Aurora lupin
Mattheo and I apperated to small muggle town in southern England.
Hidden In the small ally I looked around to make sure no one saw us apperate, once the coast was clear I grabbed Mattheo hands and started walking towards Roxy's.
"So am I allowed to cuddle you tonight or will you dad kill me?" Mattheo asked making me laugh.
"I think we can cuddle."
"Either way we are both going to be fully clothed." Mattheo stated.
"Wow, you're really scared of my dad." I shook my head as we walked down the almost empty street.
"Maybe a little." Mattheo whispered.
I turned my head to the side, meeting his brown eyes.
"Don't be scared of him."
We continue to walk down street, hand in hand. His hands are a lot bigger than mine, when I look down at the size difference he squeezed my hand.
I looked back up at him. Through my eyelashes I could see him smiling.
"What?" I asked.
Mattheo stopped walking and pulled me to the side of the sidewalk, pushing me up against a building.
I looked down at his hands on my hips, squeezing lightly. A blush came across my face as I looked around the street— hoping no one was watching us.
"You told me once that you wanted to have sex in your bedroom back home, because the idea of getting caught turned you on." Mattheo whispered looking down at me.
"Yes, I said that." I was confused to where this conversation was going but whatever.
Mattheo looked around the street, seeing as no one was coming our way he leaned in.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, I shuttered. His lips brushed up against my ear.
"The thought of fucking you- making you stay quiet as I make you cum. It kinda turns me on." Mattheo whispered in my ear. His hand traveled down my arm and grabbed my hand and continued walking down the street like he didn't just say any of that.
I was still shocked as we walking into Roxy's.
"Welcome to Roxy's! What can I get for you two?" A short woman with red dyed hair.
"I'll just have a small waffle cone with chocolate ice cream." I said and turned to Mattheo.
"I'll have vanilla ice cream in a dish." Mattheo said.
The girl smiled at Mattheo, definitely more than a friendly smile.
"I'm a messy eater." Mattheo whispered to me.
"Do you have sprinkles?" Mattheo asked.
"Yes, we have rainbow sprinkles or chocolate sprinkles." The girl said, clearly trying to flirt with Mattheo. The way she was smirking and twisting her hair around her fingers—that had to be a health code violation.
"Could I have some rainbow sprinkles on my ice cream."
I smiled, finding it funny how he wanted rainbow sprinkles.
My attitude changed when the girl licked her lips and started biting her lower lip. Am I invisible of something? Bitch.
"That's all." I said, glaring at her not caring if I'm acting like a bitch.
"That will be 4.66." She said, looking back at me with her lips pressed together in a thin line.
I payed for our ice cream. We waited for two minutes before she passed us our ice cream.
We walked out of Roxy's and sat outside, where there were a few black tables for customers to sit at.
"She was totally flirting with you." I whispered and licked my ice cream, quite pissed off. Not that it's Mattheo's fault at all but I can't believe she would flirt with him—well he is very hot.
"Really?" He asked a surprised look on his face.
"Yeah, did you not see her biting her lip and twirling her hair." I scoffed, my blood boiling. I wasn't mad at Mattheo, just annoyed with her.
"I wasn't really paying attention to her." He said shrugging his shoulders.
I brushed the situation off, she wasn't worth my time or Mattheo's.
"To be honest I was looking at your ass." Mattheo said making my eyes go wide.
"What?" I laughed.
"Yeah, it still looks good even in baggy sweatpants." Mattheo said smirking.
My mouth falls open, I'm at a loss of words.
"Wow." I whispered.
"Were you jealous?" Mattheo asked bringing a spoon full of ice cream to his lips.
"No, just annoyed."
Mattheo had vanilla ice cream on his nose, even eating with a spoon he was still a messy eater.
"You really are a messy eater." I laughed and pointed to his nose.
Mattheo grabbed a napkin and wiped his nose, seeing that there was ice cream on it he shook his head.
"Don't laugh at me." He said in serious tone.
"Or what?"
Next thing I know my ice cream is being shoved into my face.
"Mattheo!" I scoffed feeling the cold ice cream all over my nose, lips and chin.
"That's entirely your fault." He smirked.
"Ass." I whispered jokingly.
I grabbed a napkin and wiped the ice cream off my face. I glared back at Mattheo- I have an idea...
I stand up and lean forward shoving my ice cream into his face, Mattheo gasped and stood up quickly wiping his face off.
"Aurora!"
"Oops." I shrugged, smirking at him struggle to get all the ice cream off his face.
"I barely ate any of that and you smashed it into my face." I whined.
"I told you not to laugh at me." Mattheo shrugged, with an annoying smirk.
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Mattheo and I grabbed a chocolate cake for my parents to share and then we appeared back to my house.
My mom thanked us for the cake, I told my parents me and Mattheo were going to go to bed since we've had a long day.
Once Mattheo and I got into my room I wanted to mess with him, I wanted to see if I could get his heart racing.
I quietly closed the door as far as possible without actually closing it, so if my dad happened to walk by or come check on us I'm technically not breaking any of his rules.
I left the door open a crack and walked up behind Mattheo grabbed his shoulders and spinning him around.
I pressed my lips against his, at first he kissed back wrapping his arms around my waist, then he pulled away quickly.
He opened his mouth to speak but I placed my finger up to his lips.
"If you really don't want to that's fine but... you know it turns me on—that it gets my heart racing." I whispered.
Mattheo looked over my head towards the door and shook his head.
"I don't want your parents walking in on us." Mattheo whispered looking back at me.
I rolled my eyes playfully, "boring." I sighed.
I walked towards my bed started getting undressed, I pulled off my shirt and then unclasped my bra.
