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PART 3 OF WE WILL MEET AGAIN?!?
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He’s been testing my sanity like no other🥴
part three may or may not be coming tomorrow👀
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We will meet again. | pt 2
Short summary: Ever since you had met Tom, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was mysterious and intriguing in the best possible way – if only he hadn’t disappeared out of nowhere at the Christmas market. It’s two weeks later now and you intend to spend Christmas Eve by yourself. Or will you?
Warnings: 18+ only! stalker!Tom, dub con, rough sex, extreme choking, impact play, degradation, biting, bondage, slight blasphemy ig, unprotected p in v, no aftercare
A/N: All I want for Christmas is… uhhh…
wordcount: 2,9k
read part one before!
Nobody messes with Tom Riddle’s head.
Especially not a muggle girl.
He let his guard down that day, something that hadn’t happened in a long time. You intrigued him in the worst possible way– an odd feeling he wasn’t used to blooming in his chest. One that only got stronger every time he had looked into your beautiful eyes, one that he couldn’t seem to let go, one that distracted him any time he wanted to simply read a book or study.
It has been driving him close to insanity.
Two weeks have passed since your encounter at the Christmas market and he had since found out where you lived, when you arrived home after work and, most importantly, he had a well worked out plan where he would teach you a little lesson.
Christmas Eve.
Fourteen days ago you met Tom, and he has never left your mind since. He has even followed you in some of your dreams. The necklace – you don’t wear it. Too much of a reminder of how he just left you behind, essentially having your friends think you’ve gone crazy as you rambled on about this tall, handsome stranger who you swore was just sitting there next to you on the bench. Without paying it any further attention, you have put the jewellery away, somewhere where you were sure you wouldn’t have to encounter it again for the next few months.
You live in your own apartment, within a small living room currently decorated with a middle-sized Christmas tree. The smell of pine needles and gingerbread hangs thick in the air, altogether creating a pleasant holiday feeling which perfectly fits to your tradition of watching a seasonal movie on Christmas Eve.
The season of love and peace doesn’t feel much like it when you have to decorate and organize everything yourself. The past few days have been nothing but tiring, which is why during the movie your eyelids flutter close every few minutes and you have to fight sleep with all your strength. Your exhaustion finally gets the better of you and you decide to head to bed, slipping into your fluffy bunny slippers and turning off the TV. After, you make your way to your bedroom, only the flashing Christmas decorations you had put up leading your way, casting a faint light on the otherwise empty hallway.
You touch the cold metal of the door handle and push down, entering your bedroom. Instead of darkness the dim light of your motion-sensing lamp greets you. It has been bugging often lately, just like the camera surveilling the front door entrance. Not even technicians you had hired could fix the issue – strange, you thought, especially as you have never had problems before. It’s probably due to the chilly weather they told you.
As you take a breath, a strange, yet familiar scent hits your senses. It reminds you of that day at the Christmas market. As you try to figure out where it was from exactly, Tom crosses your mind. It was his perfume, unmistakably, one that was so unique it was easily recognizable. Then, on the other hand, how could-
“You left your front door unlocked.”
A familiar voice, which you instantly make out to be Tom���s, snaps you out of your thoughts. You shriek, turning to face the figure behind you. You weren’t mistaken.
Your blood is rushing through your ears as he’s just standing there, arms behind his back, staring at you. Even in this faint lighting you could swear his eyes have gotten darker than last time you saw him.
“What the-? How did you get in here?” You breathe heavily, furrowing your eyebrows at the sight of how calmly, eerily so, he was standing in the corner of your bedroom.
His lips twitch slightly, almost like he was about to reply, but instead he takes a measured step towards you. “Why aren’t you wearing my present?” he asks, voice low and controlled as his gaze sinks to the exposed skin of your cleavage, scanning it for the silver necklace he had left you in your handbag.
A scoff escapes your lips, and you shake your head. “Now tell me one good reason why I should. We have barely talked. You left without saying anything. I never asked you to come back either, especially not by breaking into my house.”
It wasn’t exactly true – of course you have been thinking about him. About how he caught your attention so easily in the first place, how different he was to other men. You even have dreamed of him. Yet, you weren’t a person to just simply forgive and forget.
“Leave, just like you did two weeks ago. You have no business being in here anyway.”
Tom’s expression doesn’t change as he stands still for another moment. Though, he then quickly advances toward you and before you can react properly, he grabs your arm and pushes you back against the cold wall of your bedroom, pinning you in place with his body.
“I am not going to leave any time soon.” He snarls as his hand wraps around your throat, just enough to feel your pulse under his touch. You have been messing with my head. And you know what happens to people that mess with my head?”
“Bad things. Horrible, in fact.”
You avoid his piercing gaze best as you can. “Well,” you huff, “that is not my fucking-“
Smack.
You hiss, head whacking to the side as his palm strikes your cheek forcefully, the burning sting radiating through your body. And damn – it shouldn’t make you feel the way it does.
“I am going to scream.” You croak best as you can, though you aren’t quite sure if you could under his firm grip.
“For help?“ he taunts, his lips curling up in a smug grin, “I would like to see you try.”
“I know what you have been dreaming of the past two weeks. Exactly this, isn’t it? My hand wrapped around your pretty throat, fucking you senseless. You can’t hide from me.”
“I have no clue what you-“
You hiss as a sharp pain in your head cuts off your lie, and the world around you shifts into something oddly familiar, a scenery you recognize from one of your dreams you had two nights ago.
It was you and him after your encounter at the Christmas market, but instead of disappearing, he had come home with you.
Not only that, though.
“God Tom, please!” You whine, lifting your hips from the mattress to meet his harsh thrusts, desperately chasing your high as he hits all the right spots that have your vision blur.
He looks so perfectly messy like this – sweat glistening on his skin, his beautiful brunette curls sticking to his forehead as he looks down at you with hazy, lust-filled eyes. The most raw and gorgeous groans come from his slightly parted lips, and you swear that sight alone would push you over the edge soon enough.
“Tell me what you need, and I will give it to you.” Tom encourages, sucking marks into the tender skin of your neck.
“Need you to choke me. Please.” You manage, and his hand tightly wraps around your throat in an instant, as though he was waiting for those exact words to spill over your lips.
“Anything for you.”
And just like that, the scenery shifts again. You whimper as the stinging pain in your head disappears, and you are met with the brunette staring right at you with a cruel smirk, his face inching closer to yours until he is merely a breath away.
“It would be oh so cruel of me to deny you-“ Tom rasps, his voice laced with sarcasm as his hand finds its way under your skirt, “what you have been craving for so badly, don’t you think?”
A nod. A nod is all you can manage in return. You don’t even have time to question whatever just happened, inhaling shakily as his hand travels up your bare thigh, thumb brushing over the damp spot on your panties. Tom furrows his eyebrows and groans, lowly, at the feeling of your arousal on his finger.
“This turns you on? You are more pathetic than I thought.”
The firm grip he has on your throat softens, and your lungs finally expand with oxygen as you suck in a deep breath. He takes out a weird looking stick from inside his coat and mutters something for you inaudible. Just a second later your clothes are neatly folded on the floor and you stand there – half-naked, merely your lace underwear left on your otherwise exposed figure. You gasp in surprise and instinctively try to cover yourself, however Tom is quicker, grabs your wrist and sits you down on the soft mattress of your bed. Then, he does the same thing again, to himself this time.
Your eyes widen, trying to comprehend whatever just happened right in front of your eyes. “How- who are you? Some kind of magician?”
The brunette huffs, pushing you down onto the velvety sheets of your bed. “I am much more than a mere magician.”
And this time, he would let you keep the memory.
Before you can reply anything, he hovers above you, trailing kisses down your neck. Not like those you are used to from past experiences, though. They are rough and full of hunger, teeth grazing your skin, biting down here and there, practically marking you up as his own. Just like those dreams you have had.
Tom trails lower, stopping right at the swell of your breasts. “Still wearing too much.” He mutters under his breath, but it’s too late when you realize his intention. The material of your bralette rips with a sharp tear as it gives way to the force he is applying, the fabric sliding off to each side.
You want to complain, tell him that was one of your favourites, but when his teeth sink into the flesh of your breast any sane thoughts vanish from your mind. “Tom! Are you crazy?!” You shriek, attempting to push his head off you.
“Some people would say insane.” He retorts almost too calmly, lifting his head to answer, though not wasting much time before he dips down again to wrap his lips around your stiffened bud, sucking and biting down on it.
You throw your head back as soft moans escape your parted lips, your fingers raking through his perfect curls, tugging on them just slightly. His hand wanders down your stomach, and with a quick motion your panties are thrown on the floor.
“That is by the way no proper way to undress a woman.” You scold, and his eyes meet yours for a moment.
“You must be utterly delusional to assume I cared about that.”
Shaking your head you reach to the waistband of his briefs to get rid of them, blindly taking his length in your hand while you study his facial expressions. Only when you stroke him up and down, rubbing your thumb over his with precum glistening tip, you notice his size. Fuck.
His hand takes yours, pinning both of them above your head. Tom stills then, his eyes skimming over your naked figure underneath him for a brief moment as though he wanted to imprint your form into his mind forever.
“Keep your hands up there.” He demands lowly, and that is when you feel him aligning himself with your entrance, pushing into you steadily. You gasp at the blissful stretch Tom is providing you, burying his cock in your warm, welcoming walls.
“Season of love and peace, hm?” He rasps, pulling out of you almost entirely. “Let me show you what that means to me.”
A whole lot apparently.
“Because all you have caused me is anger and frustration.”
“Oh fuck- that’s too deep!” You cry out as he thrusts back into you at his last words, with much greater force this time. “Yeah? And I know you love it. Look how greedy you are, sucking me right in. See what a pathetic slut you are for it.”
His demeanour has in the meanwhile changed into something darker, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he mercilessly pounds into your tight cunt. You don’t exactly know what you have done wrong – he left you behind after all, not the other way around. However, who were you to complain if it meant you would get this?
Your hands reach to hold onto him, digging your nails into his skin, mark him like he did with you. A short-lived idea, it turns out. Tom hisses something, a word you can’t quite understand, and your hands return to their position above your head. Securely fastened with invisible binds.
