How I met your mother~ Mattheo x Reader

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Y/n's POV

"Y/n, love" mattheos breath fanned my neck as my eyes fluttered open.

"Mmm" I him and squeeze my arms tightly around him as his do the same around me.

"Pansy has written you another letter" he speaks quietly and runs his fingers down my arm.

Pansy had sent me probably about 10 letter if not more since she came over and the others have sent a few but I haven't had time to send any back, even if I did I don't know what to say.

Hi it's y/n sorry I haven't responded I've just been busy torturing and killing people including children but yeah I'm good how are you?

Like I can't say that.

"Y/n" Mattheo says my name again.

I blink my eyes shut before looking up at him, "yes?"

"I was saying, why don't you-" he keeps talking, running his hands up and down the side of my body.

I can't concentrate on what he's saying all I can think about is his hands, his hands all over me, on my skin.

"Are you even listening" I hear him say, snapping me from thinking about his hands all over me and admiring his face, from his strong jaw and cheekbones to his soft eyes and glassy brown eyes.

"Y-yeah" I stutter feeling heat rise to  cheeks from embarrassment at being caught daydreaming about him when he's right in front of me.

He laughs quietly and shakes his head before standing up and walking to his wardrobe.

I watch the muscles in his back and arms tense as he lifts his arms to get one of his shirts.

I keep watching him get dressed and notice so many little details about him, like how veiny his hands are as he buttoned up his shirt and how the pale scars on his chest contrast with his tanned skin. He's perfect. Every little detail about him is perfect.

"It rude to stare darling" he says as he loops his belt through his black suit trousers.

I blush again but refuse to look away.

"I'm just wondering how I deserve to have you as my boyfriend" I reply, smiling sweetly at him.

I see the tint of pink cover his cheeks as he looks down and buckles his belt.

"Are you blushing Mattheo?" I joke as I'm now standing up behind him, my arms around his waist and the side of my face against his back.

His muscles tense at my touch, his skin now hotter than before.

"I don't blush" he mumbles and turns around so he's facing me.

I snake my arms around his neck and my eyes meet his as he places his hands on my hips.

I melt into his touch and lean into him so that my head is against his chest, we stay like that for a while, enjoying each others touch.

"Get a room" Draco groans from the sofa when he wakes up.

We both look at each other and laugh quietly, "this is our room," I say