Tom Riddle Imagines

Tattoo

Warning: Contains SMUT

Y/N Y/LN

I enter the tattoo parlour, for my appointment. I know exactly what tattoo I want and where on my body I'm going to get it. My boyfriend Tom is away this week, something about recruiting more followers to his cause. So I thought why not surprise him with this when he comes back?

The time for my appointment comes, and I head in, feeling very excited. I inform the tattoo artis of the size, colour, font, every little detail. She understands and begins her work. I distract myself from the needle that is being pushed in and out of my skin by listening to music.

After 20 minutes, shes tells me it's done, and I look at the tattoo in a mirror the artist provides. I grin at my reflection, it's perfect. I've already paid for the appointment, but I give her some extra payment to thank her for her work. She tells me it should be healed within a few days. Thank gosh, for that! If we didn't have magic, it would've taken much longer.

Thankfully, Tom doesn't return until the end of the week, so I should get some additional time to heal before he gets to see it. I head out the parlour, and jump in my car, a grin on my face as I leave. Tom is really going to love this, I think to myself.

Sunday

Tom arrives on sunday morning, and I greet him happily. I keept he tattoo hodden for now, to allow him to rest a bit, no matter how much he claims not to need it. After a few hours, Tom is sat, reading a book on the dark arts, when I walk into our bedroom.

"Tom?" I call, to gain his attention. "Yes, doll?" He asks, without looking up. "I have a surprise for you" I say, with a grin, making him look up at me curiously. "A surprise?" He asks, his interest piqued. "Yes. Want to see?" I ask with a grin. "Show me doll" he replies, slamming his book shut.

I slowly pull off my turtleneck top and throw it to the side. Tom raises a brow, as he watches me, before he notices the tattoo. He immediately stands up and crosses the room.

"Property of T.M.R." he reads, tracing his hand over the tattoo on my collarbone. "Well? What do you think?" I ask with a smirk. "Doll... I fucking love it!" He exclaims, his hands slide down to my waist pulling me flush against him.

"Feel that Darling?" He asks as I feek him get hard through his trousers. "That's how much I love it!" He tells me, making me chuckle. "Well, Tom, would you like your toy to help you deal with that issue?" I ask, biting my power lip.

"You are my property. But right now, you're not my toy. You're my fucking queen and I'll give you the reward you deserve for being so patient and obedient in my absence" he whispers huskily by my ear, making me feel butterflies in my stomach.

He slowly pulls off my off the shoulder top, throwing it aside. He then slides down my skirt, leaving me in just my underwear. "My queen, you're so fucking stunning! By the time we're done, there'll be so many marks on you that no man will dare look at you after seeing them covering your skin" Tom tells me, a triumphant look on his face, and I chuckle.

"May I?" he asks, tugging at the straps of my bra. "Go ahead, Tom" I smirk, watching him practically rip that off, followed by my unerwear, leaving me completley bare for him. He scans my body, eyes lingering on my thighs, hips, breasts, then my lips, before meeting my eyes again. "We've fucked numerous times now, and I still cannot get over how beautiful you are, my perfect doll." 

I blush at his compliments, my cheeks red as a tomato. Tom then walks over, and picks me up, bridal style. He carries me over to the king-sized bed, and lays me down gently, atop the silk sheets. He then removes his shirt and trousers, leaving him in just his boxers. He hovers over me on the bed, a lustful look in his eyes.

"My queen, I'd like to worship your body, if you permit me to" he requests, and the fact that he's being so polite, when he normally just takes what he wants from me (after I consent of course, turns me on even more. "Please do, Tom!" I reply, desperately. He grins, before moving down, and attaching his lips to my neck. 

He kisses down my body, leaving no skin untouched by his lips. He stops at my thighs, glancing at me, to ask permission with his eyes. When I nod, he begins kissinng all over my thighs, occasionally biting  doown, to make sure he'd leave a mark. He then completely ignores the fact that I'm so desperate to get railed already, and trails his mouth back up my body, then beginning to suck on my right boob.

He looks diretly into my eyes as he continues sucking on it, whilst he kneads my left one with his free hand. "Tom, please!" I beg, making him pause his actions. "Please just fuck me already! I need you inside me so bad!" I beg. "You desperate whore! Instead of letting me appreciate you're body, you'd rather I just fuck you like you mean nothing to me?" Tom asks, as he slides down his boxers, kicking them aside.

I salivate at the sight, not being able to get over his sheer size. He notices the way I stare, and smirks at me. "You fucking love my cock, don't you?" he laughs. "Mhmm, I do! I love feeling it inside me, filling me up" I admit. "My god, Y/n. You're such a slut!" he chuckles, stalking back over to the bed and climbing on it, hovering over me.

"But since you asked so nicely, I'll give you what you desire!" he chuckles, before capturing my lips in a rough kiss. I get so caught up in the moment, that I fail to notice him lining his cock up with my wet pussy, only feeling it when he slams it into me, making me moan loud. He laughs at my reaction, before beginning to move. 

He pins my arms above my head, as he pounds into me, the tip of his cock plunging deep within me, our hips snapping together. "Mmmh, TOM!" I moan his name, causing him to smirk in response, his pace picking up even more. The pain-filled pleasure brought me to a state of euphoria as he fucked me like it was the last time we'd be together. 

Eventually, I felt the familiar feeling in my stomach, letting me know my orgasm was approaching. "Tom, I-I'm gonaa..." I start, but he cuts me off. "I know, my queen. When I tell you, I want you to come for me, ok?" he asks. I nod frantically, praying he'd tell me quickly.

After a few more sloppy thrusts from him, his pace slows right down. "Cum for me, my Queen!" he commands. I moan loudly, as my orgasm washes over me, the sound of his voice helping me reach the edge. He thrusts into me a few more times, before he stills and comes inside me, with a loud groan. Once he's done, he collapses on top of me, not pulling out until we both catch our breath.

A/N: sorry this smut was a bit rubbish, I'm not the best at writing it sometimes. Still, I hope you enjoy it!