Serendipity (Tom Riddle x Reader)

xvi. equals and love .xvi

Smut but sweet. Not my regularly scheduled programming. Also it's short, because I'm not good at nice stuff.

His hands were gentle, even though it was rough and calloused. They ran across your skin smoothly, trailing the sides of your body. He felt your hips, and your back. Kisses littered your neck, and your shoulders. It wasn't just sex anymore, even though it used to be. It wasn't about being dominant and submissive.

He was showing you slow genuine love. He was appreciating your body, and soul, while you were taking him in full. The love radiating off of you was enough to fuel the slow thrusts, and gentle bites. He wanted you, but now it was more than sexual. It was so much more.

Your breaths were mingled, and slowly his hand met yours against the sheets. It was an action that required no words. You no longer needed to speak about the feelings between you, he didn't need to hear it. The words floated in the air, but the smell of sex covered it.

He can't love. But that didn't stop the fact that he loved every aspect of you. The concentration on your face when trying to jerk him off, or the small gasps you let out when he thrusts into you again. His body was molded to yours, conjoined. It was as if neither of you wanted the slow pleasure to end.

After the 2 years it took for him to truly get as powerful as he possibly could get, with you at his side. He knew every inch of you. He knew you inside and out. And it was as if you were a genuine weakness to him. Like he couldn't be without you.

You were the same way, you needed him, wnd loved the feeling of his body against yours. His large cock brushing against certain parts of you that was too much to handle.

Your mouth met his while you wrapped your arms around his neck, his slow hypnotic thrusts going deeper and deeper. He was careful not to hurt you, but it felt like he was in your stomach. All the both of you could picture, was his cum filling you up. You wanted him to spill himself inside of you completely.

"Please, inside," you whisper against his mouth. His head dropped to your shoulder, groaning at the lewd words, and their meaning. He accidentally thrusted a little too hard, earning a strained whimper and gasp. Your chest heaving.

He looked up, making eye contact as he stilled inside of you, pushing your legs farther apart so his hips fit snuggly against yours. You could feel every spurt as it filled you up, warm from being inside of his body, and thick. You gasped as that was your final wave before cumming on him.

Your body thighs trembled, and your whole body tightened in pleasure. You couldn't moan, just thick raspy gasps of breath. His head slowly left the crook of your neck, as he finally got the strength to not collapse on you. His body instead pulled you closer, pushing his fingers through your hair as he cuddled you tightly.

"Do you need anything?" He asked. His chin was above your head, and you felt as if he was showing his need to protect you when he clasped his arms around you.

"Sleep, and you," you muttered back. He leaned down to kiss your shoulder before drifting off to sleep as well.