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slytherinslut0 · 5 months

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Theodore Nott. | that’s what i said.

info: your boyfriend was telling you about his day, when he began speaking fluent Italian, knowing damn well you only knew select words. when you asked him to repeat it, he had you come sit on his lap and ended up doing a little more than just repeating it.

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tags: 18+, literally pure smut. pure lorenzo italian daddy type smut. lots of italian translation (apologies to all my italians out there if they’re a little off) lots of praise, riding, piv, dirty talk.

Reclining across from you, Theodore Nott your lovely boyfriend, exuded an air of relaxed confidence while seated comfortably on the expansive leather couch in his dorm room. His legs were stretched wide, one arm casually draped over the armrest--each of his current mannerisms acting as physical testaments to the ease with which he inhabited the space.

As he delved into the narrative of his day, you, nestled in the love seat opposite him, eagerly absorbed the symphony of his voice. It was a melody that effortlessly traversed between English and Italian, a linguistic dance that had always held a special place in your heart.

His words held an irresistible charm, each syllable cascading like liquid honey off his tongue. The profound rasp of his voice, entwined with his seductive Italian accent stirred something indescribable within your body. The prospect of listening to him like this every day for the rest of your life fueled your anticipation, a certainty that the allure would never lose its magic. It was a sensation you eagerly anticipated, knowing that the richness of his voice would forever remain a timeless delight.

Yet, within the fluidity of his storytelling, Theodore suddenly shifted into Italian, weaving complete sentences with a gaze that lingered through half-lidded eyes, as if this linguistic transformation were the most natural thing in the world. Ordinarily, you might have interrupted him, gently reminding him of your language limitations, but today, well, you just couldn't bring yourself to do so.

You were almost in awe, unable to deny that there was an enchanting quality to the way the words curled off his tongue. That, coupled with the intensity of his stare, seemingly compelled you to stay silent, as if under a trance. You found yourself captivated, clinging to every indecipherable syllable, a familiar heat beginning to kindle between your thighs.

It was as if he momentarily lost himself in the labyrinth of his thoughts, forgetting, if only for an instant, that your understanding of the language was confined solely to select phrases and words. This linguistic detour left you with a quizzical frown, a silent plea for translation in the midst of his enchanting monologue, and finally, noting your confusion after what felt like ages, he paused, cocking a charming eyebrow at you.

"Something on your mind, Bella?" he teased, leisurely spreading his legs further as his gaze meandered from your eyes to your lips, only to return, locking onto your gaze once more. "You appear a touch...lost."

"Theo, I must confess--I haven't the slightest idea what you just said," you admitted, a playful pout gracing your lips. Your eyes sparkled with a blend of curiosity and mischief. "And I know you're well aware that was far beyond my linguistic expertise."

"All this time, and you still haven't mastered my language, Bella Mia..." Theo, with a dramatic flair, feigned a hurt expression, his stormy eyes widening ever so slightly. "You're truly breaking my heart."

Smirking, you teased, "forgive me, amore..." your fingers traced an absent pattern on the armrest, a subtle invitation. "Please, feel free to repeat it--I love the way it sounds..."

A mischievous glint sparked behind his irises, a playful confidence dancing in their depths. With a self-assured grin, he patted his lap invitingly, his messy brown locks falling effortlessly over his forehead.

"Why don't you come over here," he suggested, his tone velvety, "and I'll gladly repeat it for you?"

Your grin widened, a flicker of anticipation igniting within you as you slowly rose from the chair, not needing a second thought. His burning stare followed your every move as you veered closer to him, an intensity in his eyes that set your senses ablaze without effort. As you approached, a slow, deliberate stride, the air thickened with a tangible tension, your pulse thumping in your throat.

No matter the duration of your relationship with Theo, each touch remained an electric encounter, perpetually reminiscent of the initial spark. His reverence for your body endured, a devotion that unfolded afresh with every caress, as if every moment were a new discovery for his hands and eyes.

Stalling in front of him, you giddily pulled your lip between your teeth as his hands found yours, guiding them to his shoulders as he pulled you down to straddle his lap. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, his hands finding a natural place on your hips.

"Mm," he purred, burying his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling a sharp breath as his fingers dug into your skin. "So beautiful, Bella..."

You stifled a mewl as he pressed careless kisses along your neck, the playful banter giving way to a charged silence as his teeth softly grazed your pulse--the unspoken language between you both pulsating with desire and connection. The messy brown waves of his hair framed a face now tinged with a sultry charm, and the mischievous glint in his eyes promised a shared secret in the language only you two understood.

As if completely instinctively, you rolled your hips against his crotch, head falling back as his hands slid around to your ass, groaning against your neck as he aided your movements, guiding you back and forth against his growing bulge. You could already feel him throbbing beneath you, your cunt clenching in need for his touch as the only thing separating your heat from his groin was your thin layer of underwear, rubbing against his trousers.

"Ho voluto scoparti tutto il giorno..." he murmured, the same phrase he'd said earlier, the one in which you didn't understand. "...sei tutto ciò a cui riesco a pensare."

Your brows furrowed, about to question him, but exasperation quickly took over as he sank his teeth into your neck. He left vivid, possessive marks on your skin, his hands sliding up and under your skirt, tracing the supple contours of your ass. As you continued to move against him, a whirlwind of desire engulfed you, and you quickly lost yourself in the intoxicating rush.

"You're so fucking sexy," he breathed, his voice a low, deep murmur, reverberating a shudder of desire down your spine, his tongue trailing a flat stripe up the side of your throat. "Ho bisogno di te, mia bellissima piccola troia." (I need you, my beautiful little slut.)

"Theo..." you whimpered, your hands entwining in his hair, fingers weaving through his tousled auburn locks. His mouth ascended, planting tender, moist kisses along the ridge of your jawline. "Please-please-"

"Mm, you like that don't you, principessa?" His voice was a seductive purr, the words wrapping around you like silk as he pulled back a hand and gave you a sharp smack on your ass, eliciting an immediate squeal from your throat. "Tu ami grinding that dolce piccola figa on me like this, hm?..." (you love)(sweet little pussy)

In response to his words, an unabashed moan escaped your lips, louder than you had initially intended. Theo responded with a low growl, his free hand moving to your jaw, cradling it delicately as he guided your lips to his. The ensuing kiss spoke a language of its own--one of desire, need, and an unfiltered passion that surpassed any linguistic expression.

Your hold on his hair intensified as you pressed against him more urgently, the rhythm quickening. His tongue boldly slipped past your teeth, exploring your mouth with fervor. Simultaneously, his hands glided to the hem of your blouse, lifting it along your stomach. The kiss briefly broke as he encouraged your arms upward, swiftly pulling your shirt over your head and discarding it on the floor.

"Così bella..." he praised, his eyes fixated on your chest adorned by the delicate, lacy fabric of your white bralette. The intensity in his gaze felt scorching, as if it could sear your skin to ash. "Così, così bella, amore mio..." (So beautiful)(so, so beautiful, my love...)

His words took your breath away, slamming your chest like a fifty pound brick, the worship in his tone enough to render you speechless. You writhed in his lap, seeking friction, more friction that what you were currently experiencing--wanting him; needing him in every possible way. You captured his lips again, rolling your hips harder, the deep moan that escaped him found itself muffled by your mouth as you worked at the buttons on his shirt, fervently popping them free as quickly as you could.

The second his chest was exposed, you scoured it like a starved animal, the skin-on-skin contact sending a desperate clench to your cunt. You mapped his muscles to your memory as though it was the first time you'd ever seen them--the strength of his biceps, his strong, powerful abdomen, all of it hot and vibrating with need--you were breathless at the sight of his beauty under your palms, a feeling that had never once even partially faltered, no matter how many times you fucked him.

"Are you going to tell me what you said, Teddy..." you murmured, a playful smile dancing on your lips as your fingers skillfully moved to his belt, assisting in its release. "That was the whole reason I came over here, was it not?"

