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LAST TIME | tom riddle
summary; things just arenât right between you and tom. when you suggest a break up, however, tom is ready do anything to make it work.
word count; 4153
notes; honestly pure smut. I say tom is willing to do anything but what tom does is just give some really good orgasms. and somehow, itâs still better than 90% of men out there, so.
âYou⊠want to break up?â The clock in the room seemed to tick louder than ever, the seconds dragging on longer and longer as Tom stared at you in disbelief. There was a bottle open between you, two glasses of whiskey poured but neither of them touched, as he stared in shock. âWhy?â
âBecause this isnât working, Tom.â
He picked up his glass now, taking a heavy gulp from it, his brows furrowing as his throat bobbed, until only the empty Crystal was back on the table. He filled it up again.Â
âTomââ
âJust let me think for a second.â You sighed, his gaze flickering over to you, and he softened for just a moment. âIâm trying to work out what to say.â
âThere is nothing to sayââ
âThere has to be!â He slammed an open palm down on the wood, the table rattling and your drink shaking in its glass, his mumbled apology belaying his regret as he glared. At you, at the wall, at the clock still loudly tickling the seconds by. âWhy?â
âBecause this isnâtââ
âDonât say this isnât working. It works perfectly for me, so if itâs not working for you, tell me why. Tell me what I did, what I can do.â You reached for your own glass now, sliding it across the table and taking down the contents in one. Pushing the empty glass toward him with one finger as your throat burned, he filled it up, cupping your hand and pressing the glass into the other. âWe fight all the time, I get that. But you love the fight, I know you do. But youâve neverâyou yell, I shout, we fuck it out and weâre fine. This isnât right, you donât sit here calmly and tell me you want to break up, so tell me what to do.â
âI canât tell you, Tom. I donât know. I just know I canât do this anymore.â
âBut why?â
Exasperation burned through your veins, the words âItâs not workingâ sitting on the tip of your tongue, and you had to bite it to stop them from coming free.Â
âI want to work through it. I want you to tell me every goddamn little thing thatâs wrong. Weâre not leaving this room until itâs right, do you understand me?â His fingers curled on the tabletop, a fist forming, nails no doubt digging into his palms, and you sighed. He may be making it sound like demands, but you both knew it was a question, a desperate plea not to give up on him. The kind of desperation youâd never heard from him before, and it was the only thing that made you stay. âPlease.â
âIâll stay, Tom. Iâll talk, but I make no promises, because I just donât see this working out.â
âIâll make it work.â There was so much conviction in his tone that you almost found yourself believing it. âFirst issue.â
âTomââ
âFirst issue.â He insisted, and you ran a hand down your face.Â
âOkay, fine.â
And just like that, the night melted away. Hours slipped by in a blur of petty arguments, Tomâs eyes boring into your own as he fought and conceded, edging closer and closer to you throughout the night.Â
You resisted for only so long, the first drink gave you the confidence to tell him that you needed more. His cold attention wasnât enough, you needed love and passion, you needed his vulnerability and his emotions, you needed his trust and his confidence to take down those walls.Â
The second drink gave you to confidence to yell, shouting about the kisses he denied you in public, the affections you dreamed of that he never delivered, the activities he got up to that heâd never tell you about. The friends he kept a secret. The times heâd disappear from you for days only to reappear with no word, yet demand to be a part of every single aspect of your life.Â
The third brought you closer, barely resisting his advances as you fought tears, fought anger, fought every overwhelming emotion that was almost spilling out.Â
The fourth brought peace. The fourth brought silence, whispered promises you were inclined to believe, as he all but crawled and knelt. He begged for forgiveness, a sight never before seen for Tom Riddle, when your stubbornness reared a new, alcohol-filled strength, urging you towards the door to leave him behind.Â
The fifth brought solace and warmth. The fifth brought the end of the argument.Â
The firewhiskey was almost gone, a comfort flooding through both of your bodies enough to loosen your lips beyond the hesitation you both held, and you knew if you drank anymore, all progress would be lost. Swiping up the bottle from the table and putting the stopper back in, you took it towards the shelf, feeling Tomâs eyes track your every movement through his dorm.Â
You placed it back within the cabinet, its rightful place between the other vintage bottles, displayed proudly like it wasnât contraband to be hidden, his arrogance never more prominent. For some reason, you loved that. It had always been one of the things that had attracted you to him, his intelligence, his confidence, his sexy self-assuredness, but it just wasnât enough anymore.Â
As you slowly walked back toward your seat, Tomâs calloused hand wrapped around your wrist, bringing you to a halt by his chair. Another soft tug, and he was bringing you down across his lap, arm snaking around your waist to hold you close to his chest.Â
âTomâŠâ
âBabydollâŠâ His whisper was lost to the air between you, a space that was closing as he leaned in. Slowly, slowly, giving you time to pull away, but you couldn't. Everything about him was your weakness, youâd never been able to leave him, not since the day you met him all those years ago, and youâd never be able to leave him now. âLet me back in. Love me again.â
âI do still love you, Tommy.â
âThen let it be enough. Trust that Iâll do whatever it takes.â His lips met your cheek, suddenly, firmly, over far too quickly as he rested his head on your own. âI know Iâm hard to love, but if you do love me too, then please trust me.âÂ
Another kiss, your hand cupping his jaw, a whimper slipping free as he pulled back again.Â
âHave some faith in me.âÂ
Another kiss.
âDonât leave me.â
âKiss me, Tommy.â You sighed, tugging him forward and crashing your lips against his. He didnât hold back, mouth slanting with your own as he sat up in the chair, holding you tighter to his body. His mouth was insistent, forceful and commanding just like every other part of him, lips coaxing your own apart until you were panting softly into his mouth, his tongue slipping through to tease your own.Â
He tasted of whiskey, faint traces of coffee and sugar, a heady mix that you were drowning in. His hands traced slowly across your body, dragging and gripping, tracing like he was trying to memorise you, in case it was the last time he ever got the chance.Â
You wanted more, you needed more, hands in his hair, messing up all those pretty curls and tugging him closer as you tried to twist in his lap. Unsuccessful, your legs still dangling over one of his as you sat sideways, a whine slipping free. To get more youâd have to stand, your hand raking seductively down his chest, nails scratching through the fabric of his shirt. You stood, or tried to, barely making it onto shaking feet before he was nipping at your lip with a cut-off grunt and tugging you right back into his body.Â
In one swift moment he was standing, cradling you sideways in his arms and carrying you across the room. A second later, you were lay on the bed, head pillowed by the quilts as he finally pulled back.Â
Those hands kept exploring, knees bracketing your body as he pushed your shirt up, up, up. He kissed at every newly exposed patch of skin, all across your stomach and over your breasts, reverent and tender, tongue swiping across your skin until you shivered, lips promising his love into your flesh. Until, you were sat up, slipping the top over your arms and letting him cast it away to the floor, his mouth working across your jaw, head tipped back to let him.Â
Your own hands went to his back, scratching down until you caught the hem, far less care and far more desperation as you yanked and tugged, pulling at the shirt until he was reaching behind his head to help you strip him of it, your fingertips falling back to the bare skin of his chest. Firm, warm muscles twitched under your touch, your back hitting the bed again as his mouth collided with your own, backed into the sheets and surrounded by every inch of him, his presence filling the room, filling the air you breathed.Â
âTomâŠâ
His grip shifted, one hand leaving the bedding to skim across your hip, under your body to the flat of your back, and lower. Cupping your arse he lifted your hips, just enough to slot himself between, and oh, delicious pleasure as his hips rocked into your own. Straining through the thick denim of his jeans, Tom pressed his hard cock into you, dragging every torturously clothed inch over your damp centre, ruined panties catching on the material and twisting, making it all the more thrilling.Â
He did it again, and again, your bodies rolling together, clothes the only barrier keeping you apart as his mouth claimed your own. Moans and whimpers bounced off of every wall, each deep, grunted sound he let out was like a high, ricocheting along your body and making your head spin.Â
âFucking hell, babydoll,â His words were choked out, foreheads slick where they pressed together, panting breaths washing over your cheeks as he kept you moving against him, even as you became weak, even as the pleasure made you tremble, nearing that precipice already. âYouâd walk away from this? Donât you feel the way I do? Youâre in my blood like a goddamn drug.â
Then, it was all ripped away, a pathetic wail falling from you as hot pleasure became cold disappointment, your hips dropped back to the bed. One of your shaking hands was cupped in his own as he pulled away, enough to sit up, kneeling between your spread thighs and dragging your hand to his chest.Â
Under solid muscle, his heart pounded, fast and irregular, beating like a drum. âFor you, alright? This beats for you, and you alone.â
Like a knife through the tension, the haze was severed, a refreshing touch of cold on your sex-addled mind. Climbing up, into his lap as his hands gripped your hips, your own reached for his face, tugging him into the most tender and loving kiss you could muster in the heat of the moment.Â
His tongue slides over your own, your nails rake down his chest as you settle into his lap where he kneels, both of his hands kneading your ass. He shudders, your fingers grazing along the defined lines of his abs, and his breathing starts to shallow as your fingers press along the bulge in his jeans.Â
Bucking up, his lips stop working your own, letting you take control of the kiss as his strength starts to wane, your teasing touches along his cock making him squirm underneath you. Squeezing him through the denim, he moans into your mouth, loud and unashamed, and your smirk makes him bite at your lower lip until you gasp.Â
âIâmâ fuck, Iâm really trying to be romantic here, to make love to you, take it slow. Youâre making that real fuckinâ hard for me.â
âI can feel how hard Iâm making it for you, Tommy.â
It was unfair, perhaps, to taunt him so much when he was only doing what youâd asked, to show his affection rather than just assume you knew, to love you properly, but that's not what you wanted right now. Right now, as youâd stared him in the eye and faced the possibility of losing him, you just wanted him, in his rawest form.Â
âTom, babyââ
âStop teasing me.â He all but growled the words, hips rolling into your palm now as you squeezed with rhythm, one of his hands slipping beneath the layers of your clothes, sliding over your ass from behind until one fingertip circled your dripping entrance. âStop teasing me, or you wonât come for hours, do you hear me? Iâll make you cry and beg and scream, Iâll drive you to the edge of your goddamn sanity the way you make me, and maybe I wonât even let you come then.â
With those final words, he plunged a single digit inside of you, your back arching against his chest as he hummed, lips tearing apart as your body bowed to his. Pumping slowly, he left peppered kisses along your exposed collarbones, his other hand trailing teasingly up your spine, undoing the clasp of your bra with a flick of his fingers.Â
Jerking it free from your body shakily, he let out a primal noise as you threw it away, lips wrapping around one nipple, teeth tugging the taut bud.Â
âOh, fuck, TommyâŠâ
âThatâs right, doll. Moan my fucking name.â He did it again, a second finger slipping inside of you, chasing out every sentient thought you had.Â
Your fingers were shaking as you reached for his jeans, tugging at the button and zipper until you could get them down. Finally, you pulled him free from the confines, and relished in the sound he made against your skin as you swept your thumb over the dripping head of his cock.Â
Sitting there, half in his lap as he finally brought you closer and closer to your ruined orgasm, you pumped his cock slowly, nuzzling your nose against his own, feeling the beat of his heart against your hand on his neck. Steady, thumping, a beat just for you as he promised.Â
His skin was wet under your touch, hot and soft and slick, your fist sliding over him, twisting just how you knew he liked. He may know your body like the back of his own hand, but you knew him too. You knew every trick that made him weak, every touch and spot that you could exploit to bring him to his knees before you, if you so wished. Tom Riddle may scare everyone away, may put on his façade to the world, but he was your lover, your heart and soul, and he bared himself to you alone in this vulnerability.Â
Tracing your thumb over the head, you squeezed his cock, another bead of precum, dribbling from the slit and lubricating his skin under your palm. His mouth left your skin, head tilted back. Those pretty brown curls were already plastered to his forehead, sex and love hanging heavy in the hot air, and when your eyes locked with his half-lidded ones, you knew you werenât going anywhere.Â
Like a silent oath, one he could read in your gaze, he knew it too. It would never be so easy to leave, to walk away from him, from this. Things may need to change, but youâd work through them together, because you couldn't just leave him.Â
