dressing up as britney spears to tease ur bf? iconic.
• smut • baby one more time — mattheo riddle x femby/femboy! gn! reader
so like,, it’s gender neutral but not.
like, this is for pretty much anyone other than cis women so-
(y’all get every other x reader anyways so you’ll be fine)
warnings: SMUT MDNI, oral (reader receiving — no anatomical descriptors), ig oral fixation?, crossdressing kink(?), body worship, hand kink? is that a thing?
the ending is SO CHEESY but i kinda love it
smut ain’t really my thing, but some anon asked for this and the idea just GRIPPED me (apologies, anon, for losing your ask, i have absolutely no idea where it went) and i figured y'all might like it. enjoy, you funky lil allosexuals
requests open
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“Hey, babe? Enz is throwing this huge Halloween party thing tonight. You wanna come?”
You looked up from your textbook to meet the pleading eyes of your boyfriend and his best friend.
“Why do I have the sinking suspicion there’s a catch?” You asked dryly, ignoring Mattheo’s puppy dog eyes.
The two boys shared a look before Enzo hesitantly spoke up.
“It’s a costume party.”
You shrugged. “Okay?”
Enzo blinked in surprise. “Are you willing to dress up?”
“I’ll think about it.”
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Woah.
Holy shit.
Y/n walked- no, strutted into the common room.
In shiny black platform mary janes.
And black over-the-knee stockings.
And a black pleated skirt.
And a white uniform shirt, almost entirely unbuttoned and tied at the bottom to raise the hemline into a crop top.
And a grey cardigan in an entirely useless attempt at modesty.
And eyeliner dear Merlin.
And a pink bow in their hair.
And a hot pink heart shaped lollipop in their mouth.
Mattheo’s cheeks burned as he cleared his throat and slid a finger under his tie to loosen it.
Shit.
~~~
Y/n scanned the crowd for their boyfriend, sucking on their lollipop absentmindedly.
They spotted him, face flushed and eyes wide, already staring at them from where he sat on the very edge of the common room couch.
They pulled the lollipop out of their mouth with a sly smirk, wiggling the fingers of their free hand in a teasing wave.
Popping the candy back into their mouth, Y/n sashayed over to their partner, wasting no time before plonking down in his lap, their legs on either side of his hips.
“Hi, baby,” you murmured around your sucker, fluttering your lashes.
Mattheo stared at you, completely slack-jawed. His face was as red as a Weasley’s hair, and his hands trembled when they came up to rest on your hips and keep you steady.
“Love your costume, babe,” you snicker, tugging gently on the collar of his Hawaiian shirt. “Ace Ventura?”
He blinks, startled out of his trance. “Huh? Oh- ye-yeah.”
You shoot him a flirtatious grin, smoothing your hands up his chest and over his shoulders.
His grip tightened on your hips when you ran your fingers through the curls of hair at the nape of his neck, and his mouth remained hanging open.
You smirked again and pulled your sucker out of your mouth with audible pop! that made Mattheo’s ears burn red.
“Better close your mouth, or you’ll catch flies, sweetheart,” you tease, holding your lollipop out to his mouth.
His eyes widened as you basically shoved your lollipop into his mouth, his grip on your hips tightening as he suddenly dragged you closer on his lap.
“Baby, don’t tease,” he said lowly, moving the stick of the lollipop to the corner of his mouth and dragging his hands from your hips down to the tops of your thighs.
You had to close your eyes and breathe for a minute at the sensation, having to physically hold yourself back from jumping his bones right then and there.
“Babe…” Mattheo whispered, running his large hands over the fabric of your skirt in an infatuated manner.
Perched on his lap, despite being in the middle of a raucous party, neither one of you seemed to even register the presence of other people.
“Matty,” you breathed, your eyes tracking the small motion of the lollipop stick as it moved around Mattheo’s mouth. “Matty, your room.”
He all but shoved you off of his lap in his haste to stand up, quickly grabbing your hand and dragging you through the throng of people as he made a beeline for the dorms.
“Leaving so soon? But you just got here.”