"Words can wait, amore," Theo muttered, his voice husky with desire, his gaze locked onto yours as he undid the zipper on your skirt, watching with blaring eyes as you tugged it off, along with your panties and tossed them to the floor. "Actions speak louder, don't they?"

"Mmfh," you moaned as he pulled you back against his mouth, his tongue running along your teeth as your bodies rocked together, his fingers gripping and caressing and squeezing every bit of your body that they could.

Pulling away, he met your eyes, heavily panting for breath as he gazed at you with a hunger that matched your own. His hands shifted, urging you to back up for a moment as he pulled his pants and boxers midway down his thighs--growling low in his chest as his thick, throbbing length sprung free, glistening with precum as it smacked against his chiseled stomach. You clenched.

He pulled you back against him, gliding you in slicking your soaked cunt along the length of his cock, his eyes burning wounds into your flesh as he watched you, lost in pleasure, lost in your need for him.

"Lo vuoi, amore mio?" (You want it, my love?) His voice barely rose above a whisper as he posed the question to which he damn well knew the answer. "You want this fucking cock inside that pretty little cunt?"

You shuddered, clenching hard in anticipation, nodding as you leaned closer, grazing your lips against his, panting heavily into his mouth.

"I want to hear you say it," he growled, one hand sliding up beyond your shoulders to grip the back of your neck, locking your gaze onto his. "Beg me to fuck you."

Your nails dug into his shoulders, entire body vibrating. "Please-Theo, please fuck me..."

"No, no," he playfully clucked his tongue, delivering a sharp smack to your ass with his free hand. You instinctively clenched again, the sensation electrifying. "In Italian."

"Gods," you groaned, his ceaseless teasing consistently pushing you to the brink of physical exhilaration in all the most delightful ways. Fortunately, this was a phrase he had taught you from the very beginning, a linguistic lesson that lingered since day one. "Per favore-per favore...ho bisogno di te..." (please-please…I need you.)

He exhaled, grunting. "Good girl."

It was a combined effort--he fisted his length, angling it at your core, your hands clutching his shoulders as you sank onto him, his thick girth stretching you wide with ease. You both collectively groaned, your walls pulsing and clenching around him as you took a second to adjust to his length, before rocking your hips in a slow, erotic rhythm; working yourself open on his cock.

Theo's eyes were glued to yours, watching your every movement as though he was afraid he'd miss something if he looked away. With a grunt, his big hands found your tits, palming and groping at the soft flesh with primal urgency, brushing his thumbs against your nipples, teasing them with soft circles. Your eyes rolled, your head falling back on your shoulders as you increased your pace, soft moans slipping past your lips.

"Esatto, piccola angioletta...così perfetta..." (That's right, little angel... so perfect) he murmured, his voice low, torn with husk. "You're so goddamn tight...squeezing me so good...così buono."

"Gods, Theo..." you whimpered, relishing in how deep he was, how big. "You're so fucking big."

Your boyfriend's hands shifted again, finding your hips, sharp fingernails digging into your skin as he thrust upward to match your movements, his cock hitting all the right spots. Your own fingers burrowed into his shoulders while you throbbed around him, lungs desperate for air, and he snarled, increasing his movements, setting a brutal pace that you couldn't match.

Cries fled you, pushed from your lungs by the carnal force of his hips, and Theodore consumed you--lips sucking at your neck, hands bearing bruises into your ass. His dick stretched you wide, fucked you deep, wracking your body with its punishment, breasts bouncing, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your skin.

You tilted your head back, his fervent mouth tracing down to your collarbone, claiming his territory across as much of your skin as possible. His cock pumped into you, beckoning an orgasm from the bottom of your brain--and as if sensing your clit screaming for attention, his hand snaked between your legs, fingers smoothly gliding over it. In response, you squealed, digging your nails into his shoulders with enough force to shatter the skin, body awash with pleasure.

"That's it, amore..." he groaned, breathless, teeth nipping at your earlobe, free hand gripping your ass with enough force to batter the skin. "Ride me like the good little whore you are."

"Fuck-fuck yes," you cried, your hips moving faster, chasing your orgasm as Theo's fingers rubbed tighter circles against your clit, increasing their relentless pursuit in bringing you over the edge. "Don't stop, Theo-fuck, please don't stop..."

"I won't, my love," he murmured, lips pressed against your ear, breathing the words into your eardrums. "Wouldn't fucking dream of it."

Theo's fingers worked magic on your clit as he thrust up into your cunt faster, harder--his cock hitting your g-spot with each aggressive movement. You could feel the pressure building inside your core, your body coiling like a tightly wound spring as he worked you closer and closer to the edge.

"Theo-" you gasped, your voice practically a scream. "I'm going to-I'm going-"

"Going to what, principessa...hm?" He implored, his voice a low, husky whisper escaping through his teeth; your entire essence pulsating, trembling amid his passionate pursuit. "Verrai per me? That tight little pussy going to cum on my cock?"

You wailed, head falling back, chest swelling for air. "Yes!...Theo-please!"

"Fallo. Cum for me." He graced your ass with another harsh smack, placing wet, sloppy kisses against your jawline. "Let me feel you."

With only a few more strokes, you came undone, cunt clamping around his cock, your whole body shaking as your orgasm washed over your entirety, blazing through every nerve ending and every fucking cell. Theo's fingers continued to rub you through it, prolonging the pleasure until you were left gasping for breath, nothing more than babbling nonsensical moans and pleas leaving your lips in the aftermath of his wrath.

Theo grunted, finally peeling his hand off your clit once you were whimpering and squirming against him, gripping the back of your head and drawing your mouth to his, meeting your lips in a sloppy wet kiss, each of you sucking in sharp breaths through your nostrils as you continued to ride him, your walls tingling in post orgasmic rapture.

"Brava ragazza," he moaned into your mouth, his body shaking with the force of his impending release. "So fucking good, bambina."

His movements grew erratic, hips bucking hard as he struggled to hold off his own orgasm, the force of his pace bordering on violent. You gasped, squealed, held onto him for dear life as you rode him, attempting to match his pace, but he was possessed, starved, breaking the kiss to lean back, both hands gripping your hips, holding you steady.

"You want my cum, little slut? Hm?" He gritted out, forehead glistening with sweat, his pupils blown wide with lust. "You want me to fill up this tight little cunt?"

You gasped, nodding frantically. "Yes! Please-please!"

"fuck...I'm gonna cum..." his lids fluttered, dark eyebrows pinching in concentration, his face contorting into a scowl of effort. "Cristo-you feel così buono-shit.."

With a final thrust, he growled, groaned--his movements slowing, breath sputtering from his lungs as he exploded, pumping once, twice, three times--all before coming to a halt, cock twitching inside you as he drained his hot cum deep into your pussy. Sweat beaded each of your foreheads, bliss buzzing between your bodies as you kissed him softly, panting into his mouth as you each worked silently to come back down to earth, pulses pounding in ruthless rhythm.

Spent and fully sated, Theo cradled the back of your head, pulling you into him, his free arm snaking around your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him inside you as you two stayed like that for a moment, relishing in the intimacy between your bodies as he softened, his lips placing tender kisses on your shoulder.

"Ho voluto scoparti tutto il giorno..." he murmured softly, a hint of amusement in his tone as he repeated the words he knew you had no idea of their meaning. "sei tutto ciò a cui riesco a pensare."

"Stop teasing me." You huffed, burying your face into the crook of his neck. "It's not very nice of you, Theo..."

He chuckled, a low hum from deep in his chest, smirking against your skin as he tightened his grip around you, brushing loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“I wanted to fuck you all day...” he murmured, lips brushing your temple. “You’re all I can think about..."

You pulled back, meeting his stormy eyes. "Is that-"

"Yes." He interrupted you with a gentle kiss, smiling against your lips. "That's what I said."