“Wh- oh god! Oh dear god fuck-“ you cry out as he repeatedly hits that one spot deep inside of you that has stars blur your vision, subsequently having his hand wrap around your throat to muffle your moans. Then, his burning gaze meets yours.
“God? Pray to me. I am the only one above you, pray to me.”
Tom’s grip on your throat tightens at that, almost cutting off your airflow entirely.
Dreams do come true, after all.
The sounds of skin slapping against each other fills the room, and the air grows thick with the smell of lust and desire. You get to feel all of him, every single vein, even the slight curve of his perfect length. It all feels too good, too much for you to take. With your hands tied and voice taken away, that though is the only thing you can do – taking it.
“How does it feel-“ he breathes heavily, his dark brown curls sticking to his forehead as he punctuates his question with particularly rough thrusts. “How does it feel to be completely at my mercy, hm? To have me decide whether you get to take another breath?”
You can’t manage a reply, too caught up in pleasure clouding your mind, too focused on the slight sting you get as he brushes your cervix with every thrust as your walls give way to him entirely.
Soon your eyes flutter close, your consciousness slowly fading away under the firm grip he has on your throat. His hand then releases you, instead delivering a harsh smack to your cheek.
He adds another one as you don’t respond immediately.
“Breathe.”
You cough, gasping for air as your vision slowly comes back to you and are met with the brunette glancing down at you. “Doing so well for me.” He groans lowly, his thrusts growing more erratic as you clench around him, feeling your own high building rapidly.
“Please- please I need you to-“ you whine, bucking your hips against his thrusts for more friction. He reaches between you two, thumb finding your clit, rubbing figure eights on it. “S’ that what you need?”
You nod frantically. “Yes, oh Tom-“ your wrists pull at the bindings, but it’s no use. “Come. Come and show me how much of a slut you are for me.”
That’s the only thing you need to hear before the waves of your climax wash over you, repeating his name like a prayer as your cunt greedily pulses around his length, encouraging his release as well.
“I fucking- hate you-“ he grunts, emptying himself inside of you, biting down on your shoulder and collapsing on your spent body afterwards. You two stay like this for a brief moment before he pulls out of you. Tom keeps your legs spread and you whimper softly as his fingers swipe through your glistening folds, gathering some of your mixed arousal before he brings it to your lips.
“Open up. Taste us.” He demands, and you follow his command, taking his digits into your mouth to suck them clean. You never take your eyes off him, and the sight in front of you is heavenly. Tom looks oddly messy like this, hair disheveled, beads of sweat visible on his forehead, lips slightly parted as he breathes. Lord have mercy, you think.
He withdraws his fingers from your mouth and cleans himself with what you have learned to be his wand. “You are a wizard?” You ask, sitting up to meet his gaze.
Tom nods. “Do not speak to anyone about this. Or I won’t have mercy with you next time.”
You grin. “There will be a next time?”
Just another second later and he stands before you, fully dressed in his black robes, his eyes wandering over your figure and his lips curl into a satisfied smirk. “Maybe. If you wear the necklace.”
You point towards the mess on your sheets and inner thighs expectantly. “Could you-“
“I am quite positive you will be fine.” Tom replies sternly, getting ready to leave.
It’s not that you were expecting him to stay the night, though you couldn’t help but feel disappointed he was leaving so soon. Your eyes follow his tracks, and when he then stands before you to hand you your clothes and a towel, you take the opportunity.
“Would you stay if I wanted you to?” You ask, still hopeful, though you already know the answer.
He shakes his head. “No.”
And so Tom takes out his wand, hesitating for a moment before he turns to face you for one last time.
“Happy Christmas.”
Just like that, he is gone again.
And the necklace? The most beautiful you have ever worn.
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#so far… I still like it. lets see#do I make them have a happy ending???#hmmmm…#tom riddle#tom riddle x reader#tom riddle smut#tom riddle fanfiction
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I Appreciate You.
Short summary: After some persuasion, Tom joins you for Christmas dinner. Only then he finds out your parents haven’t exactly treated you well and seizes the opportunity to show you what it means to be truly appreciated.
Warnings: nothing, just fluff (for now…)
A/N: I have entered a bad case of writing block halfway through this, so I cut it short. I AM SORRY. I’ll take a day or two off and write a pt 2☹️
wordcount: 1,6k
Tom and you have been friends for a while – or rather study accomplices, as he would call it. Though lately, you have grown closer. Oddly close, at least if you knew Riddle, who wasn’t one to interact with others unless it served a purpose. You have known that from the beginning, so it never really appeared to you why he would be different towards you exactly – but you weren’t going to complain about someone tutoring you after all – someone who was equally as smart as pretty.
“You forgot pearl dust.” he sighs in disappointment, not looking up as he fidgets with his quill. “Tom it’s been two hours, my head is a mess. Let’s take a break?”
His gaze flicks from his quill to your eyes and stares at you briefly before speaking up. “I don’t take breaks. If you want me to keep being generous enough to help you, you do it my way.”
That’s how it goes every single time. You don’t argue against it – you just do what he says. The desperation to become better at Potions is greater than your ego after all and you have also come to notice it is better not to talk back to him. The last time you did, he wouldn’t even speak to you for two weeks after.
Tom clears his throat and you return your focus to the present. “It’s been an unnecessarily long time since you have started staring at me. Focus on your textbook.”
“Right, right! Sorry.” Your cheeks heat up and you repeat the brewing process from the beginning.
After what feels like an eternity, he is satisfied – as much as he could be. Tom obviously is never fully satisfied, always has something to criticize that you didn’t do right, something he says you would need to work on the next time you two meet to study.
There was always going to be a next time.
As you two pack up, you see house elves working on the Christmas decorations just outside the library, putting up a pine tree and some red and golden ornaments. It’s the Thursday before winter break, and you would soon go home to spend the time with your family. They have told you to bring a friend, though all of them have declined so far. You would just go alone. Until – well, you think about Tom.
“Uh, I actually have one more question.” You start, turning to face him. He raises his eyebrows expectantly signalling you to continue. “Soooo, I have been wanting to ask you whether you wanted to join me for Christmas dinner at home. My parents have asked me to bring someone along.”
“We aren’t friends. Besides that, I don’t celebrate Christmas.”
That’s exactly the answer you assumed he’d give, but you weren’t going to give up that easily. Your family has been talking about him often lately, about the Gaunt family, purebloods just like you. All the things they say you don’t understand anyway. It’s been like that since you were born, they always favoured your older brother over you. You have stopped arguing against it.
“Come on, Tom! It’s just a dinner, one evening. I know you don’t usually leave Hogwarts for Christmas break, I just wanted to give you the opportunity to meet my parents. They have been talking about you.”
He contemplates for a moment then. He is aware that his family, at least his mother’s side, has caught people’s attention. Apparently also the Rosiers’. Rosier family, part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. It would only be to his benefit to get to know them personally. And he hated admitting it, but lately - he has found himself strangely intrigued by you. A smart girl, who wouldn’t normally need his tutoring, not if he didn’t tell you to come back every week for another lesson.
“I suppose I will think about it. If I decide for it, I will join you at the train station.”
Your lips curl into a bright smile. “Thank you, Tommy! You are the best.”
He sighs. “How often have I told you to stop calling me that?”
“Sorry, sorry! I am just super excited to introduce you. They have been pestering me with questions about your mother’s family.”
You swear you see a slight spark in his eyes at the mention of his mother, though his usual stern expression returns just a second later. “Have a good evening.” he replies and leaves you behind at the library without saying another word.
-
There has not been a single sign of Tom when you board the train. Secretly you have hoped he would come and join you, though as soon as you leave the station you find yourself at peace with the fact you’d be going home alone for the break. The scenery shifts as you look out of the window, a thick layer of snow covering the otherwise green Scottish Highlands. You see deer scavenging for any grass they can find, scraping at the frozen ground with their hooves, the nearby hares’ white winter fur blending in perfectly with the scenery.
There aren’t too many students in your wagon, meaning you get to have a compartment all for yourself. Just like normally, your eyes grow tired, voices around you turning into a blur, and you fall asleep.
It wasn’t long until someone clearing their throat, taking a seat next to you woke you again. “So, what’s for dinner?” he asks, and you turn to face him.
Your face lights up at the sight of the person in front of you. “Tom! I am so happy you decided to come along!”
“I suppose it’s a welcome opportunity to connect with another renowned family.” he replies, and you nod, though slightly disappointed. “Of course.”
The rest of the journey, both of you don’t speak much. It’s a weird energy between you, something you don’t quite recognize. You are glad – as glad as you could be, knowing your family awaits you just outside – when the train arrives at your station. Both of you get off, and your mother’s and father’s faces light up at the sight of, not you, but Tom. They greet him first, ask him how the journey has been.
It’s only when you arrive at home that they ask you to help prepare dinner while Tom’s being shown around the manor. Even at dinner they won’t let him be and you wonder whether it was a good decision to bring him home with you.
In a moment of silence, your mother first looks at you, then at him. A smile forms on her face, something you only rarely get to see and you wonder what may be behind it.
“We are so glad you have decided to join us. Our daughter really couldn’t have chosen a better boyfriend.”
Oh.
You feel your heart drop in your chest at her words. They must have misunderstood the situation. Your cheeks heat up and you see Tom’s face changing into one of confusion.
Trying to save the evening, you quickly try to explain. “No it’s- we are not-“
“I am pleased to hear I am meeting your expectations.”
Tom’s words cut you off, and for a moment you aren’t sure whether you have heard him correctly. You blink a few times and shoot him a confused look, and he smiles at you.
Smiles.
You nod quickly, lowering your gaze onto the plate in front of you as you feel your cheeks heat up. For the rest of the evening, you don’t say much, even when you all gather around the Christmas tree. They ask questions about your relationship, which only Tom answers. He sits next to you and as the night progresses, his hand wanders up your lower back, snaking around your waist. You visibly shiver at his touch but decide to play along.
As soon as everyone has excused themselves to bed, you move away a little, escaping his grip. “Tom, I am sorry, they must have completely misunderstood.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize.”
“No really I-“
“Sshhh.” he whispers, his face inching closer to yours then, capturing you in a tender kiss. His hand rests on the back of your head, softly pressing you against him. You inhale deeply as you break apart, your eyes trailing up from his lips to his eyes. It’s only the candles on the Christmas tree that shine a dim light on both of your forms, yet you are able to make out the changed look on his face.
