Destructive love

M.R

Smut ⚠️
Y/n Carter's POV

"Ok I'll go first, whats my favourite colour?"
This boy can't be serious right now.
He has mood swings like a pubescent teenager , one minute he's kissing me, the next he hates me then he's trying to fuck me again .
I can't keep up.
"I don't know black?" I guess black as that's pretty much all he wears.
"No , it's dark blue" he tilts his head with a smirk.
I take off my socks and then smirk back .
He was expecting me to take off my shirt.

"How many people have I fucked?" My brows raised .
He wouldn't know this about me.
"4?"
"Aww so close yet so far, 2" he looked surprised that I had only slept with two people .
The first time was when I was 15 , this guy kept coming over to my grandfather's house after my parents died because he knew my grandfather .
We become friends and it just happened.
The second was Theodore.

Mattheo takes off his jacket and leans back.
"How many people have I slept with?"
"Very original"
He shrugs waiting for my answer.
"8?" I take a wild guess it was probably wrong.
"10" he waits for me to take a item of clothing off.
I didn't have anything else except my shirt and underwear set on.
Fuck.
I take off the shirt and I feel exposed to him.
His tounge grazes over his front teeth as he eyes me up and down.

"How many sibling's do I have?" I definitely knew he would get this wrong.
"None?"
"Wrong, I have a brother" his name was peter and he was the best person ever.
He died while training with dragons I was 11.
He looked shocked slightly.
"Since when did you have a brother?"
"Since I was born" I say annoyed that he was so intrigued.
"Where is he?"
"Dead" is all I reply with as I sit a little bit straighter .

"What's you biggest fear Riddle?" I asked randomly as I stare at the boy.

MATTHEO RIDDLE POV

I knew what my biggest fear was but I didn't want to share it .
The truth is , I was terrified of being alone, unloved and forgotten.
Maybe that's why I've always stood by my dad.
I know he doesn't love me he doesn't love anyone but if I didn't have him I would be alone.

"It's my turn to ask the question Carter" I avoid her question.

"Come on Riddle tell me don't be a pussy" she gets up as she stands in front of me.
"Only if you tell me yours"
"Fine you first"
"Being unloved"
She looks shocked as she peers down at me I'm guessing that wasn't the answer she was expecting.
"You?" I ask .
"Voldemort" she was still stood in front of me in nothing but the lingerie.
I gulp as i hear her say my dads name .
"I fear him coming out of this war alive"
She confesses .
She goes to turn away but I grab her onto my lap.

Her chest falls onto mine .
"Riddle-" she warns as her hand finds my shoulder.
"What?" I look at her eyes and she doesn't say a word.
She was straddling me in my sofa chair .
"Kiss me or kill me , but we both know your only capable of one" she whispered in my face .
Our lips met and it was a slow kiss .
We didn't part for at least a minute.
My hand runs up her bare thigh.
She grabs my other hand and places it on her neck.
I smirk into the kiss in response.
My grip tightens as I pull her head forward by her neck as a moan comes out of her lips.
I started to rub her though her panties.
She was so wet.
I was going to fuck the shit out of this girl .

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I bucked my hips as he rubs me though my pants.
God I wanted him so bad , the tension between us was getting to much .
He stops rubbing me as his hand made its way to my bra.
He unclipped it and stared at my breasts.
He pinched my nipple suddenly and I jump up slightly on his lap.
It hurt but I liked it .
I could start to feel him getting hard .
Maybe I'll play my own game for now on.
He was still playing with my boobs that's when I start to grind on him .
He looks at my face quickly shocked at my movements.