Your lips slammed together once more, passion and promise, sealed between your mouths as he moaned your name against your tongue.Â
It was just like that, with his body swearing his dedication into your flesh with every touch that you came, crying his name as you unravelled around his fingers, letting him whisper and coax you through it. Your body was shaking in his, leaning into him for support, his lips at your temple.Â
âWas that good, doll?â
âSo good, Tommy.â Your breathless bliss was short-lived, before you could process it, he was pushing you backwards one hand on your chest firmly pressing you into the sheets, and a smirk on his lips as he looked down at you.Â
âGood, itâs only getting better from here.â
His movements showed no gentleness as he tore at the rest of your clothing, your body half dragged down the bed as he stripped you bare. Heat roared through your veins and a blush coated your cheeks, the same way it always did when he manhandled you in such ways. He stripped off his own clothes, nearly tearing the fabric from his body until he was as gloriously naked as you were, every inch of pale, scarred, perfect flesh exposed to you.Â
His grip on your thighs was bruising as he pressed them apart, hardly giving your foggy mind a moment to process, giving your body no chance to truly settle, before he was on his stomach before you, tongue swiping up the evidence of the orgasm heâd just wrung from you in his lap.Â
You jolted, one hand flying to his hair as the other gripped the sheets in your fingertips, a scream on your lips as he lapped the flat of his tongue across your sensitive clit. âTom, oh, fuck!â
He moaned in response, the feeling buzzing across your skin as your hips ground up against his face, every part of your scrabbling for purchase as you sank into the pleasure of it. He went again and again, fingers gripping your thighs, holding them parted for him, before finally, he sucked your clit between his lips, and you sobbed out an attempt at his name.Â
âTom, fuck, fuckâ I canâtââ
âOh, letâs not lie, doll.â He pulled back, a sharp smack across your clit, a skittering pain that made you clench around nothing, so hard you swore youâd cramp, âWe both know you can, and you will. Youâll come all night if I decide it. Now, be a good girl.â
âYouâll be the death of me, Tom Riddle.â Your words were stuttered out between heavy, panted breaths, and he chuckled as he resumed his work. The dark declarations of adoration were always something he had loved, especially when he had you on his tongue, driving you mad.Â
Over and over he worked, kissing, licking, sucking, biting, until your eyes were rolled back in your head, writhing in the sheets, dripping just for him to lap it up, his name like a mantra, all you could think of. Your climax teetered on the brink, your hips rolled up unto his face, chasing with such wanton need that all shame went out of the window and your fingers twisted where they were buried in his dark hair.Â
âTom, Iâmââ
âGonnaâ come? You there already, doll?â You would feel embarrassed for his taunts if you werenât so needy, like a bitch in heat, and you just nodded. A whine slipped free as he pulled back, tears in your eyes threatening to come free as you were denied once again. The bed dipped, and before you could curse, before you could hate him for taking it all away again, his thick cock parted your folds, slamming into you in one quick thrust, and you exploded.Â
His hips rocked, ever so gently, dragging out your orgasm until the flutters of it faded, leaving only blissful peace in its wake. Your hands hooked under his arms as he fisted the bedding on either side of your head, kisses left on your collarbones until your body finally calmed down, and he let his mouth trail up to your own, lips brushing.Â
âYou belong to me, do you understand that? Just like I belong to you.â His body shifted, hips rolling back, until he was barely inside of you anymore, only for a single, deep thrust to have you crying his name, digging your nails into his flesh, praying for anything. âIâm all yours.âÂ
Another thrust, another cry, scratches down his back that made him hiss in excitement.Â
âI donât care how I prove it to you, Iâll carve your name into my goddamn skin if I must, whatever it takes for you to see it.â
He kept it up, the deep pace, the meaningful words, all whispered into your ear as he sucked bruises into your skin, marking you as his the way he promised heâd mark himself too. Your love with him was brutal, it was harsh and sometimes cold, but nobody loved hotter than Tom did either.Â
If you asked him to, thereâs no line he wouldn't cross, nothing he wouldn't do for you, and his dedication showed. It showed in the way he fucked you, holding your gaze and stopping until you looked back to him, fighting the roll of your eyes to the back of your head, or the shaking of your body so hard you could barely breathe. It showed in the hand that slipped up your skin, fingers sealing around your throat as he began to lose control, fucking without sense as he chased his own high, your core squeezing around him so tight he could barely spit out his curses and praise before losing to the end too.Â
It showed in the way he hugged your body to his, skin to skin, everywhere you touched as his release filled you, dripping and escaping around his cock as he fucked the both of you through the final moments of shared ecstasy.Â
It showed in the way he collapsed down on top of you, all walls gone in these few moments, shaking as much as you were as his body smothered your own. Your hand in his damp hair, the other stroking up and down his back as he continued to whisper mindless adoration and poetic love in your skin, kisses and touches that made you understand his devoted worship.Â
âTommyâŠâ
âRight here, doll. Mâright here with you, Iâm all yours.â
He lifted himself at last, balanced on one weak elbow to look at you, smiling in that way only you ever saw as you tentatively brushed plastered curls away from his forehead. He leaned in, a peck left to your lips before he pulled out, wincing apologetically at the grumble that left your lips as he did.Â
âLet me get something to clean you up, alright? Iâll be back.âÂ
You knew he would, he always was, and only moments later, he was reappearing from the bathroom with a cold cloth, parting your thighs much more gently now, and wiping your sensitive skin clean. âWe forgot protection.â You mumbled, one hand coming up to rub across your forehead, too tired to care much now but a problem for the morning.Â
A problem he didnât seem to appreciate, only smirking as he cleaned himself off, before pushing one hand over your stomach. âMaybe I should knock you up, Iâd like to see you leave me then.â
âTom!â His joke was not well received, even if his raspy laugh at your chastisement warmed your heart, your arm thrown over your eyes to block him out, to relish in peaceful darkness. The dirty cloth hit the floor somewhere with a squelch, another problem for the morning, as he tugged the covers out from under your body, collapsing down beside you a moment later and tugging them up over you both.Â
Then, he was peeling your arm from your face, rolling your head to the side to look at him. Gone was the smile, gone was the laughter, a serious look on his face as he studied you carefully.Â
Tom shuffled a little closer, delicately brushing hair from your brow before settling a hand along the curve of your waist.Â
âI like it when your cheeks get all rosy after. You look so pretty when you're glowing, just for me.â Your scoff was cut short by his lips, tugging you in until your naked body was pressed back up to his own, that palm scraping over your soft skin to hook your thigh up over his hip, and your arm lay over his shoulders lazily. âSomething is telling me this isnât over. Tell me Iâm right?â
âI loveâ.â
âTell me youâre staying.â He knew you too well, his grip around your waist tightening holding you to him like he feared youâd slip away. âDonât tell me you love me unless you plan to keep doing it.â
His gaze pierced into your own, face still like stone but worry painted in his eyes, and you nuzzled your nose against his own. He bumped back, once, insistently. âI love you, Tom.â
He sighed, heavy and happy and bumped your noses together once again. A small smile pulled on his lips, and he nodded slightly as his eyes fluttered closed. âI love you too.â
âDoesnât mean youâre off the hook, though. Iâll still make you work for it.â
âIâd expect nothing less from a future Riddle woman.â
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SLYTHERIN // fic recommendations
note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works
REGULUS BLACK
le lendemain matin
the salt and the sea
forever
the better of two bad options
a pen
the door
the black heir
distraction
THEODORE NOTT
love is sour grapes
by netws & nott
something stronger
like snow on the beach
the only heaven i'll be sent to (is when i'm alone with you)
TOM RIDDLE
desiderium
love again
from the glue
salted caramel, metal, strawberries, vanilla, and ink
midmorning
effects of amortentia
DRACO MALFOY
our little secret
honeydukes
firsts
how could i ever forget?
makeup
draco malfoy with shy!male!reader headcanons
cherry juice
MATTHEO RIDDLE
the cat
puppy eyes
the game
rainy nights m.r
LORENZO BERKSHIRE
like nobody else
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SLYTHERINSLUT0âS KINKTOBER | 2024.
hello my loves. here we have the masterlist for my first ever kinktober. a huge thank you to all my new followers and to anyone whoâs been around since the beginning. october marks a year since this account blew up so this is my little treat to yall. letâs get kinky.
please note the following, some of these works may contain triggering content and kinks that might not be for you, do not click on something you aren't comfortable with, and as always, chars are 19+, minors please do not interact.
MASTERLIST UNDER CUT | âșËâïœĄÂ°â©âđ·
kinktober masterlist. | full masterlist. | 19+ MDNI.
these will be completed in a mix of full fics & blurbs.
october 1st âą size kink, big dick.
just the tip. theodore nott
october 4th âą loss of virginity / corruption kink.
first time. mattheo riddle
âą part one
âą part two
october 8th âą somno / free use.
thank you. tom riddle
october 11th âą mirror sex / body worship.
i want you to watch yourself. blaise zabini
october 15th âą brat taming / daddy kink.
yes, daddy. mattheo riddle
october 18th âą hatefucking / dubcon / enemies
youâre lying. mattheo riddle
october 21st âą gun play / dub con / masochism.
does this make me dangerous? tom riddle
october 25th âą anal sex / sexual punishment.
turn around. tom riddle
october 28th âą degradation / humiliation / 3sum
ghostface. theodore nott x lorenzo berkshire
october 31st âą orgy / groupsome / drunk sex.
fuckfest. the slytherins
all works belong to © slytherinslut0 and are not permitted to be reproduced redistributed or republished in any way, shape or form.
banner credit: @violetbudd
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slytherin boys hc realizing they were to rough after an argument and comforting you?đđ
thank u for requesting, have fun reading <3
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characters: mattheo riddle, tom riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy
warnings: fighting, arguing, fluff, mention of make up sex, so a bit smut
Mattheo Riddle:
letâs be honest, he would definetly take a moment to realize he actually hurt your feelings
his pride and stubbornness would be in the way at first
but when he sees the first tears rolling down your cheeks he slowly walks towards you giving your forehead a kiss while hugging you tightly and swiping your tears away with his thumb
"I am so sorry princess, I swear youâre right. I didnât mean it like that, you know that, right? I love you so much I would never want to hurt you on purpose. Can you please talk to me again, baby?"
he would pull you onto his lap and rock you slighty while whispering sweet things into your ear telling you how sorry he is and that it wonât happen again
Mattheo would just cuddle you for the rest of the night and maybe have make up sex with you If youâre not too mad at him
"Iâm gonna show you how sorry I am princess." he would be a MUNCH and eat you out, never stopping no matter how sensetive you got.
"Want me to stop? Come on baby, one more just one more I promise." his tounge would flick relentlessly over your clit over and over again, his green ties around your wrists making it hard to protest.
Tom Riddle:
bro would try to manipulate you at first and tell you youâre overreacting and too sensetive but when you leave the room and donât try to reach out to him for a few days..
you got his head spinning
maybe he would wonder why youâre ignoring him until he remebers your fight which he almost forgot because it was so unimportant to him
i think he would try to get closer to you so you had to talk to him
but when you still wouldnât and he notices the hurt in your eyes, he would wrap his arms around you from behind and whisper in your ear how sorry he is
he couldnât believe he really spoke these words but you meant too much to him to loose you over an stupid argument he couldnât even remember at first
"How difficult was that for you?" you ask when your little frown on your fave disappears and is switched with a smirk. He rolls his eyes and presses you against him, still whispering in your ear.
"Donât try your luck too much darling." While his fingers squeeze your sides
100% rough make up sex where he would punish you for not talking to him
"Fuck you think you can just ignore me? Act like Iâm not there?" while he pounds into you from behind, pushing your face down into the pillow.
"What was that darling? Couldnât hear you over all the noises you make."
Theodore Nott:
I have a splitted opinion on Theodore to be honest
on one side he would be the sweetest and comfort you right away without thinking twice about it
but on the other hand I also see him giving you a cold shoulder, also too stubborn and ignorant to realize how much he hurt you
but on either side, when he then would notice how you ignore him he would so something romantic to make it up to you
I just see him with a picnic prepared outside at the lake with your favorite snacks and a plushy for you.
"Iâm so sorry cara mia you mean the world to me, I never meant to hurt you. Please let me male it up to you."
