𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

A Man | Tom Riddle

"Honey, I'm home!" I called through the house, closing the door behind me. I stripped off my cloak and shoes, throwing my key onto the dresser and walking through the hall to the kitchen.

"Hi, love," I said, pressing a kiss to my husband's cheek as soon as I could reach. Giggling at his expression, I wrapped my arms around him.
"Hello, darling, how was your day?" Tom asked, pecking my forehead.
"Exhausting," I sighed, "A few of my co-workers were too incompetent to walk through the building and deliver messages themselves so, I was doing it." I scoffed, "As if I didn't have work of my own to deal with."
"I'm sorry, darling." He said, continuing to stir in the pot he had been preoccupied with before I entered.

I grimaced a little, hoisting myself up on the kitchen counter and squinting at the pot. "Oooh, whatcha cooking, pretty boy?"
"Man."
"Huh?"
"I'm a man."
I snorted, "You're a man, when I tell you you're a man." (A/n: we love enola)

He frowned, turning his attention upon me, wrapping his strong hands around my waist and pulling me to the edge of the table. Smirking at me he leaned in, as though he were to kiss me, but he stopped inches from my lips, "Would a boy be able to get you like this?"

My cheeks flushed a deep pink as his fingers ghosted over my back and he leaned even closer.
I couldn't take it anymore and closed the gap between us, wrapping him in a passionate kiss. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, still not breaking the kiss, and let his hands fall down to my ass.

I gasped softly as we pulled away, my cheeks going from soft pink to crimson.
"Besides," He said as though nothing had happened, "Only a man like me— meaning me, could make this."
He slipped his hand under my shirt, resting it on my stomach.
"Shut up," I giggled, running my fingers through his hair.

He just smirked at me and shrugged, his chocolate brown eyes boring into mine. "Come on, love, I know what you're thinking."
"And what's that?"
"That you really wanna kiss the man in front of you."

I rolled my eyes and leaned in, but he placed a finger on my lips.
"Nuh uh, first you have to say it."
I pouted.
He smirked.
"I don't want to."
"Then no kisses."
"Tom!"
"Y/n!"
"Come on!"
"Come on!"
"You're annoying!"
He laughed.
"Fine, you're a man."
"And...?"
"You're my man."
"And...?"
"What?! I don't know what you want to hear!"
"Yes, you do."
"Fine...,"

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I'll let your imagination continue (I don't have a clue what to write there so...)

Also, for anyone who didn't get it in the story, Y/n is pregnant.

Hope you enjoyed, I know this was bad and Tom doesn't seem like one for children, but he's in love, okay? Just go with it.

Stay safe <33

~ j.