PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT

The Slytherin common room was the perfect blend of warmth and comfort, with a soft fire crackling in the hearth. Y/N and Mattheo sat close together on the couch, a quiet moment shared between them as they joked around with the rest of the group. Theo, always looking for a bit of fun, couldn't resist striking up a conversation that he knew would get under Mattheo's skin.

"So, Y/N," Theo began, lounging in the armchair opposite them, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, "what's your favorite outfit on Mattheo?"

Y/N's eyes twinkled with an almost playful arrogance, and without missing a beat, she responded, "A towel around his waist. Clothes are overrated."

Mattheo's head snapped toward her in disbelief. "What?" His voice cracked slightly, as if he couldn't comprehend what she had just said.

"Yeah," Y/N said nonchalantly, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "A towel. It's simple, no extra fabric, and just... him." Her voice dropped a bit, as if sharing a secret with the whole room. "It's best when he's just stepped out of the shower. You don't even understand how hot he looks. It's honestly unreal."

There was a heavy silence in the room for a moment. The boys exchanged glances, unsure of how to react, while Mattheo's face slowly turned a deep shade of red. He rubbed his temples as if trying to process the absurdity of it all.

Theo, ever the troublemaker, was the first to break the silence. "Wait, so you're telling me the best look on Mattheo is... a towel? I mean, I get it—he's a handsome guy, but a towel?" He let out a laugh, clearly enjoying the sight of Mattheo squirming. "I'm starting to think this might be a new trend. Forget robes. Towels are the way to go."

Blaise snorted, shaking his head. "I don't know, man. I think Y/N might be onto something. Towel Mattheo sounds pretty damn good."

Y/N sat up a little straighter, clearly enjoying the attention. "Honestly," she continued, her tone light and teasing, "it's the best look. I get to kiss him, and if I feel like it, the towel just... slips off." She said this last part with a glint in her eye, enjoying the effect it had on the boys.

Mattheo, his face now crimson, groaned in exasperation. "Y/N, please, not in front of everyone."

Theo leaned forward, clearly reveling in Mattheo's discomfort. "Oh, come on, Mattheo," he said, laughing. "This is gold. Who knew towels could be so... exciting?"

Lorenzo, who had been quiet until now, gave a small chuckle. "You know, I've always said a good towel does wonders. Maybe we've all been sleeping on it."

Mattheo buried his face in his hands, shaking his head. "I can't believe you guys are all encouraging her."

Y/N just smirked, enjoying the banter far too much. She leaned in closer to Mattheo, her lips brushing against his ear. "Don't worry, babe," she whispered, her voice a little more seductive than usual, "you look great in that towel. It's my favorite thing to see."

Mattheo's eyes widened, and his heart was racing. He grabbed her chin gently, tilting her head so their eyes locked. "You're going to be the death of me, Y/N," he muttered, before quickly pulling her in for a kiss.

The kiss was hard, desperate—like he couldn't take the teasing anymore. His lips crashed into hers, silencing her playful remarks, shutting her up in the best way possible. He kissed her deeply, one hand threading into her hair, the other pulling her closer to him. The room fell silent at the sudden intensity of the kiss, with the boys all watching in a mix of shock and amusement.

Y/N was momentarily taken aback, her body freezing as Mattheo kissed her with surprising force. It took only a second for her to melt into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers curling into his hair. The warmth between them intensified as the kiss deepened, and Mattheo finally pulled back, panting slightly. His face was flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire, and his eyes were darkened, filled with something much more than just irritation.

"Are you done teasing me now?" Mattheo breathed out, his lips still close to hers.

Y/N, caught off guard but thoroughly pleased, smirked. "Maybe. But you're the one who kissed me to shut me up. Can't say I'm complaining."

The boys in the room were all too aware of the tension in the air. Blaise was the first to break the silence, his voice laced with amusement. "Well, that's one way to handle it. Can't say I expected that, but damn... that was... intense."

Theo, still laughing, shook his head. "I think we just witnessed the world's fastest shutdown of a conversation."

Lorenzo grinned. "You've got to give it to Mattheo, though. That kiss was impressive."