“We shouldn’t.” you murmur, shaking your head.
“I see the way you look at me in the library. And you perfectly know why I want to keep meeting you. Yet both of us are too stubborn to admit it.”
Though you hate to admit it, he’s right.
“I just didn’t think you would like someone like me.”
Tom huffs. “You never acknowledge your worth, and I suspect that is what your parents have taught you. They don’t see your potential. They diminish your achievements. Why do you let them?” he asks, and you rest your head on his shoulder.
“I have stopped caring a long while ago. You know how it is.”
Tom doesn’t reply after that, though his hand continues running up and down your back soothingly. You stay like this for a while, until he slowly turns his head, facing you.
“I will show them what it means to appreciate you.”
His voice is low and controlled as his face is a mere inch away from yours, his breath warm on your skin.
“I will show you what it means to be appreciated.”
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Smutmas 2024 | ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ʀᴏꜱɪᴇʀ ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
I Appreciate You.
Short summary: After some persuasion, Tom joins you for Christmas dinner. Only then he finds out your parents haven’t exactly treated you well and seizes the opportunity to show you what it means to be truly appreciated.
Warnings: nothing, just fluff (for now…)
A/N: I have entered a bad case of writing block halfway through this, so I cut it short. I AM SORRY. I’ll take a day or two off and write a pt 2☹️
wordcount: 1,6k
Tom and you have been friends for a while – or rather study accomplices, as he would call it. Though lately, you have grown closer. Oddly close, at least if you knew Riddle, who wasn’t one to interact with others unless it served a purpose. You have known that from the beginning, so it never really appeared to you why he would be different towards you exactly – but you weren’t going to complain about someone tutoring you after all – someone who was equally as smart as pretty.
“You forgot pearl dust.” he sighs in disappointment, not looking up as he fidgets with his quill. “Tom it’s been two hours, my head is a mess. Let’s take a break?”
His gaze flicks from his quill to your eyes and stares at you briefly before speaking up. “I don’t take breaks. If you want me to keep being generous enough to help you, you do it my way.”
That’s how it goes every single time. You don’t argue against it – you just do what he says. The desperation to become better at Potions is greater than your ego after all and you have also come to notice it is better not to talk back to him. The last time you did, he wouldn’t even speak to you for two weeks after.
Tom clears his throat and you return your focus to the present. “It’s been an unnecessarily long time since you have started staring at me. Focus on your textbook.”
“Right, right! Sorry.” Your cheeks heat up and you repeat the brewing process from the beginning.
After what feels like an eternity, he is satisfied – as much as he could be. Tom obviously is never fully satisfied, always has something to criticize that you didn’t do right, something he says you would need to work on the next time you two meet to study.
There was always going to be a next time.
As you two pack up, you see house elves working on the Christmas decorations just outside the library, putting up a pine tree and some red and golden ornaments. It’s the Thursday before winter break, and you would soon go home to spend the time with your family. They have told you to bring a friend, though all of them have declined so far. You would just go alone. Until – well, you think about Tom.
“Uh, I actually have one more question.” You start, turning to face him. He raises his eyebrows expectantly signalling you to continue. “Soooo, I have been wanting to ask you whether you wanted to join me for Christmas dinner at home. My parents have asked me to bring someone along.”
“We aren’t friends. Besides that, I don’t celebrate Christmas.”
That’s exactly the answer you assumed he’d give, but you weren’t going to give up that easily. Your family has been talking about him often lately, about the Gaunt family, purebloods just like you. All the things they say you don’t understand anyway. It’s been like that since you were born, they always favoured your older brother over you. You have stopped arguing against it.
“Come on, Tom! It’s just a dinner, one evening. I know you don’t usually leave Hogwarts for Christmas break, I just wanted to give you the opportunity to meet my parents. They have been talking about you.”
He contemplates for a moment then. He is aware that his family, at least his mother’s side, has caught people’s attention. Apparently also the Rosiers’. Rosier family, part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. It would only be to his benefit to get to know them personally. And he hated admitting it, but lately - he has found himself strangely intrigued by you. A smart girl, who wouldn’t normally need his tutoring, not if he didn’t tell you to come back every week for another lesson.
“I suppose I will think about it. If I decide for it, I will join you at the train station.”
Your lips curl into a bright smile. “Thank you, Tommy! You are the best.”
He sighs. “How often have I told you to stop calling me that?”
“Sorry, sorry! I am just super excited to introduce you. They have been pestering me with questions about your mother’s family.”
You swear you see a slight spark in his eyes at the mention of his mother, though his usual stern expression returns just a second later. “Have a good evening.” he replies and leaves you behind at the library without saying another word.
-
There has not been a single sign of Tom when you board the train. Secretly you have hoped he would come and join you, though as soon as you leave the station you find yourself at peace with the fact you’d be going home alone for the break. The scenery shifts as you look out of the window, a thick layer of snow covering the otherwise green Scottish Highlands. You see deer scavenging for any grass they can find, scraping at the frozen ground with their hooves, the nearby hares’ white winter fur blending in perfectly with the scenery.
There aren’t too many students in your wagon, meaning you get to have a compartment all for yourself. Just like normally, your eyes grow tired, voices around you turning into a blur, and you fall asleep.
It wasn’t long until someone clearing their throat, taking a seat next to you woke you again. “So, what’s for dinner?” he asks, and you turn to face him.
Your face lights up at the sight of the person in front of you. “Tom! I am so happy you decided to come along!”
“I suppose it’s a welcome opportunity to connect with another renowned family.” he replies, and you nod, though slightly disappointed. “Of course.”
The rest of the journey, both of you don’t speak much. It’s a weird energy between you, something you don’t quite recognize. You are glad – as glad as you could be, knowing your family awaits you just outside – when the train arrives at your station. Both of you get off, and your mother’s and father’s faces light up at the sight of, not you, but Tom. They greet him first, ask him how the journey has been.
It’s only when you arrive at home that they ask you to help prepare dinner while Tom’s being shown around the manor. Even at dinner they won’t let him be and you wonder whether it was a good decision to bring him home with you.
In a moment of silence, your mother first looks at you, then at him. A smile forms on her face, something you only rarely get to see and you wonder what may be behind it.
“We are so glad you have decided to join us. Our daughter really couldn’t have chosen a better boyfriend.”
Oh.
You feel your heart drop in your chest at her words. They must have misunderstood the situation. Your cheeks heat up and you see Tom’s face changing into one of confusion.
Trying to save the evening, you quickly try to explain. “No it’s- we are not-“
“I am pleased to hear I am meeting your expectations.”
Tom’s words cut you off, and for a moment you aren’t sure whether you have heard him correctly. You blink a few times and shoot him a confused look, and he smiles at you.
Smiles.
You nod quickly, lowering your gaze onto the plate in front of you as you feel your cheeks heat up. For the rest of the evening, you don’t say much, even when you all gather around the Christmas tree. They ask questions about your relationship, which only Tom answers. He sits next to you and as the night progresses, his hand wanders up your lower back, snaking around your waist. You visibly shiver at his touch but decide to play along.
As soon as everyone has excused themselves to bed, you move away a little, escaping his grip. “Tom, I am sorry, they must have completely misunderstood.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize.”
“No really I-“
“Sshhh.” he whispers, his face inching closer to yours then, capturing you in a tender kiss. His hand rests on the back of your head, softly pressing you against him. You inhale deeply as you break apart, your eyes trailing up from his lips to his eyes. It’s only the candles on the Christmas tree that shine a dim light on both of your forms, yet you are able to make out the changed look on his face.
“We shouldn’t.” you murmur, shaking your head.
“I see the way you look at me in the library. And you perfectly know why I want to keep meeting you. Yet both of us are too stubborn to admit it.”
Though you hate to admit it, he’s right.
“I just didn’t think you would like someone like me.”
Tom huffs. “You never acknowledge your worth, and I suspect that is what your parents have taught you. They don’t see your potential. They diminish your achievements. Why do you let them?” he asks, and you rest your head on his shoulder.
“I have stopped caring a long while ago. You know how it is.”
Tom doesn’t reply after that, though his hand continues running up and down your back soothingly. You stay like this for a while, until he slowly turns his head, facing you.
“I will show them what it means to appreciate you.”
His voice is low and controlled as his face is a mere inch away from yours, his breath warm on your skin.
“I will show you what it means to be appreciated.”
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Smutmas 2024 | ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ X ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Cool Down.
Short summary: After having spent a night in a cabin up the mountains with your boyfriend, you find yourself stuck the next morning with a massive amount of snow blocking your way. When Mattheo’s finally had enough of your complaints, he finds a way to get you to calm down.
Warnings: 18+ only! temperature play, impact play, unprotected p in v, slight degradation, slight brat taming??
A/N: based on this request by @jolly4holly. I know it’s a little different, I hope it’s still alright tho!! 💜
wordcount: 1,5k
It was supposed to be a short trip – two days only. A surprise from your boyfriend to take your mind off your upcoming exams for a while, as he knew just how stressed you were. It had been such a great day, exploring the area and then finally falling asleep cuddled up with him near the chimney, which radiated a pleasant warmth throughout the tiny room.
As your eyes fluttered open the next morning, waking up from probably the best, most carefree night‘s rest you have had in a long time, the cabin was almost entirely dark. The fire had gone out over the course of the night, only a dim light from the windows illuminating your shared cabin. You were sure it must be morning already, so you got up and opened the front door slightly. Instead of sunshine, a thick layer of snow greeted you, cutting you both off from the outside entirely.
It’s been three days since, with the snow only melting bit by bit each day. You have increasingly grown more nervous and there wasn’t much Mattheo could do to calm you down. He has been trying everything to reassure you, but with your exams so soon, and you not having studied yet, nothing could possibly help.
The snow level had gone down enough that you could now at least leave the cabin, up to where Mattheo and you had cleared most of the snow. You had been pacing around the tiny room, rambling all day about your studies, how tired you are of being stuck up here and what not. He’d been listening to it, just like the days before, until he had finally had enough of your antics and led you outside.