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belphi · 3 months

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father

#HarryPotter #TomRiddle

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clementexix · 4 months

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𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

Even after years, Tom’s heart was still aching for you. He had his minions secretly follow you around and report on every slice of your life. He was informed that your life has now turned a new leaf. You finally got married to the man of your dreams, who was also charming and brilliant like Tom. However, he was different. He was gentle, attentive, considerate, and more, which Riddle could never embrace. “Leave.” He hissed under his breath, barely glancing at his minions. His face was emotionless as he remained focused on the locket necklace in front of him, subconsciously playing with it. It was not until there was only him in the office that his facial expression loosened. He opened the locket, staring at your portrait with a frown. In the end, you betrayed him. After all, it was just sweet talk. He closed it right after that. Annoyance and disappointment were written all over his facial expression, yet there was a hint of remorse reflected in his gaze. After all this time, you were still his muse, his light, and his first love. Hearing you so much in bliss with your current partner made him jealous, but he knew so well he had no right. Tom stood up, letting out a low grunt before putting on his dark cloak. He needed to witness this himself. He needed to confirm if all of this was true or whether it was only his worst nightmare. Tom soon stood outside your house, his eyes piercing through the curtain. He laid his gaze upon the way your husband was wrapping his arms around your waist from behind while you two’s laughter filled the whole kitchen. Tom’s eyes squinted in disgust, blood boiling up on his face. Riddle clenched his fists as soon as your husband gave you a smooch on the lips, whispering affectionate words that were just like music to your ear. Tom was green with envy. He could have used Avada Kedavra right here and right now to get rid of this bothersome feeling. However, he was stunned by your smile, the one he had never seen before. At that moment, he realized that you were only happiest when you were with someone else, not him. His heart was broken into pieces; he couldn’t utter a word. He stood there, mesmerized by your contagious laugh that could easily melt anyone. Memories suddenly flooded back into his head. He remembered every single time he shot you a glance of annoyance, spoke with a harsh tone, and showed his usual cold demeanor towards you, or those times that he brutally pushed you away, no matter how hopelessly you were begging him to stay. They were now all in the past. The young, dark lord silently left, regret reflected in his eyes. He wished he could turn back time and make it up to you. He wished he could feel the warmth of your embrace once again and apologize for everything he had done. But all was too late. He couldn't go back in time and undo his mistakes. Tom might be powerful, strong, and undefeatable. Yet, the only defeat he allowed was making you his once again. For the first time in his life, he felt thankful for your presence. The urge to murder your husband soon got replaced by a sense of gratitude on his face. Tom appreciated that you finally met the right one. And he made sure that you would be only his exception to make him feel this way, this kindness.

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capriddle · 3 months

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I find it very interesting that Voldemort is often described with a soft tone of voice or with soft, delicate movements. I believe that this further emphasizes his being a Lord also and, above all, in his ways. He is elegant, calm and charming by nature, an excellent conversationalist (for example I think of the Goblet of Fire when he talks to Harry before the Death Eaters arrive). He's not a madman (at least not a total madman) like he appears in some scenes in the films and I really regret that they forced Raplh to play him this way, because he is phenomenal at playing calm but terrifying villains.

#lord voldemort #voldemort #tomriddle #dark lord #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle #harry potter book #harry potter films #ralph fiennes

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ahru0226 · 11 months

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“You think you can escape me?”

Art was inspired by one of the au “Carve Your Name into My Arm” by @childotkw (hope you don't mind I'm tagging you!). I’m so weak when it comes to Dark!Harry or Morally Ambiguous!Harry. It’s just *chief kiss*. I saw the snippets months ago and immediately fall in love with the au. All the tension and possibilities and idk murder husbands wibes. tho my slow ass only just finished this art some time ago.

Hope you like it!

#tomarry #tomarrymort #harrypotter #tomriddle #ahru'sart #tmrhp #harrymort

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kelstey · 2 months

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MASTERLIST & ABOUT ME

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hi my loves!!! i’m kelstey and i like to write in my free time. i’m 18, female, and from scotland! i’m currently writing for the slytherin boys, but if you go over to my wattpad, i have some other books on there!

follow me to keep updated with my posts, enjoy reading!<3

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slytherin boys :

(currently transferring work from wattpad to here so pls be patient:) )

blaise zabini :

draco malfoy :

lorenzo berkshire :

mattheo riddle :

invisible string

focus

who did this to you?

deja vu

the smiths

friendly neighbourhood spider-man

get him back!

theodore nott :

i waited

tom riddle :

regulus black :

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#kelstey #fanfic #slytherin #slytherin boys #fictional men #harry potter imagine #theodore nott #mattheo riddle #lorenzo berkshire #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #regulus black #tomriddle

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mastermindmiko · 1 year

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Masterlist

Here is a collection of all my works on Tumblr, and I’ll try to keep this updated as much as I can

Start: 4th of May 2023

Last updated: 2nd of December 2023

Requests are open, and thank you for 200 followers

Harry Potter

what a relationship with them would look like:

Tom riddle

Draco Malfoy

Matteo Riddle

Oliver wood

Percy Weasley Imagines:

Rainy dancing

Cedric Diggory Imagines:

reunions

Harry Potter Imagines:

Restless nights

Yellow

The Malfoy sister (completed)

part one part two part three part four part five part six

Blue butterflies - part one and part two

Neville Longbottom Imagines:

greenhouse escapades

Fred Weasley Imagines:

Heaven on earth

Promised

Milestones

Tests

Poor Mrs Norris

Sirius Black Imagines:

Blood traitor

Parties

Enigma

My name

George Weasley Imagines:

Drunk (complete)

Prologue part one Part two Part three Part four part five part six part seven

Draco Malfoy Imagines:

Potions Partners (ongoing)

Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen, part fourteen, part fifteen, part sixteen, part seventeen, part eighteen, part nineteen, part twenty, part twenty one

Oliver Wood imagines:

Tensions

secrets

Green eyed monster and green skin girl

You're in love

James Potter:

Rivals

Remus Lupin:

Secrets

NEWTs

Ghost love part 2 part 3

Regulus Black:

Muggle world hideout

Tom Riddle:

Mr. Head boy

Charlie Weasley:

Dragon Healer

Bill Weasley:

Congratulations! You're a heartbreaker

More coming soon

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pinkxlicious · 1 year

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Loveless P.1

Tom Riddle

Doesn't follow timeline

Warnings: Angst, cursing, toxic relationship

Words: 1959

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It's been three years since you've divorced your husband. Four years since the wedding. Eight years since you first met him. You met Tom during your years at Hogwarts. The two of you were polar opposites, maybe that's why the two of you didn't work out. You were a bright and mostly optimistic Hufflepuff while Tom was a cruel pessimistic Slytherin. But you taught him how to love, sort of. He was incapable to love, but you taught him how to care and that was enough for you. Until his "care" for you turned into obsession, he didn't love you, he was only possessive of you. But you were young and didn't know it then, you're still young now but you've gone through more than anyone could've imagined.

The start of it all was during a potions class when Tom was required to tutor you. You struggled greatly in potions and you were at the edge of failing. Although Tom was reluctant, cold, and monotone with you, overtime you grew on him. The two of you were great friends, you were the only one in the world who had ever seen Tom smile and laugh. Then one night under the stars, after a year of friendship, after a year of slowly breaking through his walls, you kissed him under the moonlight. Of course you felt fireworks and butterflies, but Tom felt nothing but a pair of lips on his. He didn't pull away though, he liked it physically, but not emotionally. The only emotions that submerged from him after that night was possession and obsession. He wanted you to himself but he didn't love you, he never loved you. He was obsessed with your heart but he didn't love it. There was simply no cure for his cruelness, it was something he was born with. He couldn't feel compassion, empathy, anything at all. But you were delusional, you thought you had changed him. You changed him slightly, he became slightly more empathetic and he became better at expressing his feelings. He could pretend he cared, he was so good at mimicking emotions, just to please you.