“Sorry, Enz,” Mattheo responded breathlessly as his friend stepped in front of him, his grip on your hand tightening. “We need to go. See ya.”
Enzo nodded and stepped aside, shooting you a knowing smirk and snickering when you flushed as your boyfriend dragged you down the hall.
~~~
Mattheo pushed you up against his bedroom wall the second the door clicked shut. His tongue was in your mouth before you even had a chance to blink.
He kissed you like a man starved, cupping your jaw reverently as he pulled you closer.
You separated for air, expressions of surprise at the other’s reaction to the outfit evident on both of your faces.
“Babe,” Mattheo’s voice cracked with emotion, with lust, as he obsessively ran his hands over the expanse of your exposed midriff, his eyes trailing down your body. “Babe.”
“I take it you like the outfit.” You laugh breathlessly, cheeks flaming from all of the attention.
“Fuckin’ love, darlin’,” he groaned, shoving a knee between your thighs as he swooped in for another kiss. “Y’damn tease.”
Your breath caught in your throat as he bounced his leg. “Y-you love it.”
“I do,” he conceded, leaning in to nip at your neck and collarbone. “The fuckin’ lollipop, sweetheart? Damn near lost it.”
His lips were still sticky against your skin from the candy, and you could taste cherry on his lips as he leaned in to kiss you once more.
A breathy whine left your throat as he squeezed your ass, and your fingers tugged on his curls impatiently. “Matty-”
“Yeah. Yeah, I got you, love,” he murmured against your mouth.
He pushed you backwards onto his bed, climbing on top of you while steadfastly refusing to separate your lips.
You gasped into his mouth when he straddled you, sitting on your thighs dear Merlin, and ran his hands down the front of your chest. He finally pulled back from your mouth, his lips swollen and red and his eyes dilated with lust. His gaze slowly moved down from your eyes to your shirt, and his hands came up to undo the few buttons holding the front together.
His fingers practically trembled as he undid the knot at the base of your shirt, taking his time in pulling it off—like he was unwrapping a present that was all for himself.
When he finally got it off your shoulders, he reverently ghosted his fingers over your ribs. He spread his large hands around your torso as he held your sides.
“Merlin-” he breathed, leaning down to run his tongue up the center of your chest.
You squirmed under him at the foreign feeling as he littered your chest with soft kisses, running your fingers through his hair just to have something to do with your hands.
Mattheo slid down the bed, his hands gripping your thighs almost painfully tight. He obsessively ran his hands over the sheer black stockings you wore, marveling at the smooth texture underneath his fingers.
His hands traveled back up to the hem of your skirt, rubbing his thumbs over the soft fabric before flipping it up with no further preamble.
He let out a soft moan at the sight in front of him, and without hesitation, immediately buried his face between your legs.
Your hands flew to his hair as you let out a surprised gasp.
“Matty-”
He hummed in response, and you could just barely feel the corners of his mouth turn up in a sly smirk. His hands tightened on your knees, pulling your thighs apart gently to give himself more room.
If there was one thing Mattheo Riddle was good at, it was the utter magic he could do with his mouth.
His sneaky tongue pulled a move that made sparks of pleasure zing up your spine, your gasps and poorly-stifled moans only spurring him on further.
“Matty, please-”
His fingers slid under the edge of your stockings, pulling the elastic back and letting go—the material slapping back against your skin with a solid thwick.
That was all you needed before your eyes rolled back in your head and your thighs shook, the dam of pleasure finally bursting open and coursing through your body.
Your boyfriend rubbed your thighs as you finished, grinning like mad when he saw the state his actions had left you in.
Boneless and practically melting into the mattress, your chest heaved as you panted for air.
“You’re pretty,” Mattheo mumbled, his voice raspy and his chin smeared with spit as he looked down at you with a goofy smile.
You giggled at his debauched appearance. “You’re prettier.”
“Yeah? Shit, darlin’- think you could go for a round two? Help your pretty boyfriend out?”
You grinned, still trying to catch your breath. “…hit me baby one more time?”
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