After the picnic and you forgiving him he would pin you down, not giving a fuck who would see you If walking mear by
"Theo! Everyone could see!" you struggle against his fingers on your clit. "hmm let them see how sorry I am principessa."
he would pussy your skirt up and eat you out like Mattheo but without the whole overstimulation
when you come for the first time he wouldnât hesitate or waste any time to pull down his pants and fuck you next to the lake
"Fuck we should argue more often If thatâs the outcome of it. Me pounding your tight little pussy amore." You would shoot him a glare but moan his name right after, eyes rolling back
Lorenzo Berkshire:
He would be THE sweetest ever
but also heâs someone who tryâs to stay calm during fights but then when he is really mad, he just explodes without thinking
as soon as he sees the first tear rolling down your face he would walk over to you and hug you so tight you almost couldnât breathe.
"God y/n I am so so so so sorry I swear it will never happen again! Shit Iâm so stupid I donât even deserve you baby."
when you would forgive him and already forgot about the fight you two had, he couldnât stop thinking about it.
he was just so sorry he had to show you somehow so the first thing that came to his mind was buying you something you wanted since forever
a fucking puppy
"Enzo! Oh my god you did nooot!" you said in a whiny tone about to cry from happiness
"No no no princess please donât cry I can bring him back If you donât â " "What? No!" you take him out of his hands and look down into itâs cute face "thank you thank you thank you!"
after the day went by and you two got everything you need for your new baby, you wanted to thank your boyfriend
"Oh â fuck yes." heâd groan while you ride him, bouncing up and down "Bloody hell Iâll give you a whole damn zoo If thatâs whatâs going to happen after." he says while gripping your hips and fucking right up into your thankful pussy
Draco Malfoy:
he didnât know what to do at first, your cold shoulder towards him felt like a knife in his chest even tho he knew he deserved it
he said some things to you in an argument he wasnât proud of, too ashamed when he knew you only wanted the best for him
The only thing he knew was showering you in gifts which would work with little things but not this. You wanted him to apologize with real words.
after days of giving you gift after gift he realized for himself that it wasnât going to work.
"Darling? Do you have a minute?" he would ask to which you just nod slighty
He would take a deep breath before speaking " I am sorry for what I said. I truly am. And I never should have said that to you or let my frustration out on you Iâm really ashamed of what vame out of my mouth when everything you wanted was just the best mor me."
It felt like a stone fell from his heart after speaking what he had thought for days and your happy face told him it was just what you wanted to hear
"Shit y/n â" he groans when you take him deeper into your mouth, looking up at him with innocent eyes.
"Just wait what weâll do after that pretty boy." you chuckled before taking him back knto your mouth and sucking him for dear life.
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Them after especially rough ykyk
Slytherin boys x reader (hcanons, aged up to 18 years old)
Warnings: soft smut, 16+ Iâd say (?), on my shit again after a long time Iâm sorry, no Draco and idc if heâs the original slytherin boy, go on Wattpad if you want Draco bc thereâs enough of him on there /jk but not rlly
Theodore Nott:
youâd be incredibly flushed afterwards, panting and still holding onto the sheets for dear life
your eyes closed, lips swollen and slightly hanging open, trying to get yourself down from your high
heâd immediately hover over you (still undressed, only in boxers), both his arms on your side to support himself
âfucked you a little too good, didnât I?â, heâd cockily ask and heâd just gently stroke your flushed cheeks with his thumb
you would counter, but your throat felt too hoarse from all the obscene noises he had coaxed out of you
âcâmon letâs get you cleaned up, you did so well for meâ/âyou are always so good for me, my perfect girlâ heâd praise you, knowing you would let him do it all over again just for him to call you his good girl
Tom Riddle:
with Tom itâs never soft, bu when you have a especially rough session with him, it is rough
afterwards youâd most likely still be tied up by your wrists, or facing downward with your face on a pillow, insides feeling twisted and hypersensitive
you would barely be able to move and especially your legs would be quivering if you tried to get up
Tom definitely knows when youâve reached your limits, but sometimes he actively pushes those to remind you of your place, you are there for his pleasure
He isnât the praise type, but heâd quietly clean up and allow you to cuddle him, but only if he felt completely fulfilled
Matthew Riddle:
usually itâs a mix of rough and soft with him, but both of you need those rough sessions sometimes for a complete stress release
afterwards heâd worship you from top to bottom, leaving soft kisses from your jaw to your stomach
heâd rub over all the hickeys he left, the bruised spots and your plump (fuvked out) lips of course
while stroking your hair he would tell you how much he loved you and how amazing it was with you
heâd help you get up and go to the shower, having a soft make out session in there of course, and afterwards do whatever you wanted
mostly itâd just be cuddling or talking
Blaise Zabini:
knowing that you didnât use your safe word, heâd still ask if you were alright
after making sure, and checking up on you heâd make you sit up and sip some water (somehow heâd always insists that)
âyou think you can handle one more?â, heâd jokingly ask to make you smile after having made you (s)cream
heâd want to discuss what went well and what could be improved upon, to fuck you even better next time
although that sounds like a joke, he means it fully
when you tell him that he couldnât possibly make you feel better, or how good he is, he just smirks, knowing no one could do what he does
Lorenzo Berkshire:
heâd totally tease you so much, especially if you begged for him to go rougher
âI knew my princess liked it roughâ/âjust needed someone to fuck you into your place didnât youâ/âlook at you, all fucked out like some slut, and enjoying it tooâ
of course heâd make sure you were alright too, asking whether he went too hard
âitâs hard to control myself when it comes to you yâknowâ, heâd seductively murmur in his deep voice, while caressing your body
after being especially rough, he would want to be the perfect boyfriend the entire week, attending to your every wish; basically golden retriever behavior
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Slytherin Boys React: How They Would Overstimulate You
Iâve been gone for too long, so I decided to write the dirtiest post Iâve ever written (for Tumblr at least)
Warnings: 18+ only, Minors DNI, smut, degradation, oral (m+f receiving), piv, voyuerism, fingering, overstimulation, toxic, cnc, fingering, slapping, smut with no plot, pain, praising, begging.
Mattheo Riddle: Fucking You Past Your Limit
âHold your legs for me yea?â Mattheo asks, but you know by the tone of his voice that heâs really telling you to. You sigh softly and hold the backs of your knees as your legs tremble.
âJust like that,â he grins as he pushes forward bottoming you out immediately. The gasp leaving your wide open mouth is his reward. His hands press into the bed beside your face trapping you under him as he thrusts deeply. At least this position lets your body rest. Tonight, heâs already had you bent over his desk, standing by the wall with your leg hitched up onto his waist, and sitting on his dick with your legs dangling over the edge of the bed as you felt the full length of him threatening to break you.
He groans and curses as he jackhammers his way into you relentlessly. Your mouth is an endless string of moans and cries. When he feels you tense around him as you come, he finally rolls off and lays beside you on the bed.
âGet on topâ he says tapping your leg urgently.
âYou have got to be kiddingâ you whine breathlessly.
He takes your hand and places it on his still hard cock, âDoes it feel like Iâm kidding?â
Theodore Nott: Fucking Your Mouth
Another tear rolls down your cheek as you gag. Theoâs hand wraps tightly in your hair tugging you off his cock. Your lips drip with your own thick saliva mixing with tears. Your eyes look up at him blinking back water, wondering if heâs finally done.
âYouâre so fucking pretty when you cry for me bellaâ he mutters in a low voice. His sleepy eyes donât seem concerned that your jaw is aching, that heâs been using your mouth for nearly thirty minutes. Your mascara isnât even under your eyes anymore, the muddy tracks are dripping under your chin.
âJust a little longerâ he says as you gag again his thickness filling your mouth mercilessly. His hips thrust forward as he keeps your face in a vice like grip using you like his own personal toy. When he finally comes in your mouth, youâre so relieved itâs over. He whispers dirty praise making you feel proud of yourself. Youâre even grateful to swallow.
Lorenzo Berkshire: Going Down on You
It felt amazing. An hour ago. Now Enzoâs hands have to keep your thighs from pressing back together around his ears. His tongue circles your clit, then flicks on the nub as you gasp and whine.
âPlease babyâŠI canât,â you whimper but he only laps and slurps greedily as she feel the coil inside of you threatening to snap again.
âYes you canâ he says in a low voice. You whine again as he flutters his tongue,.
âOh God you taste so sweet,â he mumbles as his tongue plunges into your hole for a moment before continuing its assault on your bundle of nerves.
Your hips roll forward and he pins them down as your body nearly folds in half from another panting climax. Enzoâs mouth hungrily devouring your orgasm as he eats you through it.
Draco Malfoy: Making You Watch Yourself
âLook at how beautiful you areâ Draco whispered in your ear. You can hardly stand anymore much less open your eyes and look in the mirror. When you finally do, you are a mess. Your cheeks are flushed, your lips parted, your hair is clinging to your forehead that is getting damp with sweat.
Draco stands behind you, one hand on your breast the cool rings of his fingers soothing your burning skin. The other hand delicately rubs your clit so softly and constantly. He buries his cock into you again as you whimper, his lips brushing kisses on your neck and shoulder. The maddening sensation hurling you to the edge, his lips curled up in a smirk in the mirror.
Your third orgasm rips through you as you shudder, your eyes rolling back obstructing your view of yourself again. Thatâs okay. Draco rolls your nipple between his fingers reminding you to snap your eyes open as you watch him take you over and over again.
Blaise Zabini: Fingering in Public
âCan you believe it Y/N?â Pansy asks you excitedly from across the table.
âHuh?â You asked softly. She looks at your parted lips confused, your eyes are half lidded and you squirm in your chair.
âAre you even listening to me?â She asks.
Blaise sits beside you, his fingers thrumming deep inside your cunt. Panties pushed aside and your skirt rolled to your waist. At least thereâs a table cloth to provide some semblance of privacy.
âStop being rude Y/N,â Blaise says teasingly, his cocky smirk watching you try and hold your composure. His fingers curl up in a âcome hitherâ motion brushing your Gspot. The rhythmic motions pair with his thumb tracing gentle circles on your clit and your brain feels fuzzy.
You have to put your head on the table and cover it with your hands to stop from screaming as Pansy rolls her eyes at your strange behavior and walks off. Blaise feels the liquid on his palms as you squirt onto his fingers, your face panting trying to shyly hide your face.
âGood job staying quiet babe, just give me one moreâ he whispers in your ear.
Tom Riddle: Pain
I mean. It is Tom Riddle. He loves overwhelming you in the most taboo way. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you sit on his desk, one hand pressed to the small of your back as he pushes into you. With every thrust he delivers a smack to your cheek. Youâre breathless as his hand is wet with your tears.
âTake it doll,â he says in a low growl as you feel every slap shift your thoughts away until all you can focus on is the pain and the pleasure. Soon your breathing is rhythmic as your body responds, he loves watching you come undone as he pushes your limits.
Your pussy clenches him and your whimpers turn into loud moans of pleasure as he rolls his hips into you at an untethered pace. His hands to move to grip your ass as he fucks you through your climax.
Then he holds your red cheeks kissing you roughly as you shudder with orgasm. Heâs not happy until youâre lost in sub space, nearly babbling incoherently. Desperately asking him if youâve been a good girl.
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Tom riddle being low key obsessed with your ass. Thatâs it. Thatâs the request.
tomâs hands always instinctively wander towards your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before possessively resting it there. he doesnât care where you two areâ even when in the presence of others in the slytherin common room, his hand trails down from the small of your back, down to the plump flesh. âtom! weâre in public.â you hiss through clenched teeth, eying him with a stern, disapproving expression on your face. âi am aware. no need to state the obvious.â he replies icily, not even bothering to meet your gaze as his piercing eyes remain fixed ahead.
and during sex, his favourite position is for sure doggystyle, with your hands tied behind your back by a cute, pink ribbon. heâd push your head deeper into the plush pillows with one hand, while the other harshly smacks your ass until the red imprint of his hand is visible on your delicate skin. his brutal, relentless thrusts leave your head spinning as you drool all over the satin sheets, his hand possesively squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. âmine. youâre all mine and mine only.â
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THEO NOTT
You and Theo first time having sex together
theo fucking you in the kitchen
theo fucking you after a long day, not caring to fully take your clothes off
theo lets you grind on his cock
TOM RIDDLE
tom stretches you out with his massive cock
tom roughly fingering you
tom punishing you
tom lets you cum on his leg while he sits back and relax
MATTHEO RIDDLE
mattheo fills you up
mattheo fingering you after catching you talking to fred and george
morning sex with mattheo
mattheo shutting you up
LORENZO BERKSHIRE
enzo fucking you after classes
you and enzo in the middle of the night
enzo eating you out while your mad at him
enzo cums in his underwear
DRACO MALFOY
draco relieving your stress
lazy sex
draco breeds you
draco sucks on your nipple
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Possessive, obsessive, aggressive T.R T.N M.R
Summary: A movie night where secrets get revealed with Y/N and the boys.