So after your years at Hogwarts, despite your friends warnings about him, you married him. You married him at the ripe age of 18. You were truly the definition of young and dumb, but who could blame you? He was beautiful, he had a sharp chiseled jawline paired with a dark set of siren eyes. His hair was silky and his Adam's apple bobbed whenever he swallowed. a detail you noticed the first day you met him. But his voice was what you fell for. The sound of hell sounded so similar to wedding bells and the gates of heaven. His voice drew you in, as he spat straight lies about how he loved you so much. At night he would whisper how you made him feel, how much he adored you and the love you gave him. Maybe he really did try to love you, but what he felt was nothing but obsession and the need to keep you forever. But obsession wears off after a while, and that's what happened.

During the year of marriage, you had morphed into someone completely different. It was like you were lost within your body. The only thing on your mind was pleasing your husband, trying to get him to love you, when he never did. You ran around the house for hours on end, cleaning everything you could until the place was spotless. But when Tom came home he just hung his hat on the coat hanger and place alovelesskiss on your forehead and remain mute for the rest of the night. You would tell him about your day, how you took a walk in the garden, and how you went to the bakers and bought him a cake for his promotion party at the ministry. But he barely blinked at your stories. Now that he had you completely wrapped around his finger, he felt bored. You were no longer 15 and giggling at other boys, you were his and only his. He didn't have to chase you anymore, and he didn't have to mimic his love for you anymore. Because no matter what, you would always stick to him like glue and feed off of his validation.

You had completely withered away, you lost all your friends since Tom basically kept them away from you. Your kind and bubbly personality had disappeared into an almost robotic like state. You stopped going on walks in the garden, you had almost disappeared from the face of Earth. It had gotten to the point where people around the small town would ask Tom if you were even alive. You would stay curled up on the sofa thinking about way you could be a better wife, and wonder why Tom no longer loves and pays attention to you anymore. It took exactly one year for the angry, unloved teenager you to emerge to snap you out of your state. Because your 15 year old self would never let this slide. But you were so smitten at the time that even she was long gone and hidden away under a flood of young love and lust. But she was slowly emerging and coming to her senses. It was December 31st, Tom had come home at 11:00pm, five hours later than when he usually came home. And something snapped inside of you.

"Where have you been?" You asked softly but firmly.

"I was at the bar with Abraxas Malfoy," Tom said monotonously, his dark eyes followed until they landed on you. Still beautiful as ever, even when you had completely lost yourself.

"No you weren't. I know you weren't with him because his shop is open until 12:00am for New years. Do. Not. Lie. To. Me." You felt a spark ignite in you, you didn't feel sadness. You felt anger, you knew that you were a trophy wife, you had done everything you could. It was his fault. All the pieces were coming together. "Who were you with? Were you with Ms Lestrange? Your secretary? Or maybe the gardener? Do not test me, Tom. You do not want to know what I'm about to fucking do to you."

"You wouldn't do anything to me, love, you know you love me too much," Tom smirked slightly and came up to you to kiss your forehead, but you swatted him away.

"You know you haven't kissed me in five months, right?" You felt your eyes burn and water, your voice had a slight vibrato. "Five. Months. I thought it was probably because you were always so busy at work and you just forgot. But you are never at work, Abraxas told me that you've been skipping shifts the other day. Care to explain that?"

"Darling what are you implying..." Tom asked carefully, putting on his act of care and cautiousness, but this time you saw right through his facade. You were no longer going to put up with his shit.

"I thought you loved me but you have been acting this entire time. Because you enjoy the feeling of someone wrapped around your finger. All you want is control. YOU CANNOT LOVE. I wish I could've seen that sooner. I gave up everything for you! Did you know I gave up a FUCKING scholarship to America to live with you?!" You said loudly, not yet yelling but loud to get your point across. You had always been a soft spoken person, so this shocked Tom slightly. He was taken aback.

"Now dear, calm down. I'm sorry I lied, I was with a friend we were coming up with new plans for the ministry," Tom reasoned, but you were two steps ahead of him.

"Shut up, actually shut the fuck up. You are NOT going to lie in my fucking face like that. I know where you were. You were with Lestrange, weren't you. I always suspected something but I loved you too much so I pushed it under the rug. But Abraxas told me he saw the two of you together, going to the motel. Don't play with me, I will rock your shit," You warned quietly, keeping eye contact.

"Fine, you caught me," Tom said, all empathy dropping from his voice. His nostrils flared slightly in rage. " But you know why? You are such a people pleaser, how can you expect me to NOT get bored. You are so easy, I got bored. At least Lestrange knew how to keep things interesting."

You were flabbergasted by his words, his words cut through your heart clean. You swallowed the thump in your throat and looked him dead in the eye.

"I was loving you, I loved you so much. I spent all my time on you, I spent everything on you so you could be happy. I wanted to be happy with you, that's why I'm always trying to make things right. But you have done absolutely NOTHING for our relationship. And I wish I've realized sooner, but I never fixed you. You will always be cruel, you have always been cruel. No one can fix you because you are unfixable."

"You are absolutely delusional!" Tom laughed, hard. "OF COURSE I never loved you, I told you that I couldn't love. I TOLD YOU but you thought you could fix me. So I let you, I got a lot in return, not sure about you though."

You pushed him back and ran to the bedroom with tears whelming your eyes. How could you let this happen to yourself? You wished you weren't so stupid and fell for his tricks. You should've known better, you were a tough person, but somehow he had cracked you. You grabbed a duffel bag and stuffed your clothes into them. What made you break was the fact that Tom didn't even call for you. He watched you from the hallway, packing your bags. He knew deep down that he would miss your presence, but he couldn't love. So he didn't care.

You walked out of the room and came close to Tom who hadn't even blinked.

"We're getting a divorce. I'll be staying else where but you'll be expecting papers within the week. I hope you enjoy your life screwing poor women." You seethed, and the stomped on his foot with your heel.

Tom grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you in close, you almost fell. "Don't think you can get away with that." He breathed, though it was lowkey hot you slapped him hard.

"Don't fucking touch me. I'll be back to fuck up your life. I hate you," You said angrily as your tears involuntarily began to fall down your face. Tom wiped your tears almost lovingly.

"Oh darling you cant hate me. You've fallen too deep, I'm sure you'll be back some day,"

"Oh you wish, I'd rather die. For all know you're going to be running back for me because all the other women will leave you. They will all realize you're just a sick fraud with no feelings," Your heart broke a little more as the feeling sank in. You were really leaving him, you were scared but it had to be done. "I have a feeling you're going to do something fucking evil to me Tom, but don't you dare try it because I will win this time."

"If you think you can win over me? We both know that I have you wrapped around my finger and you will always come running back to me. You know that. I know that. Everybody knows, so I don't expect you to be gone for more than an hour."

"You're full of shit, I'm never coming back."

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The Transfer Student 🪄

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Tom Riddle.| i don’t share

PAIRING: Tom Riddle x Reader

SUMMARY: after you and tom have a heated exchange in class, he tells you he’ll stop by your dorm later that night to help you with questions you had, something he’s done many times before. but when he catches you in the midst of an intimate moment, the restraint he’d been maintaining for all those years finally shatters.

WORD COUNT: 6k.

TAGS: 18+, SMUT, Dom!Tom, Sadism, Possessive Behaviour, Toxic Behaviour, Rough Sex, Masturbation, Size Kink (?), Praise Kink, Slight Degredation, Humiliation, Spanking, Sexual Punishment, Edging, Teasing, Denied Orgasm, PIV, Dirty Talk.

BASED OFF THIS REQUEST.

"Tom, please, please," your voice carried a desperate plea, a subtle whine underscoring the urgency not just for yourself, but for the salvation of your faltering grades. "Just a few questions--I'm on the edge of begging here."

Tom's gaze burned into yours with an arrogant glint, a smirk playing on his lips. "Begging is rather unbecoming of you...are you sure you're feeling okay?"

Drenched in his trademark condescension, his words flowed with the expected arrogance he normally exuded. Battling the impulse to roll your eyes, you opted to play along and humor him instead, in hopes he'd help you out.

"Truth be told, the stress is getting to me," you countered, matching his arrogant gaze with a wry smile. "I think I've got a fever--can you check?"