He currently has you kneeling just outside the cabin, the biting cold spreading through your body, sending shivers down your spine as you inhale a shaky breath. This is Mattheo’s way of getting you to listen to him, always “solving” your problems in his own, unique way. The clang of his belt dropping to the floor with a thud has your head turn to face him, your lips turning into a pout.
“Please Mattheo, it’s cold!”
“Well, no shit. You are kneeling on snow.” he scoffs, casting a charm on himself to keep warm before he gets down behind you, the snow crunching under his weight. “That’s what bitching around the entire day gets you. Always need me to fuck that damn attitude out of you.”
“But-“ you try to protest, though his palm coming down on the flesh of your ass cuts you off with a gasp. “You have complained enough. It’s time out for that bratty mouth of yours.”
One of his hands covers your mouth, the other reaching between the both of you to guide his tip between your already slick folds, collecting some of your arousal before he nudges at your entrance. Mattheo then steadily sinks his length into your anticipating cunt, a low groan falling over his parted lips as he does so, your warm walls a welcoming contrast to the freezing temperature outside. “Fuckkk. Complaining it’s cold, yet your pussy is fuckin’ radiating warmth. Wish you could feel that now, huh?” he taunts you, and although you aren’t able to see his expression, you can hear the stupid grin he is wearing while he says it.
Mattheo’s hand leaves your mouth hastily, both sets of his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips instead. He then slowly, agonizingly so, drags his cock out of your pulsating heat, making sure you feel every single inch of his length before he slams back inside of you.
He sets a steady rhythm, your combined moans and the sound of your skin smacking against his fill your otherwise tranquil surroundings. You struggle against the cold, tiny clouds forming in the crisp winter air each time you breathe, your fingers tingling from the lack of blood circulating through them.
A shriek escapes your lips as a splash of water lands on your bare skin, wandering down your back until Mattheo wipes it away, stilling his movements. “You just squeezed me so fucking tight. Icy water making you feel good now?” the brunette mocks, reaching beside him as you hear the crunch of snow. Before you can react, a shockingly cold sensation forms on your lower back and you lurch forward, though quickly stopped by your boyfriend.
“Mattheo! What the-“ you hiss, and although you shiver in response, it oddly intensifies the feeling of him inside of you. Again, he grabs some snow and trails it over your neck and shoulders, following the damp path with his tongue. “Mhm. I knew you would love this, filthy girl. Can’t deny it when all I feel is your pussy begging for more.”
You open your mouth to argue, which finally is the last straw for the embodiment of impatience behind you. “Givin’ me no other choice now. Always need something in your mouth to stop whining.” he hisses through gritted teeth, the sound of cracking ice reaching your ears. “Open your mouth and keep it there. If you dare complain again before I am done with you, it’s not only your knees that will be sore tomorrow.”
Mattheo brings something frozen to your mouth, something you make out to be an icicle. As you try to protest, his fingers firmly wrap around your hair, pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder. You innocently look up, meeting his sharp expression, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Okay, okay!” you finally give in, and he lets you go, pushing you forward again. “I thought so.”
Reluctantly, you wrap your lips around the frozen spear, holding it up sideways like he instructed you to. Your whines are muffled and he doesn’t waste another second before he thrusts up into your warm cunt once more, having you almost drop the provisional gag as you gasp in surprise.
“Knew she would love this. Dripping all over me, makin’ a fuckin’ mess on my cock.” Mattheo growls as he pounds into your pulsating, wet walls wrapped snugly around him, your mixed arousal evident on both of you. You have always loved how vocal Mattheo gets when he is close to his release, groaning and whimpering as he hits your cervix with every single thrust, his tight grip on your hips surely leaving bruises you’d be able to see for days to come.
“Fuck- just like that, don’t stop!” you cry out best you can as he brushes against that sensitive, spongey spot inside of you, your cunt greedily clenching around your boyfriend’s swollen length in return. “So- fucking- impossibly- tight.” he gasps loudly, punctuating his words with particularly rough thrusts.
His palm repeatedly comes down on the plush curve of your ass, each strike sending a sharp, blissful sting straight to your core. “Coming, baby. Fuck-“ he exclaims, collecting your hair in a messy ponytail just to push you forward into the snow, his hips slamming against yours as he hovers over you.
In the meanwhile, the icicle has slipped from your lips, and you whimper as the last bit of warmth leaves your body when it touches the freezing cold snow. It doesn’t take long until all the sensations you are feeling become too much, having you tumble over the edge with a cry. Mattheo’s breaths become ragged and hot against your neck, as a low, guttural groan slips from his parted lips. He soon too finds his release, painting your velvety walls with thick ropes of his white cum.
Mattheo pants heavily, lowering himself to rest on top of you to catch his breath, placing soft kisses on your shoulder. You were quite certain that any second longer of this would turn you into an icicle yourself.
“Mattheo. Could you-“
“Oh shit, baby wait,“ he says, pulling out of you and getting up instantly, dragging you with him. His eyes hurriedly travel up and down your form to check if you were alright as you stand before him. “You okay? Wasn’t too much?” he asks, voice laced with worry.
You shake your head, grinning. “It was perfect.”
Immediate relief floods the brunette’s face, a sly smirk forming on his lips as he pulls you into a tight embrace, praising you for how well you did for him. With a flick of his wand, he casts a drying spell on you before getting you back inside the cabin to warm up.
Mattheo wraps a blanket around your shivering form, guiding you towards the fireplace he had already lit beforehand. Your head rests on top of his shoulder as he helps you get warm, gently stroking your back and pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then, you two are silent for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company before he turns his head toward you slightly, his brown eyes meeting yours, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
“Just needed me to fill this pretty pussy up to get you to calm down, huh?”
“Mattheo!”
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EM.
Again, as always, I am on my knees for your works and for you too obviously.🥴
“So helpless she’s calling me a god.”
His ego will be the death of me. In a good way.
"Alright," he purrs when you go limp against him, half slumped over his lap. "Alright. Relax. Good."
Keep praising me and see what happens.
“You are going to be quiet, you are going to take it.”
PLEASEEEE whatever you say, gorgeous.
“How many,” … “how many more?”
The fact I already knew what he was going to say. Ugh.
“As many as you can take, and possibly a few more after that.”
You know what? Hell yeah.
Em!!!!! I fucking love you. The way you write Tom is just PERFECTION. But you probably already know that.
I hope you are doing well and please don’t stress yourself, I know how hard it can get! Appreciate you and everything you do!!💜💜💜
SLYTHERINSLUT0’S RIDDLEMAS
dec 17th. tom riddle — overstim, cockwarming.
RIDDLEMAS MASTERLIST. I 2024
summary: cockwarming as a punishment? clit stim cockwarming as a punishment? tom would think so.
warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNI, cockwarming, ft. tom’s mythical clit magic that i force into almost everyone of my fics for him, overstimulation, begging, sharp tongue banter, slight praise, tom is an infuriating bastard like always, dom!tom, slight part 2 from this.
also, thank you to my beautiful @cotttagecorewhore for the idea 🤍
He's a master of multitasking, you've learned in the passing months. Multitasking and complete self-possession, something you can see as he writes, without a break—as you sit perched in his lap, thighs on either side of his.
He's not writing anything of any particular importance—some letter, an order, some instruction for something. All of it is of little consequence to you, so you focus on the act of it instead—the way he holds the quill, the way it moves across the page in neat, angular script. He does it like it's something that requires no effort, not even a moment of thought, and you wonder if writing to him is as easy as breathing.
It's so easy to love you, you think, until your brain goes back to focusing on the feeling of him. His scent. His breath. His length buried inside you. His free hand not letting you move.
Him.
"That's a filthy habit," he murmurs, and you realize you've been biting your lip, watching his hand work across the page. "You’re breaking the skin."
"Can't help it," you grumble, and to make a point, you start biting your lip again. "I chew my lip when I'm impatient. I'm impatient right now."
He makes a sound that's somewhere between a huff and a sigh at that—and you can feel his attention shift from the page to look up at you for a moment—
"Patience, you've never had. Your only flaw, I'd say." He says, languidly taking in the sight of you before shifting his eyes back to his work. “That, and the penchant for damaging your skin."
You roll your eyes. You know he sees it.
"I didn't realize you were an expert in dermatology.”
You can feel the vibrations in his chest as he laughs—a low breathless chuckle, and you can't stop yourself from shuddering.
"It's more because I don't want to taste blood when I kiss you."
When I kiss you.
You’ll never tire of words like that, and it’s the simplicity in which he says them that makes half your brain immediately short circuit.
Because it’s moments like this—and there are many of them—where you have to remind yourself to breathe, and it's almost embarrassing how easily he has that effect on you, how he can still make you dizzy from a single offhanded comment.
"I don't recall you complaining before."
You're trying very hard to make your voice sound nonchalant now, and you think you're doing a fairly good job of it, but you can feel the way your hips try to wiggle against him involuntarily, the way your hands tighten on his shoulders, digging your nails into his sweater.
He can feel it, he can definitely feel it.
"I'm not complaining now," he says, the smirk still in his voice. "Just stating my preference."
"I have a preference for you not writing right now," you toss back, and you sound whinier than you intended. "You're torturing me."
"Torture implies you're not enjoying it at all," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving the page. "And I can feel how much you're enjoying it."
You can't stop yourself from shuddering again, as if half of your nerve endings are suddenly connected to him, and you bury your face in his neck.
"You're insufferable," you murmur, feeling the soft wool of his sweater against your face. "Can you feel how much I'm wishing to hex you, too?"
"I can," he replies, before his hips cant up a fraction—just the tiniest shift—pressing his throbbing dick up a little deeper into you, making you bite your lip again, and you're almost certain he's done it just so you'll react. "I far prefer the former, however."
You make an indignant sound at that, but it comes out all breathless and a little high-pitched—and it’s then that you decide to give up your attempts at sounding dignified.
"You and your fucking preferences." You hiss, half muffled against his shoulder.
"I'm nothing if not consistent," he says, and you think he actually sounds more distracted now, as if he's more focused on the wiggling of your hips against him then he is his writing. And then— "if you want something, you know you could just ask for it."
You lift your head from his shoulder at that, just so he can see the glare you're giving him now.
"I won't beg for you." You retort, and you realize halfway through that it's not quite as biting as you intended—it's hard to be biting when you can't seem to stop shuddering—when you feel so fucking full of him. "Not after this."
