Mattheo's voice broke the quiet, low and dangerous, "You wanna be tied to my bed with my belt, darling, while I rail you?"

The words hit her like a tidal wave. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as her body froze for a split second, eyes wide, heat rising to her face. The boys, standing in the background, seemed just as stunned as she was. The tension in the air could have been cut with a knife.

Theo's eyebrows shot up. "Jesus, Mattheo. You couldn't have kept that one to yourself, could you?"

Blaise chuckled, his arms folded over his chest. "No, no, I like it. Can't say I'm surprised though. We all know Mattheo doesn't hold back."

Enzo leaned against the stone wall, his expression a mix of amusement and disbelief. "And Y/N's just standing there... taking it," he added with a small grin.

Y/N's face burned with embarrassment, and she couldn't hide the heat that spread across her cheeks. It was too much. She felt exposed, caught between her own desire and the humiliation of everyone watching.

"Mattheo," she whispered, her voice barely audible, trying to get him to stop, but there was no stopping the intensity he had unleashed.

But Mattheo wasn't done yet. With a slow, deliberate motion, he moved even closer, his face inches from hers. His hand reached for her waist, his fingers slipping underneath the fabric of her shirt, and she gasped at the sudden closeness.

"You're dripping wet, aren't you?" Mattheo's voice was low, almost a growl, the words coming out with such certainty that Y/N could hardly breathe. He didn't wait for an answer, knowing full well how she felt. "I can feel it. You want me, don't you?"

Y/N's heart was pounding in her chest, and there was no denying the way her body responded to his words. Her blush deepened, and for a moment, she couldn't find the words to speak. All she could do was stand there, her hands shaking slightly as she tried to maintain some semblance of control.

From behind them, the boys were still watching, some with wide eyes, others with their usual cocky grins. But the tension had shifted now, and it was clear that this wasn't just a playful exchange anymore.

Mattheo reached out and gripped her tightly, his hands slipping beneath her thighs as he picked her up effortlessly, lifting her off the ground. Y/N gasped, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck to steady herself.

"Mattheo!" she protested, but her voice faltered as he moved, walking away from the group and towards the door. "You can't—stop—" But there was no stopping him now.

The boys exchanged looks, their jaws dropping as Mattheo began to walk away with Y/N in his arms. Draco was the first to speak, his voice full of disbelief. "You're fucking kidding me. You're just walking off with her?"

Blaise shook his head. "I can't believe this. It's like watching a bloody romance movie. But I gotta hand it to him. Mattheo doesn't do anything halfway."

Y/N's pulse was racing as Mattheo strode down the hallway. The world around them seemed to fade as the only thing she could focus on was the grip he had on her, the heat of his body against hers, and the intensity in his eyes. His steps were steady and sure, each one bringing them closer to his dorm, a place where they could finally be alone.

Y/N buried her face in his neck, trying to calm her racing thoughts, but there was no stopping the rush of emotions that flooded her. The intensity between them was like nothing she had ever felt before. She had always known that Mattheo had a way of getting under her skin, but this—this was something else entirely.

When they reached his dorm, Mattheo didn't even pause. He kicked the door open, his movements smooth and calculated. Without a word, he carried Y/N into the room and set her down on the bed with a force that left her breathless.

The door clicked shut behind them, and in the silence that followed, Y/N felt her heart pounding louder in her chest. Mattheo stood over her, looking down at her with that same smirk that had been there from the very beginning. But this time, it was different. There was no teasing in his eyes, only pure desire and control.

"You don't get to run away this time, Y/N," he said, his voice firm, but his eyes softened ever so slightly. "Tonight, you're mine."

Y/N swallowed hard, trying to gather the strength to resist, but deep down, she knew she didn't want to. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and the tension that had been building for so long was finally coming to a head.

"Mattheo..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

He leaned in closer, brushing his lips against hers in a slow, deliberate kiss, his hands trailing down her body, sending jolts of electricity through her.

"You're mine, Y/N," he repeated, his voice soft but commanding, and Y/N couldn't help but surrender to him.

As the night unfolded, all of the noise and distractions of the world faded into nothing. There was only Mattheo, only the connection between them, raw and unrestrained. The boys might have seen it, but this moment was for them alone.