Spend the night - TransMasc!Din Djarin x Mandalorian!Female Reader | nsfw
Summary: You met Din through a mutual contact and you also happen to be the only other person he’s met from his religion in recent months. After a few meetings, the two of you confide in each other for some relief.
Warnings: this is a SLOW BURN, defiance of religion (helmet removing), age gap (25/39), ServiceTop!Din, touch starvation, fingering, oral sex(reader receiving), mentions of marriage, Din hasn’t had bottom surgery
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This one’s dedicated to Ruby, happy birthday queen 🫶
When you first met Din Djarin, it came as a surprise to both of you. One of your former contacts had insisted you meet him due to your shared religion. You were two of a kind in this wide expanse of a galaxy, and members of your religion were getting fewer and fewer.
People of your kind were going extinct.
That’s why when you first met him, you hindered him speechless. Your helmet was beskar, just like his but shaped differently, your visor more narrow than his. Din was immediately more trusting and compassionate towards you compared to everyone else, even your shared contact. He confided in you instantly, asking how you survived the Mandalorian purge and if you were from the group on Nevarro.
The trust through your religion was instant, not many of you existed. If any at all. Those who survived were dependant on each other if they crossed paths, especially in a situation like this when the both of you were bounty hunters. You were solo workers, so this was new.
You shared your names, your jobs, and what contractors you both knew. Your armour wasn’t as lavish as his, you still had a leather chest piece with titanium beneath to protect you from blaster shots, your cod piece and leg armour was the same. You could tell he was high demand, you’d heard of his success stories from other people, specifically Greef Karga, who you’ve worked with in recent years. The man wouldn’t stop raving about him, but you couldn’t exactly blame him.
You bumped into Din a handful of times after your first meeting, he was always the gentleman and, once again, treated you much less coldly than others. You wouldn’t title yourself as friends, that term was too informal, you were more likely acquaintances.
But tonight was different. This time the both of you were on Tatooine, once again your meeting was unplanned. You found him in the bar, chatting with some of the townsfolk of Mos Eisley, and decided to join him. You called out his name when the others were distracted, and he jolted in suspense.
“You again” He called briskly, composing himself as he wordlessly pulled a seat for you to take. You chuckled under your helmet and thanked him for the seat, hanging your arm over the back of it as you crossed your legs, dumping your bag at the floor.
“Is my company that unpleasant?” You raised a brow beneath your helmet, knowing your tone wouldn’t correlate to your expressionless mask. Din cleared his throat, his T shaped visor facing down at his gloved hands.
“I apologise, that didn’t come out right”
“It’s fine, no hard feelings” You smirked, tilting your helmet to the side so you could spectate other people chatting over drinks, wishing you could do the same with the man sitting beside you.
“You been here long?” You ask curiously, resting an elbow on the table as Din nodded his head.
“Just here for a bounty” He stated calmly.
“Funny, so was I” You smiled underneath your helmet, tilting your head towards him as he done the same. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, both spectating the scenery displayed around you. Locals were merry, celebrating together for a reason unknown, their happiness was rubbing off on you.
Some people walked past your table with wary glances, it was certainly an odd scene. It was a 1 in a million chance to see two Mandalorian’s sitting beside one another. Your people were such a rarity, it made Din that much more closer to you.
You snuck a glance to the motionless hunter sitting next to you, his visor directed away from you as he watched some of the locals dance to old village jigs. At this moment, something shifted within you. Some feeling towards him swirled into more, your pupils dilating as you recalled all the moments you met before.
There was an unmistakable tension that riddled you both, it appeared every time the two of you came into close proximity, even without saying a word. You didn’t know if it was because of your religion… maybe that was the reason he was so trusting of you. But you couldn’t help but feel that wasn’t the whole case.
You certainly felt more towards him than you cared to admit. He was incredibly captivating as a man, nevermind a Mandalorian. His voice differed from everyone else’s and kept you up some nights, thoughts running wild as you lay in bed with your helmet off. His cold, distant exterior mirrored yours, but he was so much more domineering than you. His skill, his years of experience, his devotion to the Guild, it all built this terrible attraction you had towards him. Yet he was a man born from war, with emotional baggage beyond comprehension on his shoulders. You didn’t want to pose as a distraction, which is why you’ve kept your distance if you’ve ever ran into him.
“You’ve been quiet for a while” Din commented, aware of your unusual absence from the moment. You cleared your throat, fixing the collar of your uniform and accidentally showing the skin of your neck to Din, who in return immediately looked away and sucked in a breath.
“I’m just a bit tired” You covered up your inappropriate thoughts of him quickly, crossing your legs and leaning back in your chair as you folded your arms over your chest plate.
“Do you have a place to stay tonight?” He asked curiously. You shook your head.
“Unless you call the pilot seat of my ship a place to stay, no” You joked dryly, playing with the leather padding of your gloves as you awaited his reply.
“I’ve got some spare space on the Razor Crest” Din’s voice was quiet, as if he was hesitant to offer a place on his ship in the first place. You tipped your bucket to look at him front on, uncrossing your legs.
“You’d really make room for me?” You were partially shocked, but a part of you waited for an opportunity like this. Din nodded his head once and subtly fiddled with his hands.
“You’re part of the creed, not offering you safety would be against the code, we should care for each other” Din brushed off any hint of further intention as he looked away from you and back to the crowd. You clenched your jaw beneath your helmet and shrugged to yourself, throwing away any hesitance that might’ve held you back.
“Okay then, razor crest it is” You stood up, taking your bag from the floor. Din quickly copied your movements. “It’s getting late, we should head back now if we want to avoid any raiders” You suggested, scanning the room for any suspicions before heading towards the exit. Din wordlessly followed, keeping his hand firmly on his pistol as you both left the building.
The journey back was peaceful, the two of you were walking side by side with a meter between you. Neither of you thought of anything good enough to say, thinking the other would judge.
The sky was fading to black, more people were walking the opposite direction from you and heading straight for the bar for late night activities. Your night was ending, but you were secretly relieved to be spending it with Din. Maybe this was an opportunity to talk to him more, learn a few things about him. You had no clue what makeshift bed he was going to pull, but you wouldn’t complain no matter how bad the conditions were. You were grateful for anything but your pilot seat in your tiny ship.
You could see the Razor Crest parked beside a Bantha farm, your body cried with joy, anticipating the rest that awaited you. Din seemed just as tired, dragging his legs towards his ship as he switched the ramp open when you were just a minutes distance from it.
You tailgated Din inside the ship, unsure of where to go as he closed the ramp behind you both and walked up the ladder leading to his cockpit. You sat down on one of the benches, wrapping your arms around you as you waited for him to come back down. You heard the ship start up, but it didn’t leave the ground just yet. Din returned back from the cockpit and opened up the locker hiding in the corner of the spacious loading chamber. Inside were a few blankets and pillows, and a few extra weapons for good measure.
“You can choose where to sleep, there’s an extra seat in the cockpit, or you can sleep down here on the benches. Unfortunately there’s not a lot of comfortable spaces” Din sounded genuinely apologetic, but you waved him off and chucked.
“It’s fine, I’ll just take the bench, have you got a fresher somewhere?” You ask, taking the blankets and pillow Din offered and placing them on the bench closest to the ladder. He pointed at the far end of the ship nearby the same cabinet from before, his head turning to look in the same direction.
“Towels are already in the fresher, take as much time as you need” He said kindly, moving to make more room for you on the narrow bench in an attempt to make it as comfortable as possible. You smiled underneath your helmet, feeling your cheeks flush with heat as you watched him with a soft gaze.
“Vor entye, Din” You bowed your head, your tone giving away the smile on your face. Din nodded his head back, turning on his foot to return to the cockpit. You waited until he left before you removed your armour. You left your chest plate and cod piece on the bench, followed by your armoured sleeves and leg pads. You walked to the fresher, sheathing open the door and shimmying into the cramped space. You stripped your blacks, hesitantly removing your beskar and leaving it just outside the fresher door before closing it.
The shower was the best thing you’d experienced in days, the cold water cleansing your body from any built up dirt, grime and sweat. You spent a solid 10 minutes massaging your scalp with shampoo, enjoying the waters touch as it covered your bare body.
As you turned the shower off, you yelled out to Din, warning him that you’d be stepping out. He called back, still up in his cockpit.
You grabbed the towel hanging just above you in the fresher, drying off your hair and patting your wet body before stepping out of the fresher, the cold causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. You crept over the floor and noticed Din had laid out some fresh blacks for you. They weren’t suited for your body, maybe not for your legs, but you gladly accepted the top. It was clear it was one of his space ones, the chest was loose and the cuffs of your sleeves dropped low from your wrists. Thankfully, you left some spare pants in the bag you brought on the ship, quickly rummaging around and slipping them through your legs as you dried off the ends of your hair.
You took a moment to breathe in the fresh air without your helmet, closing your eyes and smiling. You didn’t often have a moment like this, a moment where you could stand still and enjoy the feeling of nothing on your head. You done everything with your helmet on, you even slept in it, so this was a rare occasion.
The moment only lasted a few seconds as you picked up your helmet from the floor and placed it back onto your head, making sure your hair was tucked in neatly and no part on your face or jaw was showing.
“Can I come up?” You raised your voice from down below, holding onto the ladder as you awaited Din’s reply.
“Sure, I’ve just prepared some rations for us” the older Mandalorian replied, enticing you as your stomach grumbled. You climbed up the ladder carefully, your bare hands pulling yourself up to the cockpit. You were sure Din wouldn’t mind seeing your skin, it wasn’t as taboo as seeing your face.
As Din turned around in his seat to greet you, you noticed his gaze lingering on your bare legs, as if he was surprised.
“Here, we can eat back to back” He passed you a ready made ration pack, standing up from his seat so he could take his place on the floor. You copied his actions, sitting down cross legged, facing away from him as you waited for the sound of his helmet being removed.
This made you nervous, you didn’t really know Din or his story but you were already at this intimate level of trust with him. The two of you could eat in each others company without bother, but a part of you was thinking this was moving too fast. You could do anything to him without his helmet on, it was impressive how much trust he placed in you.
You removed your helmet from your head, letting your hair fall down your shoulder blades and caress the back of dins armour. You looked out the window, noticing the sky was littered with bright beautiful stars, and some tiny looking planets which could’ve been mistaken for stars. You used your hands to pick up your rations, thankfully none of it was wet or sticky, and silently fed yourself as your back pressed against Din’s.
“Why do you trust me so much?” You couldn’t help but ask, shuffling your legs as you readjusted your position on the floor. Din chewed his food quietly and swallowed before answering.
“You’re part of the creed” His voice sounded so much more intense without his vocoder, it nearly made you jump. Your skin tingled with warmth after you heard his gravelly tone right behind you, trying to push the lewd thoughts that invaded your brain so suddenly.
“I know, but you don’t know my story, who’s side I’m on, if I’m working for anyone” You sigh, taking a small bite of the slightly stale bread in your box. “I don’t need to, stop worrying” He stated softly, looking down on the ground and noticing your hand was placed near his. He knew it wasn’t wrong, but seeing your real hand without any gloves on was strange. Seeing you without trousers on was stranger, it sent a flourish of racing thoughts to his head and maybe his trousers. You spoke of him being too trusting with you, but you were contradicting yourself.