Popcorn flying through the air, laughter filling the homely manor and the television playing a long forgotten movie. This is how good life ha been living with the boys. Y/N was currently sitting on the warm carpeted floor in between Theodores legs, Tom was sitting to the right of them, comfortable on his own seperate arm chair and Mattheo to the left of them, taking up most of the couch sitting in the most annoying way so that he was touching both Theodore and Y/N.
âYou should have heard her screaming Y/Nâ Mattheo laughed loudly basically wheezing at this point, ready to pee himself from laughter.
âOkay itâs not that funny. All we did was hook up and then she woke me up screaming, she was supposed to leave already.â Theodore said shooting a fake glare in Mattheos direction with his icy blue eyes. He continued to sloppily try to braid Y/Ns piece of long brown silky hair.
âYouâre right. It wasnât funny it was obnoxious. Actually it was downright absurd, only the lowest of the low human beings with that level of IQ-â Tom started going on a very angry rant, most of the time everyone doesnât know what heâs talking about when he has these moments of his temper betraying him.
âCome on tom, calm down a little bit?â Y/N asked with furrowed brows and a slight pout. She didnât mind when Mattheo and Theodore start their friendly banter but sometimes Tom just doesnât get the hint, or pick up on social settings vibes.
Tom huffed and looked away, he didnât want to admit it but he cares about what she thinks. They all know it too.
âYou pricks are both so fucking in love with Y/N, at this point itâs disgusting.â Mattheo chuckled loudly as he continued to throw popcorn at Tom. Mattheo draped a foot over Y/Ns head. She shot him a glare and smacked his foot with her free hand, the other trying to help Theodore braid her hair.
âDo not start.â Tom warned him with a harsh look as Tom continued to put the popcorn Mattheo keeps throwing at him in a trash bag.
âOh, do not act like you werenât going absolute crazy when she brought a guy home.â Theodore yelled extremely loudly for no reason which was so random. Y/N looked up at Mattheo with a confused look, then back up at Theodore who was fiddling with her hair trying to detangle the matt he had made.
âNo i didnât!â Mattheo screamed back obviously lying. He was trying to cover for himself in front of Y/N.
âYou dickheads did too!â Mattheo yelled pointing at Tom and Theo. As he jumped up, the popcorn falling onto the floor, the popcorn kennels already in the expensive carpet. Tom groaned loudly obviously already knowing he is going to be the one cleaning that up.
âWell. We did not hex him.â Theodore said sassily as he crossed his arms with a huff, giving up on trying to untangle the braid.
âYes.â Tom said dryly agreeing with Theodore.
âIT WAS LITERALLY YOU WHO HEXED HIM!â Mattheo screamed at Tom, Mattheo was met with Tom staring at him blankly.
âoh.â Tom said nonchalantly,
Everyone stared at him with a concerned look on their faces.
âIs this why no boys ever come back over after the first date?â Y/N asked with a dumb founded look on her face.
âYes.â The boys all answered in the same nonchalant tone and all at the same time.
âYou guys sound like a cult, iâm leaving.â Y/N said as she gets up off the carpeted floor from in between Theodores legs. She walks up the stairs while flipping them off as they stared at her blankly.
âHer ass is so fat.â Mattheo said while so obviously staring. He was met with eye rolling from Theodore, but obviously he was staring too because he had to re arrange his pants, and Tom just looking at him with a disgusted look as he grabbed a pillow and put it over his crotch as he huffed once again.
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Break-up
Characters : Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini. Pancy Parkinson ( background )
How Slytherin boys will react when you ask them for break up.
Warning : might be toxic, alcoholism, possesive and obsessive behaviour, Reader feels they are too much ( in Blaise Zabini hc, you can skip that )
Mattheo Riddle
He's not going to listen a word so don't even bother.
He will shut you up real quick in more than one way, speaking too loud, cutting you mid, changing topics and rushing to classes that don't even exist and his most favourite, kissing you.
He would kiss you so hard that every thought inside your head would evaporate in fuzzy vapour, the bubbles in your head popping with each moan that would escape your throat.
âYou were saying something?â He would ask so wickedly, amused with the dumb look you have plastered on your face and relishing while your fumble within words.
â I don't think it's important." He would take your hand, kissing the inside of your palm, his sweet words vibrating through your skin.
â yeah, not important.â
Draco Malfoy
Ofcourse he would be a nonchalant bastard about it, despite the brimming tears at the inside of his eyes.
â oh, fancy potter now, don't you ? â he would snarl, accusingly, his voice harsh and contempt choking him.
Draco would do everything wrong, say the wrong things, do even more.
He would start by parading Pancy around, so desperate that he would also accept Miss Greengrass's date invite.
But he would also cry, as soon as the facade will crumble, he would grip the sink till his knuckles went white, face wet and red with tears that wouldn't stop.
Then a word with his mother would do the miracle and the next thing you know would be a very drunk Draco howling and sobbing his undying love for you, refusing to leave and would make everyone listen how much he loves you, and how you belong with him.
â Draco.â you winced at the grimness left behind after dries tears, softening.
â Go back to your dorm.â
â kiss me night and i'll go.â Draco slurred, you were pretty sure you smiled as soon as he said 'fight' instead of night.
âNo.â
â Yes!â He would lean down at you, pouting, and how much you loved this boy, all his tantrums, all his shenanigans. Your pretty, smart and silly boyfriend.
âOkay.â you breathed, pecking his cheek, tasting his tears and how much you hated it.
â I'll be good...good for you.â he will be, you thought.
Tom Riddle
â You decided that yourself ? â Tom would whisper ever so dangerously, pressing closer, you could hear the pitch silence outside the tapestry.
â It's not... It's not working Tom.â you knew he loved you but he was gone half the time, half the time with books that were too bold and dark, of magic that was malicious beyond your wits.
â yeah ? â He would smear his thumb across your face, kneading your cheek and you tried your best to stay quiet but the arousal that lurched inside you, just by his mere touch, sometimes just the way he looked at you, like he was part of your soul.
Tom would smirk, delighted when you moaned for him like that, he wasn't accepting at first how you drived his crazy just by existing. He wouldn't let you go, never ever.
â I want to bury my soul into you.â His nose mapping your neck, taking your scent.
â oh.â you trembled when his hands worked their way inside your shirt, cold rings blazing in your warm flesh.
â But it will take time my darling.â his disappointment flushed when he looked up at you, breathless and hot under him.
â so for now...â his mouth twitched, Head boy Tom Riddle, sinking to his knees, eyes glinting so bright. Oh how much he wishes to mingle your souls together, how much.
Theodore Nott
He's going to sensible, furrowing hard but listen when you tell him all the reasons how it could'nt work , he's considerate enough to pat your back, soothing you, when you break down in between.
â If you need time baby, then I'll be patient.â he would say, kissing your forehead.
He wouldn't sit next to you in classes despite his soul wanting to crawl out of his body and embrace you.
Theo only sometimes snuggled next to you in armchair, you couldn't even blame him for it was too cold
He was on his best behaviour ignoring the totally 'accidental' beat ups of guys who were going to ask you or almost did, but in either way they never showed up.
â I see you aren't dating anyone.â He would make no attempt to get up from your lap, discarding your homework with a swish of his wand.
â shut up, or i will pour this ink pot on you.â you would bristle like a cat, it was inevitable not to card your fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp, he relaxed into your touch, chuckling.
â It wasn't me.â
You sighed, looking at the bruised knuckles because your baby wasn't even trying to be subtle. He could have used his wand, phew.
â c'mon, now can we please date again ? â He would look up with puppy eyes, sticking out his lower lip to look extra cute. Shit, you shouldn't have told him that.
â You guys stopped dating ? â Draco asked, brow raised in question.
â hey.â His fingers reached to trace your jaw, arching a little as you gaped a soft, âTheoâ
â Please, please, please.â He pleaded, his chin raised, as if he could claim your lips just like that.
â Get yourself a room ! â Pancy snapped, Theo only sneered while you looked away flushed pink.
â Theo, stop.â you whined, when he got up, hawling you up in his arms as you wacked him repeatedly.
â I've been a good boy.â he would mouth, smiling when you would hide your blush in the crook of his neck.
â The only thing I am interested in breaking with you,â a pause, â is my bed.â
Blaise Zabini
â What did I do wrong ? â that's his first question and you're already guilty.
â It's just everything is so messy Zab, it's too much for me.â
He couldn't say anything more, the lump in his throat strangling each sound that passed between his cartilage.
â Blaise...â you whispered when his whole face, that shined brighter than the whole sky withered away.
â Hey...â you cooed and nudged him lightly and it was enough to break free the sob that grasped his chest, his whole heart. He hiccuped before large tears streamed down his coppery skin, gleaming in the basking glow of midnight.
â Don't... please..d.. don't â he sobbed harder, his whole body shaking.
You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer till your heart were crossed.
â I am too much Blaise... Like a black hole.â you could never take away his glisten, never.
â I love you.â he said, wrapping himself around you, closing his eyes as tear escaped and brushed against your clothes, love lorned and love sick.
â I love you too.â because how could you not say it back ? When he loved you like you were the most precious one to him.
You will try, try your best and let him shine, protect him from your drakness, you have to try your best.
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Just Theo losing his mind over a tiny, little dress
theo nott x fem!reader
warnings: smut (this one's filthy, y'all)
The music blasting through the Slytherin common room was not only filling your ears, but your whole body too. It was running through your veins, every muscle and nerve consumed by the slow rhythm of the bass.
You were moving to the beat without a care in the world, lost in the flow, surrounded by warm bodies moving along the same melody.
Until a pair of hands found place on your hips, a presence making itself known behind you as your back collided with his chest.
You would've recognized that scent everywhere. A smirk grew on your lips.
Bingo.
âAre you trying to kill me, bambolina ?â his smooth voice reached your ears through the loud banging of some song you didn't quite recognize. (babydoll)
His hands were scorching hot on your hips, feeling them through the flimsy fabric of your dress. The way they wanted to touch, to feel, to own.
The grin on your lips widened.
Oh, he was so easy to tease.
You turned around, meeting his eyes. Their usual sky blue had become deeper, a storm in full swing. They were dark, hungry, and yet you could still find that glint of cockiness that never left his gaze.
Theodore Nott was as beautiful as he was devilish.
Good thing you knew how to take him. Metaphorically and physically speaking.
âDon't know what you're talking aboutâ you said, swaying your hips to the sultry rhythm and morphing your expression to one of fake cluelessness.
âReally ? I'm pretty sure you doâ the grin on his face was teasing but you could see the light clench of his jaw.
Trying to keep it cool, to keep control.
Unfortunately for him his eyes scanning every inch of your body betrayed him and his illusion of a collected behavior.
âYou don't like my dress ?â you asked, getting closer and circling his neck with your arms.
His hands were on your back, traveling up and down, tracing your skin through the fabric, memorizing every nook and curve of your body.
A shiver ran down your spine as he pulled you closer to him, chest to chest.
âYou have the nerve to ask me that ?â he uttered, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief.
A chuckle left your lips.
âYou sound so affronted, Nottâ your hand slipped through his hair, combing them lightly while your bodies kept swaying to the music.
He closed his eyes in bliss, feeling your gentle fingers brush through his brown locks.
And then you pulled. A bit harsher, a bit rougher. Exactly how he liked it.
Theo groaned, his eyes snapping open as the grip on your hips became tighter.Â
His forehead touched yours as he leaned closer and closer.
âOh, you want to play with fire I seeâ he breathed mere inches away from your lips.
âMaybe I doâ you grinned, your tone challenging.
âAnd what happened to âI wouldn't touch you even if you were the last man on earthâ, dolcezza ?â he asked teasingly, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. (sweety)
Your cheeks warmed up the slightest bit.
Yes, you and Theo hadnât started off in the best of ways.
But things changed.
Especially after the most completely unexpected and undoubtedly best fuck of your life, courtesy of a very heated arguement between the two of you that ended with him buried deep inside of you while you basically chanted his name like a prayer.
You wished you could say it was a one time thing, a mistake.
