𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕- 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖

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tw-smut

y/n's pov-

I walk up to Mattheo's dorm door and open it, walking in quietly. Yet, he still manages to look up at me when i walk in, giving me a soft smile.. He's sitting on his bed, his back against the headboard, a pen in his hand as he sketches away in his notebook. I smile as it sit down in front of him, staring at him.

"What're you doing ?" I ask, leaning forward. He chuckles, smiling.

"I'm drawing my mind away." he replies, his voice soft and barely audible. I move myself to sit next to him, leaning my head on his shoulder. He looks down at me, smiling softly. I sigh heavily, hand gripping his bicep.

"It's nice." I reply softly.

"Thanks."

"Sure." He puts his notebook down and turns to face me, forcing me to take my head off of his shoulder.

"So, i was thinking we could have our date sometime tomorrow night-" He starts. I shake my head, cutting him off.

"I can't." He chuckles, his face falling slightly.

"What ? Got sleep-over plans with Granger ?" He teases, poking at my sides. I laugh, trying to get him off. When i finally get him off and catch my breath, i reply,

"No. I have dress fittings tomorrow." His body goes still.

"Right." He grabs my hand and starts kissing my knuckles, looking up at me. "Did you tell you know who yet ?" I chuckle.

"Yes and he's fine with it- I'm more concerned about what the fuck we're gonna do about this task shit." He stops kissing my hand, and lets it drop on his lap. He sighs.

"Maybe.. do what he says ?" I close my eyes, gulping.

"I don't want too." He sighs, grabbing my hand intertwining with his own.

"We don't really have a choice." He mutters, staring into my eyes. I tear my hand away, leaning back on the head board and crossing my arms over my chest.

"yeah, yeah. If we don't, we die. Got it." I can't help the anger and venom in my voice. Ever since i was a little girl, i promised myself i wouldn't be like him. And here i am. He looks at me, his features soft. I tuck my knees against my chest, letting my chin rest on my knees.

"I just thought i'd sped a fun night with my boyfriend." I say, mumbling. His lips part as he stares at me, a small smile spreading on his face.

"Did you just call me your boyfriend ?" My head shoots up, my cheeks going red.

"What ? N-No." He chuckles, licking his lips as his nose scrunches up.

"You did." I let my head drop in my hands, groaning as i sink into his bed, laying down.

"Does it bother you ?" I ask, letting my hands drop to my sides, looking up at him. He shakes his head fighting a smile.

"Absolutely not." I sit up quickly, looking into his eyes.

"Well..Cool, then." He smiles, leaning in.

"Cool. Babe." His lips are inches away when i plant my hand on his chest and push him away.

"Don't ever call me that."  He chuckles. My breathing goes heavy and i gaze into his eyes. 

"Kiss me." He chuckles, brushing my hair out of my face.

"If I had a penny for every time you've told me those two words, I'd be a millionaire." He says, smiling. I grip his towel.

"I'm serious, Mattheo. Kiss. Me." His hand cups the nape of my neck.