A moment of silence erupted between the both of you, you could hear Din’s soft breathing. It sounded so strange, but you guaranteed he felt the same about you. His armour pressed against your back, digging into your shoulder blades but you didn’t say anything. It was somewhat comforting, almost as much as the close proximity of your hands. You kept looking down at your hand beside his gloved one, thinking of what it would be like to hold. He was busy quietly eating his rations, leaning his weight on his hand as you fought the idea of engaging physically with him. But it sounded so endearing, you’d do anything with him over anyone else.
“Can I-… can I hold your hand?” The question was so sudden, it nearly made Din choke on his rations. Your question brought out so much curiosity in Din’s brain, he wasn’t sure why you asked. But he found himself genuinely contemplating saying yes, knowing he was just as touch starved as you sounded. Din inhaled sharply through his nose, his lips sealed tight as the silence fell heavy on the both of you. You spluttered out a quick apology but your words stumbled over when his hand grabbed yours, his head still strictly facing away from your now held hands. You froze in your seat and blushed a furious heat, shifting your hand so your thumb brushed over his bare skin. You closed your eyes, leaning the back of your head and back against his.
“This is… nice” Din found himself commenting, placing his pack of empty rations down at his feet before looking up at his reflection through the glass separating you both from the vacuum of space. He could only see your hair, but he tried not to look too much. He could feel your strands on his neck, it nearly made him shiver.
“Yeah… I’ve never done this before” You swallowed, bringing your knees up to your chest as you continued to hold his hand. Dins eyes widened, his mouth opening to speak but nothing came out at first. He took a glance down at your hands and brushed your skin with his thumb.
“Neither have I” Din said sincerely. He truly never held someone’s hand like this before, only his mothers when he was a young child. The skin to skin contact was throwing him off, causing his face to heat and his pupils to dilate as you experimentally traced your thumb over his skin.
Neither of you knew where to go from here, but you both sensed the thick unmissable tension in the air. You felt a pull to his body behind you, even though your back was against his and his hand was intertwined with yours. He didn’t know if you felt affection like he did towards you, which developed ever since he laid eyes on you and your emotionless visor. Din couldn’t deny, you were the most committed Mandalorian he’d met in decades, it caused his heart to stir. Your loyalty to the creed and your cold temperament towards non believers made him truly fascinated by you.
In a galaxy with near to no Mandalorians, he saw you as something much more intense. Your presence scuffed his emotions, your voice was something he reminisced about many a nights, and now your physical connection to him was growing into something dangerous.
Where to go from here?
“Have you ever shown your face?” Din asked.
“Never” You answered sharply, not having to think twice. The older Mandalorian was oddly relieved by your answer.
“Can you tell me what it looks like?” Din gulped after he asked, terrified in case he crossed a line. But instead of being shocked like you should’ve been, you held back a smile and squeezed his hand reassuringly.
“Well, I’m human for starters” You chuckled, causing Din to smirk as he felt your shoulders move with your laugh.
“I’m not quite sure how to explain my face” You ponder, thinking how to go around this for a brief few seconds until Din piped up.
“How ‘bout this,” The older man still held onto your hand as he readjusted his back against yours.
“You can ask me any question you want about my face, and I’ll give an honest answer” Din smiled as you squeezed his hand, a thousand inquiries suddenly flooding your brain.
“I’ve always wanted to know, do you have a beard?” You couldn’t hold back the giggle that parted through your lips.
“Yeah, but it’s trimmed since it gets itchy under the helmet” Din couldn’t help but squeeze your hand as he laughed through his answer.
“Okay okay, what’s your eye colour?”
“Brown” He answered bluntly.
“I knew it!” You seemed to make that comment to yourself, but it amused Din regardless.
“How about you ask me some questions?” You suggest curiously, noticing the breath that Din sucked in after processing your question. He felt like he was overstepping a boundary, even though he told you some of his features. It felt wrong.
“Only if you’re comfortable”
“With you? Absolutely” You smiled.
He blushed.
“How long is your hair?” He asks, fidgeting gently with his uniform zipper, unknowingly to you.
“I’ve grown it out, it’s quite long” You reply, your tone holding no indication of discomfort or reluctance. You laced your fingers through your hair, it was just past your collarbones now.
“You sound a lot less… intimidating without your vocoder, I think I like it more” Din mumbled gruffly, although he did his best to hide any hint of bashfulness.
“I mean… it’s okay” you say, a slight twang of Mando’a he could hear much clearer than before.
“No, I mean it, your voice is… nice” he mumbles, and you feel a flutter in your heart.
“Is your hair curly?” You ask after a moments silence.
“Yeah… why?” Din frowns.
“I can feel it on the back of my neck” you smile gently, as if it isn’t the single most intimate contact you’ve had in over a decade.
“Yeah, it needs cut” he grumbles passively.
“No- I’m sure it’s nice” you blurt, cheeks slightly rosy as you try to avoid acting like a fool.
“You… you wanna feel it?” Din asks quietly, and the question makes your breath hitch.
“Is that even allowed?” You frown.
“It is, you just can’t see my face” he reminds gently, and you can only roll your eyes.
“So what, do we kill the cockpit lights or do we both face each other with our eyes closed?” You chuckle.
“Maybe killing the lights will be a better plan” The older Mandalorian grunts. You don’t get time to ask what he’s doing before you hear his footsteps, looking away instinctively so he couldn’t see your face. He walks over to the ship panel, you don’t look, too scared to see anything you shouldn’t. And then… darkness.
You let out a small noise of surprise, met only with the sight of the white dots speckling the galaxy outside the ship. The ship however? Was now in darkness.
“Better?” He grunts as he sits back down, this time facing you. You still had your back turned to him.
“A little” you mumble, slowly turning around to face him. You couldn’t make him out even if you tried. This was… genius?
“You sure this isn’t wrong?” You ask as he takes your hand, guiding it up to his hair.
“No, we just can’t see each other’s faces” din sighs, just as your fingers make the first contact with his curls. You gasp, the texture so soft and smooth. You get a bit carried away and lace your fingers gently through his hair, until you touch his scalp, causing him to let out a gentle groan.
“Sorry,” you flinch, pulling your hand away.
“No-! No, it’s okay” Din clears his throat, blushing although you couldn’t see it.
“Your hair’s nice” you smile, and he can hear the smile in your voice.
“Thanks… can I touch yours?” He huffs, and you take his hand in response and gently bring it up to your hair. He feels it gently, the strands delicate between his rough fingertips as he hums deeply. The sound that made your stomach flip. Was it getting warmer in here?
Yeah… maybe it was you, the heat coming from inside, blooming in your lower tummy as Din threaded his fingers through your hair.
“Your hands are warm,” you chuckle nervously, but there’s a heat to your words as you try to ignore the fluttering feelings in your body.
Din smirked, and gently ran his fingers through your scalp. An advance, maybe?
“I’ve been told” He huffed, not pulling away just yet. You swore you could almost see the faint gleam of his eyes from the simmering starlight outside.
Instinctively, you leaned into his touch slowly, placing a hand over his. His movements froze, and you could tell he was looking at you through the darkness.
“Feels nice” you mumble quietly, anxiously, as if you weren’t sure he’d reciprocate the gesture. But surely enough, his other hand came up to gently cup your cheek in the dark.
“You trying to tell me something?” He grunted softly in the dark, his voice a hushed whisper.
“What do you think I’m trying to tell you?” You whisper with a smile.
“I think you’re trying to get close” Din coos lowly, his hand tracing over your cheek and jaw, before gently sloping down to your neck.
“Too close” he whispers.
“And what if I am?” You challenge quietly, your heart racing. Maker, you wanted to kiss him even though it was wrong.
“Then I’ll bite” Din mumbles, a slight waver to his voice as if he was both excited and nervous.
“Yeah?” You perk up slightly, leaning closer to place a hand on his thigh, or whatever part of his leg it was. You couldn’t see shit in this darkness.
He sucked in a breath and let out a shaky exhale.
“Yeah” He groans.
In seconds, you were on him.
You pressed your lips to his softly, your breaths already a little shaky from the anticipation as he kisses back slowly, as if it’s been a while since he’s kissed anyone. But it’s taking him everything not to just throw you down and take you like an animal.
He’s wanted you ever since he met you all those months ago.
His stubble is scratchy against your face but it turns you on even more, wondering what it would feel like on certain areas of your body.
“Din-“ You pant against his lips, just as he hauls you onto his lap, his large hands gripping your ass hard as his tongue laps into your mouth, kissing you harder. You gasp softly at the erotic invasion, kissing back with equal fervour.
“Shh” He coos lowly, his hips gently shifting up against yours so you could feel how heated he was.
He runs his fingers up your arms gently, eliciting a breathless gasp from your lips as goosebumps race over your skin, your own body growing sensitive against his.
“Can I…?” Din pants softly as he toys with the hem of your shirt- well, it was technically his…
“Please” You whisper, raising your arms with permission. The shirt was discarded in milliseconds, leaving you exposed in the cold cockpit air. Din’s calloused hands were warm and almost comforting when they found your newly exposed skin.
You peppered kisses over his neck as you gripped the hem of his shirt feverishly, but something within din suddenly fell quiet as he grabbed your hands.
“Is everything okay?” You ask immediately, making sure you didn’t cross any boundaries.
“Yeah, I just-“ Din lost his footing as he tried to speak.
“There’s something I haven’t told ya” he huffs. You frown with concern before placing another kiss on his jugular.
“Don’t tell me you’ve got any STD’s” you mumble out of instinct. That made Din bark out a soft but anxious laugh.
“Kriff, no- it’s- it’s not that” He stammered.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me, or you don’t, I don’t mind” you whisper with reassurance as you run your hands down his body. He shuddered.
“You promise?” He whispered. You nodded.
“On my ancestors souls” you whisper. Din visibly relaxed before reluctantly pulling his shirt off. You weren’t sure what had him in such a tizzy as you kissed him again, running your hands down his body when-
You suddenly felt two bold scars around his chest area, the skin smooth and sensitive as din hissed softly.
You felt around more, your touch incredibly gentle, and suddenly it clicked into place.
“Oh din…” You whisper longingly into the darkness of the cockpit.
“Why didn’t you just say?” You coo gently, leaning back as he let out a shaky breath. His hands still held your waist, scared to let go.
“Still into it?” He mumbled, half expecting you to say no and cut things off as they were.
“Into it? If you think I’ve got a problem with who you are, then maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought” you whisper in a lower tone, which caused him to shudder as he sighed with pure relief.
“Then let’s not fuck around any longer” Din panted as his calloused hands touched you with more urgency. He hoisted you back onto his lap just before his fingers gently tweaked your rosy nipples, not too harsh, but just enough to make your back arch as his teeth dragged down your collarbone.
Your hips softly buck against his to gain some kind of friction, and it causes him to whimper almost silently against your chest as he captures one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue circling it in soft strokes which made you gasp.
“Tease” you pant, earning a rough smirk from him as he dragged his nails down your back, just enough to be deliciously sore.
“You’re the one who’s been teasing me for hours” he pants, tongue trailing over to your other neglected nipple. The cold air where his mouth has been makes you squirm, shivering with sensitivity as your hands grip his shoulders a bit more firmly, nails creating half crescent moons on his tanned skin.