"I didn't say you had to beg," he whispers, and you realize his quill has stopped moving on the page. "I said you had to ask."
It takes every ounce of willpower you have to keep from rocking your hips against him again—you're not sure how much of this you're willing to take.
"And you'd actually indulge me?" You cock a suspicious eyebrow. "If I just, asked for it?"
Now his eyes have left the page completely—quill dropping from his hand as he brings it to your chin, gripping it gently, tilting your head up so he can look you in the face now. You know you're flushed—you can feel the heat crawling over your skin, your neck, probably to your ears, too.
"When have I ever denied you?" He wets his lips as he says it. "As long as you ask nicely."
"I always ask nicely," you mutter, but the effect is lost somewhat when, in your attempt to regain a semblance of control, his hips shift and his dick twitches inside you again. "Jesus—Tom, just fuck me. I can't—"
There's an instant when you think the corners of his eyes crinkle in satisfaction when you say that, and he knows just how undone you feel because he's the one who's gotten you there, and that's why he likes to take his time, because it gets you like this—
"That wasn't nicely," he tuts, tilting your head up a little further. "That was greedy. Selfish."
And there's a hitch in your breath when he says it, because as much as it rankles you to be called that, you know he's right—
"Please," you whine, slick walls clenching tight around him—craving the friction. "Please please please..."
You hoped you’d catch a hitch in his breath at that, something that shows you’re getting somewhere—but he just smiles—and it's a slow, almost cruel smile as his hand slips down to your throat, thumb running over the skin of your neck.
"Much better," he coos, and god it's so condescending you’re back to mentally hexing him. "For your efforts."
And the second he says that—you feel his magic swirling and massaging over your clit.
"Oh god," you manage, half a gasp and half a moan, your eyes squeezed shut. "Oh my god—"
It feels both instantaneous and instant—the wave of pleasure that washes through you at the exact time that the hand around your throat tightens. Another gasp gets stuck in your throat and you want to rock against him but he's holding you in place, and you have to settle for clinging on to his shoulders, clawing at him—
"Eyes open," he rasps, and you do, with an effort, the look on his face almost sinful when you manage to open them—his eyes darkened, watching you intently. "Just like that. Good. No moving."
That simple word—good—does way more to you then it has any right to, and you watch his face as the realization of how much you liked it shows there too.
"Don't be cruel," you whine again, your nails still biting into his shoulders because it's all you have, the only way to anchor yourself. "Tom—fuck—please—"
You see the way a muscle in his jaw clenches for a second—just a second—as if he's biting back a reaction.
"Relax," his hand slips to the back of your head, pulling you to rest your face against his shoulder as he goes back to writing. "I'm almost done here."
You want to make some biting comeback but you can't even think, let alone speak—the pleasure is already at a fever pitch that's almost too much, to the point where you feel like you're trembling, your muscles taut, your thighs clenching, your nails raking desperately up the wool of his sweater.
"Almost?" You manage between gasps as the sensation heightens and you can practically feel your climax prowling near. "You—you said you'd—give me what I want if I asked—"
"You're right," he's hardly focused, as if he can't be bothered in the slightest by your frantic state on his lap. "But I didn't say I'd give it to you now, did I?"
"You bastard," you gasp, your head lolling against the crook of his neck. "You're a fucking—mmffff—god—"
"Poor thing," he responds, all faux-pity as he runs a hand through your hair. "So helpless she's calling me a god."
You roll your eyes with a groan, while he just keeps writing—you can feel yourself trying to rock against him again as the pleasure is building and building and you can't find a balance—
"Tom," you gasp out, but you're not even sure what you're asking for, all you know is that it's him—it’s him and him and him. "Tom—I'm going to—you're going to make me—"
A shudder goes through him at that, barely perceptible, the smallest jerk that you're not sure anyone else would notice but you're so aware of his body and his responses that you'd never miss it—
"Go on." He urges, quietly. "I won't stop you."
You think it's probably the tone in which he says it—half pitying, half condescending—that does you in, and all you can do is bite down on his shoulder, hard, and then you're cumming, almost violently—as if something inside you snaps all at once and you're shaking with it, clawing at him, gasping for air, trying in vain not to make a sound because his dorm is not warded off yet and you're certain the rest of the school would hear if you screamed—
"Mfffff—"
You're clenching, walls fluttering around him as he lets you bite down on his shoulder as hard as you want—the shudder that goes through him at the feeling of your teeth on his skin doesn't go unnoticed, and you wonder if he likes it, if he wants you to mark him just as bad as you want to leave your claim.
"Alright," he purrs when you go limp against him, half slumped over his lap. "Alright. Relax. Good."
You feel utterly boneless and breathless against him, like you've been completely drained out of everything, still shaking a little—he's done this to you in a matter of a few minutes and you feel humiliated by the ease in which he manages it, the control—
"I hate you," you murmur breathlessly, wincing as you feel him—huge and solid, buried inside you—twitch. "Fuck, I hate you."
There’s a low, breathless hum that those words pull from him—and you feel him tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, before his hand goes back to your throat, tilting your head back up.
"Don't lie," he murmurs, mouthing at your jaw. "You don't."
You're half tempted to argue otherwise, or give him some sort of biting response—but at the feeling of his mouth against your neck, you feel a fresh burst of heat flare up again and you can't seem to fight it—
"No," you breathe out, and you sound almost delirious with it now, too far gone to pretend you have any semblance of control. "I d-don't."
"That's what I thought," he hums, you can feel that smirk on your skin and you hate it and you love it simultaneously, and you wonder how it's possible to feel this many things at once. "You've always been a terrible liar."
Your lips part in response to that, but before you can get words out, he's shifting to resume his writing, and the magic on your clit starts back up again—
"Fuck! Y-you can't be serious," you manage through a mewl, because you're sure you don't have anything left to give—there's no way you can feel it again, much less so soon. "You can't just—"
"I'm not done yet," he replies, simply. "That means you aren't either."
It's almost infuriating, how simple he makes it sound, as if you don't have any say in it, as if he's going to just pull another orgasm out of you the way you'd pull a tissue out of a box—and you want to hate him for it, only you're already going back to being desperate, all your nerve endings on fire again, your fingers clenching uselessly against the dark wool—
"Tommmm" you whine, clenching around him as he twitches inside you, as the stimulation on your clit grows stronger—making your hips jerk, making you lift yourself about an inch up his shaft—just enough to make him groan—
"Fuck."
His fingers immediately fist in your hair, jerking your head back—and you love it, yet hate it, making you hate that you love it—and he makes a low, guttural sound against your neck, almost a growl.
"If you keep that up," you think it might actually be a threat now, because it’s snarled through barred teeth. "I will never finish this."
"That's—that's sort of the point," you gasp out. "I don't care if you don't finish it—I fucking need you—now—"
He makes that guttural sound against your neck again, almost as if he's biting it back—as if he needs the restraint to resist just throwing you onto the desk and having you there—
"Patience," he growls, but you can hear how breathless he is too, now, how affected he is—and that thought makes you feel insane all over again. "You think you deserve to be fucked after what you did? Hm? Slipping me that potion—tying me up—"
"Yes—yes I do—" you don't care that the sound that comes out of your mouth is most definitely a moan, that it's completely pitiful how desperate you are now—you want him, and nothing else matters. "It was just a little potion, it didn't even last that long, you were just mad I made you—"
He shakes his head, telling you without words to shut up.
"Careful," his hand slips from your hair to cover your mouth. "Don't want you to go talking yourself into trouble," his hand tightens a fraction when you try to bite at. "You might end up getting what you don't want."
He shifts under you, making you gasp against his palm, your nails biting into his shoulder as the magic on your clit twirls and swirls with just a little more intensity, enough for you to undeniably feel it—and Tom jerks his hips up into you, just enough for you to feel that, too—
You shake, forcing the words from under his palm. "Tom, please—"
It's not a whine, now—it's a keening, an almost broken sort of plea—but it's as if he doesn't hear it, or maybe he just doesn’t care, because he's continuing to speak in that low, growly rumble against your neck that's just as torturous as everything else.
"You're going to be quiet. You're going to take it," he asserts, and your eyes nearly roll back at the sheer heat of it. "Until I believe you’re deserving of more."
You have no idea if you're nodding or trying to protest, you don't even know which one you want to do because both options sound impossible to you—and you're almost hyperventilating now, the intensity almost too much and not enough all at once—you're desperate, you're aching, you're needy, and then you're falling over the edge—second orgasm shredding through you like lightening—
Oh—fucking hell—
It wrings itself out of you, violent and all consuming, but you can't make a sound—can't do anything except bite down on Tom's hand and clench your eyes shut as you fall apart—your thighs shaking, every muscle taut, your nails clawing desperately at his shoulder.
And he's murmuring things against your neck that you can't make out, holding you against him through it, making you take it in the most exquisite kind of torture—and god, you're certain he must be smiling, you're certain he loves having you like this, a broken mess on his lap, unable to speak, only whimper as he pulls his hand away with a "good girl", and urges your head to rest against his shoulder again as he resumes writing.
For the next solid minute, you still can't speak, just gasp for breath—clinging to him helplessly in the aftershock of it.
"That was two," he says, his hand trailing lazily up and down your spine. "You're in for a long night."
You want to whimper at that, because you're not sure if you can take anything more—
"How many," you manage to breathe out, your voice rasping. "How many more."
"As many as you can take," his voice is so matter-of-fact you know the bastard is smirking. "And possibly a few more after that.
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Smutmas 2024 | ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ X ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Cool Down.
Short summary: After having spent a night in a cabin up the mountains with your boyfriend, you find yourself stuck the next morning with a massive amount of snow blocking your way. When Mattheo’s finally had enough of your complaints, he finds a way to get you to calm down.
Warnings: 18+ only! temperature play, impact play, unprotected p in v, slight degradation, slight brat taming??
A/N: based on this request by @jolly4holly. I know it’s a little different, I hope it’s still alright tho!! 💜
wordcount: 1,5k
It was supposed to be a short trip – two days only. A surprise from your boyfriend to take your mind off your upcoming exams for a while, as he knew just how stressed you were. It had been such a great day, exploring the area and then finally falling asleep cuddled up with him near the chimney, which radiated a pleasant warmth throughout the tiny room.