"Aurora." Mattheo cleared his throat.
I looked over my shoulder and saw him with his head down, avoiding looking at me without a shirt.
"Hm?"
"You know what you're doing." He whispered.
I turned around completely, letting my hands fall to my sides.
I grabbed Mattheo's hands and placed them on my waist.
Mattheo kept his head down. I watched as his chest rose and fell quickly.
"I'm not doing anything besides getting ready for bed."
Mattheo huffed and squeezed my waist.
"You know exactly what you're doing." Mattheo licked his lips trying to calm himself down.
"Your parents could walk in any second but you're to much of a little slut to care." Mattheo whispered, digging his fingers into my waist.
"Mm, I love it when you call me a slu—" suddenly Mattheo lifted me up and roughly placed me down on my bed.
I gasped before clamping my hand over my mouth.
Mattheo crawled on top of me, he knew came in between my legs pressing against my pussy.
I kept my hand over my mouth, silencing any sounds I would make.
I squeezed my legs together out of reflex, that annoyed Mattheo. He roughly grabbed my thighs and forced my legs open.
"Of course you would love to be called a slut." Mattheo kept his voice hushed.
Mattheo grabbed my hands lifted them above my head, in the process my hand hit my lamp on my nightstand knocking it over.
Mattheo and I both watched as the glass lamp shattered across my floor.
"Shit." I muttered.
Quickly pushing Mattheo off me I tried to find my shirt—of course it was on the other side of the broken glass.
I only had socks on so I definitely couldn't step down, I had no shirt, no bra, and we just made so much noise my parents will definitely come to see if I'm alright.
"Really Mattheo!" I whisper shouted.
"What it was an accident." Mattheo sat on his knees beside me.
"Aurora are you alright?" My mom shouted from downstairs.
I panicked, slapping Mattheo's chest. I couldn't get any words out.
"Aurora?" My dad asked, hopefully he was downstairs still.
"Get me a shirt." I quickly mumbled out.
Mattheo got off the bed and scrambled around for a shirt.
"I'm okay, my lamp just—... fell.?" I shouted back so my parents could hear me.
"I'll bring you the broom." My dad said.
"No!" I quickly shouted.
"I'll- I'll come get it." I laughed awkwardly.
Not that any of this is funny.
Sitting here with my fucking tits out as I watched Mattheo look in all the wrong places for my shirt.
I can't be mad at him, this was my idea.
"There." I whispered pointing towards my dresser.
Mattheo quickly opened the top drawer of my dresser and grabbed the first thing he saw.
"How did the lamp just fall?" I heard my dad ask, he sounded close.
Mattheo passed me my shirt and knelt down beside me.
I pulled my shirt over my head, exhaling in relief. I was finally fully dressed.
"Aurora." Mattheo whispered, grabbing my hand and shaking it to get my attention.
"Why is your door closed?" My dad asked from outside the door.
"It's not completely closed." I answered.
My dad pushed my door open and stood with a broom and dustpan in his hands.
"It's pretty closed." He tilted his head.
I stayed seated on my bed with Mattheo crouched down beside me, to my left my lamp was shattered on the ground.
"It must be this old nightstand of yours." My dad crouched down beside my nightstand and started shaking it, trying to make sure it was sturdy.
"Yeah." I laughed awkwardly.
Mattheo shook my hand again gaining my attention.
I raised my eyebrows at him whispering a "what"
He looked down at his lap, confusing me.
I shook my head no understanding what he was trying to say.
He looked over my shoulder making sure my dad was preoccupied.
'I'm hard.' He mouthed.
My eyes went wide.
Looking down I saw the bulge in his pants.
This can't be happening.
I felt like crying, not tears of joy or sadness. This was just to fucking funny.
"Alright." My dad sighed.
I awkwardly smiled at my dad as he swept up the broken glass.
"Thank you." I whispered.
"Of course, I wouldn't want you cutting your feet." My dad said, sweeping the glass into the dustpan.
"Mattheo could have helped but he seems to be hiding from me." He laughed.
"Oh no, he's not hiding—well." I whispered, cutting myself off before I could say anything incriminating.
"Not hiding, I'm just making sure there's not glass over here." Mattheo said as he pretended to look around for glass.
"All clean."
"Your mother and I are going to bed, try not to make any noise." My dad looked back and forth between Mattheo and I.
He sent Mattheo a daring glare. "Even though you are both going to bed." He said not as if we were already planing to do that but as a suggestion.
"Absolutely correct, I'm exhausted." Mattheo huffed and stood up, apparently his bulge was gone.
He laid down on the bed as fair away from me as possible and on his back with his hands on his chest.
"Goodnight." My dad whispered before heading for the door.
He turned off my light and took on more look at me and Mattheo, smiling like Mattheo and I couldn't both see him.
He closed the door completely. Catching me off guard.
I turned to Mattheo, both of us shared the same confused expression.
Suddenly the door opened again and my dad poked his head in.
I felt so embarrassed in this moment, as my dad scanned Mattheo and I up and down.
"Hands to yourselves." He reminded us.
Mattheo nodded quickly.
"Night." I sighed and rolled over on my side.
The door closed completely again, I half expected my dad to come barging in again but after a few minutes it was clear he wasn't.
Mattheo slowly moved to his side and wrapped his arm around my waist.
"Never again." He mumbled into the back of my neck.
"Are you kidding? He just closed the door, we could tota—"
"No. Did you see the way he was glaring at me?" Mattheo quickly cut me off.
"He was just joking." I laughed quietly.
"Mmh." Mattheo hummed sarcastically.
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Don't be surprised if there are any spelling mistakes lol I wrote the last half of this so quickly.