Din pushed you down a moment later on the cool cockpit floor, and you barely had time to complain when his hands ran down your skin, fingertips tantalisingly skimming down to the hem of your panties. He bites back a shaky groan.
“Can I touch you?” Din almost moans out, restraining himself as he kissed down your stomach. You closed your eyes and sighed with delight.
“Please” you whisper hoarsely.
He almost moaned when he heard your breathless permission, thick fingers hooking at either side of your panties to pull them off as he mouthed at your hipbone. You blinked and they were off, thrown somewhere unimportant in the cockpit as his mouth latched onto your inner thighs, pressing gentle kisses and soft bites in his wake.
“Din” You whimper softly as your fingers tenderly tangle through his brunette curls. He grunted in response as his tongue gently flattened over a bite mark.
“Let me feel you” Your voice whispers with a lewd cocktail of desire, desperation, and submission. You were his, you wanted him to treat you that way.
“Say please” Din hummed against your skin as his hands cradled your thighs on his bulky shoulders.
“…Please” You whisper with a quiet huff, not used to begging or having to ask for what you wanted.
His lips curled into a grin before he gently pressed a kiss over your swollen clit, sending a gorgeous shiver down your spine as you closed your eyes and sighed.
“Good girl” he coos, just as his tongue finally makes contact, flattening against your mound before his lips sealed around your nub with dangerous precision.
Your moans come out uncontrollably at first, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over with the first signs of promising pleasure, fist tightening slightly in his hair.
He’s slow but not too soft, his tongue grazing in gentle circles over your most sensitive part, his eyes closed with precision (even though you couldn’t see that). He groans at your taste, tongue sliding down to gather more arousal as his hands push your thighs back, spreading you open a little more wider.
Great gods…
Your hips instinctively buck and rock against his tongue, little moans and whines slipping from your lips which were plump from his kisses. He smirks against you, calloused hands stubbornly pinning your hips to the floor so you didn’t squirm too much. It made you groan.
“That feels… so good,” you pant as you hold onto his head in some effort to ground yourself. You couldn’t see him, but by gods you wish you could. You could imagine it… his blown pupils, his tongue, his swollen lips, his stubble scratching the inside of your thighs.
Your back arched off the floor as his thick fingers gently probed your slick entrance. He growled at how wet you were, intensifying the pressure of his tongue just a tiny bit as one finger slid in. Even that had you gasping, clenching lightly around the digit as his tongue kept moving.
“Please, I want more” you whine out breathlessly, toes curling in your socks, looking down where he was, even though you couldn’t see shit.
“Yeah?” Din cooed, lapping gently at you.
“Tell me exactly what you want” he pants, growing desperate himself.
“Curl your fingers, please- I want it harder” You moan hazily, eyes blearily gazing at the stars as you felt your pulse pounding in your ears.
Din moans against you, almost like an eager mutt, his fingers curling at the perfect angle and gently pressing against that spongy spot inside you that had you crying out louder than before.
Your legs shuddered as you tugged his hair, earning a sharp hip thrust against the cockpit floor from Din. He amplified his antics, his tongue rolling in deep, rapid circles as his fingers curled rhythmically inside you.
It was so much, almost too much.
“I- I can’t last long-“ you pant, chest heaving as your sounds of pleasure echoed around the pitch black cockpit. He didn’t need light to know where everything was, or to guide his actions.
“Good, I want to feel you cum on my tongue” Din panted harshly against your clit, before his tongue returned, leaving your brain dizzy and desperate.
The pressure builds shockingly fast in your stomach when he utters those filthy words, the elastic band tightening in your core as your vision goes cloudy.
“Fuck, there-!” You gasp loudly, eyes rolling back as the band snaps, gushing on Din’s tongue and fingers as got climax hard. You could barely form a coherent thought, only registering the searing hot pleasure vibrating all over your body as his tongue continues to circle, only softer now.
His breathing is rough and hoarse, borderline moaning against you as he eventually comes to a stop, lips, fingers and chin wet with the evidence of your ecstasy.
“Fuck, you sound so god damn pretty when you cum” Din pants, climbing back up your body to slam his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
As the kiss grows sloppier, you feel him grab something from under the cockpit counter, nearby his copilot seat, something… big.
You don’t look, you just let him keep kissing you as he fumbles with this object in his hands. A toy? A strap? Hell, it could be anything…
“Think you can take more?” Din coos gently, pulling away from the kiss, a string of saliva between your lips.
“Of course I can” you huff with a bashful, confident smile, continuing to lay down as he softly clicked something around his waist.
Ah.
That’s what it was.
“You’ve got a strap-on?” You inquire with quiet disbelief and impress, eyes wide and trying to find his in the pitch black cockpit.
“Obviously” Din smirked, and you could practically envision the cocky little smile he had on his face as his hands gently parted your knees, his touch gentle but dominant.
“Wanna hear you scream for me-“ he purred against your ear as he pressed his body against yours, his hips snug between your legs as something warm and silicone pressed up against your pussy, his tongue licking a gentle stripe up your jaw. You shivered.
“Then make me” Your words come out in a borderline shy execution, not bratty like you hoped. He chuckled deeply before kissing you senseless, tongue parting your lips as his hands gently clutched one of your breasts, rolling a nipple between his fingers.
“Are you ready?” Din asks breathlessly against the kiss. You nod and brace.
“Ah-ah… words, baby” He smiles, nipping your bottom lip as he gently rocked against you.
“Yes, I’m ready” You whisper hoarsely at his gentle reprimand, his thorough consent turning you on even more.
“Good” He kissed your jaw, just as his hips finally pushed in…
You suck in a sharp breath, biting back a groan as his cock gently nudged inside slowly, his senses on heightened alert to make sure he wasn’t hurting you or making any uncomfortable movements.
“That’s it” He coos gently as he peppers your jaw and neck with devoted kisses, his tongue smoothing over if his teeth ever left marks.
He sank inside slowly, causing you to let out a sweet mewl as your eyes closed and your head hit the cockpit floor. The strap was a perfect size, not too large, not too small, and not even too thick. It was enough to knock the wind out of you without being too sore of a stretch.
Din ground gently against the harness of the strap as he bottomed out inside you, letting out a soft huff, knowing you were filled by every inch. He bit gently into your shoulder as he shifted his hips slightly, letting out a wounded sound.
You take a moment to adjust to the size, hips gently shifting against his, hoarse sighs and pants leaving your rosy lips as you reach for him in the darkness.
His hands rest at either side of your head as he looks down, knowing your head was there, but cloaked in darkness.
“Feel okay?” He whispers softly as he leans down and navigates your silhouette, lips feverishly kissing and biting along the slope of your neck.
“Yes, gods…” The words are rough as they leave your lips, but you don’t find enough energy to care.
“Move, please” You mewl. He obeys the command almost instantly. His hands grip your hips firmly, fingertips pressing in just the right amount to warn you not to move. Din lets out a soft huff, the strap pressed down just right over his clit as he pulled out and thrusted back in with intention.
“Yeah? You want it?” He almost whimpers out the words, hips starting to move back and forth in slow but deep movements as his lips find your jaw.
“You gonna make me beg?” You pant, shivering at every thrust.
“You know I want to hear it” He purrs against your ear as his teeth nip your lobe. Your hips buck excitedly against his at how close his deep voice was, your back arching.
“Din,” you whine softly as his hips pick up just a bit, but not enough for you to feel rewarded.
“I want you to fuck me hard” You breathe out with flustered confession, earning a deep groan from Din as his hips stuttered slightly against yours.
“That’s right… so good for me,” He cooed as his hips finally picked up the pace, a hand gripping your thigh and resting it against his hip as he finally gave you what you wanted. The sudden intensity had you reeling, uncontrollable mewls and moans echoing around his tiny cockpit as your nails raked down his back. He hissed at the sensation, his hips rocking hard and almost punishing against yours as the sweet sounds of skin slapping filled the air.
Din’s own low moans mingled with yours as the strap rubbed just right against him, sending little shocks of electricity through his body with every rock of his hips.
“Fuuuck, takin’ me so well” Din let out a sound between a growl and a moan as he fucked you hard and fast. You could only whine in response, the sensations and his words making you feel so much more vulnerable.
“Think you can take more?” He huffs as his thumb gently presses just above your clit, making your back arch instinctively as a wounded whimper left your lips.
“Yes” You gasp with delight as he presses down properly this time, thumb circling your swollen clit with a perfect rhythm, in tandem with his thrusts.
You were overwhelmed in the best way, toes curling and the coil in your stomach returning with a vengeance. Din was close too, you could tell from his moans and grunts that grew more frequent with every delicious thrust.
“Fuck, I’m so close” You almost cry out the words as your hips jut upwards as the sensitivity and pressure grew in your lower abdomen. You tried to last longer.
“Nu-uh baby, don’t you fuckin’ dare run from this” Din growled, pressing his body more firmly against yours to stop you from squirming so much. You whined loudly at his dominant tone, the sound was cut off with a bruising kiss and stubble that scratched your lips and chin. His fingers continued to circle your clit perfectly, speeding up just the right amount
“I want you to cum on my cock, sweet girl, can you do that for me?” He groans deeply against your lips as he leaned his forehead against yours.
“Yes!” You practically squeal as the coil in your stomach tightens almost unbearably. Tears of pure pleasure pricked at your lashes as you finally got there.
You sobbed his name, nails raking hard down his toned back as the first wave of mind numbing climax crashed violently into you. He whimpered at the sharp pain of your nails, his body snug against yours as his hips continue to pound into you. With sharp, short breaths, Din followed soon after. He let out a deep, broken moan as he came, hips snapping clumsily and sloppily as his body shuddered. He bit down into your shoulder to muffle his moans, feeling a little sheepish about how loud and desperate they sounded.
Din collapsed on top of you when the blissful mist of climax started to settle, but there were small tremors in his body as he processed the aftershocks of such an incredible moment. You felt the same, your hands holding him in the dark of the cockpit as your bodies recovered.
The cockpit visors were all foggy with condensation and it smelled of sex, moans and cries of pleasure were replaced with a gentle mechanical drone from the ships engine.
You cradled his head to your chest when he slowly pulled out of you, unclasping the strap clip from his hips so it slid off and fell to the ground. He wanted to be close to you, no barriers between.
“You okay?” You whisper softly, hoarsely, fingers a little shaky as they comb through his hair.
“More than okay” He huffed with exhaustion, nuzzling safely against your chest.
“Good, I think I’m gonna sleep for the whole day tomor-“ your words are suddenly cut off when the cockpit makes a funny mechanical noise, followed by the bulbs on the ceiling to warm up and suddenly burst to life.
You and Din freeze almost immediately.
You can see everything now, and you’re too late to look away from Din when his face and body is revealed. And so is yours.
You both stare at one another with shock and exposure, taking in each others appearances. You knew he was attractive, but oh god…
“Fuck,” you whisper with a bit of dread and mortification, his arms still around you.
“Did we just completely fuck this up?” You huff, knowing your religion banned anyone from seeing each other’s faces unless it involved marriage.
“Yeah… I think so,” he mumbled, but his brown eyes were shamelessly tracing over you, just as his thumb gently grazed your swollen lips.
“No one needs to know but us” Din blurts out with an excuse to make this all seem more repairable than it actually was.
“But the code-?” You stammer.
“I know…“ din whispered, a gentle silence falling upon you both as you both continue to hold one another.
