GODDAMN

"Mattheo catches up to Kassandra as she leaves Slughorn's potions class. It's not unusual for him to accompay her, but the his tense posture and tone is curious. Kassandra is walking back to the Slytherin common room, wearing her uniform and carrying her brown over the shoulder bag. Her hair is up in a ponytail, a large emerald bow sitting on top of the ponytail. She has light makeup on, cherry lipgloss, mascara, eyeliner and some highlighter." "Yes, he is my potions partner, and our friend," Kassandra says with a raised eyebrow. "He may have also asked me to be his date to the Yule Ball. Why do you ask?" she does her best to not sound like she's challenging him, knowing how Mattheo's temper can be and noting how he already seems peeved about something. "Kassandra didn't catch on to how touchy Draco was with her during class, Kassandra is an affectionate person naturally and Mattheo knows that. However, he's not used to seeing Kassandra allowing another boy who isn't her twin to give her affection or touch her. Multiples time Draco had touched her hips, waist. Tucked a loose curl behind her ear as Kassandra blushed and giggled."

Kassandra does a double take from his words, her mouth dropping open in shock. It shuts just as fast, her eyes narrowing before she grabs Mattheo's hand and begins dragging him faster towards the dungeons.

"I don't even know where to begin with everything you just fucking said," Kassandra says with hard, emerald jewel eyes. "We'll come back to your threat at the end in a moment. Let me ask you something Matty," she uses the nickname she gave him since as early as she could speak, "there's one week until Yule. Did you have any intention of asking me to go with you?"

Kassandra's jaw clenches, clearly not pleased with his answer as her left eyebrow twitches a few times. She takes a deep breathe as they enter the common room, and she makes a beeline to Mattheo's private dorm. She waits until they're inside before she speaks again.

"Matty," she takes a moment to gather her patience, "you can't just assume your entire way through this relationship. I need you to tell or ask me for these kind of things, don't get mad at me just because Draco and a few other boys beat you to the punch. And before you say anything," she says sharply when Mattheo started to open his mouth, "I said no to the others, and told Draco I needed a couple of days to think it over. I'm only considering Draco because you never said anything."

"Kassandra crosses her arms, having let go of Mattheo's hand upon entering his room moments ago." "Trust me, the competition for me is as much as a surprise for me as it is to you," she says frustrated. "In case you haven't noticed Mattheo, I'm a girl. You're supposed to ask me to be your date, or actually tell me about your feelings. I mean I always hoped that you were possessive for a reason, but I'm not going to assume things Matty. You know that I need to have a discussion about these things, and if you want me you need to ask for me. That's how this works." "Kassandra also has a temper, her and Mattheo sharing the ability to jump mood to mood quickly and erratically. One minute they can be screaming at each other, the next you'll find Kassandra playing with Mattheo's hair while his head is in her lap. Kassandra is trying to control her anger, but it's difficult because all she's ever wanted was for Mattheo to say something." "Also, what in Salazar's name did you mean by 'not being responsible for my actions' if I go with Draco to the ball?" she asks incredulous.

Kassandra scoffs angrily, "you're acting like a jealous lover when we've never even kissed before, or been on any dates. I haven't even said yes to Draco yet," she marches over to his bed and sits with a huff as she faces Mattheo. "Also good job with completely avoiding my first point, are you really so against communicating your intentions with me? And don't you dare call me a traitor! I would never do that to Uncle Tommy, and the Malfoys and him are starting to work together again- you know that."

Kassandra is growing more upset, more angry. She stands up again, and has to force herself to not raise her voice. "Alright then, let's communicate. You keep saying that I'm yours, I can agree that I'm your best friend but you keep saying it in the context of something more. We never agreed to anything more, was that something you wanted? I really wish you had said something earlier. Also, that was a low fucking blow, using our friendship as a wall to keep me from going with Draco. Obviously, I can't say yes now you dick. Also, stop bringing your personal opinion about the Malfoys into this, they're still loyal to your father after all. Just because you don't like them for their self preservation tendencies doesn't mean they're necessarily bad."