As your eyes fluttered open the next morning, waking up from probably the best, most carefree night‘s rest you have had in a long time, the cabin was almost entirely dark. The fire had gone out over the course of the night, only a dim light from the windows illuminating your shared cabin. You were sure it must be morning already, so you got up and opened the front door slightly. Instead of sunshine, a thick layer of snow greeted you, cutting you both off from the outside entirely.
It’s been three days since, with the snow only melting bit by bit each day. You have increasingly grown more nervous and there wasn’t much Mattheo could do to calm you down. He has been trying everything to reassure you, but with your exams so soon, and you not having studied yet, nothing could possibly help.
The snow level had gone down enough that you could now at least leave the cabin, up to where Mattheo and you had cleared most of the snow. You had been pacing around the tiny room, rambling all day about your studies, how tired you are of being stuck up here and what not. He’d been listening to it, just like the days before, until he had finally had enough of your antics and led you outside.
He currently has you kneeling just outside the cabin, the biting cold spreading through your body, sending shivers down your spine as you inhale a shaky breath. This is Mattheo’s way of getting you to listen to him, always “solving” your problems in his own, unique way. The clang of his belt dropping to the floor with a thud has your head turn to face him, your lips turning into a pout.
“Please Mattheo, it’s cold!”
“Well, no shit. You are kneeling on snow.” he scoffs, casting a charm on himself to keep warm before he gets down behind you, the snow crunching under his weight. “That’s what bitching around the entire day gets you. Always need me to fuck that damn attitude out of you.”
“But-“ you try to protest, though his palm coming down on the flesh of your ass cuts you off with a gasp. “You have complained enough. It’s time out for that bratty mouth of yours.”
One of his hands covers your mouth, the other reaching between the both of you to guide his tip between your already slick folds, collecting some of your arousal before he nudges at your entrance. Mattheo then steadily sinks his length into your anticipating cunt, a low groan falling over his parted lips as he does so, your warm walls a welcoming contrast to the freezing temperature outside. “Fuckkk. Complaining it’s cold, yet your pussy is fuckin’ radiating warmth. Wish you could feel that now, huh?” he taunts you, and although you aren’t able to see his expression, you can hear the stupid grin he is wearing while he says it.
Mattheo’s hand leaves your mouth hastily, both sets of his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips instead. He then slowly, agonizingly so, drags his cock out of your pulsating heat, making sure you feel every single inch of his length before he slams back inside of you.
He sets a steady rhythm, your combined moans and the sound of your skin smacking against his fill your otherwise tranquil surroundings. You struggle against the cold, tiny clouds forming in the crisp winter air each time you breathe, your fingers tingling from the lack of blood circulating through them.
A shriek escapes your lips as a splash of water lands on your bare skin, wandering down your back until Mattheo wipes it away, stilling his movements. “You just squeezed me so fucking tight. Icy water making you feel good now?” the brunette mocks, reaching beside him as you hear the crunch of snow. Before you can react, a shockingly cold sensation forms on your lower back and you lurch forward, though quickly stopped by your boyfriend.
“Mattheo! What the-“ you hiss, and although you shiver in response, it oddly intensifies the feeling of him inside of you. Again, he grabs some snow and trails it over your neck and shoulders, following the damp path with his tongue. “Mhm. I knew you would love this, filthy girl. Can’t deny it when all I feel is your pussy begging for more.”
You open your mouth to argue, which finally is the last straw for the embodiment of impatience behind you. “Givin’ me no other choice now. Always need something in your mouth to stop whining.” he hisses through gritted teeth, the sound of cracking ice reaching your ears. “Open your mouth and keep it there. If you dare complain again before I am done with you, it’s not only your knees that will be sore tomorrow.”
Mattheo brings something frozen to your mouth, something you make out to be an icicle. As you try to protest, his fingers firmly wrap around your hair, pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder. You innocently look up, meeting his sharp expression, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Okay, okay!” you finally give in, and he lets you go, pushing you forward again. “I thought so.”
Reluctantly, you wrap your lips around the frozen spear, holding it up sideways like he instructed you to. Your whines are muffled and he doesn’t waste another second before he thrusts up into your warm cunt once more, having you almost drop the provisional gag as you gasp in surprise.
“Knew she would love this. Dripping all over me, makin’ a fuckin’ mess on my cock.” Mattheo growls as he pounds into your pulsating, wet walls wrapped snugly around him, your mixed arousal evident on both of you. You have always loved how vocal Mattheo gets when he is close to his release, groaning and whimpering as he hits your cervix with every single thrust, his tight grip on your hips surely leaving bruises you’d be able to see for days to come.
“Fuck- just like that, don’t stop!” you cry out best you can as he brushes against that sensitive, spongey spot inside of you, your cunt greedily clenching around your boyfriend’s swollen length in return. “So- fucking- impossibly- tight.” he gasps loudly, punctuating his words with particularly rough thrusts.
His palm repeatedly comes down on the plush curve of your ass, each strike sending a sharp, blissful sting straight to your core. “Coming, baby. Fuck-“ he exclaims, collecting your hair in a messy ponytail just to push you forward into the snow, his hips slamming against yours as he hovers over you.
In the meanwhile, the icicle has slipped from your lips, and you whimper as the last bit of warmth leaves your body when it touches the freezing cold snow. It doesn’t take long until all the sensations you are feeling become too much, having you tumble over the edge with a cry. Mattheo’s breaths become ragged and hot against your neck, as a low, guttural groan slips from his parted lips. He soon too finds his release, painting your velvety walls with thick ropes of his white cum.
Mattheo pants heavily, lowering himself to rest on top of you to catch his breath, placing soft kisses on your shoulder. You were quite certain that any second longer of this would turn you into an icicle yourself.
“Mattheo. Could you-“
“Oh shit, baby wait,“ he says, pulling out of you and getting up instantly, dragging you with him. His eyes hurriedly travel up and down your form to check if you were alright as you stand before him. “You okay? Wasn’t too much?” he asks, voice laced with worry.
You shake your head, grinning. “It was perfect.”
Immediate relief floods the brunette’s face, a sly smirk forming on his lips as he pulls you into a tight embrace, praising you for how well you did for him. With a flick of his wand, he casts a drying spell on you before getting you back inside the cabin to warm up.
Mattheo wraps a blanket around your shivering form, guiding you towards the fireplace he had already lit beforehand. Your head rests on top of his shoulder as he helps you get warm, gently stroking your back and pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then, you two are silent for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company before he turns his head toward you slightly, his brown eyes meeting yours, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
“Just needed me to fill this pretty pussy up to get you to calm down, huh?”
“Mattheo!”
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Hello Viper! I love your work!
This is a smutmas request.
I would die to read a Mattheo Riddle fic with forced proximity and possibly temperature play... Maybe they got stuck in a cabin during a snowstorm, and Mattheo thinks it's funny to bring some snow inside... just a thought 🫣🩵
Thank you so much!
Thank you so much for requesting hun!!!🤭💜
Coming later today👀❄️☃️
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Soph!!!🥹 Thank you so much you are the best😭🫂💜
Love you loads!!!💜💜💜
girl omg i need academic rivals with mattheo !!! the rest is up to you, ily 🫶
Smutmas 2024 | 𝗱𝗲𝗰 𝟬𝟭: ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ X ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Just shut up.
Short summary: Turns out even the best have to resort to cheating once a while. You wouldn’t let him get away with it though. As you then pay him a visit at his dorm, confronting him, he turns to his usual methods of getting himself out of trouble…
Warnings: oral f!receiving, rough sex (somewhat), unprotected p in v
A/N: This is my first time writing Mattheo. Be nice. 😾
wordcount: 2,2k
You couldn’t believe what you had just witnessed from the back of the classroom.
The self-claimed Potions master, Mattheo Riddle, cheating on an exam while Snape wasn’t looking in his direction. Shaking your head slightly, you averted your attention back to your exam paper. You couldn‘t let him get away with that. Especially as Potions was one of the few subjects he could easily outscore you in.
Christmas should be the festival of love and peace, you knew that. Though him getting a better grade than you solely because he cheated – it wasn’t right.
Festive decorations adorned the castle at this time of the year. It was soothingly calm around you, only distant whispers cutting through the otherwise quiet surroundings. Clearly, you thought. Not many students were around at that point anymore, most of them having left the castle to return home during the break. You sighed, secretly wishing to go home, see your parents, who currently were on a trip to visit a distant family member.
Exhaling softly, you made your way back to the Slytherin dormitories after having eaten dinner in the Great Hall. You descended the stairs and just when you were about to enter your dorm, a familiar figure disappeared behind the corner leading to the boys’ dormitories. The brunette curls undoubtedly revealed it was Mattheo, who had apparently also stayed back at Hogwarts. Perfect, you thought.
You reckoned it was a great idea to pay him a visit, to confront him, threaten him. You assumed you’d get something out of it, make him admit his wrongdoings. Though it didn’t exactly go according to plan.
That’s how you now find yourself trapped between the cold stone wall of his dorm and himself, easily towering over your smaller form.
“You might want to repeat that?” He sneers, acting like he didn‘t hear you the first time. You knew his games, the way he was trying to intimidate you, silence you. You wouldn’t give in that easily though.
“You cheated on the Potions exam, Riddle. I saw it. And if you don’t admit it yourself, I will have to report you.” You state best as you can, arms crossing over your chest, standing your point.
His eyes darken, realization setting in. He scoffs, inching closer to you. “You didn’t see shit.“
You almost laugh. “Well, I did. And you will have to live with the consequences.”
He just looks at you for a few seconds, and you can almost see the thoughts forming behind his brown eyes. A sly smirk forms on his lips. Mattheo then leans in impossibly, uncomfortably close to your face, but you are denied any complaints as he speaks up.
“You know, darling“ he pauses, his breath hot against your cheek as his fingertips ever so softly trail up the exposed skin of your thigh, halting when he reaches the hem of your skirt. “I have also happened to catch a sight of you looking for the answers just about… here.” With that, he firmly squeezes the flesh of your thighs, drawing a breathy gasp from you, his touch electrifying on your hot skin.
“That’s not- not true.“ you stammer and he grins in response. Fuck.