“We could always get married…” Din mumbled after that pause. You looked at him like he’d grown a second head… until the idea actually processed in your head.
“That would cut corners” You mumble with thought, sharing a very knowing gaze with him.
You both smiled softly, just as the cockpit lights flickered out once more.
Blood and Honey - Tom Riddle x Female Reader | Part 2
Summary: After a week of avoidance and contemplation, you finally come face to face with Tom during Slughorn’s Christmas party. Tension runs high, you swear you hate him, but he’s too addictive to resist.
Warnings: heavy romantic tones, enemies to lovers, cat calling, premarital sex, alcohol, fingering, oral (f!receiving), PiV, Tom is not effected by Amortentia in this AU (everyone is over 18)
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BOOMSHAKALAKA
Part 1
If your mother happened to know that you’d done in the medical ward the week prior, she would have a stroke, or at least a heart attack. If there’s one thing your muggle parents always taught you never to do, it was premarital physical relations. It was the 1940’s, sex after marriage was the done thing, but it was a bit different in the wizarding world.
Some students at Hogwarts engaged in thrilling affairs in the school bathrooms or their common rooms when no one else was around, but you never considered it until your endeavours with Tom in the infirmary.
You were thinking about him all week, every day, every hour. You avoided corridors he walked through just so he wouldn’t see you. You’d been avoiding class, studying in your dorm and in hidden corners of the library. One of your friends was a prefect for Ravenclaw, so sometimes you crashed her classes and used the prefect common room as well.
Tom noticed all this from afar.
Your avoidance from him made him curious, but inside he was amused. He found your denial of the situation rather interesting, wondering if you still felt any resentment towards him after what happened. To him, he expected you to pull back. He done things to you no man has ever done, you didn’t know how else to react.
You once sat in class together since it happened, both at other sides of the classroom, but the tension was thick and you felt a hot buzz between your thighs the entire lesson. It was hard concentrating on the subject the professor was teaching when you felt Toms eyes on you the entire time. Safe to say you were the first one who left when class ended.
Today, you had to attend charms class after being warned by one of your professors, knowing your attendance would drop if you continued missing out. So begrudgingly, you took your seat as the first student in class and waited nervously for the others to flood in.
You were sitting at the back of class in your usual seat, scribbling down the topic for today and preparing yourself for the lesson when you noticed him walk in.
Tom was laughing with one of his friends, Avery, who always seemed to get on your nerves. The black haired Slytherin didn’t even notice you at the back of class as he took his seat at the front, making room for Avery as the two opened their satchels and took out their jotters.
You looked away from him quickly, already feeling nauseous as you chewed the tip of your pencil. Others came in a short while afterwards and all took their seats, ready for the lesson.
Your professor started the lecture off by asking the class questions to check their knowledge about advanced charms, he bounced about the class until he eventually asked you a question about the Homorphus charm. You answered confidently, but the sound of your voice rattled Tom’s brain out of boredom. He turned his head, eyes wide with surprise as they settled on your figure at the back of the classroom. Your eyes connected for a brief second, but a sharp jolt of electricity flowed through your veins when you saw the way he looked at you.
Tom turned back around in his seat and suppressed a smile, not a smirk, but a relieved smile. He was glad you were back in class, he didn’t want to be the reason you stopped attending and cause a bad grade.
But Tom noticed the heavy blush adorning your cheeks, the dark hue giving away your embarrassment. He turned his attention back to the professor, hiding an amused smirk.
You scurried out of class clutching your jotters and textbooks, red in the face as you targeted the library for some privacy. The air thickened with uneasy tension after Tom noticed your attendance, you felt sweat on your back and in your palms just at the thought. You pulled open the library doors, making sure it shut behind you before you continued forward.
You walked into a random isle and leaned against the books, exhaling loudly but thankfully no one was around to hush you. You were so on edge, but you weren’t entirely sure if it was a good or bad thing. On one hand, you had to face Tom again at some point after what happened, but on the other hand it was absolutely terrifying. Your body trembled and behind your eyes flashed the memories of what he did to you.
You looked down at your legs, closing your eyes as you remembered his tongue against your wounded thigh, the way his eyes darkened as his tongue caught your blood. Your grip tightened on your textbooks as you recalled his lips against your most intimate areas, his teeth constantly nipping at you as if he was memorising your taste.
A frustrated sigh left your chapped lips as you pulled up a chair at a free study desk just by the window, opening up a random book and forcing yourself to read the contents. Yet nothing could stop your thoughts pushing their way to your attention, you could practically feel his hot breath on you as you covered your face with your hands.
The memory of him stained your soul, the way he made you feel so vulnerable and defenceless against the hospital bed. He had you in his grip in those moments, making you come undone with just his tongue and fingers, it hurt your ego.
You’d admittedly touched yourself countless times after, trying to match the same orgasms he gave you, but nothing ever worked. The only thing that gave you a brief release was your pillow, but even that was rare due to the other girls in your dorm.
Someone abruptly broke you out of your endless trance, your own friend Samantha, who shared potions class with you. She sat down loudly beside you, startling some other students in the process, and placed her hand on your wrist.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you” She chuckled, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as she looked at you excitedly. You cleared your throat and smiled, turning so you could face her.
“What for?” You asked politely, hoping you didn’t look too suspicious before she arrived.
Samantha closed your textbook and grabbed both of your hands, green eyes glistening in the candlelight above your desk.
“Well, for starters, Slughorns been trying to reach you all week but couldn’t find you at all,” The Slytherin student smirked, noticing your eyebrow raise in question.
“He wants you to attend tomorrow’s Slug club party” Her words caused you to groan, purposefully banging your head against the desk as you realised the party was this close. You knew it was happening before the Christmas holidays, it was Slughorns way of welcoming the students back for another term, you even attended the one last year.
“Merlin’s beard, I didn’t realise it was that close” You leaned back in your seat with defeat, looking at Samantha when she giggled at your reaction.
“I’ve been invited as well so you can borrow one of my dresses if you’re short of things to wear” She offered kindly, but you weren’t even sure if she was the same size as you. She saw the hesitance in your eyes and smiled.
“You can come to my dorm before the party, we can get ready together” She squeezed your hands for reassurance. You couldn’t help but nod, not wanting to disappoint her.
Samantha clapped her hands together, happy with your answer. She knew you a lot better than many people at Hogwarts, she’d been your friend for over a year now and without her you’d stay in your shell. But with her support, you could probably survive Slughorns party tomorrow night.
But as you packed your things and left for your dorm, you stopped dead in your tracks when you realised who was also going to Slughorns party. You felt like one of the castle ghosts face palmed you, you felt so stupid.
Tom was going to Slughorns party too. He went to every one, but never under these circumstances. Everytime you both went previously, the night had been full of snarky comments and comments that could’ve been regarded as bullying. But now, oh, why now.
You walked back to your dorm with your tail between your legs, dreading tomorrow.
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The next day came too fast, and so did the moons sudden appearance outside Samantha’s dorm window, reminding you of the time. Slughorns party started at 7 o’clock, it was currently 6:15. Since Samantha’s dorm was so close to Slughorns quarters, it would only be a minutes walk.
You were sitting on the floor cross legged beside Samantha, applying makeup next to the small vanity just beside her bed. The mirror was wide enough for the two of you, knees touching and elbows occasionally bumping. You looked on theme, eyes dark with black liner and lips tinted with rose powder. The party was always darkly lit and attendees would always wear black or dark coloured clothing.
Samantha curled your hair and assisted with your outfit. You opted to wear something comfortable, knowing you wouldn’t spend long at the party. You ended up wearing a knee length dress with short sleeves and a square neckline. It was a perfect balance of casual and endearing.
Slipping on your shoes, you followed Samantha out of the girls dormitory and down the stairs into the common room, arm in arm. A few students lounged on the couches, mostly male, and whistled at the two of you as you left the staircase. Samantha didn’t shy away from the attention and blew a kiss at them, but you just smiled and waved, not sure how to react at the sudden attention. The boys continued howling and calling after you, but Samantha quickly dragged the two of you out into the hallway.
The two of you looked at each other and shared a moment of laughter, trying not to be too loud in case they heard.
As you expected, it didn’t take long at all to arrive at Slughorns party. You were the one to knock on the beautifully carved door, hands clutching at the shrug Samantha lent you.
You spoke with Samantha about something not too important before the door was opened, but your blood immediately ran cold as you locked eyes with the person who answered, dark eyes staring right back at you.
Tom’s face contorted into surprise when he saw it was you, realising this was the closest you’d been since last week. The noise inside the party muffled as his lips parted, as if he was going to say something to you.
“Evening Tom” Samantha greeted coldly, breaking the silence as she glared at him with a fake smile. Tom blinked at her, quickly rolling his eyes and opening the door further so you could both walk in. Samantha went first, then you went second.
You walked past Tom and felt your body shudder as you felt his eyes on you, quickly catching up with Samantha who walked straight towards Slughorn. The professor beamed when his eyes landed on the two of you, arms spread before clapping his hands together.
“How wonderful to see you both!” He shook your hands, but his attention was directed specifically towards you.
“I’m glad you’ve recovered from your brief sickness, I hope to see you in my class tomorrow Miss (S/N)” Slughorn teased, causing a blush to rise on your cheeks. You chuckled, playing along with his antics to avoid any awkwardness.
“Of course, professor” You offered your best smile, relieved when he moved onto Samantha who had a few questions for him about an upcoming assignment.
You walked over to Slughorns extravagant fireplace, standing by it to receive some kind of warmth. You rubbed your hands together, holding them nearby the cackling flames which offered comfort.
Someone behind you quietly cleared their throat, but you didn’t need to turn around to know exactly who it was.
You suppressed a nervous smile, holding your shawl in your arms as you looked over your shoulder. Tom was already looking straight at you when your eyes locked, his face adorning an undeniably handsome smile. You slowly turned your body around so you were facing him, you briefly allowed yourself to study his appearance, knowing he wouldn’t mind.
Tom cleaned up nicely, wearing black dress trousers and a white button up. He ditched his dinner jacket, his sleeves rolled up halfway and the top button at his collar undone. He wore a waistcoat which only made him look even more delectable. You could barely keep your eyes off him, no one could pay you to look away.
“It’s nice to see you” Tom broke the tension, taking a step forward so he was close enough to touch you. You didn’t move back, looking up as he inspected your face intricately. His eyes trailed down to your lips, noticing the tinge of rose coating them. Tom saw the reluctance in your expression, the fear of questioning what happened in the medical ward a week prior. You weren’t an often vulnerable person, nor were you shy, but in this moment you felt like the world would crumble if you uttered a single word to him.
“Are you feeling alright?” Tom asked, keeping his hands firmly in his pockets even though he wanted to brush the loose strand of hair from your forehead. You cleared your throat, looking down at your feet before replying.
“I’ve been fine, my leg healed up nicely” You didn’t mean to sound coy, but you shared a playful smile with Tom as he raised a brow, your minds going to the exact same, dirty place.
“I’m glad to hear, i can see the mark I made didn’t last long either” Tom whispered cruelly, his hand raising to brush just under your jaw, right where he made his mark on you in the infirmary. You shivered at his touch, sucking in a sharp breath as he tucked his hand back into his trouser pocket.