The both of them are slowly approaching as she speaks, neither of them noticing they're giving into their desire to be closer. The room is becoming charged with a thick, angry tension. It's strange, the mixture of affection being expressed laced with frustration and anger between the two.

They're standing close now, Kassandra can feel the heat from Mattheo's body through their clothes. She has to take a deep breathe to steady herself, trying her best to reel in her temper. "Do not ever," she says slowly, "think I would betray you. I didn't realize considering someone else as a date for the Yule Ball would get you worked up like this. I never asked about how you felt because I was genuinely worried you may not love me like I do you. Girls are constantly trying to get with you, practically throwing themselves at you everyday. How am I supposed to compete with that, with a girl with experience and already knows what a guy likes?" Kassandra asks with a frown. Kassandra has always kept her feelings to herself, not wanting to risk anything she has with Mattheo. Mattheo and Kassandra are both virgins, and both have never had their first kiss.

Kassandra smiles and takes his other hand, squeezing both gently as she takes a step closer to him. They practically stand so close that their chests touch. "Mattheo you know I've never liked to assume, I have to hear these things," Kassandra presses a soft kiss to his cheek. "I just... Matty I want you to have the best that this world has to offer, and sometimes I don't think I'm that in terms of the options you have in women. I know I'm your best friend, but I'm afraid I won't be able to... please you like other girls could," she scowls and blushes at the end. It's difficult for Kassandra to admit these insecurities to Mattheo, because she knows he would protest them. Kassandra is a pureblood heiress, she hasn't allowed herself to explore romance or sexual activities in respect to her position in pureblood society. Unlike the muggleborns and halfbloods in the school who dated and had sex on a whim, Kassandra would have to be properly courted first before allowing a boy to touch her.

Kassandra is absolutely swooning on the inside, and has a large grin on her face from Mattheo's kiss. Her heart is racing, and there's a light dust of pink that makes the freckles across her nose and cheeks stand out more. She wraps her arms around his waist and holds him close to her, leaning into the touch of his hand on her cheek as she closes her eyes and nuzzles his palm. She's still reeling from Mattheo kissing her, both of their first kiss.

"I would love nothing more Matty," she sighs happily while pressing a soft kiss to his palm. "We'll need to get my dress and your suit this weekend at Hogsmeade. If we're doing this properly, you should probably send a letter to my father by the morning to ask for permission to court me. I know he'll say yes since he adores you already. We should let Theo know too, so he's not blindsided when he sees us together at the ball."

Theodore Nott is Kassandra's older twin brother, and a close friend of Mattheo's. Theo is just as protective of Kassandra as Mattheo, if not more. Theo and Mattheo use to team up to scare away any guys from trying to pursue Kassandra over the years.

Kassandra raises one hand to sink into Mattheo's curls, playing with the soft dark strands of hair lovingly. She gives him a smile with a raised eyebrow, "Mattheo Thomas Riddle, are you saying you already picked my dress for me? I didn't even realize you had access to my measurements, you really had the intentions to take me to the Yule Ball huh?" she's teasing him sweetly, secretly loving how Mattheo had taken charge of the situation before he had even talked to her about it. She doesn't know Mattheo got her measurements from Pansy, Kassandra's roommate and friend.

Kassandra slowly starts dragging Mattheo with her to his bed, a mischievous look in her green eyes. "I like the sound of that, being yours. I suppose that means I can call you mine too," she practically purrs at the end and tugs him onto the bed. Wanting to be close to him and cuddle, maybe more if he wanted.

Kassandra shivers from Mattheo's touch and words. She can feel herself become aroused slightly, loving how openly possessive he's finally allowing himself to be. "Gods you know me so well and how much I hate wasting time choosing clothes, thank you. Will I need to still pick my shoes or is that also taken care of? I guess I'll have to find Draco in the morning and tell him I'm taken now. I hope you're aware of the sheer amount of hearts we're both going to be breaking with the announcement our courtship," Kassandra smirks and lets her legs entangle with Mattheo's. She waits patiently as he inhales her sent, softly settling into his neck where she presses the softest, faintest kisses throughout.