Y/N leaned back into Mattheo's arms, grinning up at him. "See? Told you the towel was a good look."

Mattheo rolled his eyes, but there was a faint, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. "You're impossible, Y/N. But I guess I don't mind being your favorite towel model."

The rest of the boys laughed, teasing Mattheo relentlessly, but there was no mistaking the smug look on Y/N's face as she leaned into her boyfriend. Mattheo could only shake his head, a smile finally breaking through the embarrassment, as he wrapped an arm around her, holding her close.

The towel may have started the teasing, but the kiss had ended it with a promise of more fun to come.

The teasing had reached its peak, and the atmosphere in the Slytherin common room was electric. Y/N's smirk lingered as she watched Mattheo try to hide his embarrassment, his face flushed but with a subtle smile. The boys were still laughing and joking about the whole towel situation, but Y/N was thoroughly enjoying the chaos she'd caused. Her playful nature had a way of making everyone squirm, especially Mattheo, and she loved it.

However, Mattheo had clearly reached his limit. He stood up abruptly, shaking his head with a deep sigh. "That's it. You're done being social for the day, Y/N," he declared, his tone serious but laced with an undertone of amusement.

Before she could even respond, Mattheo had scooped her up effortlessly, tossing her over his shoulder with a swift movement.

"What the—Mattheo!" Y/N exclaimed, her legs kicking in the air as she found herself draped across his back. The room fell silent for a second, the boys all staring in shock at the sudden shift in dynamics.

Mattheo, still holding her over his shoulder with surprising ease, looked down at her with a smirk. "You're too much trouble. I've had enough of this."

Y/N let out a dramatic huff, pretending to be annoyed as she crossed her arms. "Oh, come on! I'm just having fun!"

Theo, still in the armchair, raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed by Mattheo's strength. "Well, this is a new one. Didn't think Mattheo had it in him to carry someone out of here like a sack of potatoes."

Blaise chuckled. "This is going to be interesting. Are we supposed to be worried about what's about to happen next?"

Lorenzo just shook his head, laughing under his breath. "I think Mattheo's had enough of the teasing. Can't blame him."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh at her own predicament. "You're really going to carry me away like this? What's next, Mattheo? Lock me in your dorm?"

Mattheo, still walking with her over his shoulder, shot her a teasing look. "You need a time-out, Y/N. You've caused enough chaos for one day. I'm taking you somewhere quiet, away from all of this."

Y/N huffed in mock protest, her head dangling slightly down as she playfully glared at the boys. "You're so dramatic, Mattheo."

"I think it's the only way to keep you from starting trouble," he replied, his grin evident even though she couldn't see it.

Mattheo walked confidently out of the common room, carrying Y/N like she weighed nothing. The boys called after them, teasing Mattheo about his new "method of control," but Y/N only laughed, enjoying the playful banter.

"Let's get you settled," Mattheo said with a chuckle as he carried her through the halls, finally stopping in front of his private dorm. He gently set her down, though his hands still rested on her waist, his eyes full of amusement.

Y/N crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "So, is this where I'm being held hostage for the rest of the day?"

Mattheo smirked, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "If that's what it takes to stop you from causing a scene every time I turn around, then yes, maybe."

"Well, at least it's quiet in here," Y/N said with a playful shrug. "And I guess if you're going to imprison me, it could be worse."

"Good," Mattheo said with a small, satisfied smile. "Now, stay here and relax for a bit while I try to recover from the heart attack you nearly gave me earlier."

Y/N leaned back against the bed with a smirk, her eyes glinting mischievously. "You know, Mattheo, you never did get to finish that kiss."

Mattheo paused, a glint of mischief appearing in his eyes. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood today," he said, leaning in close enough that their lips were almost touching.

"Uh-oh," Y/N teased, "now that is dangerous."

Mattheo's grin only widened. "Careful, Y/N. You may have caused a lot of chaos, but I'm still the one in control here."

And with that, they shared a soft kiss, one that left no room for teasing, no room for laughter. Just the two of them, finally at ease for the moment, knowing that whatever games they played with each other, they would always end up back here, in the same place, together.