“I had to use some spells to make it heal faster, didn’t want anyone seeing it” You mumbled, aware of the other eyes in the room as other students started filling in. Tom couldn’t stop the smirk that parted his lips, shrugging his shoulders in a gesture of passive agreement, even though he secretly wanted everyone to know.
“I can’t argue that, maybe I should leave more next time-“
“Tom” You hissed, earning a sharp chuckle from him.
“I’m only joking, I’ll be a gentleman for the evening” The Slytherin prefect offered you his arm with a charming grin, dark eyes enticing you closer. You rolled your eyes and put on your best fake glare, keeping up the act you once had before everything happened.
Samantha was indulging in flirtatious conversation with a year 7 Gryffindor, her eye catching the shocking sight of you and Tom Riddle getting along. She almost let her glass slip from her hand, mouth hanging open as she trailed off her sentence.
It was a strange sight, and you did feel rather strange. You felt like you were betraying the person you were before the infirmary incident; the same person who wouldn’t have touched Riddle even if he was the last thing on earth.
But now the dynamic took a scandalous turn. The person you hated most, more than anyone in the entire world, reduced you to pleasured tears against a hospital bed. Knowing that alone made this moment much more intense, and Tom could sense your emotions just by the squeeze you gave his arm as you strolled around the room.
Slughorn’s eyes lit up when the two of you approached him, his expression twisting into subtle shock when he realised you two were arm in arm. The Professor was aware of the long term rivalry between the two of you, so your sudden closeness came as a surprise to him.
“If it isn’t my best students” Slughorn greeted with a large smile on his face.
“Evening Professor, great party as always” Tom bluffed, earning a wink from the Professor who pat him on the shoulder.
“I hope you’re feeling better after that fall you had, Miss (Y/N), I was informed by the healers of your nasty injury” The old man had no clue of the thoughts running through you and Tom’s head the moment he brought up your injury. You had a sudden urge to shove Tom, knowing exactly what he was thinking as he stifled a wicked smirk.
“Thank you, Professor, I’m feeling much better” You assured him with a kind smile, enough to appease Slughorn’s concern.
“I’m glad to hear it young lady, I’m also glad to see the two of you getting along so well” The Professor had a knowing look in his eye, an almost teasing smile growing on his face as you felt yourself blush.
“You could say we’ve put aside our differences” Tom answered, a somewhat ominous tone to his voice. But nevertheless, Slughorn never questioned his favourite student regardless of the suspicion.
“Well, I’m glad! Maybe I should start pairing the two of you together during class” The Professor teased, but a part of you felt inclined to believe he was serious.
Looking at it from Slughorn’s perspective, partnering you and Tom together would make literal and figurative magic. You were both the top students in potions class, but together? You weren’t sure what lengths you could reach.
“I wouldn’t complain, Professor, Miss (S/N) would make an excellent partner” Tom smirked, noticing your fingers slightly tighten against his arm.
“Thank you, Tom” I smile, glancing at Slughorn who raised a playful brow at Tom’s flirty demeanour. Nevertheless, Slughorn kept the idea lingering in his head as he moved onto another student, leaving you and Tom to your own devices once more.
“I think we’d end up killing each other if we were partnered together” You whispered with a quiet chuckle.
“Hmm, maybe you’re right” Tom raised a hand to gently brush a loose strand away from your forehead, a strangely sweet and intimate gesture no one had ever done for you before.
“Your friend- what was her name… Samantha,” Tom sighed.
“She hasn’t stopped glaring at me for the past five minutes, I assume she carries a certain distaste for me?” Tom asked you in a sultry tone, his beady eyes glancing down at you.
“Most likely, she’s probably just confused” You brush off his concerns about Samantha, knowing you would face her wrath the next day.
Just as he was about to reply, Slughorn announced the meal would be starting, beckoning all the students closer to the dining table which was set with delicious food.
You separated from Tom and sat beside Samantha, who blatantly stared you down as you settled into the antique armchair. Her blue eyes felt icy on your face as you turned to meet her gaze, realising she was silently inquiring about Tom.
“Since when did you and Mister Dark and Broody get along?” She muttered under her breath as she took a sip of champagne on the table. You bit your tongue for a few seconds, about to answer when Slughorn pinged his knife against his wine glass, preparing all of us for a speech. Everyone’s mumbling turns into silence as all eyes settle on the potions teacher.
“Thank you all for coming to our Christmas Slug Club party, I’m delighted you all could make it,” Slughorn starts with a dashing smile, his cheeks slightly rosy from all the red wine he consumed.
“Tonight we celebrate the greatness that has come from each and every student sitting at this table. You have all exceeded magnificently in your studies, I am honoured to know such charming students” Slughorn stated with a positively delightful tone. You couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed on your own face, knowing he truly meant it towards every person at the table. Everyone toasted and cheered to his speech, clinking glasses together and mumbling praise before dinner began.
The plates magically blossomed with food, your eyes lit up at the ensemble of delicious combinations and condiments. You didn’t waste a moment, picking at the food politely with your work before taking a sip of wine. Samantha cleared her throat beside you, her eyes already looking at you.
“Continuing our conversation; Mister Slytherin Prefect has a soft spot for you now. When on earth did that happen?” The Gryffindor mumbled as other students dispersed in their own conversations. You sighed, knowing this conversation was inevitable.
“One day, we decided to put aside our immaturity and focus on better things. There’s no other reason” You answer, trying your absolute best to avoid any further suspicion. The last thing you wanted Samantha knowing was the truth.
Samantha gave you a sarcastic glare, knowing you were lying to her. But she didn’t pry, instead she dug into her own food and mumbled something to herself, her knife digging into her steak a little too harshly.
As your eyes searched around the table, you immediately looked back down at your plate once you noticed Tom already looking at you. Your neck rose with heat, your ears turned red, it felt so provocative for such a simple gesture. You took a gamble of bravery and looked up once again, this time meeting Tom’s gaze and not looking away.
His gaze was all consuming, his eyes were almost black, peering into the very depths of your soul with just a simple glance. Tom’s presence at the table was bold, he had his friends sitting at either side of him with smug expressions as they looked across the table at other students. But Tom wasn’t interested in anyone else, he didn’t even look at his friends if they spoke to him. He offered the most subtle glance, but it had your heart racing. You could feel your corset become rather suffocating, your chest gently rose every time you inhaled, accentuating your cleavage in the dress you were wearing. Tom didn’t miss that detail. He also didn’t miss the timid posture you expressed after your eyes met.
Dinner had come to an end, you managed to eat most of it but your mind was too occupied with Tom, you ended up skipping desert.
Students moved to the large space in Slughorn’s quarters to dance, a floating quartet playing classical in the corner. Samantha walked over to the dance floor with the 7th year Gryffindor she was flirting with before dinner, you smiled and watched as she made her move. You were standing alone, sipping some champagne, when someone stood beside you. You bit your tongue to stop yourself from smiling, nerves swirling in your belly as you looked up to meet Tom’s eyes. He had his hands in his trouser pockets, casually spectating the fairly busy dance floor before looking down at you.
“Would it be completely terrible to ask you for a dance?” He asked with a smirk, his aura radiating confidence and calculation.
“I think I would rather be set on fire by a Chinese Fireball” You scoff, maintaining a sharp wit like you once had before the infirmary incident. Tom laughed louder than you expected, shaking his head softly as he looked at the dance floor.
“You’d probably end up standing on my shoes, you’d be a terrible partner” He berated playfully.
“I’d purposefully stand on your shoes, I’d also dance in the wrong direction and make a fool of myself” You chuckle, taking another sip of your champagne. Tom bit back a smirk, flashing you another glance before clearing his throat.
“As long as you don’t fall over and hurt yourself again” Tom mumbled, causing your heart to skip as you swallowed your wine. You knew he was referencing last week; your fall and the wound on your leg. You bit your tongue to stop yourself from making a provocative comment.
“I’m sure you’d like that” You say, keeping your gaze focused on the dancing couples to save some sanity.
“If that means I get to see you sprawled out and whining my name again, then yes” Tom replied nonchalantly, but it almost caused you to choke on your champagne as you sipped on it. Your face burned, your body tingled with goosebumps at the memory. You shake your head, smiling as you turn to look at him.
“I didn’t realise you wanted that to happen again” You reply as casually as possible, but inside your heart was imploding with nerves.
“You thought that was only a one time thing? I’m almost insulted you think I’m that shallow” Tom smirked arrogantly, looking back out at the dance floor as people socialised. You weren’t sure what to say at first, feeling your stomach twist with undeniable desire. Last week, he didn’t even make you touch him. You didn’t even get the chance to unbutton his shirt or unzip his trousers. He placed every ounce of his focus on you, you shivered when you realised it might happen again.
“I didn’t mean to sound ignorant,” You mutter, your tone suddenly much more timid as you clear your throat.
“I’m just pleasantly surprised” You hum, still very unsure how to word your emotions and the attraction you felt towards him. Tom only grinned, chuckling to himself as he watched you struggle to muster the right words.
“You avoided me all week, do I make you that nervous?” Tom suddenly asks, making you blush shamefully.
“You do, but surely you can’t blame me. No one’s ever made me feel the way you have, somehow I resent you for it” I whisper, earning an even wider grin from the Slytherin prefect.
“Resent? Somehow that makes me desire you even more. Tell me, what was the part that made you resent me?” Tom smirked boastfully, turning to face you as you tried to avoid his gaze.
“Its just-… I just feel like it’s so unfair that the person I grew up hating is the one who made me feel so good, I’m not supposed to feel this way towards you” You say, feeling your self composure slip away as you unveil more of your emotions to Tom. He takes a step closer, his eyes burning into yours.
“So that’s it? You’re too full of your own ego, you don’t want to accept that I was the one who had you crying from pleasure, that it was me who effortlessly picked you apart until you were nothing but a shaking mess” Tom’s voice lowered as he spoke, truly testing your composure as you tried to act as normal as possible to anyone outside of the conversation. You could feel your panties pool with arousal just from his words, you could feel the delicious burning twist in your lower belly as you imagined him taking you once again. He knew you were thinking of it.
“You’re insufferable” You whisper, your hands gently shaking as you take a sip of wine.
“I’m honest, darling” Tom replies, tilting your chin up to look into his eyes. You felt like jelly, one move and you’d melt on the floor.
“Meet me in the room of requirement tonight at twelve if you want this to continue, but if not I won’t speak of it ever again” Tom says softly before letting go of your chin and reluctantly pulling away. You wanted to reach out to him, to drag him away and fulfil your shared desires. But now wasn’t appropriate.
You let out a deep breath, your heart racing as you registered what just happened. You already knew your decision, you weren’t going to let Samantha or anyone else stop you.
Speaking of which, Samantha had walked off with the Gryffindor boy, no doubt sneaking off into the girls bathrooms or the potions cupboard. So, you picked up your bag and shawl and left the party without another word. You couldn’t stay there any longer, but you checked the clock and realised it was already 11:35. Your stomach sank, you had to mentally prepare yourself for what was going to happen tonight. No one was looking for you, you’d deal with Samantha in the morning, but Tom was expecting you.
You started walking along the halls of Hogwarts, your heels clicking against the stone flooring. You walked up flights of stairs and passed by common rooms to reach the room of requirement. It was deadly quiet, not a soul roamed the halls apart from ghosts, so you had to be careful.