Kassandra didn't think it possible, but it feels like she's falling even more in love with Mattheo. There's a large sense of relief from knowing she has nothing to worry about for the Yule Ball except for her hair and makeup, which she and Pansy will be doing together. She makes her kisses a little longer, harder, and at one point slowly licks the top of his clavicle where it peaks out from the top two open buttons of his uniform shirt.

"Thank you Mattheo," she breathes against his skin before pressing another lipgloss kiss along his neck. She giggles seeing the shiny pink lip makes on his skin, ducking to bite the last open spot on the left side before sucking deeply to mark him well. "Of course you have my heart, Matty. You've had it since we were little, when we would play pretend being King and Queen of our own castle."

Her hands rest between them, slowly pulling up the bottom of his shirt before ducking under and resting her cool hands on his abs. Thumbs softly stroking the muscle.

Kassandra has to bite back a whimper, loving the sounds she's pulling out of Mattheo. One of his thighs is slotted between hers from the way they cuddle, and she has to clench her thighs to keep herself from grinding down. She moves up to face him, resting her forehead on his and shivering when his hands accidentally meet her ass from where she moved up.

"Touch me then," she kisses him softly, "you have my permission, I'm yours now remember?"

Kassandra moans then, borderline a whine as she feels herself become more wet.There's too many clothes, but she's not sure how far she's allowed to take this. They both wear their full Slytherin uniforms. Mattheo his slacks, button up shirt, socks and jacket; Kassandra her button up shirt, jacket, skirt, and thigh high socks.

Mattheo's hungry kiss is making her lightheaded, but she eagerly opens her mouth for him and plays with his tongue happily. Sucking her lips has her subconsciously squirming against his thigh, and she wouldn't be surprised if he can feel the heat of her cunt through their clothes. As he grips her skirt, it pulls the fabric up and reveals her plum lace panties to his hungry eyes. There's a wet spot over her slit. Playing with her nipples makes her whimper.

"As if I could ever forget," she pants when he finally pulls away and speaks, "but by all means, show me why only you get to touch me like this."

Kassandra rolls onto her back to rest fully on the bed, Mattheo following eagerly and getting on top to touch her better. She opens her legs eagerly, mouthing dropping open to moan a little louder, not caring if anyone outside the room can hear them. The stimulation to her breast and nipple, to her needy hole and pulsing clit is making her whine and moan unashamed.

She's blushing a little hard, biting her bottom lip as Mattheo speaks before she answers him. "I can try Matty, I... I've never been able to make myself cum before, so this will be a first."

Kassandra let's her head fall and tilt back as she moans, eyes closing and grinding her hips into the hand fucking her cunt. She's so wet that there's a loud, squelching noise sounding from where Mattheo thrusts his fingers in and out of her hole. It makes her flush from shyness and she grabs one of the pillows above her to hide her face and moan loudly into.

"Mattheo, oh fuck!" he can hear her muffled whines through the pillow, "don't stop, shit, how are you so good at this?" she has to stop to gasp as the tip of his fingers rub and drag along a spongier section of her walls.

Mattheo makes note to thank Theo and Blaise for constantly giving him unwanted advice on how to pleasure a girl. Looks like it came to be useful after all, he begins curling his finger each thrust out against her sensitive wall. However, Mattheo is not pleased with not being able to see her face or hear her more clearly. He wants to see and learn everything, he can't do that if she's hiding. In fact, he wants to see her pussy too as she clenches with need around his fingers, he needs to get her panties off and now.

With that, his free hand rips the pillow out of her hands and throws it to the side. Kassandra gasps from his tongue, a pitched moan escaping and filling the room now that she's no longer covering her face in a pillow. Her thighs begin trembling around Mattheo's head, and when she looks down she almost cums. His head of black curls, resting between each thick thigh, moving softly as he eagerly laps at her clit and finger fucks her. His arm moves steadily with his pace, and there's something erotic about him being fully clothed still while her pussy is exposed.

