Serendipity (Tom Riddle x Reader)

xii. Movie .xii

Tw: drugs

Tom snuck through your window again, for nearly the second night in a row. You both tried to stay quiet, seeing as your parents were asleep less than 6 doors down from you. But you couldn't help the light giggles that kicked in as he fell onto your chair abruptly. You snorted when he glared.

"Sooo... I got the goods from my dealer, and all I had to do was show my cleavage!" You whispered to him, excited. This would be you 6th time doing the combo of Ecstasy and weed. A fun adventure to go on when your friend has to walk home in less than 5 hours, high out of his mind.

"Gimme," he said as the sweat dripped down his neck, even though he was just wearing a hoodie and distressed jeans, you still felt a squiggle of heat strike between your legs. His voice, the raspy deepness of it, especially when he's tired and breathing deeply- it made you physically clamp your legs shut. Nonetheless, you through the tiny bag to him, pupils already blown. "How many did you take?" He asked while jiggling the bag around to see the multiple pills you've collected over the past few weeks.

Hallucinogens, depressants, psychedelics, and stimulants were your favorites. But you also had bags of weed, shrooms, and surprisingly, cocaine. You've never personally done cocaine, it wasn't your style. You prefer to be in more control of your body that what it has to offer. But you still enjoyed having it, just incase one of your friends like it, or you got bored.

"I've taken ex, but other than that, nothing. I'm hoping we can have a smoke sesh real quick before we start watching the movie." He quickly found the tiny bag labeled 'E', signaling ecstasy. Tore it open and popped it in his mouth, swallowing it dry.

"When will it start to kick in?" He asked while leaning back in the chair. You finally stood up, exposing the fact that you weren't wearing pants. You held up the number 1, meaning within 30 minutes. Your own secret little language, because you were both the quietest in the friend group, it helped to still talk, without talking. "Good. Wanna start with the weed, so we can be high as shit by 12?"

"Of course, I've already packed a bowl and rolled a spliff. Pick your choice of smoking," he, of course chose the spliff. Leaving you with a pretty yellow bowl to smoke out of. The smoke wafted into your lungs, calming you instantly, you just laid back on your bed and appreciated the tast invading your mouth.

You both looked at ease, smoking in complete bliss, "we doing anything extra tonight?" He asked suggestively, resulting in you throwing a pillow at him. He caught it and threw it back while laughing.

"Ew you fucking perve, come over here, im touch deprived," you say whinely. He shifted over and laid on your bed, you sitting uo next to him. He held one hand behind his head, the other on his stomach, his hoodie pulling up to show his v-line. He was already tripping.

You are a veteran smoker, it takes you at least half a bowl to get high, but he was done for in 2 hits. "Weakly," you muttered before putting your shit down, in order to curl up next to him, playing on your phone. He swatted your head before looking at the screen. "Smile," you say tiredly, both of your eyes looking red, and your pupils absolutely fucking blown.

The picture was slightly blurry, but you could still see both of your faces, and drugged out smiles. "I look so cute, you should block out your face. Ugly ass bitch," he said while leaning back on my pillow. I aggressively pulled myself on top of him, and he let out a dramatic ass huff.

Your hips straddled his, as you both burst out in a fit of laughter, wayyy to fucked up to think about your parents or anything else. His blue eyes pierced your soul, and his black curly hair looked distressed. It made that pulse show up between your thighs again.

You quickly moved to the side, so you were no longer sitting on him. Instead you laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He slowly placed a hand on your cheek, stroking the area, until you boldly sucked on his thumb. His breathing quickly became shortened.