"Using illness as a ploy for attention, now that's more like you." Tom's smirk widened, and his gaze took on a knowing gleam, his tone dripping with a hint of sadistic amusement. "But fine--if you insist on dragging me into your theatrics, I'll play along. Come here."

Your stomach leapt with an unexpected surge of excitement, a feeling you had now become quite familiar with in your interactions with Tom. For the longest time, you had found him undeniably attractive, his reserved demeanour only adding to the allure. But, despite your playful attempts at flirting, he continually remained stoic, almost always meeting your advances with dead-ended remarks. Teasing and joking with him had become a sort of game, but the infuriating part was that he never seemed willing to take it any further.

As you rounded the creaky wooden desk in the potions classroom that was now emptied of its usual occupants, the electric air around you buzzed with anticipation. It was a familiar dance between you two--flirting that skirted the edges of something more, a constant push and pull that kept the dynamic invigorating.

As you positioned yourself beside him, casually leaning against the desk with a deliberate flair for dramatic effect, Tom huffed in response. The struggle to contain an amused smirk played across his plush lips while his dark eyes scanned your face with a stoic precision, emotions meticulously guarded as always.

Then, something shifted.

Tom's demeanour flipped subtly, a seriousness settling into his expression as he closed the distance. One of his large hands cupped the back of your head, holding you steady, while the back of his other gently pressed against your forehead. The room appeared to shrink, your pulse quickening in response to the newfound intimate touch. Your gaze remained locked onto his, neither of you daring to blink.

"Hm," Tom's dark eyes flickered momentarily toward your lips, a subtle intensity in his gaze. His voice, laden with husky undertones, caressed the air as he remarked, "you do seem to be a little hot."

"Only a little?" you whispered, your voice a sultry purr, the words teasingly leaving your lips as you tried to mentally steady yourself. "Think you need to check again...perhaps, internally, this time?"

Noticing Tom's jaw tense slightly, his eyes darkening, you felt his grip on the back of your head tighten. He dropped his hand from your forehead and tugged you closer, your heart jumping up into your throat as the heat of his tall frame enveloped you.

"You've got quite the mouth on you," he observed, a smirk playing on his lips. "If I'm certain of anything, it's that no fever could ever match the heat of your audacity."

You swallowed the lump of arousal in your throat, silently working to calm your heart rate as he brought his free hand back up, his pointer finger tracing a tantalizing path over your bottom lip with deliberate intent.

"Don't be shy now," his murmur, soft and commanding, cut through the tension, "Open up for me."

As if under a spell, you complied with his command, a shudder of desire rolling up your spine. As his finger glided past your parted lips, exerting gentle pressure on your tongue, his intense gaze remained fixed on your mouth. Gradually, you sealed your lips around his digit, releasing a controlled exhale as a surge of adrenaline enveloped you. Your eyelids fluttered in surrender, losing touch with sanity in the heat of the moment while his grip on your hair tightened to a degree that almost felt like he intended to shatter your skull in his hand.

Trapped in his hold, you slowly reopened your eyes, meeting his dark, intoxicating gaze. With intentional pressure, you suctioned your mouth around his finger, releasing a subtle groan that seemed to echo in the charged air. Tom's heartbeat felt almost audible as he slowly began to withdraw, his eyes never once leaving your lips.

Until, he abruptly halted, hooking his finger against the inside of your cheek, tugging you closer. Your hands shot up, palms pressing onto the strength of his chest as you stumbled toward him, blinking in stunned surprise.

"The desperation emanating from you is truly appalling," he murmured, his dark eyes flicking between yours and your lips before returning to meet your gaze, his face possessing a sadistic smirk unable to be hidden. "Do you possess no self-control, hm? Is proper behaviour a concept foreign to you?"

A defiant glint sparked in your eyes as you regained your composure, subtly licking your lips when he finally withdrew his finger from your mouth, a trail of saliva following along with it.

"Seriously? Nothing?" You nearly groaned, his unyielding grip on the back of your head keeping you locked in place. Your faces hovered dangerously close, the charged proximity making the air crackle with anticipation. "No reaction from you at all?"

"You'll have to do better than that," he remarked, the tone oozing arrogance. "Believe me, I possess more restraint than you can fathom."

"Oh, come on, Tommy," you teased, infusing the nickname with a sensual cadence. A sultry purr escaped your lips, a smirk teasing them as you lifted a hand, running two fingers along his jawline. "Why don't you let loose a bit? I can show you better."

His demeanour shifted again, and within an instant his hand darted up, seizing your wrist and pulling it away from his face. Simultaneously, the hold on the back of your head morphed its grip onto your jaw, a flicker of darkness dancing in his eyes.

With a commanding force, he pushed your ass back against the desk, his words a dark demand. "Don't call me that."

"Oh, word?" you responded, a playful edge in your tone, purposefully reaching to provoke a reaction from him. You'd been friends with Tom for years now, you knew he was used to this shit from you. "Did I strike a nerve?"

In a swift motion, Tom knocked your legs apart with his knee, forcing himself between your thighs as you sat atop the desk, his grip tightening around your wrist while simultaneously intensifying on your jaw. His long fingers squeezed your cheeks together, a combination of restraint and control that amplified the charged atmosphere.

"You're such a fucking brat," he muttered, the words laced with a hint of disdain. His grip remained unyielding, the pressure on your jaw and wrist asserting dominance. "I don't put up with brats."

Barely able to squeeze the words out through his firm grip on your face, you breathed, "Okay, Thomas."

"You think you're funny, huh?" His anger surged, a flicker of irritation flashing in his eyes. "I know you're just trying to piss me off," he retorted, the words edged with a stern warning. "But I can promise you, the last thing you want to do is piss me off. I will fucking ruin you."

As you stared at him, your entire body pulsing from head to toe, you found yourself lost in the heat of his power, brain fogged by his intensity. Gods, you wanted this man more than you wanted to fucking breathe--at this point you'd let him fuck you in the middle of the corridor if it meant he'd finally get inside you.

"Look at all that unchecked aggression," you muttered, your gaze locked with his. His eyes narrowed in response, and he released some of the grip on your face. "Seems like you need an outlet, hm?"

His hand slithered with a serpent's grace; resuming its place on the back of your head, his long fingers threading through the strands of your hair like a possessive caress. With a deliberate intensity, he brought his lips to your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. His voice; a deep, dark growl, resonated with a raw power as he whispered,

"I may be a man of restraint, but you're dangerously close to shattering it," he paused, briefly, noting your lungs hitching, your breath turning shallow. "And you should know, once it's shattered, there's no fucking fixing it."

Your entire body ignited into flame, the heat of his presence, his power, enveloping you. Gathering yourself, you whispered, "Is that supposed to scare me?"

Tom's response was a low, throaty chuckle that reverberated with a mixture of amusement and something darker.

"Perhaps it should," he murmured, the words lingering in the charged air like a subtle warning as he pulled back, examining your face. "You wouldn't be able to handle anything I'd give you."

"And what proof do you have to back up that claim, huh?" A sly grin curved your lips as you met his challenging gaze, your entire body quivering under the heat of his eyes. "Pretty big accusation to make."

"Oh, little witch...look at you," he remarked, each word dripping with dark arrogance. His breath, a calculated whisper against your skin, made you shudder, while the intensity in his grip conveyed a promise of untamed desire. "My breath alone just made you quiver...could you imagine what my fucking tongue would do."

A whimper caught in your throat as his words wrapped around you like a bewitching spell. At a loss for words, you met his gaze with a mixture of faltering defiance and sweltering desire, lips parted and heart hammering like a caged animal--the intensity of the moment leaving you momentarily speechless as the heat of his body seperating your legs drew nearly insufferable.

"Nothing to say now, hm?" His dark eyes drilled into yours, taking note of your speechlessness. A cruel smirk played on his lips as he pressed further, reveling in the control he knew he finally had over you. "Cat got your tongue, perhaps?"

"Hardly," a wicked smile curled on your lips as you finally found your voice. "Just taking a moment to savour the reaction I managed to draw from you."

