ethereal | tom riddle.

make a wish

tw: smut, and also I actually like this chapter what and also back to back smut chapters you're welcome?? 

Tom's birthday had always been an extremely uneventful day. None of their friends, other than Eliza and Brax, actually knew when his birthday was. Everyone treated it like a normal day, and Tom would avoid Slughorn's class on the day, not wanting the Professor to break out into a speech.

Eliza got him gifts every year, but something was different with them this year, she thought. So, a plan far better struck her.

She stood at the edge of Tom's bed, just slightly with her robe tied loosely around herself as she awaited Tom's return from the library. Classes had ended an hour ago and Tom had gone to the library to finish off some assignment.

Eliza would've gone with him, but she had a plan to execute. She smiled as she looked around, pleased with the hundred-something faint green candles she had lit around the room. The cake she'd made was in the drawer that she'd converted into a refrigerator.

She was a bit giddy but when Tom entered the room, she got a fluttering feeling in her stomach. He walked into the room with an eyebrow and raised and closed the door. He locked it behind him while his gaze fixed on Eliza in her robe. He moved closer to her, fighting off the smile that tried making its way to him lips as he discreetly cast a nonverbal wandless spell on the room.

When he was close enough, she looked up at him with a smile on her face. "Happy birthday." She whispered. She unbuttoned his white shirt further, lightly trailing her fingers down to his pants. She slowly sunk to her knees and the smile found its way to his face as the robe slid off her body.

She tucked her hair behind her ears, but Tom had other plans. He gathered her hair and held it by his hand, another unhooking her bra which he tossed to the side as she unzipped his pants. She slowly pulled his pants and boxers off until his dick was in front of her.

She stroked him a few times, looking up at him. One hand pumped it and the other brushed its tip. Using the tip of her tongue, she lightly teased him. A low groan escaped his lips as she wrapped her lips around his dick. She sucked slowly at first, her head bobbing forward and backwards with increasing pace. She held his dick with a hand at the base and another stroking it as her mouth continued to work.

He became harder and harder as she continued, groaning each time she took it deeper in her throat and her tits bounced more. She pulled back for a breath, gasp slightly, saliva and precum dripping from her glistening lips. She smiled as she took him in again, loving to hear his groans of pleasure. It made her happy to see how much she could please him.

He held her by her gathered hair, pushing her face into him. She nearly choked, gagging as his dick hit the back of her throat. Her lips were shiny, her eyes glazed over. Seeing her like that just made him even harder than he already was.

Her head bobbed faster, his head tipping back slightly in pleasure. "Fuck, Eliza." He breathed lowly. "I'm going to cum." He groaned as he pulled out of her mouth. One hand holding her hair and another holding his dick, he came all over her tits. She gasped quietly, the warmth coating her.

"You look so pretty with my cum all over you. My dirty little slut." He whispered. He looked down at her lips, but she was still looking at him. His thumb tucked her hair behind her ear, and then slipped down to her lips. He dragged his thumb against her wet lips gently, parting them. His voice was low, still looking at the girl kneeling in front of him. "Who knew what these pretty little lips could-?"

His words were cut off by a loud series of knocks on the door. Tom was about to scream, but he didn't. And when he heard the voice, he was glad he had the sense to lock the door earlier. "Tom? M'boy?"

Eliza's eyes went wide while Tom's shut in frustration. He let out an exasperated sigh, helping Eliza stand up. "Just a minute, professor!" Tom replied back, his voice kind and enthusiastic while the expression on his face told a whole different story. He guided Eliza into the washroom, locking her in.

He fixed his pants best he could as he walked over to the door, opening the door with his usual charismatic smile. "'Evening professor." He greeted, standing in the doorframe.

"Tom, my dear boy. I do hate disturbing you."

Then why did you, Tom thought frustratedly in his head. Out loud however, he said, "A visit from you is never a disturbance."

Slughorn smiled, nearly blushing. "Oh, you're too kind!" His words trailed off, however, when he got a peek inside Tom's room. Although Tom was covering the doorway, Slughorn could still see the green lace bra on the chair and the shirt thrown carelessly onto the side. He saw the dim candle-lighting in the room. His gaze then fell back on to Tom, as though just realising the boy was in fact, quite shirtless. And sweaty. Slughorn's face paled slightly as he cleared his throat. "I can come back later." He fumbled over his words. "I do feel like I'm disturbing you."

Already have, Tom thought in his head, but he kept the smile on his face although he knew that Slughorn got the idea of why Tom needed a minute to open the door. "No, don't worry professor. Go ahead."

"Uh-yes, I was just saying that I would like to wish you uh-a happy birthday. Although you do seem to be having quite a good one so far." Slughorn's eyes widened as he realised how that sounded. "No- I, well that's not what I meant. What I meant to say was-uh. I do-"

"Thank you, Professor." Tom spared Slughorn, and himself, but cutting the poor professor off before he said something worse. "I appreciate it."

"Well, that's it. I do hope I'll see you at dinner tonight. I understand if you're too busy to make it." Again, Slughorn seemed to have no control over what came out of his mouth. "That's not what I meant. I meant simply if you had any other plans tonight and couldn't make it."

"I understood that, sir." Tom grimaced, the smile on his face slowly losing the ability to stay.

"I'll leave then. Goodbye. Happy birthday." Slughorn left, walking off in the wrong direction.

"The exits that way." Tom pointed in the other direction, and Slughorn turned.

"Yes. I knew that."

Tom closed the door, and leaned against the door, eyes shutting in frustration as Eliza opened the bathroom door. She made her way to him carefully. She had cleaned up, making use of her time in the bathroom since it seemed that they would not be continuing their plan that night.

Her steps were barely audible but Tom knew she was close. He opened his eyes and she laughed at the look on his face. Never had she seen him show this much of any emotion that wasn't anger. "You have to admit that was funny."

"It was not. You're just saying that because he doesn't know it was you sucking me off." He glared at her.

"Still funny." She giggled. "Oh, I made you a cake. Well, the house elves and I made it together but I decorated it all on my own. I know you don't like sweet things so I'll have all of it, don't worry." She quickly made her way to the table, her robe loosening as she did. She opened the box in the study table and picked up the small black cake in it. On it was what looked like her with a smile on her face and him with a blank expression.

He raised an eyebrow, sitting down on the bed as she set it down in front of him. She sat as well, looking up at him awaiting a response keenly. He didn't say anything, but when he looked up at her and saw the anticipation with which she looked at him, his heart sunk a little.

"Well? I know it's not the bes-" She begun, fidgeting nervously with the ends of the robe sleeve, suddenly aware that she was not wearing under it.

"It's wonderful, darling." He said, and her eyes lit up at that. She grinned brightly. He leaned over the cake, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead. Her eyes closed and she smiled, relishing the moment. He pulled away, but the pleased smile remained set on her face.

She lit a candle on the cake, holding it up for Tom to blow out. "Make a wish." She reminded, just as he blew the candle. He looked at her as he did, the hint of a genuine smile coming back.