Mattheo’s gaze sinks to where he had just touched you, exhaling shakily as his eyes travel back up your form, and after staring an awful long time at your covered breasts, his brown eyes finally meet yours. “I too could tell on you. How you write the answers under that slutty skirt of yours.”
You huffed, shaking your head slightly, finally turning away to escape his intense stare.
“Hm? Cat got your tongue?” He smirks sheepishly, delivering another squeeze to your thigh.
“Riddle I sw-“ your words were cut off by his lips hungrily crashing onto yours, his hand sneaking up to wrap around your throat, softly squeezing down around it. “Shut up.” Mattheo groans as you two break apart, catching your breath. “Let’s forget about it. Just shut up.”
“That’s how you solve your problems, is that it, hm?” You sneer, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. “I am not one of your toys. It doesn’t work li-“
He cocks an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. Another kiss, this time more wanting, hungrier, and to your dismay, you couldn’t help yourself but moan into the kiss.
Then, when you were able to overcome your demons and finally kiss him back, he pulls away, his signature smirk decorating his face. “It doesn’t work like that, huh?” He taunts, winking at you, taking a step back.
Idiot, you think. Your eyebrows furrow, pushing yourself of the wall. “Just shut up.” You murmur, closing the gap between you two another time.
Then, his hands sneak around your waist as he groans into your mouth, pulling you with him as he sinks down onto his bed. Mattheo has you sat on his lap while you two practically devour each other, your hand tugging on his brunette curls, that you, if you now think about it, learned to love over the years. When you then break apart and slowly open your eyes, you find a changed man in front of you. He doesn’t any longer look at you in spite, if anything – with pure lust. A sight you preferred a thousand times over the usual way he would glance at you during classes.
As he is adjusting his posture, slightly thrusting upwards in the process, you feel it. You feel just how hard he is underneath you. You bite your lip and grin, eagerly grinding your hips on him, causing friction just where you need it most. One of his hands guides you, the other trailing up your thigh. He barely touches your skin, yet you feel the burn of his touch. It’s hot, it’s electrifying. It’s what you have secretly desired for a long time. Mattheo steadily makes his way under your skirt, giving the flesh of your ass a firm squeeze. You moan, and as you tilt your head back, he leans in to trail soft, open mouthed kisses all the way from your jaw down to your shoulder and back up. He sucks, bites, leaves marks. “Fuck- you are mine now. Want it or not, I don’t give a damn.”
The only reply you manage is a quick nod, though clearly unsatisfied with your non-verbal answer, his teeth dig into your tender skin, not enough to draw blood, yet enough to leave a bruise. “M’ yours! All yours!” You hiss, not really thinking about what you are saying, too focused on the building ache in your lower stomach, too focused on how his lips feel on your body. “That’s a good girl.” The brunette praises you, now slightly thrusting against you. At this point, you are a mess. You feel your arousal sticking to your panties, surely already having left a wet patch on his trousers as well.
“Merlin Mattheo, please, I need you.” You whine, close to begging him with all you have left just to feel him inside of you. Pathetic, you think to yourself. Mere minutes ago you were still up against his throat. Atleast you now have an answer. The rumours are true after all, he truly knows how to wrap girls around his finger. You just didn’t think he could do it with you. Yet here you are, yearning to have all of him.
He doesn’t leave you much time to rethink your choice, making quick work of your clothes before he flips you around, almost too easily, too skilled, you think, but you don’t dare complain. Not now, when you are too far gone anyway, mind clouded by pure lust.
Mattheo places himself between your legs, and you close your eyes in anticipation. You feel just how hot his breath is against where you need him most, where every nerve of yours is aching to be touched, to be caressed. And so he does, softly at first. He leans down to place a kiss on your clit, drawing a moan from your parted lips.
With your eyes still closed, every single touch, every breath of his feels a hundred times more intense, and you almost shriek when his tongue first slides through your folds, and he groans, the vibrations spreading through your core. “Who knew you would taste so fucking heavenly, hm? You are soaked, and it’s all for me, darling.”
You open your mouth to argue with him, tell him to just shut up and get to work. Mattheo though is just a tad bit quicker and finally wraps his lips around your puffy clit, expertly licking and sucking on it, adding two fingers which immediately find the spongey spot inside of your cunt that has you see stars.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” He demands, and you do as he says, even though it’s hard to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head with how good he’s making you feel.
You threaten to get lost in the depth of his brown eyes that draw you right in as he stares back up at you. And then, you clench around him, exhaling through your mouth as your head falls back, your surroundings suddenly becoming a blur when you feel yourself at the brink of release. One last thrust of his fingers, you think, and your body would shatter, shatter around the very man you despised. But then- suddenly, it’s gone and you feel empty, your orgasm fading away. Your eyes blink open to spot a half amused Mattheo in front of you, licking his fingers clean.
“What the fuck?” You exclaim, catching your breath. “I was so close!”
He laughs. “Darling, the only way you are going to come is around my cock.”
You scoff in return. That fucking idiot. “I hate you, Riddle.”
“You hate me, huh?” He asks with a smirk, voice low and seductive as he pushes himself up, inching closer to your face, now a mere centimetre away from your lips. He looks down at them and back up again to meet your wanting eyes. “Yet, I get to fuck you.”
“Go on then. Do it.” You encourage him, because after all, you have had enough. You need this release, whatever it may cost. He smirks, well aware of how much it infuriates you.
Then finally, you feel his tip pressing against your entrance. And he moves slowly, too slow for your liking. First, he looks down to where your bodies are about to connect, and then, with a bit more doubt present in his voice, he asks you one last question. “You ready? I am not going to be gentle.”
“I don’t want you to be.” You reply huskily, and at last, Mattheo pushes into you. You gasp at his size as you stretch around him, almost painfully so, and he slows down for a moment. “Matt-“
He shushes you. “I know. Just breathe.” You nod. One slow and deliberate thrust after the other, letting you adjust to him. When he feels you relax around him, he finally picks up the pace, your legs wrapped around him as he thrusts into you. “Oh Merlin- please-“ you moan, and he glances down as he hovers over you. “What do you want, darling? Tell me.”
You want him, all of him. Deeper, harder, anything. “Please, I need you. Need more of you.”
Mattheo nods in response, breathing heavily above you, his curls sticking to his forehead as gives you what you want. He slams into you from a different angle now, allowing him to go deeper, brushing against your cervix with almost every thrust.
“Fuck Mattheo, please- I am going to-“ you almost scream, the sensations overwhelming as his fingers find your needy clit, rubbing figure eights on it. “Me too, darling. Let go for me. Show me how pretty you look when you come for me.”
His words send you spiraling over the edge, pure pleasure reverberating ting through your body, and for a moment you feel like you are levitating, levitating from the way your climax had struck you, from the way he was making you feel. You clench frantically around him, and he groans loudly. His thrusts have now become ragged and uneven, cock twitching before he spills himself inside of you at last, thick, hot ropes of cum decorating your inner walls. Mattheo then collapses on top of you, entirely spent as your sweaty bodies embrace each other.
You both catch your breaths as you calm down from your highs, and after a minute he rolls off of you. You sit up, expecting him to tell you to leave either way. Though, he grabs your arm and pulls you against his chest. “Where do you think you are going?”
“I thought you’d want me to go. You know this was only for-“ he sighs and closes his palm over your mouth. “Just shut up.” He says.
You decide to stay with him in the end, lying on his chest. Just as your eyes were threatening to close, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep, he speaks up once more.
“Christmas is the festival of love and peace, I assume you are aware of that?”
You nod and he lets the thought linger in the air for a while.
“Truce?”
“Truce.” You smile.
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Oh hiiiii!!!! Not u reblogging one of my fics, ilysm😭💜
I am so happy you liked it and thank u for the reblog 🥹<333
girl omg i need academic rivals with mattheo !!! the rest is up to you, ily 🫶
Smutmas 2024 | 𝗱𝗲𝗰 𝟬𝟭: ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ X ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Just shut up.
Short summary: Turns out even the best have to resort to cheating once a while. You wouldn’t let him get away with it though. As you then pay him a visit at his dorm, confronting him, he turns to his usual methods of getting himself out of trouble…
Warnings: oral f!receiving, rough sex (somewhat), unprotected p in v
A/N: This is my first time writing Mattheo. Be nice. 😾
wordcount: 2,2k
You couldn’t believe what you had just witnessed from the back of the classroom.
The self-claimed Potions master, Mattheo Riddle, cheating on an exam while Snape wasn’t looking in his direction. Shaking your head slightly, you averted your attention back to your exam paper. You couldn‘t let him get away with that. Especially as Potions was one of the few subjects he could easily outscore you in.
Christmas should be the festival of love and peace, you knew that. Though him getting a better grade than you solely because he cheated – it wasn’t right.
Festive decorations adorned the castle at this time of the year. It was soothingly calm around you, only distant whispers cutting through the otherwise quiet surroundings. Clearly, you thought. Not many students were around at that point anymore, most of them having left the castle to return home during the break. You sighed, secretly wishing to go home, see your parents, who currently were on a trip to visit a distant family member.
Exhaling softly, you made your way back to the Slytherin dormitories after having eaten dinner in the Great Hall. You descended the stairs and just when you were about to enter your dorm, a familiar figure disappeared behind the corner leading to the boys’ dormitories. The brunette curls undoubtedly revealed it was Mattheo, who had apparently also stayed back at Hogwarts. Perfect, you thought.
You reckoned it was a great idea to pay him a visit, to confront him, threaten him. You assumed you’d get something out of it, make him admit his wrongdoings. Though it didn’t exactly go according to plan.
That’s how you now find yourself trapped between the cold stone wall of his dorm and himself, easily towering over your smaller form.
“You might want to repeat that?” He sneers, acting like he didn‘t hear you the first time. You knew his games, the way he was trying to intimidate you, silence you. You wouldn’t give in that easily though.
“You cheated on the Potions exam, Riddle. I saw it. And if you don’t admit it yourself, I will have to report you.” You state best as you can, arms crossing over your chest, standing your point.
His eyes darken, realization setting in. He scoffs, inching closer to you. “You didn’t see shit.“
You almost laugh. “Well, I did. And you will have to live with the consequences.”
