Serendipity (Tom Riddle x Reader)

xviii. please ruin me .xviii

It's 2 AM when I started this shit, so if it's not good enough for your liking, I can do a pt. 3 where it's better. Idrc, makes no difference to me.
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It's only been a few months since he had finally properly fucked you. But it had become painfully apparent to every single person in the school that he wanted you all to himself.

At the beginning it was just a game, one he played frequently. He liked to have you by his side, the fearless Slytherin who held no moral regards towards anyone. But it had become much more than that. He had actually begun to think about all of the pleasure he wanted to experience with you.

One night still scares him, right before he went to sleep with you tightly in his arms, he thought about kids. Even now he's absolutely terrified to think about that. The idea of you carrying his child, and having to push it out of you. He didn't like it.

But that didn't stop the endless nights that he fucked you raw, like no one else in the world existed. Like all that mattered was your mouth moaning, and your cunt clenching around him.

One thing he had absolutely despised, was quickies, he disliked that he couldn't tease you, and make you beg for mercy. But that didn't mean you wouldn't fuck him from 5 minutes and then run to class. ~more or less waddle if we're being completely honest~.

But.

Tonight completely changed his ideas on quickies.

He was doing his nightly prefect duties, and while walking past one of the many empty closests, he was very aggressively pulled inside of it. He grabbed the wrist that was holding his tie and peeled it back, before he heard your sweet voice say, "Tom, I want to try something."

He let go of your wrist, and instead intertwined his fingers with yours. It was still true, he didn't want to hurt you. That's why he'd never allowed you to go down on him.

It was odd to not be able to see, only to be able to hear. To hear your knees hit the floor, and your hands to slowly trail up his legs. "Please, fuck my mouth," you asked sweetly. He did a literal double take.

"Excuse me, what?" He asked with a tight voice, surprise laced in his every syllable.

"Please ruin me, fuck my throat, do anything, just be rough," you pleaded. One hand was palming his growing erection, and the other was gripping his thigh. "Tom?" You didn't need to actually say the words, for him to know exactly what you're asking.

"Tap out if you need to," he muttered before unbuttoning his pants himself. You pulled both his pants and underwear down. You could hear his dick slap his stomach, and you had to lean up on your knees in order to finally reach his tip.

Kitten licks slowly turned into you hollowing your cheeks around his length. He groaned at the feeling, surprised by how well yiu were doing. Be couldn't comprehend why it felt so good, but he still didn't want to hurt you. He just weaved his hand in your hair and appreciated the pleasure.

Even though he wanted more. And in the dark, he could still feel your eyes trained on the under of his jaw, focused on his face. The mental image of how pretty your lips would look wrapped around his cock made him thrust lightly, tip hitting the back of your throat.

You gagged, and he instantly felt guilty, until you let go of his dick and in a hoarse voice asked, "can you do that again? Use me how you need to, today is for you."

Your throat was clenching, and it was raspy, but he listened nonetheless. Your throat bulged with every thrust in, and you couldn't fathom why it felt so good to be in so much pain. He really didn't want to hurt you, but he was a sadist in nature.

"Fuck- princess, youre doing so good," he praised between groans. He grabbed either side of your face and thrusted. Using you like a sex toy.

You couldn't breathe, and your drool was dripping down your chest, with long strips of mascara beginning to crust under your eyes from tears. And although he couldn't see it, he could hear the sniffles, and feel the slobber collecting all over his cock.

It was enough for him to completely drop all resolve and thrust so deep into yiur throat that you couldn't even breathe out of your mouth. But you weren't going to tap out until he had covered your entire throat in cum.

And he did. Fucking hard.

His entire body tensed, and he tried to pull his dick out of your mouth so you wouldn't choke on the amount of cum spilling into yiur throat. But he didn't move fast enough. And before he could even apologize, you had swalled it all and began gagging. "Thank you, love. I'm so sorry," he muttered while petting your hair out of your face. His eyes started to adjust to the darkness, and he could see your sweaty, drooling, crying, disheveled form.

"Thank you," you gasped out, regaining your breath. "I need a second though. I think you should get back to being the prefect you're supposed to be."

"No, I believe I should be taking care of you right now. I think a bath or a shower sounds nice?" He asked, and you smiled slightly with a nod.

What in the hell did you do to earn Tom being soft with you?