ethereal | tom riddle.

a very happy birthday

tw: smut (I tried), also very short

Her hair and clothes were completely soaked in a matter of minutes, but she was elated still. Tom spun her around one last time, him catching her as she nearly slipped into the mud. He pulled her up, their faces a little too close.

"Happy birthday, Eliza." He said, his voice low as it usually was but her words refused to work. His hands were around her waist, holding her close to him and her hands rested on his chest, for balance.

She looked up at his eyes, then down at him lips and up again. And in a split second, they were kissing. His hand held the side of her face, the other pressing her up against him. When he gave her moments to catch her breath, she was nearly hyperventilating.

His hand trailed upwards to hold her face, deepening the kiss. Without letting go, they apparated into his dorm seconds later, hands working to remove every piece of clothing on the other. He laid her down on the bed, and as his hands trailed down her bare body to the waist band of her underwear, he looked up at her. "Are you sure?"

"Extremely."

"We'll go slowly, okay? If you ever want to stop, tell me." He toyed with the waistband and then pulled her underwear off entirely. He gave her a kiss, then reached down between her thighs with his left hand. "Oh darling, I haven't even started and you're already this wet?" He gave a crooked smile, his cold index finger beginning to rub circles against her clit.

He started of slowly, just teasing at first. He thumb worked faster and picked up his pace, her moans echoing through the room. Her head was against the pillow and her back arched as she cried his name. And when her toes curled in pleasure, he abruptly stopped. She whined in frustration, her own hand making its way between her thighs.

He was quicker though, pushing her hand back down swiftly, his boxers sliding off. She nearly moaned just at the thought of it inside her, but she held back, just staring as her lips parted at the very size of it. She swallowed noticeably, still unable to imagine fitting all of that inside of herself.

Her heart throbbed in her throat, her whole body pulsating as she waited for him. He smiled at her reaction, his tip teasing at her entrance as he leaned over her. "My beautiful girl, what do you want me to do?" He asked her, tucking a strand of her hair back. Her eyes tore away, looking up to his eyes instead. Unable to speak because of the ache in her body for him, her words caught in her throat. "Use your words, darling."

"I-" she gasped slowly as he pushed a bit into her. "I want you."

He pulled out again. "What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me."

"As one sentence."

"I want you to fuck me." She said finally, words slurring together, barely coherent.

"Good girl." He pushed inside her slowly, her lips parted and breaths staggering as he went further in. He pumped into her with gradually increasing pace, letting her get used to him as he stretched her walls, groaning lowly in her ear at the feeling.

His two fingers still rubbed against her clit, her moans near screams in the dim room. His pace became consistent, pumping in and out as he supported her waist. Tears stained her cheeks as she gasped, unravelling around him, her legs shuddering. She slumped against the bed just as he finished inside of her, giving her a kiss that she accepted gratefully.

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The days after Eliza's birthday passed uneventfully, and although Eliza thought their relationship would've gotten awkward or more confusing after his birthday gift to her, it remained wonderfully unaffected. They would still behave exactly the same around each other, and Eliza didn't know what to do with how she felt. In fact, she actually had no idea how she felt.

Eliza didn't regret anything. Once they were done, Tom had cleaned her up, kissing her almost as though he cared.
She turned red each time she thought about him like that, turning flush at random times of the day- sometimes in between classes or at lunch. Tom found that highly amusing, of course, reading her thoughts and feeling her desperation to push them out of her head.

Sometimes he'd further her thoughts, adding his own ideas to her already running thoughts. She knew he was doing that, irritatedly slapping his arm, but he was unbothered by her frustration.

And then a few weeks passed, and it was time for Eliza to plan a special little something for Tom's birthday.

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a/n: quicker than a quickie ik it's so not realistic for a first time but who reads for reality