You came across the room of requirement door, only to find Tom hadn’t arrived yet. You wondered if you should go inside, but how would he know you were there? Shuffling in your spot, you glance at the corridors either side of you, your hands tingling with pins and needles as you try to control your breathing.
You were making the right choice, right? Was there a wrong choice to this situation? Tom made it clear nothing would happen again if you didn’t meet him here, he wouldn’t ever speak of it again. Was that the wrong choice? It felt like it. You felt as though denying your one true desire would be wrong, people are meant to feel like this about someone, eventually.
But Tom wasn’t your suitor. He wasn’t a prospecive partner or a man your parents picked out to court. He didn’t treat you like a lady, he trampled over your victories and spitefully teased you over the past 6 years. What was so tempting about a man like that?
Nothing, really. But what occurred a week prior sent every part of your hatred down the drain towards him. Tom never had a partner, he never showed interest in girls or even boys, he spent his time nestled in books and parchments, huddled away from the world in his own little bubble. So, why did he choose you to torment so wickedly with his tongue and fingers, why were you the only one who experienced his selfless nature? He never even let you touch him, but he touched you like he was obsessed.
“You came” Soft words knocked you completely out of your trance, causing you to jump softly and turn around to meet Tom’s face. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest, your hands trembled as you adjusted your grip on your clutch bag.
Tom stood a few meters away from you with his hands in his pockets, a serious expression on his face as the bricks on the wall started moving beside you, unveiling a door which led into the room of requirement.
You looked at Tom, clearing your throat.
“I won’t avoid you anymore,” You say, feeling your throat go dry as he took a step closer. But eventually, the words started bubbling up in your chest, your lips parting as you take a deep breath.
“I-… I can’t escape this feeling, I don’t- shit, I don’t know what you’ve done to me” You stammer, piecing together your emotions as Tom continued walking closer.
“I’ve tried ignoring it, I’ve tried ignoring you, but I can’t stand this tension any longer, Tom” You sigh, your voice becoming more shaky as you realised the proximity between you.
“I need to know if you feel the same, say something please-“ You whisper pitifully, but your words get cut off when you feel Tom cup your face, his other hand sliding around your waist as he leans down to kiss you.
It’s not your average kiss, it’s not the type of kiss you see walking down the street or imagine in a romantic novel. This is a kiss that leaves you frozen, it’s so pleasurably relieving, even as your body melts in his arms as you close your eyes and let your lips mold together. His kiss is hungry, it’s powerful, it’s shockingly debaucherous, but there’s a tender essence as he holds you close and tightens his grip on your lower back.
You wrap your arms around his neck, he gently pressed you against the cobblestone wall next to the room of requirement door as his hands moved to your waist.
This was too much. Surely you were dead. No amount of ecstasy or adrenaline like this could be experienced in a mortal life. Maybe you were dreaming.
“I want to be absolutely certain,” Tom whispered as he trailed his lips down your jaw, his kisses casting a burning path on your skin as he breathed against your pulse point.
“Are you sure you want this?” He asks, pressing one gentle kiss to your collarbone before pulling back, his black eyes looking into yours deeply. For a few seconds, you forget to reply. Your eyes are half lidded, your breaths are shallow and laboured, did he place some kind of spell on you?
“I’ve never been so sure” You say shamelessly, your hands wandering to his tie and tugging on it, pulling him towards you so your lips were brushing together. You were almost certain you noticed a blush on Tom’s pale cheeks, his lips pulling into a boyish smile before he kissed you gently and took your hand, leading you into the room of requirement.
The heavy door whined loudly as Tom pushed it open, leading you inside before closing it over and turning to face the room. You expected the standard hall full of discarded magical items that had been gathered over the centuries. What you didn’t expect was an entirely new room. It was much smaller, the walls were cobblestone, the low cackling of fire echoed around the room.
Your heart nearly sunk to your feet the moment your eyes landed on… a bed. It was plush, something neither of you could ever afford. It’s frame was rich oak wood with a varnish finish, the mattress was large, could hold at least three. Beside the bed was a cosy fireplace, it’s amber light casting a gentle glow on the room. You were in such shock, you didn’t notice the heavy breath that left your lips as you took a few steps forward.
So this is what the two of you required. Something from your deepest desires, something neither of you could acquire. Neither you or Tom came from aristocracy, you weren’t used to lush beds or warm fireplaces, this was something the two of you desired. The room appeared to know exactly what you needed in this moment, at least that’s what it’s purpose was.
His hands slipped around your waist, his chest pressing against your back as his lips grazed the shell of your ear. Suddenly your dress felt suffocating.
“Do you still resent me?” He cooed, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your waist as he looked down at the bed from over your shoulder. You bit your tongue, your hands clammy and your heart hammering wildly against your chest as you softly leaned against him.
“What happens if I say yes?” You whisper, feeling him grin against your skin as his hands move up to the collar of your dress just behind your neck. His nimble fingers begin to undo the buttons down your back, wasting no time as he slid his hands under the fabric and started to untie the laces to your corset.
“I’ll give you a reason to resent me even more” Tom murmured against your neck, his hands teasingly tightening the laces of your corset, causing you to gasp quietly.
“I’m sure that’s not hard” You scoff.
You knew in that moment you should’ve held your tongue, because seconds later you were shoved against the cobblestone brick wall beside the door, Tom’s arms caging you in with no escape.
“So defensive, I’ve always liked that about you” Tom smirked, his hands dragging down the sleeves of your dress until the entire garment pooled around your ankles. You went to hide, but Tom pressed his body against yours and kissed you fiercely, his hands stroking the sides of your corset as you gripped onto his shoulders.
“Oh yeah? What else do you like about me?” You ask sarcastically, terribly out of breath and as bashful as a young schoolgirl. Your words sounded unsure, insecure almost. Tom could practically taste the nerves running through your system.
“Enough talking” He glares, clearly his patience was running thin. You knew he didn’t mean anything serious by his stern tone, it was negotiated from the start this would happen. Maybe he was just as desperate as you were.
You helped Tom remove his shirt, peeling it over his head and throwing it on the floor, discarded and ignored. His lips were on you once more, his hands fumbling with the laces of your corset as he slid his knee between your legs.
“So soft,” He whispers against your skin, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you forward on his thigh, his thumb skimming over the wound on your leg from the week prior. His eyes flashed with something primal for a second, as if he reminisced the taste of iron on his tongue from your bloody hands.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Tom asks quietly as his tongue licks over your pulse, his hands finally untangling the threads to your corset and setting your lungs free from construction. You breathed out with relief, but suddenly you felt so exposed.
“No, Merlin no, you’re doing quite the opposite” You smile bashfully, trying to hide your nerves as you placed your hands on his bare chest. You could feel his heartbeat, it was racing just as much as yours. He was nervous too, if not more, but he was excellent at hiding it.
“Then, I assume you wouldn’t mind me taking this to the bed?” Tom leaned back, looking into your eyes with a boyish glimmer you’d never seen before. No one had seen Tom so gentle, so infuriatingly playful, but you had the privilege of experiencing all of it.
“I’m surprised we’re not there yet” You reply, trying to stifle a smirk as Tom leans into kiss you once again. As your lips press together, he guides you to the bed, kindly offered by the room of requirement, and you feel the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress.
You’re wearing nothing but a pair of sheer stockings and undergarments. Your corset has been completely removed, your torso was exposed entirely to his yearning gaze.
He pushes you onto the bed, his body hovering above yours as he moves his hand down to unbuckle his belt. He’s tantalisingly slow, unfair and cruel. You have every right to bite a sharp comment in his direction for teasing you this way, but you can’t find it in you to have an attitude in this moment.
“You’re awfully quiet, what’s happened to that girl with the wicked tongue moments ago?” Tom poked, mouthing along your collarbone as you tried not to squirm beneath him.
“You don’t enjoy my silence?” You scoff, knowing a part of Tom would’ve liked the control he had over you.
“Not really, I find myself missing your brutal comments and shameless taunts… perhaps I’ve truly broken you” Tom chuckled darkly, wrapping his lips around one of your taut nipples as you glare down at him.
“You wish,” You scoff, albeit squirming a little from the sweet pleasure provided by Tom’s lips. Tom smirked against you, playfully biting the sensitive bud.
“Yet I have you right where I want you, I could break you if I wanted” He whispered, hands finally unbuckling his belt and sliding it off in one deft movement. You kept your eyes on his, rather nervous for what’s to come, but he reassured your racing thoughts by kissing back up your heated skin, breathing against your neck in such a provocative way.
“Tell me what you want” He cooed, biting down on your neck and beginning to suck a love bite onto your skin. You suck in a sharp breath, looking at the ceiling.
“I want you to do what you did last time” You say quietly, the blood rushing to your cheeks.
“Hmm, what was that? I did a few things last time” Tom replied, pressing your hips together and grinding his crotch against yours.
“That thing with your mouth, you smug bastard” You hiss with annoyance but undeniable arousal, your legs softly shaking from the anticipation.
“That’s not very nice, is it?” Tom taunted cunningly, his body leaning back from yours as he sat back on his knees, looking down at your exposed body.
“I could just say no, give you my cock now and shut you up real good” Tom purred, his clothed erection pressing tight against your pussy. You frown, eyes a little wide from such an obscene comment, but you couldn’t deny the rush you felt from his words. Your silence made him grin, his hand moving down your stomach and eventually against the material of your panties. He caressed you softly there, just under your clit where he felt a damp spot on the lacy garment, a wicked look in his eye.
You fell completely silent, quite overcome with timidness as you shy away from his eyes, looking away and pressing your knuckles softly against your lips.
“Maybe I will give you what you want after all…” Tom whispered, a heady tone in his dark voice. His mouth latched onto your supple skin once more, tongue flicking out to taste the warmth and subtle musk of your natural scent.
He trailed a path of kisses down to your lower stomach, pressing his cheek against your thigh and smiling up at you as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulders.
“Oh I’ve missed this…” Tom groaned, his eyes flickering down to the wet patch on your panties.
You practically melt, stomach fluttering and legs shaking, when Tom suddenly kisses your clit through the material of your panties. You try to close your legs but he’s got them firmly held open, a grunt escaping his lips.
His tongue poked against the fabric, wetting it more with his saliva as he tasted the faint, familiar taste of your slick. He smirked, burying his nose into the fabric and softly inhaling the scent, his own hips bucking in response.
You can do nothing but lie there and take it, your body trembling and your eyes glazed over with intense arousal as you grip tightly onto the sheets.
“Tom, please-“
“Shh… none of that now, darling” Tom cooed, his voice muffled against the fabric of your panties as he grasped your legs and pulled you closer, your legs over his shoulders.
You whine breathlessly, chest heaving softly as you feel your legs tremor slightly, hips gently jutting in response to his obscene display of arousal. But to a certain extent, you couldn’t deny Tom’s desperation, he’d been denied this for long enough, and Tom was never denied. He’ll have you, one way or another.
He hooked his fingers around the hem of your panties and pulled them clean off, throwing them to the side. Now, you were only clad in your stockings, cunt exposed to his predatory gaze. You felt so small.
You utter another soft gasp as he kisses the insides of your thighs, his breath hot. Then, as if the string of tension finally snapped, Tom pressed a soft kiss to your clit and practically groaned. His tongue followed shortly after, tasting the wetness of your arousal that had his mind spinning in seconds.