"Be careful, little witch," Tom's voice dipped into a sinister cadence as he leaned in closer, eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Poking the dragon might awaken a beast you're not prepared for."

Your cunt clenched. Now this was entirely painful. You squirmed in his grip, his nails digging into your wrist. "Fucking hell, Tom..."

"Let me make something crystal clear," Tom's voice dripped with a dark, seductive edge as he leaned in even closer, his hand leaving your head and slithering down to grasp your hip, his eyes ablaze with intensity. "I know you enjoy playing these little games, pushing me--but keep it up, see what happens. I'll take you right here, right over this fucking desk. I'll fuck you so hard that the entire school will hear you screaming my name."

Tom's words reverberated through the charged atmosphere, leaving you nearly panting with need. Your mind struggled to comprehend the gravity of his promises, each syllable acting like a potent spell that intoxicated your conscious. Thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind, and you found yourself unable to string together a coherent response, only able to simply stare at him.

"And you should be aware that once I fuck you, once I've claimed you as mine...there's no turning back. You'll be mine and mine alone." His eyes darkened, an unmistakable possessiveness seeping into his tone as his teeth nipped your earlobe. "I don't fucking share."

A visceral shudder rippled through your entire being, your eyelids instinctively fluttering as Tom's possessive declaration echoed in the room. After months of navigating the labyrinth of suggestive encounters and endless flirtation, this moment felt like a fucking breakthrough. It fueled a determination within you, a resolve to seize this opportunity and extract every conceivable nuance you could from it.

"Fuck-take a hint, Riddle..." your voice, barely a whisper, escaped as you confessed, "I want to be yours."

As Tom pulled back, a gravity more profound than you'd ever witnessed before emanated from his eyes. Reclaiming your jaw, he tugged you closer, scrutinizing your face with a newfound seriousness. His gaze roved across your features, an intensity that demanded truth, leaving no room for evasion or the veil of humor.

Then, he spoke--his voice a low, rough demand. "Say it again."

All the oxygen depleted from the room as Tom's intense gaze drilled into you. In a barely audible whisper, you repeated, "I want to be yours."

A sadistic grin crawled across his lips as he took in your words, his breath washing warm over your face as he paused, seemingly considering each syllable, his brain working vigorously behind his eyes. Then, without another word, Tom released his grip on you entirely, taking a deliberate step back. His gaze shifted toward his bag and then checked the time, as though he just remembered where he was and where he was supposed to be.

Finally, he looked back at you and calmly stated, "I'll meet you in your dorm tonight, and we can go over those questions you had."

As he turned, making a swift exit, the room seemed to exhale with his departure, the silence amplifying the residue of his presence. You stood there, a mixture of bewilderment and exhilaration, caught in the aftermath of his intense gaze. Time suspended briefly until you forcibly snapped yourself out of the trance.

"Thanks for giving me a time," you grumbled to yourself, reaching for your bag. "Jackass."

Stepping out of the deserted potions room, shadows lingered in the wake of Tom's lead, the rest of the day unfolding in a whirlwind. Your mind echoed with reflections on recent events, a potent blend of anticipation and nervous energy heightening your senses. Though Tom had been a familiar presence in your dorm, stopping by many times over the years to help with academic matters, tonight resonated with an unspoken shift.

As the evening descended, you returned to your dorm to finally settle in for the night. Emerging from the shower, clad in the comfort of your black, silky nightgown, your mind gravitated towards Tom. His cold, authoritative aura, the intense gaze from those dark eyes, and the sensations stirred by his every touch played on a loop in your thoughts.

By this point, the clock had ticked well past dinner, and as you considered the impending commencement of his prefect duties, a lingering doubt crept in--a familiar question of whether he might have, in his typical fashion, overlooked your presence for the night.

Exhaling a frustrated sigh, you sank onto your bed, envisioning the myriad ways you'd unleash your anger on him tomorrow for leaving you stranded like this.

Yet, as your mind played out the scenario--his stoic features, emotionless gaze, and unwavering intensity absorbing your verbal barrage, a scenario that he's very much accustomed to--an undeniable warmth welled up within your core. It was an ache, a deep desire for that very man, one you couldn't brush aside any longer.

Lost in thought, your hands embarked on an exploratory odyssey across your body, channeling the essence of Tom's touch in your fervid imagination. His dark eyes, in your mind's portrayal, delved into every contour with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Imagined sensations heightened as you envisioned his firm fingers leaving an indelible impression on your skin, his deep voice rolling through your ears like thunder as he touched you.

Eyes tightly shut, your chest rose and fell with the cadence of heightened emotions. Your hand, now boldly tracing the insatiable heat between your thighs, delicately danced over your most intimate desires, fingers swirling over your clit, your soft gasps filling the silence in your dorm. Each caress ignited bursts of ecstasy, an all-consuming longing that whispered the name of the infuriating man whose touch alone could quell the fervour within you, but who instead continues to brush you aside.

Engulfed in the sanctuary of your private musings, the muffled world outside went forgotten, your haze of pleasure shielding you from acknowledging the discreet knock on your door. However, when Tom's voice, crystal clear, penetrated the silent sanctuary just seconds before your door swung open, you were immediately pulled back down to reality. In an instant, you sprang from your bed, your face a canvas painted with an intense shame that seemed to scream from your very forehead.

Your heart raced in your throat as he immediately halted, locking eyes with you. A pregnant pause hung in the air, his lips parting as the realization dawned, and you both grappled with the awkward aftermath of what he had inadvertently stumbled upon. Your eyes dropped to the floor, your face now a shade rivaling a ripe tomato.

In a voice tinged with embarrassment, you grumbled, "can you please shut the door?"

After a few seconds that felt like forever, the soft click of the door closing resonated through the room, and in the ensuing silence, Tom took a solitary step closer. Your eyes remained fixated on the floor, burning holes into the aged wood as you awkwardly adjusted your silk black nightgown against your thighs.

Tom's voice carried an arrogant purr, the huskiness in his tone as unmistakable as daylight. "Did you finish?"

Utterly mortified, a scowl crept across your face as you raised your gaze to meet his. His jaw tightened visibly, reaching a level of strain that seemed almost painful. The pupils of his eyes widened, revealing an emotion you had never witnessed before. Eager to divert from the awkwardness, you took a quick retreat toward your desk, flipping open your textbook in a desperate attempt to change the subject.

As you immersed yourself in the pages, you felt Tom's presence materialize behind you. His tall frame loomed large over yours, his intoxicating energy radiating like fire.

A shiver ran down your spine as he brought his lips dangerously close to your ear and murmured, "look at me."

A languid tension filled the air as your breath hitched, the room seeming to pulse with an intoxicating energy. Painfully slow, you reluctantly lifted your head, your gaze fixated on the wall in an attempt to escape the intensity of Tom's presence. Impatience emanated from him like a palpable force and with a swift movement, his large hand enveloped your chin, guiding your head to the side, forcing your eyes to meet his.

"I asked you a question," Tom's voice, edged with authority, cut through the charged silence. "Answer it."

A soft gasp escaped your throat as he pressed against you, tightening his grip on your face, his crotch forcing your hips to meet the edge of the desk, your palms finding purchase against the aged wood in an attempt to steady yourself.

"No," you barely whispered, a tremulous breath lingering in the charged air. "I didn't."

"How unfortunate..." his plush lips teased a smirk as he chuckled, dark and arrogant, slightly shaking his head in feign disappointment, clucking his tongue. "Can't even fucking pleasure yourself properly, hm? You need my help with that too?"

His intense gaze dipped over your lips, a predatory glint in his eyes. The grip on your face tightened, radiating warmth that coursed through your entire body, all of the oxygen dissipating from the room.

"Dare you to try," you tossed back, a defiant glint in your eyes, finding your voice from Merlin knows where, your entire body shaking. "We both know you're too sca-"

Mid-sentence, Tom swiftly interrupted you. His hand, once cupping your chin, shifted with assertive precision, shoving two fingers into your mouth. Your head was pulled back against his shoulder, lips pressed to your ear, creating an intimate proximity that did unspeakable things to your already soaked cunt.