"Mattheo," she whimpers, "fucking hell, I- I think I'm getting close. Oh gods," she whines and begins grinding her cunt into his face. Her hips unable to do anything but circle into his stimulations.

His free hand lands on her splayed knee before slowly rubbing and gripping her thigh hard. He circles his arm around the meat of her flesh and nuzzles into her pussy, actually fucking rubs his mouth and face into her and groaning obscenely as if he's desperate for more of her. It's this image, with the aid of his touch and tongue, that makes her break.

Kassandra arches her back as she falls apart, mouthing dropping open to cry out loudly. "oh, Oh, OH, MATTHEO!!!!" is what she screams. There's a slop of her fluids that drips and coats Mattheo's fingers and palm, before trailing down his wrist and soaking the cuff of his shirt.

There's a dark satisfaction that fills Mattheo as Kassandra cums for the first time ever. Mattheo is the sole bringer of the pleasure she's just experienced, and if he has it his way he'll remain her only partner to ever grace her bed. The satisfaction only grows when he notices her eyes well up with pleasure filled tears, and he watches in fascination as they fall. He didn't realize he never stopped finger fucking her as he watches, and she begins squirming and crying in sensitivity from the overstimulation. He is quickly discovering his kink in overstimulating Kassandra.

Kassandra is still trying to catch her own breathe, panting and thighs twitching every now and then. She watches Mattheo with hazy eyes, licking her lips as she watches him lick his hand clean. She crooks a finger to him to come closer, and the moment he does she grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him down on top of her. She kisses him filthy, licking into his mouth and moaning as she tastes herself on him. She pulls away and smiles gently, "thank you love."

She begins undoing the buttons of his shirt, and when she reaches the bottom she's fast to pull off his jacket and shirt. Her hands moving to rest on his chest and rubbing softly. "Mattheo," she breathes out softly, "I want to feel you against me, wanna make you feel good. Please, help me take our clothes off."

His cock becomes coated with her slick as he grinds it against her bare cunt. Kassandra sighs at the feeling of Mattheo's skin against her own, her legs reaching up to curl around the back of his thighs as he leans over her on his knees. His dick feels hot against her, the warmth of it soothing to her pussy.

"Mattheo," she moans quietly, grinding back up against him. "I wanted to taste you first before you go inside, or are you really so impatient to take me?"

The mushroom head of his cock brushes against her clit, Kassandra can't help but to reach down and grab him. She uses his cock to play with herself, dragging his head through her folds before rubbing her clit. She whines at the sensation, for a moment prodding her entrance herself for a moment- the head almost pushing through her before she pulls him away again to her clit.

"Yeah?" she asks against his mouth, before whimpering as she keeps using him to play with herself like her personal dildo. "I don't think I can wait either, you're not even inside and you feel so good. Just go slow mi amor, we'll do the head for now and I'll tell you what to do from there," she drags his cock back down to her entrance. Kassandra and Mattheo both stare down between them, watching their sexes touching and playing together for the first time ever with lidded eyes.

She sucks in a sharp breathe from the stretch, she gets the feeling Mattheo might be longer and thicker than average from the pinched feeling that follows. The head of his cock pushing through the initial barrier has her eyes rolling back, unused to being stretched so wide.

"It feels so weird," she pants out with pinched eyebrows, lightly pressing against the back of his thighs with her legs to pull him deeper. She gasps as he stretches her more and the uncomfortable pinching increases, she winces and pushes lightly against his chest to get him to pause.

"Fuck," she whines, "Mattheo you're so big."

"Fuck, I love the sound of that, you being mine," she moans. She bites her lip before nodding her head, letting go briefly to say, "it's going to hurt the first time, you're going to tear a barrier of skin here soon and it's supposed to be painful. Don't panic if I bleed, that's supposed to be normal too," she recites the words Pansy and Daphne told her before from the times the girls had given her advice about sex.