But it wasnât.
Because soon you found out that no one made you feel better than him.
Your body craved his touch, you couldn't help it.
âWell, I didn't know the wonders that your mouth and your cock were capable of at the time, can you really blame me ?â you asked back, lifting an eyebrow.
âSo that's why you chose the tiniest, sexiest dress you own ? Cause you wanted to get your guts rearranged ?â he teased with a shit-eating smirk.
âWho knowsâ you shrugged your shoulders as a smug smile grew on your lips.
He huffed a laugh, shaking his head.
âYou'll be the death of me, bambolinaâ he mouthed right on your lips before leaning in. (babydoll)
And, fuck, that felt both like heaven and hell.
His mouth was soft and rough at the same time. Hungry, needy, pure fire that was consuming you. The taste of nicotine and alcohol mixed with a sweetness that you couldn't quite pinpoint, but it was there. And it was addicting.
You wanted more. You always wanted more when Theo was involved.
His tongue teased yours, playing his dirty little games.
Your mind went blank.
âYour room or mine ?â you asked, millimeters away from his lips.
âWhichever is the closest, I don't careâ he said hurriedly âNon vedo l'ora di strapparti questo cazzo di vestito di dossoâ (I can't wait to rip this fucking dress off of you)
You didn't understand a single thing of the Italian coming out of his mouth as he was busy leaving a trail of eager kisses down your neck, going so slow that your brain started to melt.
You had no idea of how you managed to arrive at your dorm, too engrossed in the feeling of having him so close to you.
But now there you were.
The door closed with a click, and after a second you felt him everywhere.
His hands in your hair, on your face, your neck, hips, thighs. Fucking everywhere.
Your back collided with the wall as he kissed you like he needed air and you were pure oxygen filling his lungs.
âYouâre a vixen, you know that ?â he whispered âmaking me lose my fucking mind moving your hips like thatâÂ
His lips were still on yours, his hands kneading the plush skin of your ass, making you hiss in pleasure.
âDidnât know I only needed a dress to make you go ballistic, Nottâ you muttered with a chuckle as he decorated your throat with slow, wet kisses.Â
âI couldnât give less than a shit about the dress, Y/n. You are the one making me go fucking feral, not this stupid piece of fabricâ he groaned against your skin.
âThen rip it the fuck off of me, why donât you ?â you said, whimpers leaving your mouth as Theo found the most sensitive spot on your neck, starting to tease it with his tongue, his teeth and that sinful mouth of his.
You felt his smirk right on your skin.
âAs you wish, bambolinaâ
 In a heartbeat you heard cloth being torn, shredded to pieces.
The air suddenly hitting your skin made goosebumps appear all over your body.
Your eyes snapped to his. The fire in them almost burned you, matching your own.
Lust and hunger filled every cell of your being, seeing the poor dress resting in pieces on the floor.
Because Theo had literally ripped it off.
You didnât think this man could get any hotter. Guessed you were fucking wrong.
âCazzo, sei una visione Y/n'' he whispered breathlessly. (Fuck, you're a vision Y/n)
His eyes ran all over your figure, taking in every curve, every inch of your body, imprinting it in his memory forever.
Then he began his journey of torture.
He started with his lips on yours, nibbling and sucking slowly, seductively, proceeding along your jaw, traveling down and reaching your neck, kissing the skin that was already turning a dark red from his previous attentions.
He stopped briefly at your shoulder, delicately removing your bra as the pads of his fingers brushed your skin tenderly.
He left his marks all over you.
On your shoulder, your collarbones, on your breasts teasing your sensitive nipples with his tongue before sucking gently, grazing them with his teeth and sending bolts of electricity throughout your entire body.
His lips were soft, but they left a burning path everywhere they touched.
Moans and whimpers left your mouth with each and every caress of his skin on yours.
He kept giving attention to every single centimeter of your figure, going down and down until he sank on his knees.
The sight of him kneeling in front of you with that deep, dark look in his eyes turned you on like nothing ever did before.
âThis might be my favorite angle of you, you know ?â you confessed, your fingers combing through his brown waves.
You felt him grin against your hip bone, kissing it right after.
âIs it ?â his tone was teasing, playful, as he traced your skin with his lips âwhen Iâm on my knees ?â another kiss lingered on your hip âright at your mercy ?âÂ
âShit- yeahâ you choked out a whimper as his mouth got closer and closer to your core.
The grip on his hair tightened and he let out a deep moan.
âWell, thatâs good to know, princessâ he said simply âcause this is my favorite place to be. Right between your thighsâ and then he left a soft kiss directly on your clothed heat before sliding your panties down your legs.
A needy moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.
âYou're perfect. You're so fucking perfectâ he whispered in awe, completely drunk on the sight of your naked body.
âTheoâŠâ you whined.
âYes, baby ?âÂ
Fuck, that word made your stomach churn in the best way possible.
âJust fucking get to itâ you said urgently.
A cocky smile appeared on his face as he started to slowly get up, placing kisses here and there, making his journey back to your lips.
You whined, missing the feeling of his mouth lingering on your most sensitive spot.
âYouâre needyâ he whispered in your ear, making you shiver.
âYouâre torturing meâ you bit back, breathless and impertinent.
âOh, so you can tease me in front of our whole House, but I canât have my little fun when itâs just us ? Seems a bit unfair, tesoroâ he mocked you lightheartedly with the most irritatingly hot smirk. (darling)
âWipe that smug little smile off your face Nott, I can't stand itâ you said, the annoyance in your tone as clear as the lust in it, too.
âCanât stand it ?â he asked sensually, his breath tickling your ear before looking you in the eyes with that sinful grin that made you go feral âthen why donât you sit on it, bambolinaâÂ
His gaze was dark, the blue of his eyes completely swallowed up by blackness.
The breath got knocked out of your lungs. Hot liquid desire filled your veins.
Your entire body was consumed by him, every single cell screaming his name.
And who were you not to listen ?
âLay down thenâ you said with a devilish grin, pushing him backwards until his knees hit the bed frame, forcing him to sit down.
You wasted no time and straddled his hips, your naked body flashed aginst his still clothed one.
âFucking hellâ he mumbled on your mouth as you dived in to kiss him hungrily, tongue brushing his in a filthy dance.
His hands gripped your lower back so tightly you were sure there wouldâve been bruises in the shape of his handprints the following day.
And you couldnât wait to fucking see them.
 âSomething wrong, pretty boy ?â you taunted, coating his neck with kisses, swiping your tongue over the skin and making him groan in pleasure.
âI have you naked on my lap, Y/n, nothing could be more rightâ he said, looking at you directly in the eyes with a smile and his usual cocky attitude.
âWhy donât you take off some clothes too, mh ?â you muttered, breaths away from his lips "Preferably all of them"
âGet rid of them, thenâ he answered you with a challenging glint in his deep blue eyes, and a sardonic smile.
You smirked, fisting both sides of his shirt and pulling harshly.
Buttons flew everywhere as you ripped the shirt open, finally exposing his perfectly chiseled chest to your eyes. Your hands ran all over his torso, tracing every hard and soft surface with fleeting touches.
God, Quidditch practice really had its benefits.
âNow weâre evenâ you said, kissing his lips again, referring to the dress he had shredded to pieces not too long ago.
Then your fingers traveled down, reaching the hem of his pants and brushing his half hard cock playfully through the fabric.
He hissed in pleasure, but as soon as you tried to unbutton them he stopped you.
âThat can wait, baby. I need to taste you firstâ he purred in your ear before laying down completely, his back colliding with the soft mattress of your bed.
âImpatient, are we ?â you mocked him lightheartedly, but as soon as you felt his hands on lower back, massaging the soft skin, urging you to crawl on his body and come closer until your core was right in front of him, glistening with desire, the smile on your face was replaced by a moan.
âWhen it comes to you ? Alwaysâ he smiled, leaving a trail of steamy, open mouthed kisses on the tender skin of your inner thighs.
A pathetic sob left your throat.
He was going so achingly slow you were starting to lose your goddamn mind.
âSeems to me that youâre taking your sweet fucking time, insteadâ you snapped impetuously.
He was teasing you mercilessly, and you couldnât stand it.
âIâll take all the time I need if it means that I get to see you being a needy mess before my tongue even touches youâ he sneered against your skin, mouth getting closer and closer to where you needed it the most, but never close enough.
âTheo, pleaseâ you cried as your hands swiped through his brown locks, spread on the pillow like a halo, eliciting him to do something, anything to give you at least some sweet relief.
âSei cosĂŹ bella, cazzoâ he whispered as his eyes shined with an earnestness that you had never seen in them âe sei tutta per meâ. (You're so beautiful, fuck)(and you're all mine)
And then finally, finally he stuck his tongue out dragging it over your folds to get a long awaited taste.
The groan that came out of his mouth sent delicious vibrations to your clit, making your whole body squirm.
âOh fuckâ you moaned as he started to devour you messily.
He ate you out like he had been starving for weeks and you were his first meal, like he was born for it and his place was right there, between your legs. He licked and kissed and sucked all over your sensitive core, pleasuring you like no one else ever could, making you feel everything.
You writhed above him.Â
Loud, shaky whines left your lips as he made out with your cunt shamelessly and sloppy, coating his face with your essence and feasting hungrily.
When his lips wrapped around your clit you whailed.
The whole castle probably heared you even through the music of the party that was taking place downstairs, but you couldnât care less.
Because Theo was beneath you, eating you out so perfectly and filthily that all you could think about was his mouth on you.
âSo sweet. You taste so sweet, Y/nâ he said right against your throbbing core, making you shiver. Your hands on his hair tightened their grip, using it as leverage to move your hips back and forth faster, desperately.
âTheo- shit, baby-â you couldnât even talk.
You were close. You were so close that you felt the familiar tension building up, ready to explode.
And apparently he did too, because his mouth started to work faster, licking and lapping at an unforgiving pace.
âGo ahead, baby. Make a mess on my faceâ he wrapped his lips around your clit one more time and he sucked, sending you over the edge.
The coil in your tummy snapped, your vision turning white as waves of pleasure washed all over you, making your ears ring and your eyes roll back in ecstasy.
The moans coming out of your mouth were dirty, raw.
The movement of your hips slowed down as Theo kept dragging his tongue over your folds slowly, carefully, licking you clean and paying attention not to overstimulate you, but not letting even one single drop of your sweet essence go to waste.
Once you got down from your high and your brain started to regain its ability to form coherent words you shifted your gaze downwards, finding Theo looking at you while his hands caressed your legs tenderly.
âThere you are. I thought I broke you for a secondâ he smiled, teasing lightheartedly.
You huffed a sneer as you crawled backwards with shaky legs, going back to straddle his hips rather than his face.
âDon't get too confident, Nott. It's not a good lookâ you bit back with a smile that matched his.
A chuckle left his lips as he lifted his torso to sit up, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
He kissed you softly, delicately, making your stomach flip.
âEverything ok ?â he asked on your lips while he tucked a rogue strand of hair behind your ear, stroking your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb.
And there it was, the thing that made you so confused about Theodore Nott.
It was in moments like these when you forgot that the guy in front of you, who gave you the best head of your life and was an actual fucking excellent lover was the same guy you used to have daily insulting sessions with.
Muggles had a saying, you heard.
âThere's a thin line between hate and loveâ
And you were sure that that line had been all kinds of blurry since Theo had put his lips on you for the first time.
Or, maybe, even before. You didn't want to think about it.Â
The possibilities of that revelation being true made your stomach knot up.
So you put them to the side, and focused back on him.
âYesâ you answered, your fingers buried in the hair at the base of his neck, massaging reassuringly âIâm ok. More than ok, evenâÂ
âHow about your legs ?â he asked, placing soft kisses on your shoulder.
âIs this some new way to ask me if I still have some remaining strength to ride you ?â you teased, narrowing your eyes mischievously.
âWould you believe me if I said it isn't ?â he questioned playfully, lifting an eyebrow and tightening his embrace on you.
âNot really, noâ you said unconvinced, your face opened up in a smile.
âGuessed soâ he shook his head in amusement, his eyes glinting in the dim light of your room.
âUnfortunately for you my legs are sore, so no ridingâ you admitted, your smile turning smug âbut that doesn't mean that you can't fuck me in any other position know to manâ
His hands on your hips tightened their grip.