In the closeness, he asserted, "you want me to help you cum." It wasn't just a question or a statement; it hung in the air as a demanding command. "Say it."

A shudder skirted up your spine at his words, every fiber of your being reacting to the unmistakable pressure of his growing erection pressing against your ass.

With an eager nod, you managed to utter the words around the intrusion of his fingers, "I want you to help me."

He huffed, amused. "Help you with what?"

"Cum." You nearly whined. "Help me fucking cum."

Tom's fingers delved deeper, triggering a reflexive gag, your eyes welling with tears at his further intrusion. Simultaneously, his free hand navigated down the contours of your lower back, gracefully sliding along the delicate silk fabric of your nightgown.

"This mouth," he hissed, the strain evident in his voice, as if his restraint teetered on the edge; jolting your head in his grip. "...it's a fucking problem. I want to do unspeakable things to this filthy little mouth."

As your cunt clenched at this words, a deep groan rumbled within you, eyelids fluttering shut as you battled the urge to gag once more, Tom's fingers pressing down on your tongue with additional pressure. His other hand slipped lower, sliding under the fabric of your gown, tracing the contours of your backside with a possessive caress.

"But that will have to wait," Tom asserted, his fingers withdrawing from your mouth, trailing a gentle path across your cheek as his lips brushed your ear. "You require my assistance--and what kind of man would I be if I didn't follow through, hm?"

His firm grip claimed a palmful of your ass, molding and caressing the flesh, coaxing a whimper from your lips.

"Not a very--" you started, but he swiftly cut you off.

"Shut up," he commanded, the power in his voice brooking no disobedience. "That wasn’t an invitation for snark."

You huffed, working hard to stifle your smirk. With a subtle yet commanding touch, his hand glided back up your spine, urging you to bend over more deeply. Simultaneously, his foot skillfully maneuvered between yours, coaxing a widening of your legs.

"Keep your hands on the desk," he instructed, his tone flat. "If you move them, I stop."

Standing before the desk, clammy palms pressed against the smooth surface, anticipation coursed through you like an electric current. Your lids fluttered as Tom's hand descended once again to your ass, lifting your nightgown to fully expose your backside to his hungry eyes. His substantial hand wasted no time, caressing every inch of exposed skin with a fervour that carried an almost reverential touch, silently acknowledging the vulnerability of what you were willingly offering him.

And then, his other hand found your front, slithering down your stomach and stopping above the mound of your pussy, his breath washing warm over your ear as he studied you, watching every ministration of your face as he inched closer.

"Tell me," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "What were you thinking about when you were touching yourself?"

Your heart leapt, but you swallowed the lump of anxiety in your throat, about to respond to his question when the pad of his finger connected with your slit, slicking itself in your wetness, slowly dragging over your clit and causing your entire body to jolt in response, a moan of relief flowing past your teeth.

"Mm," he exhaled, his lungs unsteady. "Look how fucking wet you are."

You mewled at his words, his finger rolling over your clit in slow, sensual circles--but just as you were melting for him, his other hand came down hard on your ass, causing you to cry out in surprise and pain, your cheek stinging in the wake of his strength.

"I expect an answer," he growled, his voice low and menacing, the smirk almost audible in his voice. "You want to cum, don't you?"

You whimpered, fighting through the pleasured sting, head swimming in the onslaught of his fingers. "Yes, I do."

"Then answer the fucking question," he growled, his voice a deep rasp in your ear. "Pretty little brat...I'm not like those other guys you've fucked--I will break you...I will have you fucking begging for me, understand?"

“Yes,” you whimpered, overwhelmed by pure, unbearable lust, your throat dryer than the desert. “I understand.”

“Good girl.” Despite the praise, his free hand connected with your ass cheek once more, staining the skin red and eliciting a sharp squeal from your lungs. “Apologize.”

"I-I'm-" you gasped, your lids squeezed shut, nails digging into the wood of the desk as his relentless assault on your clit intensified. "I'm sorry-"

"Yeah? Are you?" He sneered, the sadistic arrogance in his tone almost suffocating. Amusement radiated from him like palpable waves. "I'm not quite convinced. You still haven't answered the fucking question."

Your heart thumped, his hand ghosting over your stinging flesh, the fear of another harsh smack prompting a quick response.

"You," you confessed, your voice a plea, a whine. "I was thinking of you."

He hummed in satisfaction, rewarding you with another sharp smack despite your confession, causing you to jolt forward toward the desk. His other hand skillfully guided you back into place, his fingers slowing their pace on your clit as he clucked his tongue in a disappointed cadence.

"I'm not impressed," he said, his hand caressing the spot where he had just spanked you. "You can do better than that. Tell me exactly what you were imagining."

You took a deep breath, trying to focus on the sensations he was causing rather than the embarrassing confession he was forcing from you, forcing your brain to string together a coherent sentence despite the utter onslaught of sensations coursing through you.

"I-I was imagining you touching me," you muttered, almost inaudibly, a deep groan slipping past your teeth as he slicked his finger along your slit, collecting your juices, teasing your core before returning back up to your clit. "I-ah-I was..thinking about..your hands..on my body..."

"Mm," Tom hummed in approval, squeezing your stinging asscheek, massaging the forming welts. "And what else?"

Your head spun, veins filled with fire as your climax loomed just on the brink. Your entire body trembled with anticipation, and attuned to your heightened state, Tom skillfully intensified his efforts. Two synchronized spanks on your ass, delivered with precision, propelled you even closer to the precipice of ecstasy, each sensation pushing you to the very edge of release.

Your lungs fought to find breath, your heart hammering. You were right there. "Tom-fuck-oh my Go-"

"Not yet," he cooed, his tone as soft as a feather, a feigned sincerity that bordered on sickening. As his fingers leisurely decelerated, he punctuated the change with another spank. Frustration welled up, and you whined, your head falling back. "You haven't even come close to earning an orgasm yet."

"Tom! Please!" you squealed, attempting to grind your hips against his hand, but it only prompted him to move slower. "Please."

"No." He said, flatly, the deliberate decrease in pace accompanied by two more resounding spanks against your already swollen asscheek, and you groaned, fighting hard to collect yourself. "You know what I want to hear, little witch."

"Gods-fuck-" you gasped, entire body vibrating as you worked to gather your thoughts. "I was thinking about you touching me, just like this! Fingering me, making me cum--fucking me."

As the last words escaped your lips, a primal growl rumbled from deep within Tom's chest. The pace of his fingers resumed with an intensified fervour, eliciting a cascade of gasps, squeals, and moans--far louder than you had intended. In response, he delivered another resounding spank, your orgasm swiftly approaching, charging towards you with the unstoppable force of a raging bull.

"Such a desperate little slut for me, aren't you?" He husked, his voice torn, shredded. "You want me, huh? You want to cum on my fucking cock?"

You nodded, gasping. "Yes! Fuck-please!"

"Fuck-" he growled, ripping his fingers from your cunt just as you were about to fall over the edge, just as you were about to shatter beneath his touch. "Perhaps you will."

A frustrated groan escaped you as the realization hit--three fucking orgasms thwarted in under twenty minutes. Your entire body vibrated with the lingering need for release, your cunt throbbing with the ache for something to sate it. However, all grievances dissolved into oblivion as Tom deftly undid his belt, the clink of the metal latch resonating through the room before he tugged his trousers down his thighs; grappling your hips and pressing his throbbing erection against your ass, the only separation being the fabric of his black briefs.

"You think you're ready for me?" He murmured, his teeth immediately nipping at the flesh of your earlobe, his fingers burying bruises into your hips. "You sure this is what you want?"

You moaned, his words alone doing enough to make your entire lower body scream. "Yes, yes-I'm fucking sure."

"You want me to claim this wet little cunt? You want to make yourself mine?" His hand slithered around your hip, reaching toward your mound. Softly dragging a finger over your clit, he groaned as you involuntarily jerked your ass back against his cock. "Tell me."