He just looks at you for a few seconds, and you can almost see the thoughts forming behind his brown eyes. A sly smirk forms on his lips. Mattheo then leans in impossibly, uncomfortably close to your face, but you are denied any complaints as he speaks up.
“You know, darling“ he pauses, his breath hot against your cheek as his fingertips ever so softly trail up the exposed skin of your thigh, halting when he reaches the hem of your skirt. “I have also happened to catch a sight of you looking for the answers just about… here.” With that, he firmly squeezes the flesh of your thighs, drawing a breathy gasp from you, his touch electrifying on your hot skin.
“That’s not- not true.“ you stammer and he grins in response. Fuck.
Mattheo’s gaze sinks to where he had just touched you, exhaling shakily as his eyes travel back up your form, and after staring an awful long time at your covered breasts, his brown eyes finally meet yours. “I too could tell on you. How you write the answers under that slutty skirt of yours.”
You huffed, shaking your head slightly, finally turning away to escape his intense stare.
“Hm? Cat got your tongue?” He smirks sheepishly, delivering another squeeze to your thigh.
“Riddle I sw-“ your words were cut off by his lips hungrily crashing onto yours, his hand sneaking up to wrap around your throat, softly squeezing down around it. “Shut up.” Mattheo groans as you two break apart, catching your breath. “Let’s forget about it. Just shut up.”
“That’s how you solve your problems, is that it, hm?” You sneer, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. “I am not one of your toys. It doesn’t work li-“
He cocks an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. Another kiss, this time more wanting, hungrier, and to your dismay, you couldn’t help yourself but moan into the kiss.
Then, when you were able to overcome your demons and finally kiss him back, he pulls away, his signature smirk decorating his face. “It doesn’t work like that, huh?” He taunts, winking at you, taking a step back.
Idiot, you think. Your eyebrows furrow, pushing yourself of the wall. “Just shut up.” You murmur, closing the gap between you two another time.
Then, his hands sneak around your waist as he groans into your mouth, pulling you with him as he sinks down onto his bed. Mattheo has you sat on his lap while you two practically devour each other, your hand tugging on his brunette curls, that you, if you now think about it, learned to love over the years. When you then break apart and slowly open your eyes, you find a changed man in front of you. He doesn’t any longer look at you in spite, if anything – with pure lust. A sight you preferred a thousand times over the usual way he would glance at you during classes.
As he is adjusting his posture, slightly thrusting upwards in the process, you feel it. You feel just how hard he is underneath you. You bite your lip and grin, eagerly grinding your hips on him, causing friction just where you need it most. One of his hands guides you, the other trailing up your thigh. He barely touches your skin, yet you feel the burn of his touch. It’s hot, it’s electrifying. It’s what you have secretly desired for a long time. Mattheo steadily makes his way under your skirt, giving the flesh of your ass a firm squeeze. You moan, and as you tilt your head back, he leans in to trail soft, open mouthed kisses all the way from your jaw down to your shoulder and back up. He sucks, bites, leaves marks. “Fuck- you are mine now. Want it or not, I don’t give a damn.”
The only reply you manage is a quick nod, though clearly unsatisfied with your non-verbal answer, his teeth dig into your tender skin, not enough to draw blood, yet enough to leave a bruise. “M’ yours! All yours!” You hiss, not really thinking about what you are saying, too focused on the building ache in your lower stomach, too focused on how his lips feel on your body. “That’s a good girl.” The brunette praises you, now slightly thrusting against you. At this point, you are a mess. You feel your arousal sticking to your panties, surely already having left a wet patch on his trousers as well.
“Merlin Mattheo, please, I need you.” You whine, close to begging him with all you have left just to feel him inside of you. Pathetic, you think to yourself. Mere minutes ago you were still up against his throat. Atleast you now have an answer. The rumours are true after all, he truly knows how to wrap girls around his finger. You just didn’t think he could do it with you. Yet here you are, yearning to have all of him.
He doesn’t leave you much time to rethink your choice, making quick work of your clothes before he flips you around, almost too easily, too skilled, you think, but you don’t dare complain. Not now, when you are too far gone anyway, mind clouded by pure lust.
Mattheo places himself between your legs, and you close your eyes in anticipation. You feel just how hot his breath is against where you need him most, where every nerve of yours is aching to be touched, to be caressed. And so he does, softly at first. He leans down to place a kiss on your clit, drawing a moan from your parted lips.
With your eyes still closed, every single touch, every breath of his feels a hundred times more intense, and you almost shriek when his tongue first slides through your folds, and he groans, the vibrations spreading through your core. “Who knew you would taste so fucking heavenly, hm? You are soaked, and it’s all for me, darling.”
You open your mouth to argue with him, tell him to just shut up and get to work. Mattheo though is just a tad bit quicker and finally wraps his lips around your puffy clit, expertly licking and sucking on it, adding two fingers which immediately find the spongey spot inside of your cunt that has you see stars.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” He demands, and you do as he says, even though it’s hard to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head with how good he’s making you feel.
You threaten to get lost in the depth of his brown eyes that draw you right in as he stares back up at you. And then, you clench around him, exhaling through your mouth as your head falls back, your surroundings suddenly becoming a blur when you feel yourself at the brink of release. One last thrust of his fingers, you think, and your body would shatter, shatter around the very man you despised. But then- suddenly, it’s gone and you feel empty, your orgasm fading away. Your eyes blink open to spot a half amused Mattheo in front of you, licking his fingers clean.
“What the fuck?” You exclaim, catching your breath. “I was so close!”
He laughs. “Darling, the only way you are going to come is around my cock.”
You scoff in return. That fucking idiot. “I hate you, Riddle.”
“You hate me, huh?” He asks with a smirk, voice low and seductive as he pushes himself up, inching closer to your face, now a mere centimetre away from your lips. He looks down at them and back up again to meet your wanting eyes. “Yet, I get to fuck you.”
“Go on then. Do it.” You encourage him, because after all, you have had enough. You need this release, whatever it may cost. He smirks, well aware of how much it infuriates you.
Then finally, you feel his tip pressing against your entrance. And he moves slowly, too slow for your liking. First, he looks down to where your bodies are about to connect, and then, with a bit more doubt present in his voice, he asks you one last question. “You ready? I am not going to be gentle.”
“I don’t want you to be.” You reply huskily, and at last, Mattheo pushes into you. You gasp at his size as you stretch around him, almost painfully so, and he slows down for a moment. “Matt-“
He shushes you. “I know. Just breathe.” You nod. One slow and deliberate thrust after the other, letting you adjust to him. When he feels you relax around him, he finally picks up the pace, your legs wrapped around him as he thrusts into you. “Oh Merlin- please-“ you moan, and he glances down as he hovers over you. “What do you want, darling? Tell me.”
You want him, all of him. Deeper, harder, anything. “Please, I need you. Need more of you.”
Mattheo nods in response, breathing heavily above you, his curls sticking to his forehead as gives you what you want. He slams into you from a different angle now, allowing him to go deeper, brushing against your cervix with almost every thrust.
“Fuck Mattheo, please- I am going to-“ you almost scream, the sensations overwhelming as his fingers find your needy clit, rubbing figure eights on it. “Me too, darling. Let go for me. Show me how pretty you look when you come for me.”
His words send you spiraling over the edge, pure pleasure reverberating ting through your body, and for a moment you feel like you are levitating, levitating from the way your climax had struck you, from the way he was making you feel. You clench frantically around him, and he groans loudly. His thrusts have now become ragged and uneven, cock twitching before he spills himself inside of you at last, thick, hot ropes of cum decorating your inner walls. Mattheo then collapses on top of you, entirely spent as your sweaty bodies embrace each other.
You both catch your breaths as you calm down from your highs, and after a minute he rolls off of you. You sit up, expecting him to tell you to leave either way. Though, he grabs your arm and pulls you against his chest. “Where do you think you are going?”
“I thought you’d want me to go. You know this was only for-“ he sighs and closes his palm over your mouth. “Just shut up.” He says.
You decide to stay with him in the end, lying on his chest. Just as your eyes were threatening to close, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep, he speaks up once more.
“Christmas is the festival of love and peace, I assume you are aware of that?”
You nod and he lets the thought linger in the air for a while.
“Truce?”
“Truce.” You smile.
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just added a little bonus to this, something I have been planning for a while🤭
꧁༺𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒༻꧂
the season of love and peace. (mostly)
𝓣𝖔𝖒 𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊
dec 3rd: ₊˚❆⋆₊ 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽. ₊⋆❆˚₊
Tom doesn't quite approve with your way of coping. | angst, fluff
dec 6th: ₊˚❆⋆₊ 𝓦𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷. ₊⋆❆˚₊
muggle!reader shows Tom around at the Christmas market. | fluff
dec 13th: ₊˚❆⋆₊ 𝓦𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷. | 𝓹𝓽 𝟐 ₊⋆❆˚₊
a muggle girl messing with poor Tom’s head? Seems like she will have to pay for that. | smut
dec 20th:
you bring your best friend home for XMAS dinner. Everything is going well until your family spoils the moment by exposing one of your secrets you have long forgotten about... | smut
BONUS
dec 31st: *✩‧₊ 𝕭𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝕭𝖔𝖞. ˚✧˖*
waking up next to your boyfriend on his birthday has its perks. | smut
jan 9th: *✩‧₊ 𝕭𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑. ˚✧˖*
after spoiling you the entire day, Tom makes sure your special day ends in a blast. | smut
𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖔 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖋𝖔𝔂
dec 28th: coming soon...
𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖔 𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊
dec 1st: ₊˚❆⋆₊ 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓾𝓽 𝓾𝓹. ₊⋆❆˚₊
showing up at his dorm to accuse him of cheating on a Potions exam turns out to be the wrong decision. Or is it?… | smut
dec 17th: ₊˚❆⋆₊ 𝓒𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷. ₊⋆❆˚₊
after staying a night in a cabin up the mountains, you find yourself snowed in the next morning. What will you two come up with to pass time? | smut
dec 25th: coming soon...
#smutmas#tom riddle fluff#tom riddle x reader#tom riddle smut#tom riddle fanfiction#draco malfoy x reader#draco malfoy smut#draco malfoy fanfiction#mattheo riddle fanfiction#mattheo riddle smut#mattheo riddle x reader
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