âIs that so ?â he taunted, his eyes turning hungry again, the fire in them reaching the deepest parts of your soul âthen tell me bambolina, how would you like me to take you apart tonight ?âÂ
âHowever you wantâ you smirked, leaning in to kiss him again, swiping your tongue on his lower lip before biting the plump skin provocatively âgo ahead pretty boy, make me cry on your cockâ
His eyes got impossibly darker, hungrier. Ravenous.
âThen get on all fours for me, princessâ he rumbled lowly, looking at you like he wanted to devour you whole.
You wasted no time as you kept your mouth glued to his, getting off his lap and flipping your positions. You crawled backwards a little, Theo following you as he chased your lips until you were completely laying down with him above you.
His hands caressed your hips, moving down to trace the skin of your thigh, making goosebumps appear all over your body.
Your fingers traveled everywhere, feeling the heated skin against your pads. They caressed his chest, his shoulders, his back, until they reached the hem of his pants, unbuttoning them with a swift move.
âImpatient, are we ?â he teased you, using your own words against you.
His lips latched to your neck, one hand on the mattress holding his weight and the other sliding his trousers down together with his underwear.
âLess talking and more undressing, Nottâ you urged as your hands went to his hair, massaging his scalp, making him groan.
He pulled away from you just enough to take away his pants completely, leaving him naked.
Your eyes took in his perfectly sculpted lean body, and you clenched your legs unconsciously at the sight of his hard cock.
He didn't say anything to you eyeing him up like you wanted to swallow him whole, he just smirked. But the look in his eyes told you that he knew every naughty little thought you were having in that moment.
Your cheeks heated up, and you turned around facing the mattress propped up on your elbows, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you that flustered.
You had seen him naked countless times, and yet his body still had that maddening effect on you.
The bed dipped with every move he made, getting closer to you again, until you felt his breath on your ear, chuckling.
âGoing shy on me now, tesoro ?â he asked playfully, leaving a kiss on that sensitive spot that made you squirm. (darling)
âShut upâ you said weakly, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth leaving a path of steamy kisses along your back, causing your whole body to shiver in pleasure.
He stopped right over the little dimples on your lower back, kissing them tenderly.
âReady ?â he asked to make sure.
You didn't answer him, you just lifted your ass up, bending your knees and arching your back in the most sinful way you could master.
âReadyâ you confirmed with a smug smile, hearing him groan in pleasure.
You turned your head a little, enough to see him stroking his cock at the sight of your exposed cunt, right at his mercy.
âYou and your perfect body will be the death of meâ you hear him whisper before feeling his hands on your ass.
His tip teasing your entrance made you moan pathetically.
He went slow, so achingly slow that you wanted to cry, feeling him burying himself deeper and deeper inside of you, inch by inch. Until he bottomed out completely, head to base, filling you up so good that you wanted to scream.
âFuck-â you moaned âfuck, fuck, fuckâ broken sobs left your lips as you felt him throbbing inside of you.
âShit- baby, you're tightâ he said through gritted teeth, feeling your warmth around him and trying so hard not to cum on the spot, hearing all the filthy sounds you were making.
âMoveâ you practically begged âTheo, please. Just moveâÂ
As soon as the words left your mouth his hips started to thrust, setting a slow and steady pace, making you adjust to his size without hurting you.
The head of his cock brushed your cervix with every prod, sending bolts of electricity to every nerve of your body.
But it wasn't enough.
You wanted more. You needed more.
âHarderâ you blurted, half begging and half demanding âI'm not gonna break, Theo. Fuck me. HarderâÂ
Not a word left his mouth, but suddenly you saw stars. His hips snapped ruthlessly inside of you, knocking the air out of your lungs, making you scream his name.
You buried your face in the pillows, trying to muffle the sound of your wails. But then you felt Theoâs chest colliding with your back and his arms around your torso, pulling your upper body up with him while he still fucked into you mercilessly.
âVoglio sentirtiâ he whispered in your ear, breath rugged and broken by the intensity of his hips plunging inside of you âvoglio che l'intero cazzo di castello sappia chi Ăš che ti scopa cosĂŹ beneâ (I want to hear you)(I want the whole castle to know who's fucking you this good)
You didn't understand a single word coming out of his mouth, but you knew it had nothing to do with the language he was using and everything to do with his cock splitting you in half.
Your body was on fire, every muscle and nerve consumed by pleasure, corroded by lust.
You were close again.
Your arm reached behind you, pulling Theoâs head closer.
The position was awkward, making the kiss even more filthy, a mess of tongues and teeth.
âGod- Theo, I'm closeâ you moaned against his mouth.
One hand holding your body flashed against his, the other going to tease your clit with slender fingers.
You were right there, his fingers drawing circles on that little bundle of nerves faster and faster.
âCum for me, bambolinaâ was what he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your skin as your orgasm hit you.
The world stopped, every single thing ceased to exist except for the exploding pleasure in your veins and the feeling of Theoâs heated and sweaty skin on yours.
The clench of your cunt squeezing his cock sent him over the edge too, painting your walls white while a strangled moan escaped his lips.
Getting down from your high you collapsed on the bed.
With your breath labored and short, your body numb and your head in the clouds you placed your head on Theo's chest as his arm wrapped around you.
Was it weird to cuddle with the guy who used to get on your nerves more than anything else ? Most definitely.
Was it also weird to fuck said guy and wanting to sometime still punch his ridiculously handsome face at the same time ? Absolutely.
Did you care ? Not one bit.
âYou owe me a shirtâ he blurted out after his breath turned back to normal again, stroking your hair absent-mindedly.
âYou owe me a dressâ you retorted back, feeling his heartbeat slowing down right under your ear.
âShopping at Hogsmeade next weekend ?â he asked nonchalantly, like he hadn't just dropped a bomb on you.
Your eyes widened beyond measure.
âPardon ?â your voice went several tones higher than usual, in complete disbelief from the words that had just reached your ears.
âCalm down, bambolina. No need to get all flusteredâ he chuckled, but rather than mocking it seemed endeared âyou'll buy me a new shirt and I'll buy you a new dress. Deal ?âÂ
You had no idea what to answer.
But in the end you accepted.
âDealâÂ
It wouldn't be weird...right ?
He lives in my mind rent free, I can't help it.
Hope you enjoyed đ
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teaching Tom Riddle how to love.
cw: fluff with smut
He has you pinned on his bedsheets, youâve sneaked away to his chambers just to do this, itâs not like youâve been dating, but youâve been hanging around â and fucking â each other for a while now, and for Tom, thatâs a really big deal.
Heâs been fucking you the way he wishes the past times, hard, rough, with your head flush against the pillow, ramming into you without any sorts of feelings, without attaching himself, itâs nice, pleasurable, but heâs been doing it for himself.
Heâs inside you already, cock stretching you out as he stays still, his head leans down to meet your neck, breathing your scent before he kisses your jaw, his lips moving to your ear.
âTell me how you like it.â His voice is low and it grumbles in your ear, when you canât answer right away, he gives you a slight thrust.
Your hands goes to his on your hips, slightly pushing him back before taking his hands and placing them over your breasts, his breath itches, he slightly massages the flesh, toying with your nipples as he lets you guide him.
ïżœïżœïżœSlowlyâŠâ you mutter, he carefully starts moving his hips in a pace he hasnât used before, it all feels foreign, somehow more intimate but it still gets you to mewl so he doesnât complain. âLike that.â
Tom nods, he keeps rolling his hips into you, slow and soft so you can feel exactly every way his cock stretches you out, letting out slow whimpers as he does it.
âDoes it feel good?â He asks, another soft whisper in your ear as he makes his thrusts a little more sharp, taking your air out of your lungs and forcing a moan out of you.
âYes, just⊠hold me close.â You ask, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him flush to your body, slightly burying your head on your shoulder.
Tom hasnât felt like this before, like heâs being needed, he also didnât think that slow, passionate sex would feel so nice when he obviously prefers to do it the hard way.
But you like it.
So he keeps doing it the way you asked him to, leaning into the pleasure your cunt provides as the time passes, and when youâre done and both lazy and mushy next to each other, your head flush to his chest, he lets himself provide that care to you, hesitantly dragging a hand to your hair and brushing it away to see your face, thumb lightly caressing your exposed cheek.
âItâs not so unpleasant after allâ he thinks.
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!Motorcycle rider bfÂĄ Theo Nott
(Nsfw! Your boyfriend Theo has a motorcycle now.. and a hot fucking helmet.) (helmet kink? lol idk) smut smut smut
Your boyfriend Theo didnât have many outlets to get away from his thoughts, before it was smoking which heâs attempting to slow down on for you, occasional journaling not that heâd ever let you see that, and now his newest and most favorite hobby riding his motorcycle.
To be completely honest at first the idea terrified you, an angry Theo driving around on a motorcycle going any speed he pleased âStarĂČ bene amore mio, tu sei il mio portafortunaâ(ill be fine my love youre my good luck charm). Youâd also be lying to yourself if you didnât say he looked damn fucking good in his helmet. So good in fact that you needed him to fuck you in it.
Itâs like his whole demeanor changes when he puts it on, you canât see his face yet you know his beautiful sleepy eyes are looking directly at you underneath, yet all you see is his fit body and it just did something to you. It didnât matter what he was wearing as long as that helmet was on his head you were drenched.
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The first time you rode on the back of his motorcycle was amazing. He bought you your own helmet âI had to get it for you baby it screamed you, and it gave an excuse to finally make you ride with me. Not that you havenât done that beforeâ He winked while putting it over your head. You were glad it was on so he couldnât make fun of your profuse blushing but who cares itâs because of your hot boyfriend.
He put his helmet on and you nearly fell to your knees he looked so fucking hot. Without saying anything he lifted you up and onto the back of the bike and got on in front of you. âCan you hear me principessa?â You jumped hearing his deep voice in your ear âYeah? how can I hear you Teddy?â You were so confused âI got mics duh, had to be able to hear my baby. Now hold onto my waist weâre gonna get going donât let go.â His voice was demanding and you did as he said.
Wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, he grabbed your left hand and kissed it before putting it back down and kicking off, You didnât expect it but the bumpiness of the road was doing something to you. You tried forgetting about it, it wasnât happening, you werenât getting turned on, but you were.
Your hands mindlessly wandered down onto your boyfriendâs crotch, rubbing slightly yet acting oblivious. âWhat do you think youâre doing there, hm?â. You almost forgot your boyfriend could hear you, âNothingg, just resting my hands duhâ You added some pressure and heard a small groan turning you on even more than before.
âDonât start something you canât finish dollâ One of his hands came down and stopped your hands forcefully, a small moan escaping your mouth unwillingly. âMy cute slutâ He chuckled pulling your hands back up and going back to both hands steering.
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It has been long enough and you needed him to fuck you in the helmet. At this point all you had to do was tell him, of course heâd do it he does anything for you but the act of having to ask is so embarrassing, but its what has to be done for your own sake.
Reluctantly walking over to your boyfriend you quickly somewhat quietly expressed your feelings âIreallyreallyneedyoutofuckmeinyourhelmetorilldieâ. He looked at you with a confused look âSay that again but in actual words this timeâ He placed both hands onto your shoulders looking deep into your eyes, yet another weakness of yours. âI want you to fuck me in your helmetâ You mumbled just enough for him to understand, trying to look away .
He chuckled before pulling your face to look him in the eyes again âil tuo desiderio Ăš il mio comando, principessaâ (your wish is my command princess). He got up and turned you around, âKeep those pretty little eyes of yours closed for a secondâ. You heard him walking away and did as he said before feeling a tap on your shoulder, âTurn around doll.â. Doing as he said you were greeted by a helmeted Theo, âHoly fuck youâre so hotâ
âYou know what you asked for, donât waste time get on the bed for me slutâ. You just nodded quickly before running for the bed and undressing. âGood girl, know just what to do for me. Get my pants down for meâ. Pulling them down as much as you could you grabbed his growing dick and putting it into your mouth looking up at him from the bed, this entire view and situation made your pussy fucking drip.
You could hear his low groans coming from underneath the helmet and it was making you want more, âPlease fuck me Teddy, please I fucking need itâ You were looking up to your own reflection and seeing yourself covered in saliva because of this and made you feel something you never felt, you just wanted more. âLay back then, I want you to fucking watch me.â He removed his shirt and holy shit he everything became even better. You definitely werenât protesting this.