Tom let go of all inhibitions and let loose his control, lapping and sucking at your cunt as if it was his life source. You struggle to breathe properly, heart racing as your eyes roll back, sounds of ecstasy slipping through your swollen lips.
Suddenly the room feels like it’s spinning, you lace your fingers through his black curls and tug helplessly, earning a deep grunt from him as he moved his fingers from your thigh to your slick entrance.
He picks you apart so quickly it’s unfair, you gasp for breath and feel your sight get blurry when he slides his fingers into you and curls against that gorgeously sensitive spot inside you, the one that has your toes curling. Your moans and whines echo around the room, pure music to Tom’s ears as he starts pumping his fingers inside you, coating them with your wetness. He’s eager to make you cum, but a cruel part of him wants to keep you on edge. Until he can give you his cock and make you feel even better.
“Tom…!” You mewl, hips gently jutting against his mouth, sweet pleasure tearing through your body.
“That’s it” He whispered in a hoarse tone, his lips and chin coated with the essence of your arousal. The look in his eyes made you shiver, a cocktail of pure hunger and craving.
Tom laces his fingers with yours and holds your hand to your lower stomach, just as his tongue curls harder against you and your legs shake badly. His flash of tenderness only makes this moment more addictive.
You pant and whine like a mutt in heat, trembling beneath him and doing your absolute best not cum early. It’s hard, Tom knows this, and he makes it his goal to make this even worse for you.
“Come on sweetheart…” He whispers against your clit, his tongue continuing its cruel assault. Your legs involuntarily shake, your breaths are raspy and uncontrollable.
Soon, that gorgeous pressure in your stomach finally snaps, causing you to cry out with ecstasy. Your gummy walls clench around his slender fingers as he curls them, coaxing every drop of release from you. Your hand fists his hair, but he doesn’t feel pain. He only feels you.
“I can’t-“ You sob, flinching away from his touch as his fingers continue moving inside you. He’s an insistent, selfish glutton.
He removes his fingers, replacing them with his tongue that laps unforgivingly at your slick cunt. You feel like you want to scream, the pressure and pleasure like nothing you’ve felt before. Somehow he’s gotten better, or perhaps worse, since the incident in the infirmary.
He hums against you before pulling away, his face flushed and his breathing slightly laboured. With struggle, you open your eyes and gaze at him with a weak stare, your hands still holding his.
“Beautiful,” he whispers softly, leaning down to kiss you with his slick stained lips. You kiss him slowly and deeply, tasting your release on his wicked tongue.
You can faintly hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, but he doesn’t break his focus at kissing you. He practically shoves you back onto the bed when you chase after his lips, unbuttoning his trousers and tugging them down as he struggled to control his rapid breathing.
“Maddening woman,” He grunts with lustful frustration, eyes dark with desire and want.
“You’ve plagued my every thought for the past week, heard your sweet sounds in my dreams” He huffs, his lips and teeth latching onto your jugular as he pushed your legs apart. You trembled, stuttering over unspoken words as his short nails dug into the meat of your thighs, sure to leave bruising.
“Last chance to say no” he pants, looking into your eyes with sincerity.
“Merlin Tom, get your bloody trousers off” you hiss, fire in your eyes as you looked up to meet his heady gaze.
“Impatient,” he tutted, but did as you asked in the same breath. He pulled his trousers down, removing his boxer briefs as well which left him bare before you. His cock exposed, adorned by a thick batch of curls.
“Spoiled,” Tom mumbles, offering a few languid pumps to his hardened cock.
“I’d call you a brat but you’d probably enjoy that” He huffs, leaning forward and pressing the tip between your slick folds. But he doesn’t push in, not yet, instead he pays some attention to your chest and litters a few bite marks and hickeys, gently grinding his cock against you, slathering himself.
“Can I…?” He groans against your collarbone, kissing it softly as he lines himself up.
“Please” You plead wantonly, fighting the urge to push your hips towards him. Your body was on fire, it only burned brighter as you felt him push forward slowly, his tip pushing past that slick barrier, sinking into the warmth of your body.
He lets out a ragged groan against your skin, his teeth pinching at the skin of your neck we he held one of your legs further up on his waist, pushing deeper until he hit base.
The two of you shuddered at the feeling, knowing there was no going back now.
“Merlin-“ you cuss silently, your first time done with the quick thrust of Tom’s hips, your thighs trembling. It didn’t hurt, not when he looked after you so, so well before. You only wanted more.
“Take me, please” you whisper with a concept of modesty, although you physically had none left in this space of ecstasy.
He pushed his hips against yours in a sinfully lazy rhythm, just enough movement for you to go hazy eyed and mushy on the inside. You squeaked and grunted but you both knew it wasn’t enough. He knew it wasn’t enough, but he knew it was necessary for what’s to come.
Tom let out a low rumble, a noise that could pass as a moan, as he closed his eyes and his brow gently furrowed, feeling your warmth around him. The single most addictive and comforting thing he’s felt.
He kissed you, soft and sweet, his breaths growing shallow as his hips gently picked up the pace. Your legs shuddered by his hips, toes curled, lips desperately trying to keep up with his.
“Tom,” you whine, almost like a pathetic plea, your forehead pressed against his.
“I know,” he grunted, pushing his hips intensely against yours, as if to see how deep he could go. He let out a strangled sigh, his black curls now disheveled as his head dropped to your neck, his teeth latching onto your skin, sucking a gentle mark as his hips started moving faster.
You gasped and threaded your fingers through his hair, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs to keep you where he needs you. Where he begs you to stay.
The room slowly plumes with sounds of gentle skin slapping and lewd sounds from the both of you, the air heady with desire and need. You cling to him like he’s all you’ve got, your head feeling airy as his hips slam into yours. You choke on your own sounds, sinking your teeth into his pale shoulder to muffle the loud cries your lungs were begging to let out.
Tom’s hand curls around your neck, pushing you away from his neck, leaning back to look you in the eyes.
“Not a chance” he huffs, hooking an arm under your leg and bringing it up to his shoulder, stretching you out to achieve an even deeper angle. You cry out softly, his hand is loose around your neck, but it doesn’t leave. He needs to see you like this, to satisfy the need he’s had for you, for weeks.
The sounds coming from between your physical union are obscene, your walls clenching around him as your body craves for release.
“Please-“ you gasp as his hand tightens on your neck, his black eyes flashing as he hears you.
“What is it, darling?” He coos, although maintaining his pace, his other hand keeping your leg firmly around his waist.
“Faster” you manage out, eyes gentle and bleary, hands shaky as you wrapped one around his wrist. His eyes sharpened, his lips curling into a smile.
“Anything for you” he whispers, wetly kissing your jaw, his hips offering a rough thrust before he slowly picked up the pace by the second.
Your nails dragged down his shoulder blades as you whimpered his name and kissed his skin hungrily, sweat on your skins, eyes glassy, heat rising, rising, and rising.
It went this way for a while, with sinful cries and whines echoing around the room of requirement. He had you right where he wanted you, but he knew you wanted the same. You were perfect, so entirely his.
You struggle to realize how much time is going by, with every movement of his hips and yours. With every heated kiss, every dig of his fingertips and nails, every bite of his teeth, he had you falling harder and harder. In love? You weren’t sure.
All you knew was that he was yours now, and you were his, and this strange connection you had… it was exhilarating.
The night swirled into a hurricane of passion, need, and relief. He didn’t care, or know, about anything other than you in that moment. All he knew was his need for you, the way his voice gasped your name as his hips stuttered, a groan ripping from his throat as he reached the peak of his ecstasy. He kissed you so fiercely you almost became light headed all over again, your arms wrapping around him. You felt the warmth of his release on your stomach, your heart racing and your legs still trembling as you pulled back and watched him with a fixated gaze.
His breathing was labored, just like yours, but he managed the most rugged smile even in a moment of pure ecstasy and content.
“Still hate me?” He smirked. You rolled your eyes.
“With all my heart” You huffed, causing him to laugh quietly, resting his head against your chest, his body slumped on yours. You twirled your fingers through his hair, his eyes lulling shut as he heard the rhythm of your rapidly beating heart.
“Good” He smiled against your skin, just as the candle in the room finally went out.
Tags: established relationship, cunnilingus, forced orgasms, talk of bruises, wet and messy, squirting, dacryphilia, overstimulation
Word count: 1.1k
fucking obsessed with the idea of Thomas getting absolutely, down bad, pussy-drunk as soon as he gets a taste
like his virgin-ass being too afraid of hurting you to fuck you at first and getting on his knees for you. he gets a taste, kind of pulls back and licks his lips and you can see his pupils dilate and his eyes fucking glaze over and he just falls face first into your pussy
sloppy, wet, spit slick, hungry oral from that man. his teeth bump into you in all the right ways sometimes. one moment he's whimpering into you and the next he's grumbling and trying to get his tongue deeper and deeper into you to taste more
and it does not matter to him when you beg for him to slow down and how you can't cum anymore. because you keep dripping on his face and tongue and making wonderful noises and you just taste so fucking good, how could he stop??
his arms wrap around your thighs and he holds onto them hard and firm and keeps you pulled close to his face. you can feel that it's gonna bruise and you're going to cherish those bruises for days
he doesn't even notice how hard he's gripping you because he's trying to get all of his senses filled with you. he tastes, smells and feels nothing but you. the only thing his ears can focus on are your moans and whimpers. his hands massage your thighs periodically and when he opens his eyes it's just to look at your face, thrown back in pleasure. the only thing better is when you're looking down at him with tears in your eyes, still moaning for him
Tommy is completely drunk off your taste. he loves the feeling of your pussy on his tongue and he loves the little whining groan you let out when he sucks on your clit
now, when he keeps going and going and your hand in his hair trying to push him away finally falls to your side, he doesn't even realize what he's doing next. it's all out of instinct when his hands readjust so his arms stay wrapped around your thighs but his thumbs are spreading open your folds. that's when he really loses it
because he can get his tongue even deeper like that. he can bury it inside you and find the spot that makes you drip a little more and that makes you moan all broken and needy. once he finds it he abuses the fuck out of it. keeps licking over it, poking at it with his tongue and savoring every drop of you that spills into his mouth
and then. his holy grail. you grab his hair again and moan louder. you're sobbing and begging him to slow down because it feels different this time. he doesn't listen of course. all he knows is you're about to do that thing again where he can feel your pussy flutter and twitch and your thighs squeeze around him and your moans get all whimpery
he keeps going until your hips lift up into him. he stays attached to your pussy and keeps doing what he's doing, knowing he can't stop. needs to keep going to get you to do that thing
suddenly you gasp and go completely quiet. then you moan so loud it's almost a scream. a sobbing sort of thing that's absolutely gorgeous to him. on top of that your hips start wildly shaking along with your legs and your pleasure starts gushing out of you
Tommy moans into your juices and gets closer if that's even possible at that point. he shakes his head so he rubs over your clit side to side while he keeps his tongue abusing that spot inside you. and fuck does he get drenched. he swallows down as much as he can of you and whimpers into it. anything he can't get, drips down his face and drenches his shirt and lap
once you come down you realize he's still going and you can't handle it anymore. you start crying more and weakly kicking your legs out which finally makes Tommy look up. he sees your devastated face and while he thinks the sweat mixed with tears and drool, as well as the tortured pleasure in your eyes is a heavenly sight, he listens to your weak pleas
he finally pulls away and you sigh in relief. Tommy stays away from your pussy (as much as he hates it) and spends his time licking your thighs clean. just a minute away from your pussy makes him whimper and look up at you pleadingly. your legs are still shaking and you shake your head at him
so Tommy whines and starts biting your thighs instead, getting closer and closer to your pussy until he's mouthing right next to it. you're shaking and sweating and still losing a coupe tears when he licks flat over your clit once. then your back arches and you gasp, trying not to make too loud a noise
you know if you moan he's gonna start again and you think he might actually kill you that time. he softly licks over your clit again, wraps his lips around it and you slap a hand over your mouth. but Tommy sees your lack of noise as a sign to keep going and starts sucking on your clit. when his teeth graze over it your hand whips away from your mouth to his hair and you yell out a moan that ends with a broken whine
immediately you know you're in for it. Tommy moans happily and grabs your thighs hard once more. he dives into you again and gets back to his sloppy, needy and enthusiastic pace without hesitation. all you can do is moan, whimper and whine as Tommy makes you see stars over and over again
he's obsessed with making you squirt on his face and listening to your whimpers as he tastes you. he loves the feeling of your heartbeat in your clit, pounding against his tongue
sometimes you can't get him off of your pussy until he's had at least a couple hours of his way with you. he's obsessed with your pussy and a single taste makes him entirely lose his mind. he'd do anything to fall to his knees in front of you
he would spend forever between your thighs if it was up to him
your pussy is his paradise and his salvation. every gush of your juices is a baptism of wonder. you are his goddess and he worships you at every turn
There is no date currently but I’m facing major writers block and a lot of assignments at university 😭 I’m so sorry for the long delay, but I am almost done with it! :)
Hello lovelies! I’d like to apologise once more for my unannounced haitus, university has been so consuming at the moment and I’ve had no time to return to my writing.