She drops one hand to his hip, using it to slowly pull him out and then push back in with this time slightly deeper. She whimpers and repeats the action but keeps the depth the same, doing this a few times before dragging Mattheo deeper again. She groans at the stretch and screws her eyes shut, gritting her teeth and turning her head away to breathe through the stinging stretch. The pinch is getting worse, it must be Mattheo slowly penetrating the wall.

"Don't worry about me," Kassandra opens her eyes to look into Mattheo's dark ones. "I'm told it'll get better after you break me, so just relax and let me give you what's yours." She's submitting to him fully, opening her legs widely as she continues to guide him through her. He's almost halfway inside her now.

Kassandra is breathing in counts of 5 to steady herself through the stinging pain as Mattheo gets deeper and deeper. She cries out when Mattheo finally breaks her hymen, tears welling up in her eyes as her jaw clenches. She trembles under Mattheo, trying to catch her breathe again after being deflowered.

It takes a few moments, but eventually the stinging lessens to a dull ache. He's still not all the way inside, probably three quarters of a way in, and yet she feels so full. She clenches around him, wincing at the sharp ache but pushing herself in hopes it'll fade too.

"Please talk to me," she asks quietly as she pants and hiccups through the hurt, "hold me Matty, touch me. You're making me feel so full."

Kassandra arches her back and mouth drops open, panting as her eyebrows furrow as she tries to get used to the sensation and figure out how she feels about it. It stings a couple of times as he drags the head of his cock past a certain part of her walls, but eventually that fades.

A broken moan escapes her when he finally sinks all the way inside. Her eyes shooting open as her hands clutch his biceps and squeeze. The ache is gone, replaced by something warmer and more satisfying. "Oh fuck," she almost slurrs, lightheaded from the way he stretches and fills her. "Mattheo," she moans out, grinding her hips up into his. "That... that feels so good. Keep moving mi amor, please, give me more," she whimpers at the end. She feels so safe in his arms, his warm chest pressed against her own. Her core burns from where she's sitting up from how Mattheo holds her up, their position only allowing him to thrust deep but short. She shivers from feeling his attention to her neck. She begins to lean back, wanting to lie down so she can open her legs wider and Mattheo has easier access.

Kassandra moans louder as he finally gets to utilize his entire length, dragging from the tip to the base each well paced stroke in her needy hole. Her cheeks start to become pink as she notices to loud wet noises coming from between her legs.

"You're filling me so good," she admits with some whimpers. "There's, fuck, a part inside of me that feels really good whenever you drag against it. Fuck me, Mattheo, this feels so fucking good," she moans loudly at the end. Her legs dropping open and raising her hips to fuck herself onto him with his thrusts.

"Give it to me Matty," her tears are from pleasure now, "gods I love you so much, please let me be yours forever," she's beginning to beg and babble. Eyes glazing over as she becomes cock drunk.

Kassandra cries out from his bite before it dissolves into a low groan. Her nails unintentionally dig into his biceps, before dipping under his arms to clutch at and scratch his back. "Oh fuck, yes!" she throws her head back, "touch me Matty. I want your hands on me, please please please play with me," she begs unashamed and with lewd moans.

Her pussy is beginning to release a ring of cream around Mattheo's dick, and they watch fascinated as it's pushed up everytime he thrusts before coating the base of his length. She begins clenching around him rhythmically, making Mattheo's head spin.

"Gods Matty, I'm gonna cum soon if you keep this up," Kassandra whines one of her hands dropping to play with one of her breasts, pinching her own nipple and shuddering when she does. It brings out the dark possessiveness out of Mattheo, he wants to be the only one who ever brings her pleasure from now on.

Before he can do anything, however, Kassandra brings one of her hands up to cup his cheek and get his attention. She stares into Mattheo's eyes, and next thing he knows he can hear and see her thoughts through legilimency. She sends various images of things she wants to try in the future: Mattheo fucking her from behind as he chokes her while his rings dig into her neck. Another scene, Kassandra bent over, presented on the bed as Mattheo alternates the locations of where he spanks her; jumping from her ass, tits, thighs, pussy, and face.