His rock hard abs, his throbbing big fucking dick and his helmeted head. He was like a god. Lining himself up to you he rammed deep inside making you give out a loud moan, his pace was immediately picking up hitting all the right places. His right hand came up to your pussy and he easily found your swollen clit begging for attention, he began swift circles over your clit with his thumb moving it side to side occasionally, It was already making you go over the edge. Everything about this moment was everything you needed.
Your pussy began clenching around his dick, your orgasm nearing and moans increasing, he kept his pace and underneath the helmet he was a mess, moaning and cursing because of how good your pussy felt. âĂš una bella merda, tesoroâ (thats that good shit baby) He moaned deeply. Even though your legs were shaking and you couldnât control your moans he kept going. Pace now increasing and still not leaving your clit alone. You were being so overstimulated but it never felt so fucking good.
He pulled out but before you could even say anything you were roughly flipped over onto your stomach and pulled back, legs reaching the floor lifting your ass up and slamming right back into your pussy. Screaming moan leaving your mouth âFUCK THEO MMâ. Your screams only encouraging his behavior making him go even harder, hitting far and deep you were a mess and he was going feral.
He reached his hand forward grabbing onto your jaw shoving two of his fingers into your mouth yanking you back forcing you to arch, he leaned forward his helmet barley in view but enough for you to get turned on some more, his dick was driving you insane. âYouâre so wet mmâ he moaned âFuck im gonna cum again Theo!!â You announced as you collapsed back down to the bed, nothing changing but him holding your hips up to continue fucking.
Your eyes were rolling back and you were feeling nothing but numb pleasure going dumb. âCum for me good girl, mm fuckâ âI love your pussy..â He stroked deeply â..and i love how much of a needy whore you are for meâ He stroked harder and quicker â..and mm I fucking love.. filling you upâ He moaned his last words feeling his cum shoot deep into your pussy unexpectedly making you moan. âFuck theooâ.
He gently pulled out and spread your pussy lips watching intently as his thick white cum dripped out. Finally walking over to the side table and getting tissues to clean you off. âNow to take this off and get you properly cleaned upâ He removed the helmet and he was sweating underneath which was also attractive to you. âFuck it was hot in there but fuck that was hotâ He laughed and you laughed along âThat was definitely fucking hot. We need to do it again sometimeeâ You laughed again.
He lifted you off the bed and brought you into the bathroom sitting you down onto the toilet and starting up a warm bath âAny of your cute soaps today love?â He asked while looking through your box of bath bombs âHmm, surprise meâ You smiled at him and he went to looking. âThis oneâs perfectâ He plopped in the only all black one that is definitely going to stain the tub.
He helped you into the bath and got into the shower next to you, being able to see him was funny but itâs just from the stomach up so itâs not much of a show. You sat there relaxing watching the water drip down his muscled back and felt content after that entire thing. This was most definitely needed.
Hopefully you enjoyed that<33 I know iâve been gone for a bit but writes block LOL anywho im not sure how this is so lmk!!!
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SLYTHERINSLUT0âS KINKTOBER
october 8th. tom â somno / free use kink.
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. | 2024.
summary: tom riddle is a god at many things. youâve never felt more alive than when youâve reduced him to something lesser.
warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNI, free use, sleeping kink, a lot of reverence for more biblical tom riddle that i genuinely need to choke me unconscious, PIV, fingering, multiorgasm, overstim, slight bondage, dubcon but not really i mean this fic speaks for itself. tom is kinda soft here???? what happened to me??
Tom Riddle, you'd determined, was obsessive before he was anything else. You saw it long before you knew himâintimately, at leastâhis compulsions, the meticulous way in which he carved out his time, handpicking what fit his ambitions best before pouring himself into them until he was empty.
Tom never moved with half-measures, a man that brilliant does nothing halfhearted.
You didn't expect to become his fixationâdidn't know what it meant to be seen by someone who never stopped searchingânever stopped dissectingâuntil the moment when his eyes lingered just a second too long and his hands followed suitâthe moment he taught you the meaning in the only way he knew how.
Benevolently.
Tom Riddles need is tempered but there's always something burning underneath, something that flickers to life when his breath catches against your neckâwhen his fingers trace delicate lines along your skinâsomething that feels a lot like a thank you. The magical world gave him powerâdominionâbut in you, he found control. The kind you give freely, without even knowing it, the kind that he takes with the same reverence in his hands he applies to everything he touches.
Thereâs always been a mutal give and take between youâone formed without words and you solemnize this unspoken vow because he leaves you no other choice.
And it's not by force, not by demand, but by the sheer intensity of his regard, that sacred hunger in the way he looks at you, like you were made for this. For him. To be unmade, piece by piece, worshipped in the ruins of what you once were and stitched back together by his grace alone. When he kneels at your feet after a day that's worn him thin, his eyes sharp with exhaustionâ when he spreads you open as though you're a book of scripture, when his hands steady you and his mouth finds its way between your thighsâthere's nothing left for you to do but hold onto him. Your fingers in his hair, letting him takeâletting him consume you in ways only he can.
He is both salvation and sin. Saviour and ruin. You're not sure how it's possible but he ensures you believe it.
And it started with secret momentsâstolen glances, brushes of fingers, impromptu study sessions. But it grew into something more, and then something more still, until one day he's slipping into your flat as though it's his own, finding you before you even realize he's there.
You'll be cooking dinner and without a word, he'll flick off the stove with a twitch of his fingersâa breath of magicâhis appetite insatiable but not for any caloric substance. You pretend, for his sake, to be surprised by his power, the way he moves without moving, but he knows better nowâknows that nothing he does surprises you anymore, not after the way he loosens the strings of your corset with just a blink, how his teeth scrape your ear in a smile as he works a spell between your thighs. Not after he waits until you're thoroughly ruined by his magicâmalleable just the way he likes you before he's merciful, allowing you the honour of his touchâallowing himself the honour of breaking you further.
There's no shock left in it because you've already accepted that whatever you think he's capable ofâthere's more.
There will always be more with Tomâa knowledge that is a sweet, endless ache. He is reasoning made lucid. You could never define all that he is capable of.
And foolishly you thought after all these years you'd have come to understand him, but Tom Riddle is not easily decipheredâhe's a mystery even to himself, a disposition of contradictions. He doesn't need to be understood; he only needs to feel as if he is, to which you do your best. But when you're finally asleep after a long day and feel the bed dipping behind you in the quiet hoursâa large, rough hand grazing timidly up your thigh, comprehension of Tom Riddle becomes even more of a distant accomplishment.
There is no logic in him when it comes to you, just instinct. No explanations, just need.
Tom has always had his compulsions, but you are his favourite fixation, and so you give. There's hunger, and there's devotion. There's desire, and then there's worship. You let him choose which ones he wants from you.
On this night you stir, half-conscious yet not quite aware of what's happening as his fingers move slowly, finding the heat between your legs and spreading you gently. There's never any urgency in his movements, though the fervour is palpableâa kind of feverish desperation thrumming beneath the surface, a pulse you can feel in his flesh, in the way his breath catches as if this is the only way he knows how to breathe.
Perhaps the only certainty about Tom is that you know he wouldn't be here if it weren't a necessity.
And he does this often, though sometimes it's moreâthe plush of his lips, the slick slide of his tongueâbut this time, he chooses to wake you to the steady push of his fingers inside you, two of them stretching you, deliberate in their rhythm, curling deep, coaxing you open. It's his mercy, his crafted version of tendernessâyou know he could easily just cast a lubing charm and press right inâbut he doesnât. He paces, he savours.
Itâs a patience he continually allows himself which you know he doesn't have to give.
And some nights, when you wake to his touchâhe whispers for you to sleep, to let him have you quietly, other times he'll make it clear that's the last thing he wants.
Tonightâ
You shift against him, instinct guiding your body, but he hushes you, gentle, softâa tut of warning, a shushing breath against your ear. You don't know how long he's been inside you, how long his need has burned quietly beside you, but by the time you realize, it's the wet sounds, obscene, that draw you from the haze of sleep, drowning out the sharpness of his breath. You're half-gone, face pressed into the pillow, droolingâ and your lips part on a moan that never fully forms.
When your hand reaches instinctively for his wrist, his growl curls low in your earâ
"Sleep," if the command was a weapon it'd be a featherâhe casts a binding spell on your wrists, drawing them above your head. "I've got you."
You swallow another moan, throat dry, choking on air as you fight to rip free from whatever remnants of slumber you're clinging to. His fingers are slow, pumping in and out of you, dragging you deeper into his needâand you're shaking in a way that is as involuntary as it is habitual. You know from experience just how much he loves thisâ the way he reduces you to fragments, the way he breaks you apart until there's nothing left but the shattered pieces of your pleasureâthe mess he can make of you in minutes, even absentmindedly.
He slips an arm under your head, pulling you closer, impossibly close. The room is dark, and though you can't see him, you imagine his faceâthe hunger in his eyes as his skin sticks to yours, the hard evidence of his need against your ass.
"T-Tomâ" your voice stumbles, a choked whisper of his name. His hand curls over your mouth, silencing you.
"Quiet," he mutters. "It's just a dream."
His breath ghosts over your neck, and your back arches in response. Wherever he was earlier, he came back starving, and this is part of itâsometimes he wants you silent, sometimes he wants you loud. Tonight, he wants you like this.
"Stay still," he murmurs again, and you shudder, your climax pulled from the edges of sleep by the slow drag of his fingers inside you. "Just a dream..."
A dream, he saysâsomewhere inside you, buried under a fog of grog you know it isn't, and he knows you know, he's not trying to trick you but it's all part of the gameâcoaxingâthe way he devours you a little more each time, not just physically but mentally too.
With your lips muffled by his hand and his fingers buried deep, you do what you always doâyou let him.
"T-Tomâ" you whimper through the cracks in his digits. Your body is soft, boneless, melting into his touch, aching for more. "Pleaseâ"
As much as he wants you quiet he wants his name broken in your mouth all the same. He rewards you with a bitten-off moan, a crack in his control, a slight hitch in his breathâyou clench around his fingers and his palm tightens over your mouth just a little too hard before he realizes and eases up.
You did say Tom's need was temperedâbut sometimes, there are exceptions.
"I said quiet." His hips rut against your ass, fingers slow dragging at your walls, scissoring in your slick. "Let me give you this."
You push back into him, desperate, needy. "Butâ"
"Take it." His fingers on your mouth slide past your lips and over your tongue, reaching toward the back of your throat. Tears spring to your eyes as you gag, the sound smothered by the moan you make as a spell, swirling and tightening, pulses against your clit. "With the way I'm going to fuck you, you need this...you'll thank me later for it..."
Tom doesn't waste words. His tone may be soft but it's also sharp, which tells you everything you need to knowâthat he's had a wretched day and you're the only thing that can make it better. That he's going to fuck out his frustrations on you.
You moan around his fingers at the thought.
"You'll want to be nice and stretched for me, won't you?" A statement, not a question. "You don't want it to hurt. You know I don't want to hurt you."
Though he'll deny it, he's not as emotionless or as lacking in empathy as he'd like to believe. It's one of the many things you've come to know about himâor should you say, one of the many things you've struggled to understand about himâbut the way he says it, like he's reminding himself not to be cruelâit's all very Tom Riddle.
"I don't want to hurt you.." he repeats in a murmur, as if he's trying to convince himself. You can't speak, though you're not sure you could find the words even if you could; the only indication you give him that you understandâthat you hear himâis the quiet whimper that slips past his fingers. "Just need you."
The spell on your clit is as overwhelming as the drag of his fingers against your walls and it's only moments until you're cumming hard around him and he's groaning hard in returnâyou know his eyes are closed and you know he's inhaling every single sound you make as though he could house them in his lungs. The darkness clings to you like a second skin but Tom clings to you worseânot relenting even as you're twitching and whimpering with aftershocks.
"There we go." You're squirming and Tom fucking loves it. "Good girl."
Overstimulation is charging inâyou have no where to run from it. You bite down on his digits in your mouth and he punishes you by intensifying the spell on your clit. "T-TomâTomâ"
All he offers is a shush. His fingers curl deep.
"I need...I need you...need this.." he's mumbling, mantra-like, almost like a prayer and perhaps that's the closest he's come to one. You can count on one hand the amount of times you've heard him say it but you know there's no one else he'd be saying it toâno one else he'd want to. "You know, I thought of this all day...having you, like this..."
You sob around his fingers in your mouth as he rips another climax from youâyou think you're seeing stars and you know if you are, they were hung there by him.