"Yes!" You gasped as he began rubbing tight, harsh circles over your swollen nub, your jaw falling open in pure bliss. "Fuck me, Tom-please-I fucking need you."

"Atta girl," he praised, the tone of his voice eliciting a whimper past your teeth. You were so used to pissing him off that you never realized how much you loved pleasing him. "Keep being good for me...take this fucking cock."

His hand left your clit again, and you huffed, your eyes fluttering shut as you took a moment to collect yourself, sucking in lungfuls of air like you'd been starved of it for years. You felt Tom fumbling with his boxers, and you glanced behind you, watching as he finally pulled himself free, throbbing cock smacking against your ass.

As you caught sight of his size, your stomach leapt. "Holy fuck-“

"Shh," Tom cooed, watching your eyes. "Relax."

He was fucking huge, his cock twitching eagerly within his grasp as he enveloped the shaft with his fist, pumping himself a few times before he urged you to further bend over the desk, slicking his hot, needy length between your thighs. You squeezed your legs together, trying to roll your hips into him--and he grunted, muscles tightening while he slicked himself on your sex.

"Do you feel what you do to me?" he murmured, the strain in his voice practically palpable as he gripped your hips hard enough to bruise. "You’re the only girl I can't fucking resist."

Your lids fluttered. "Tom..."

The words brought a wave of heat crashing over your body, and you whimpered, cunt clenching as he directed the head of his cock toward your entrance, giving your ass a light slap with his free hand. Without wasting another second, he pushed into your core, his thick girth stretching you open with a sweet sting.

"Fuck," he groaned, apparently unable to help himself, his breath washing warm over the back of your neck. "Mm--you’re so fucking tight."

You whimpered, walls clenching around him as he inched himself deeper and deeper inside your heat, giving you the chance to adjust to his size. Your legs trembled, heart pounding in your chest as his free hand stealthily crept around, ascending the front of your body. It found your throat, clamping around it with just enough pressure to induce a dizzying haze in your head.

Once he'd sheathed himself fully inside your pussy, he paused, lips pressed against your ear as he pulled you up and against him.

"You still think you can handle me, princess?" He almost groaned, his body pulsating with restraint, one that was faltering further by the second. "If you think you can't-"

"No! I can handle it," you cut him off, desperation flooding your tone. "Fuck me--ruin me...whatever you want just please let me fucking cum for you."

With a low groan, he pulled out about an inch, immediately snapping his hips as he slammed back in, and you yelped, the head of his cock meeting your cervix, a dull ache flooding through you.

"Are you sure?" He purred, arrogance flooding his tone once again, as if he already anticipated you would regret those words. As if he knew he exceeded what you were prepared to handle. "Because once I start...I won't be able to control myself...not in a pussy this tight and fucking wet for me..."

"I'll be fine. Just...just fuck me," you hissed, feeling his grip on your throat tightening, your cunt desperate for release. You knew it was going to hurt, but you didn't care, you needed to be fucked. "Don’t fucking stop for anything."

"Mhm," he hummed, nipping at your neck. "That's what I like to hear."

Almost immediately, Tom began to move, meeting your request with eager anticipation. He was so big, so strong, so dominant, his cock fucking you deeper than you could have ever imagined. It only took a single quick thrust before he was rocking hard into you, hands clutching tighter at your neck and hip. You would have been more worried about the loud moans emanating from your chest if you weren't so focused on the sound of smacking skin, and his audible, ragged breath. But the harder he pounded you, the less you cared, body submitting to the resolution of a fortnight's longing.

The desk creaked and groaned with each rhythmic movement, the head of his cock meeting your cervix with almost every single thrust. His hand shifted from your throat and clamped over your mouth, muffling all of your squeals and moans and whimpers under the expanse of his smooth palm. His free hand slithered around to find your clit, wasting absolutely no time before connecting with the swollen nub and numbing the pain his cock was causing.

"Fuck, that's it," he purred, his breath a ragged snarl in your ear, almost completely unrecognizable. "You're doing so good, taking me so fucking deep."

Another sharp jerk and he hit your cervix hard, forcing a stifled wail into his hand. He groaned in your ear, increasing the pace on your clit, but the sensations were almost too much, and you found yourself trying to shift the angle, squirming against the desk to try and catch a break. In this midst of this, Tom didn't seem to notice or care. He just kept pounding into you, driving you toward orgasm even as the pain continued to steal your breath.

Finally, you sobbed, unable to stop the tears as each thrust sent fresh waves of agony through you, helpless against his powerful assault. Feeling the dampness hit his hand, Tom finally relented, only slightly, slowing the pace of his trusts.

"Shit…I broke you already, huh princess?" he growled in your ear, his teeth nipping at your pulse. "Good. That's what you fucking asked for--to take whatever I give you."

He released your mouth, hand falling to massage your tits as his fingers remained merciless on your clit, your pussy squeezing and pulsing while he built your climax at an alarming rate. You tried to breathe through your nose to hide your panting and gasping, pleasure peaking, lids squeezing shut when you felt your body ready to break against him.

"Tom-" you gasped, vision swirling behind damp lids as you squeezed them shut. "Tom, please-"

"Just wait," he hummed into your ear while you both shook with the power of his hips. "Be a good girl and hold off for me."

He pulled you even closer, your bodies moving as one as he pumped into you, drawing gentle lines over your nub. His teeth sank into your shoulder with an intensity that bordered on primal, releasing a garbled growl against your skin. It felt as if he teetered on the edge of control, the immense pleasure threatening to unleash a raw and unbridled side of him.

If this was him holding back, you were admittedly fucking scared to find out what he’s like when he’s not.

In the midst of that, you were trembling, mewling, quivering--your entire body shaking as you tried to ignore the heat coiling in your core, threatening to burst with every passing second. His free hand left your chest and latched onto your hip, holding you steady in place.

"Tom!" Your scream echoed, jaw slack with desperation coursing through every fiber. The plea spilled from your lips, unable to endure this for even a moment longer. "Please! Please-please!"

"Scream my name when you cum," he demanded, his lips pressed against your ear as he fucked you deep, completely lost in pleasure now. "Fucking scream it."

It was taking all of your strength to hold back your climax as you nodded. "Can I please-"

"Yes," he snarled, cutting you off. "Cum all over this fucking cock."

As if entirely on command, pleasure coursed through every single inch of your body, and with each thrust, the intensity multiplied. Your fingers gripped tightly onto the desk, your toes curling with pure ecstasy as your long-denied orgasm finally fucking erupted, hitting you like a shot to the gut.

You shattered. “Fuck! Tom! Oh, fuck-“

"Fuck me-" Tom muttered under his breath, his own eyes squeezed shut, his grip on your hip almost painful. "That's it--you feel so fucking good..."

Your cunt clamped down around his cock, milking him while he drove deeper and deeper into you, pushing himself through your aftershocks. Tom's movements became erratic, and his hips bucked hard, revealing his struggle to restrain himself until he knew you were fully past your high. He grunted, the sound deep and animalistic as he continued to pound into you, his face contorted in a mixture of ecstasy and determination.

You felt his grip tighten on your waist, digging his nails into your skin until he too finally erupted, pouring his cum deep inside your cunt, his lungs sputtering as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

In the aftermath, the two of you took a long, silent moment to regain composure before daring to move. After your pulses had somewhat balanced out, Tom withdrew, slowly moving to adjust himself back to some form of modesty. Your breath came in pants, chest heaving, and your ass still tingled from the earlier onslaught. The intensity of the encounter left you both sated and oddly content.

As you slowly spun around, meeting Tom's eyes, a sly grin played on your lips. "I can't believe you denied me for so long...I've wanted you for years, and-“

"I wanted you to be sure," he stated flatly, re-latching his belt. "You know I don't do casual."

You huffed. "You don't do commitment either."

"For you, I will," he declared, his gaze briefly flickering to your lips. "Like I said, I don't share."

You smirked, rolling your eyes. "How could I want anyone else after that?"

"Figured." His own lips teased a smirk in response, and he shook his head in amusement. "Let's get to those questions, shall we?"

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