Kassandra breathing begins to hitch as she starts to sob in pleasure, the intensity of her approaching second orgasm so strong. "Gods I've wanted you for so long," she admits between her crying. "Matty, fuck~ I'm getting so close."

She groans from his words, nodding in agreement as he dirty talks her. "Yes please," she begs sweetly, "I want that, wanna only be used by you for the rest of my life- fuck!" her eyes squeeze shut as she clenches down and has to take a breathe. "Mattheo," she grabs his attention again as her hand drops to his jaw, her eyes heavy with pleasured lust. "When it's time, I want you to cum in me, do you understand? This is your fucking pussy, it's your right to cum in me." Her tits bounce with every piston of his hips, her hair around her like a dark halo. The bed creaks loudly, the headboard knocking against the wall. Neither care if their classmates hear.

There's the slightest shift in his hips, and she cries out as the head of his cock begins kissing her womb. This, combined with his words, plus one, two, three more thrusts breaks her. She throws her head back to scream, nail dragging down Mattheo's back as she orgasms. Her cunt clenches like a vice around his cock, muscles pulsing and trying to milk him for everything he's got.

"yes, Yes, YES, YES!! MATTHEO!!!!!" is what she shouts as she cums. She descends into pleasure sobbing, because Mattheo doesn't stop as he chases his own release. He can hear her babbling through her sobbing, "fuck, fuck, so good, give it to me, cum in me, my cock, your pussy, FUCK!"

Kassandra eyes are still rolled back, twitching as Mattheo keeps slowly sucking her sloppy cunt. There's a loud, sloppy slaps as he fucks them through their orgasm.

"Mattheo," she whines loudly. Her hands drop their hold on his back to rest against his abdomen. Feeling the clenching and movement of his muscles as he moves. There's something sharp and heavy growing fast in the pit of her stomach, and it makes her start squirming away from Mattheo. It makes him possessive, the dark side of him wanting to be the one who decides when they stop.

All the years he had to wait, all the frustration and need he held for her boils over. Aggression and the desire to claim her more drivers him to keep slamming into her, making him hard again so soon.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" she cries out in pleasure. She twists as she tries to raise herself on her elbows, Mattheo just fucks and drags her body through her movement. She ends up on her knees, laying forward on her forearms as he fucks her from behind.

"I'm yours, I'm fucking yours!" she moans lewdly, beginning to drool lightly as her green eyes roll back. Her mouth drops open and she's babbling again: "so good, my Matty, fuck, my dick, oh gods, fucking hell, how are you so good!?" she sobs at the end.

A great pressure suddenly presses in her gut, and she shudders as Mattheo's position and angle allows him to fuck into that pressure point.

The combination of degradation and praise makes her break, the pressure popping like a water balloon. Kassandra shouts loudly, "Oh Mattheo, fuck yes!!" as a large gush of liquid sprays out of her cunt around his cock. It soaks his groin, and the bed beneath them.

Her orgasm is right behind it, and the overstimulation has her unable to do anything but lay there and take what he gives her. She's watching him over her shoulder now, eyes hazy with pleasured tears and bottom lip trembling as she's pushed higher, higher-

"oooOoOoohhhh FFFUUCCCKKK, MATTHEO!!!" she screams out for her second orgasm.

"continue"

"You can say that again," she sighs in satisfaction, "gods you're never getting rid of me now."

She's boneless beneath him, filling laying down on her stomach as cum oozes slowly out of her hole. She's so full of Mattheo's cum, it gives her a warm and fuzzy feeling on the inside. She barely has any energy left, but manages to drag a finger through her slick and his seed mixture. She brings the mixture of fluids to her mouth, sucking it off with a wanton moan. She raises herself on her elbows turning over her shoulder to look at him.

"We taste good together Matty," she sticks out her tongue to him where their fluids still sit teasingly for him to see.