"Couldn't focus.." his teeth find your jaw, just under your ear, biting just a little harder than he usually does. "No matter what I did, I just kept thinking of this...of you...of you like this for me.."
Tom Riddle is a greedy manâin all waysâbut he's not only greedy in the way he takes from you, he's greedy in the way he gives to you too, and though he would never admit itâhe'd rather die firstâthis moment feels as close to worship as he'll ever come.
As you said, there's reverence in everything he fucking touchesâyou know you're lucky you get to experience it.
"You have this effect." He swallows hard, you feel it against your shoulder. "You have this effect on me...IâI can't stop wanting you-â
âand he's just a man, after all. No matter how well versed in dark spells and manipulation, no matter how cold and calculating he's able to be, beneath it all he's so very mortal. He tells you he was never made for love but when he buries his face in your neck and talks this talk it sure feels like maybe he was.
And all it does is make you want him that much moreâknowing that you do this to himâyou make him weak. You make him want and need and yearn.
"I don't even know what you've done to me," his voice is destroyedâhis thoughts cut off by the evidence of your desperation for him, the lewd sounds coming from your pussy as you suck on the fingers in your mouth. "Fuck, you're so wet."
You groan, helpless and needy as a whore. Tom digs his teeth into your shoulder. It's all too much. There are many ways to come apart and this is Tom's only true undoingâin the aftermath of the destruction he causes, and you areâhis collateral.
"Fuckâoh, fuckâ" you're garbling, the words don't sound like words. "T-Tomâ"
You're not sure how long you've been awake or how many times you've cumâhow much oxygen you've inhaled since this all started but the one certainty is that you know Tom has very little patience leftâif any.
"Fuck." He shifts, grinding against you. "Can you take me? Can you take me right now?"
All you can do is nodâyour eagerness evident in the pace of itâdrool dribbling down your chin and instantly the spell fades from your clit, his fingers pull out of your cunt and he's lifting your thigh up toward your head, fingers still hooked in your mouth. There's a moment of movementâtrousers and boxers pulled down and then he's thereâthick and heavy and warm between your thighs. You tense.
You'll never get used to the size of him. His ego made flesh. Though perhaps the greatest pleasure is in knowing he'll never get used to you, either.
"Gonnaâgonna fuck you." He mutters against your neck as he glides along your slitâyou're soaked, slick coating your thighs and the sheets and him but it never matters much because it always stings when he takes you. Especially like this. "It won't be soft."
You moan and he finally pulls his fingers free from your mouth, dragging them down to your throat, nails against your skin that feel more like claws because for all the human Tom Riddle is he's just as much animal.
He's never known softâonly with youâbut you wouldn't have him if not for all his jagged lines and sharp edges. You let him take.
"Please, Tom-" words fail you, they always do when he's like this. "Please, godsâfuck me-"
Tom growls and it vibrates up your spine. You rarely curse when you can help itâso when you do, when you can't do anything to stop the pathetic vulgaritiesâhe likes it too goddamn much and you know he's going to give you what you want because you give him what he needs.
A mutual give and take, as all the best things are.
"No god could compare to me." He doesn't say it with arrogance, just with certainty, like a letter he's written a thousand times. Then, he's flipping you onto your stomach, wrists still bound above your head as he lines up and presses inside youâall at once, deep and full and breathtaking. "Oh, yesâ"
You cry out but it's muffled by the pillow, your cunt trying hard to adjust to the stretchâTom is never cruel, but he is brutal, and perhaps the two get confused. There is a difference, though you know he would prefer to remain ambivalent on his own harshness, itâs the only way he's managed to survive this longâbut here, with you, he thinks he can allow for a bit of mercy.
And he gives it, in his own way, only because you gave it first. It's as close as he'll come to offering himself without asking anything in return. To you, it's still a pretty close second.
"I'm going to make you feel this," he murmurs, lips against your shoulder, teeth against skin and if you had any tears left, this would be when they fell. "You'll think of this all day tomorrow. You'll think of me all day tomorrow."
He pauses inside youâhe's taking it slow and the implications of that fact are far out of reach right now.
"I'll think of you anyway, Tom," you grit through your teeth, voice cracking on his name as he pulls outâonly halfwayâensuring you feel that emptiness before he presses back in. "I'mâohhâa-always thinking of you."
He makes a sound, a broken sort of sound, the same one you've heard him make only a handful of timesâa raw, vulnerable, almost pathetic sound and all it does is make you want him that much more. He's still moving too slow, too methodically, drawing pleasure out from deep under your skin.
You clench around him because you know he doesn't want you toâhe warns you against it with a cervix-piercing thrust.
"You're always thinking of me." His hand snakes around your throat, his lips to your earâ"and are you proud of that?"
You know that's a loaded question, the answer to which he doesn't truly care to know. But it's one you'll answer truthfully, regardlessâbecause you know it'll affect him either way.
You nod, just onceâand the grip on your neck tightens, cutting off an almost sob. His hips piston faster now, as though you've chipped off another piece of his control.
"Proud enough, then," he growls, his pace unforgiving, and that's enough to tear another broken sound from youâfrom the both of you. His fingers twist painfully around your throat, digging into your skin like a man possessed, and you know that means he's done holding back. His mouth is next to your ear, you can feel his smirk. "M'sorryâI'mâsorryâ"
He says he's sorry but you know he's not. Not with the way he's groaning into your ear, not with the way he's driving his cock fast and deep. He is a manmade monster and a self-made god trapped inside a mortal man who needs so much to feel human. He knows to be nothing but intense. It's a wonder how the three can exist in him all at once.
"T-tom-" your voice fractures around his name, the only word you know now. "F-fuckâs'deepâohh-"
His teeth sink into your neck as he cranks your head back with a pull of your hair, bared teeth on preyish flesh and you hardly have time to worry how deep he might devour because you feel his magic on your clit and you see those stars againâdistant yet creeping closer, drawn down to your orbit by his power alone.
"M'sorryâ" he mutters again, as though he was saying it to your cervix. "Fuckâ"
You scream out again as the spell on your clit swirls fasterâthe sensation unfathomable each and every timeâhe's fucking you so hard you're burning underneath him and though the pleasure is as white hot as the flames that now cover every inch of you, you don't fear burning as much as you fear it's passing.
He's a fire in your veins, in your blood, and if he stops now you'll die of the cold.
"So good for me," he says, as soft as he can muster for being so lustdrunkâ "soâperfect. You're perfect."
Perfect. You whinge and squeeze your eyes shutâchoking on your breath. The words are more painful than his thrusts because time and time again youâve failed to decipher their meaningâyou know he doesn't believe in perfection, the concept too weak and foolish for his sakeâbut he's said it before, always in times like thisâyou are perfect.
You're perfect under his hands. You're perfect when you shatter apart for him, in the darkness, under the light of those stars he dragged down for you.Â
"OhhâfuckâTomâ" another climax wracks you, splitting you at the seams. "I'mâI'mâ"
It feels like an earthquake and you're the epicenter, all the power and destruction Tom thrusts into you radiating from within you outward. His hand moves from your throat to your jaw, tilting your face back so he can kiss you, messily, open-mouthed and with teeth. But it's still a kiss. Something he rarely does.
"Yeah, yeah. Goodâ" he grunts into your mouth. "Mmfffâfuckâtightââ
A second later, he's cumming, a broken string of profanity tumbling from his chest into your mouth, release spilling deep inside you, warm and thick and he holds you tighter for it as you whimper and throb around him. Tom has always had his reservations. Always had his long list of fixationsâand like you said, he pours himself empty into the ones he's chosen. It's in moments like these where you feel it more than everâas his hips slow and his cock stops twitching inside youâthe way that he's made you part of that list.
And when he's done moving through youâwhen he's done taking what he needsâhe pulls away, yet he's still there. Freeing your wrists and rubbing them gently, curling you against him as you both descend.
"Thank you." He murmurs, face in your hair.
You tell him he doesn't need to thank you but you know it makes no difference. After all, he's still a man. A man with something to prove, even under a sky full of stars he dragged down for you.
Tom is a god at many things. You've never felt more alive than when you've reduced him to something lesser.
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i wanna see the slytherin boys and a muggle reader who loves to crochet things for then and gift them crochet stuff âĄâ„ïžâĄ
SLYTHERIN GUY'S REACTION TO YOU CROCHETING THEM STUFF | â§âșă
Pairing : (Mattheo , Tom , Theodore, Lorenzo, Draco) x reader
Notes : lmao this one is actually kinda cute and very fluffy , tysm for the request and I hope you like it!! Each one is getting a different crochet stuff so yeah :)
Also if you can plz lmk which reaction y'all liked the most or which guy's part you like the most in whatever reaction you read on my blog so I can write in a similar way đ§žđ§ž
Warnings : none coz this is pure fluff ><
MATTHEO RIDDLE
Bro is constantly annoying you and trying to get your attention while you crochet . He'd be trying all sorts of stuff like making funny faces or litteraly picking you up , but you'd scold him if you loose the thread and he'd look like a kicked puppy :) After you're done you'd hand him a scarf , similar to your house colors so that if he wears it outside it'll blend with the uniform .
He would be all like "i can't wear that out darling" And when you'd ask why he'd say that he's too manly to wear something cutesy like that and that he has an image to maintain . The next day you'd catch him wearing it while he smoked with his friends đșđ»
TOM RIDDLE
Mr marvalo has no reaction whatsoever when you hand him the cute crocheted bunny . He'd just nod and put it in his pocket kissing your head . Doesn't utter a single word . He finds it ridiculous - ridiculously cute but he throws the thought as soon as it comes . He'd rather be called a Hufflepuff than admit that he finds something cute coz pfttt?!?
He's a smartass though so he'd make that bunny - a horcrux . It's the first thing you made by yourself and he loves it so dearly that he splits his soul for it , besides who are you kidding no one would suspect a crocheted bunny to be the dark lord's horcrux .
THEODORE NOTT
He has a greatt fashion sense (that's something for being an Italian man y'all ) and he absolutely . loves . when you crochet him stuff . You often make him sweaters and gloves and he proudly wears it , his style adding charm to your stuff .
He also boasts it to his friends . Believe it or not he'd kinda have a fashion show upon everyone's request . He'd have a blank face (his resting bitch face) while he walks a straight line towards the couch filled by his friends , showing off the knitted sweater pretending to be a model as you laugh with mattheo . Also makes you stand up at last for credits offcourse.
LORENZO BERKSHIRE
My guy is in absolute love with you and tries to engage in everything you do so when you gift him a crocheted bouquet , he firstly squeaks like a girl upon recieving it and then tries to make a bouquet for you aswell . Him trying to learn crochet is like a love letter to you .
But in the process of making it , he turns it into a competition đđ when he finshes making it and all your lovey dovey stuff is over he'd joke that his bouquet is better than yours ( it wasn't.) Also hattsoff to him because he bears all the teasing of his friends trying to make it for you . Pure gentlemen istg uggh
DRACO MALFOY
He doesn't like muggle things so he'd go blabbering about why you're doing it on your own when he can just sway a hand and it will be made by itself. ( So much for having a magic wand little boy đ) Would be grumbling and yapping for HOURS and would finally shut up when you shove his miniature crocheted version in his face .
He be sooo shocked , stuttering and fumbling with his words . Heart eyes for real . Would absolutely love it and he'd keep it with him all the time , he loves you and well his mini self aswell .
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Yk what I feel like everyone says Tom Riddle wouldnât eat u out. I am the only one that thinks that he loves it. Heâs a whole MUNCH
and the reason he loves it is because itâs all about power to him. heâll hold you down, strong hands firmly gripping your trembling hips as he fucks you with his tongue until youâre screaming and coming all over his face. heâll probably have you tied to the bed as well, ensuring thereâs no way for you to move or push him away as he takes his time with you for hours. and obviously after you reach your orgasm, still shaking from the intense release, he wonât stopâ heâll overstimulate you until tears stream down your face and you feel another orgasm nearing already.
âyouâre only making this harder for yourself so stay still. iâm not done yet.â
âtom, i canâtââ
âyou can. and you will.â
he sucks so harshly on your sensitive, swollen clitâ it got you whimpering and whining, desperately wanting to push him away out of instinct yet also wiggling your hips in a way that gets you closer to your orgasm before you cum all over his face once againâ but certainly not the last time that night.
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