Tomarry One Shots

Two Truths and a Lie

Summary: Over the course of this strange journey, Harry had discovered two truths and a lie. It was true that Tom Riddle possessed an intellect unmatched by any other in the wizarding world. It was also true that Riddle's powerful mind is accompanied by an even greater ambition, a bottomless pit of desire. But it was not true that, in all of his dignified mightiness, Riddle had any inkling of knowledge on how heats work. Or: Omega!Harry helps Omega!Tom Riddle studs into an alpha, but nothing is ever as it seems.

Ship: HarryPotterxTomRiddle

All credit goes to Minnewort on Ao3

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Over the course of this strange journey, Harry had discovered two truths and a lie.

It was true that Tom Riddle possessed an intellect unmatched by any other in the wizarding world. Nothing was outside the bounds of expertise for him – not runes of an abandoned civilization, not the unforgivable curses, not even the most horrifying alterations of one's soul.

It was also true that Riddle's powerful mind is accompanied by an even greater ambition, a bottomless pit of desire that gnaws away at his conscience, so much so that it was inevitable that he should reach this madness – anything to fill that empty heart.

But it was not true that, in all of his dignified mightiness, Riddle had any inkling of knowledge on how heats work.

Which, for any other omega, would be odd – but not Riddle. He was simply too obsessed with reaching an otherworldly transcendence to be bogged down by the mundane trivialities of mere commoners. If Riddle had been anyone else other than himself, Harry would have hesitated to agree to help. Would have persuaded them otherwise, even. Because no omega, in the history of the wizarding world, had ever succeeded at studding themselves into an alpha. No magic in any worlds could make it happen, it was completely foolish to attempt such a feat.

But because this was Tom bloody Riddle, Harry felt justified in his disregard for the other's well-being.

And...

After all, a tongue was a tongue.

And winter nights at Hogwarts could be terribly long. Who could blame him for wanting to get something out of this diabolical deal?

"It's not working," Riddle hissed between Harry's legs.

No kidding it's not, Harry thought. Merlin himself would have to bless them for it to work.

"Your scroll did say you have to ingest the slick," Harry shrugged. "I'm not wet enough right now."

Riddle dipped his head down again, as if to inspect Harry's pussy. It felt like he was actually medically examining the hole, because Harry started feeling fingers pulling apart his lips every which way and that. It was ticklish, mostly, and not entirely unpleasant, but he didn't sneak all the way into the Room of Requirement just to have his pussy poked at.

By the time he felt another digit just glazed by his entrance, all was clear to Harry. Riddle was definitely not fingering him.

As a matter of fact, Harry wasn't sure if he knew how to finger him.

Taking Riddle's hand in his own, Harry gently guided his index finger inside his pussy. And just like that – Riddle froze. Harry stopped too. Everyone needed time to adjust. Even Harry had to admit he was having trouble getting used to Riddle's long, veiny, strong fingers. Merlin, imagine how good it would feel to have that thing jamming into his hole with abandon. Oh, to fuck himself on his large hand and...