𝖲𝖫𝖸𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖭 𝖡𝖮𝖸 𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝙏𝙊𝙈- 𝙀𝙘𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙮 (Smut)

Tom gently gripped your face, planting both hands on your cheeks.

He gave you a harsh kiss, yet it was also tender in some way.

A surge of mixed feelings swept over you, causing your stomach to knot up tightly. Knots that were specific to Tom Riddle.

You let yourself sink into the kiss, letting calm flow over you.

As the kiss intensified, the tension in the room increased.

You clasped him tightly around the neck with your arms. His hands traveled to your lower back.

When your lips briefly parted, the room was silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing.

Tom took advantage of your brief moment apart to say something. "Y/N, I swear to you, no one else will ever touch you; you're mine." You stood on the tips of your toes and gently kissed his lips before he could even finish speaking.

The kiss was progressing, and the need for each other grew stronger.

Your fingers entwined in a gentle embrace. As he moved up on top of you, he gently pushed you onto the bed.

He was utterly enamored with the intensity of emotion visible in your eyes and found himself unable to look away. "Is this okay?" He spoke softly, a gentle smile gracing his face. You nodded in response, your expression filled with clarity, pulling his face closer to yours, and you kissed passionately again.

The tension was building, and the lust was heavy in the air.

Unlike when he was with other people, Tom was compassionate and gentle towards you.

You consented to let him remove your shirt after he softly ran his fingers up your waist and tugged on it.

The clothes fell to the floor as he undressed you.

You couldn't contain your giggles as soon as you heard them land.

Tom clenched his hands over your breasts, but not so strongly that it hurt. He gave you a smirk. Feeling his hands on yours, you whimpered slightly.

You'd longed for this moment for a long time.

You delicately nibbled on his lip as the kisses deepened.

You reached down and grabbed his shirt at the hem, yanking it up toward his head so you could remove it.

As the temperature rose between you two, your bodies pressed closer.

You were in need; you wanted him, and he felt the same desire.

Quickly, your garments became irrelevant as your bodies, crumpled against one another and moved in perfect harmony.

As you felt Tom's length thrust inside of you, you let out small moans.

You grasped his hair, pulling it tight with every movement of Tom's hips, while you moaned in between the more intense kisses.

His strength increased, the delicate nature of his motions remained, and he never deviated from the standard of what was considered appropriate.

There was a sense of hot tension between you. You could feel everything; Tom's fingers dug into your skin, creating tiny markings, which only intensified the sensations.

Tom felt himself tighten his hold on your hips as he noticed your reaction. In response, you let out a whimper.

His motions grew increasingly forceful and longer.

Words were unable to come out of your mouth, no matter how hard you tried. "Tom-" was all you could manage. He found that your response caused him to be even more turned on as he began to grab your hips more tightly. His actions were becoming intolerable, and you found yourself desperately reaching for something, your fists clenched on the bedsheet.

The more his movements intensified, the more your stomach twisted inside of you; he chose to gradually slow his pace since he wasn't prepared for you to surrender just yet.

As you took a moment to compose yourself, you let your arms go loose, sensing a change in his demeanor. "No," Tom began, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's not over yet." Your heart fluttered as he playfully teased you, causing you to be gently rolled onto your backside.

With a playful swat on your butt, you couldn't help but burst into laughter once again.

Without giving you a chance to recover, Tom firmly pressed his hands against your hips, thrusting into you with intensity.

Feeling his warmth envelope you, you couldn't help but throw your head back in ecstasy.

His heart raced with excitement as he quickened his pace, eagerly absorbing your muffled murmurs that filled the air.

As the tingling in your gut intensified and your body grew numb, you were unsure of how much you would be able to tolerate.

With every sway of his hips, you felt an overwhelming wave of pleasure wash over you.

With the release of his hold on your thighs, Tom's body twitched for the final time.

He turned you onto your back, locking eyes with you for an instant, before he pressed his lips onto yours.

In the process, you kissed him back passionately, encircling him with your knees and arms to keep him immobilized.

You felt your face becoming redder as he withdrew his lips from yours.

The only sound that Tom could produce was a mumble. He tried to memorize your figure as his hands caressed your body.

You could still feel the knot in your stomach, as if it were going to start to unravel itself with just one more touch.

"Tom, I need—" you breathed into his mouth as you kissed.

"What?" He asked, "What do you need?" with a hint of slight cheekiness.

Instead of speaking, you took hold of his hand and ran it down your body all the way to your entrance. As his fingers delicately twisted and curled around you, Tom could feel your muscles spasm under his touches.