However, with the bad batch season 3 at its halfway point, it’s inspired me to return to my Crosshair x Reader story, so i will be writing a part 2 to my caught in a landslide series. I tried to do this a year ago but it fell flat on its face, but now I’m returning to it!
I promise there’s content coming, I’ve got about 50 stories in my drafts and I’ve been doing my best to get more stuff out.
With overwhelming support and by popular demand, I will be releasing a part 2 to Blood and Honey. If you would like to be tagged for part 2 please leave a comment below!
WIP tag game! Rules: Make a new post and post the latest line in your WIP & tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
Thanks @hotgirleracas for the tag! 🖤 I'm still working on thee intersections of desire/isolation truck!fic (kneetouchnatural at this point), Astirism of a Ford F Series Pick Up.
He jerks away reflexively, and then with the careful precision of the slowly building heat, he eases his leg back over, until his knee and Cas' knee are lined up against eachother, knocking together whenever one of them shifts. It is probably a normal amount of touching, but he doesn't have a metric.
I know y'all have played already, but I'd love to get a lil update on anything else you've got in the works! @bloodydeanwinchester @ipromiseimawriter @luckshiptoshore (I know we *just* saw yours but I wanna see it again!)
Still don't have very many writing mutuals (that I'm aware of), so if you wanna repost and tag me I would love to read what you're working on!!! 🖤♠️
Okay, this is gonna look a little weird without context, but here you go!
YoOour’’re no090t g^^nan eAt l11tlEe buRridD?” Dick says
“Oh, uh, no, I’m fine.” God, it still catches him off guard, and now he’s really gonna throw up. He knows Dick is a total worry wort, so he thinks it’s a safe assumption that Dick asked about him not finishing the burger.
hahahaha i hate myself so I have nine wips currently:
here they are!
wip one: chapter four, marigold
You were in no way enamored by him. Perhaps the many years of friendship you shared with the Viscount led your senses astray when it came to a man’s ability to charm a woman, but it was almost devastatingly clear that in that category, he had no ability. Perhaps he was interesting to talk to, but there was no future you could imagine with him, not like you would imagine with someone else. Perhaps if you escaped the country and joined a pirate crew, you could also escape whatever mess you had left your feelings in, ladylikeness be damned.
wip two: forever a priority
As if reading your mind, he smiled. “I know you were expecting your husband, but… he’s preoccupied at the moment. On the bright side, though, he’s got the fashion sense of a boiled potato, I think for your benefit, I’ll accompany you to the modiste.”
wip three: how you get the girl
You didn’t know if it was fate, perhaps, or the knot of anxiety in your stomach, eating away at your consciousness, or maybe the slow ticking of the grandfather clock in your room in your father’s house, monotonously droning on. It hadn’t ever bothered you before, but the heavy, thick droplets of rain and the concomitant thunderstorm merely accentuated the noise of the clock, pounding on your large, circular window.
wip four: insanity
It is another day. This day is no different from the last, and the day before that. This day will be no different from tomorrow. But who knows what mysteries today might hold? Whether I shall live another day? I am sorry, for whatever unfortunate circumstances you have been through to find me, and whatever remains of me. Perhaps I would have escaped here when you find me.
wip five: somewhere like this
The sun was blazing hot, no different from the other days. There seemed to be no end to the disparate hours of the day; the days were dusty and dry, while in the night, one could only huddle close to their blankets. In a town like this, some children chose to break free of the monotonous routine, soar high and escape through the glorious passage that one might call university. There were, of course, some who did not even attempt to travel down the path of academia, but they were never motivated throughout the course of their life.
wip six: love, unending
You’d met him on a warm summer’s day, when he was just beginning to master his horse riding. The breeze was cooling, but you, the hot headed, belligerent nine year old you were, couldn’t help but ask him for a race. In typical fashion for him, he challenged you that you wouldn’t even be able to stay on your horse the entire course. He was wrong, of course. He had been left in the dust, and you had ridden off, snickering.
wip seven: bananagrams
“Peel.” Her hand almost slipped off of her cheek, and she was sure her elbow was red from how long she’d been leaning on it.
“Peel,” was Val’s response. If Tiffany was in the mood, she would have pointed out that Caricaturistic was not a word.
She wasn’t in the mood.
wip eight: the mark
I wish I could be that joyful. It seemed she would be better at having the word “Joyful” than I am. School resumed the next day, as if nothing had occurred, though not very informative. They teach us, once again, about the history of our town, but mostly about why we get tattooed and why we have to stay in our place. If we don’t, the consequences are unknown, and according to my mother, nothing is more scary than the unknown.
wip nine: maelstrom
My heart seething,
My face unkept,
I could could have done anything,
But I just wept
Abandon me, and go, be free
Forever I shall stay
Stuck under the sea.
please give me feedback on anything, (the last three are kind of old, if you want to see how my writing style has evolved), or tell me which wips you’d like to see completed! (please i’m so uninspired)
tagging: @eviesaurusrex @budugu @catastrxblues @avgvstlover @nix-rose @faye-tale @lucy-is-never-logical and open tag!
Ooh thank youuu~ also @xobridgertonblues I'd love to see how WIP 1, WIP 3, WIP 4 and WIP 9 ends! No pressure ofc <3 they're all really good!
This was not requested I've been working on this for ages bc I'm a shit person and I don't think I'll ever release this lmao
Your eyes fell onto the jagged knife in his hand. How did he get that inside campus? Your breath hitched. Of course he had a knife. He was practically a criminal. And a rule breaker. But just for a minute you actually thought he was going to stab you with it. Ha! As if. You were his lifeline. He was your "knight in shining armour". You didn't, however, expect him to do what he did next. He took the knife and plunged it deep inside himself. You screamed with terror. But it wasn't real. He didn't exist. And you only said that far too late. That memory, that dream will linger forever in the depths of your mind and he will always be dead in it. Just as fate decided. Just as he died in 2013
Please tell me if I could improve this because I'm not sure how good it is x
time to annoy some people lol tagging people I think write: @annaisabookworm @avalynlestrange @psychedeliccc @svnflowermoon @cassiopeiasdaughter @patrophthia and you <3
hi @psychedeliccc ! thank you so much for the tag and i'm so happy that you think so !! (sending you the biggest virtual hugs right now).
this is not really a WIP, i think, since i don't have a clear vision of where i'm going with it. it's one of those little scenes that i write for future inspo but i might just work on this now AHHAHA.
“What have you done?” You ask, voice breaking in trepidation.
A heavy sense of unease permeated the air, leaving no doubt that what may come out of his mouth will only confirm your worst fears, yet, you still ask. Grappling at the little hope, that fading light, that maybe you might be wrong.
There was no response. The only audible noise was the eerie ruffling of the trees outside, swaying terrifyingly from the storm, paired with the endless ticking of the grandfather clock at the end of your entrance hall.
Hands turning cold and clammy with every tick of the two hands, itching to scratch at the blockage in your throat. To plead with him to answer you truthfully, for once in the entire 10 years you’ve known each other.
don't have many mutuals so tagging some of my favourite writers here: @astonishment @cardansriddle @livinginshambles @fourmoony
Ok so my WIPs are currently a big mess, so bear with me. I have too many to include, so I'll show you only 2 for now :)
(this one is for a request I got a while ago and only got around to writing recently)
You realised that out of Tom's many personas, you only knew the one he had crafted just for you.
When he was with you, he would shed his stern demeanour, allowing the carefully constructed walls around his heart to crumble— but only just a bit— and his affection would take a possessive edge. The guarded gaze that he usually wore like armour would melt into something that bordered between infatuation and something more profound, an unspoken sentiment that hung in the air like a tantalizing mystery.
2.
There was an unexplainable urge, an irresistible pull, to write within its untouched depths, as if an invisible force whispered temptingly into your ear like the devil sitting on your shoulder and urging you to pour your thoughts into the diary. The blank pages, like pristine parchment waiting to be inscribed called to you, and you felt as if you were in a trance as you dipped your quill in the midnight ink.
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this made me realise I need more mutuals... buuut I'll tag @fatesundress @cl-01-kestis @fairy-eclipse
“It’s nice to see you” Tom broke the tension, taking a step forward so he was close enough to touch you. You didn’t move back, looking up as he inspected your face intricately. His eyes trailed down to your lips, noticing the tinge of rose coating them. Tom saw the reluctance in your expression, the fear of questioning what happened in the medical ward a week prior. You weren’t an often vulnerable person, nor were you shy, but in this moment you felt like the world would crumble if you uttered a single word to him.
“Are you feeling alright?” Tom asked, keeping his hands firmly in his pockets even though he wanted to brush the loose strand of hair from your forehead. You cleared your throat, looking down at your feet before replying.
“I… I’m okay, my leg healed up nicely” You didn’t mean to sound coy, but you shared a playful smile with Tom as he raised a brow, your minds going to the exact same, sinful place.
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No pressure tags! @greenysnarl @michaelceraobsessed
Hi lovelies! In case you haven’t noticed, I have been very inactive as of late. Uni and assignments taking up all my time, so I’ve not been able to get as much writing done. I’ll hopefully be able to upload B&H part 2 in a few weeks time, I want to apologise for all the delays and I appreciate your patience so much.
The tag list is still open so if you want me to tag you just message me or comment on the tag post :)
My messages and inbox will still be open, but I apologise in advance if I don’t get back to you.
you were a new student and you have taken the interest of tom riddle, he decides he wants to know everything about you
do not make him ‘go away’ by@patrophthia
In a delightful tale filled with warmth and humor, a reserved reader finds themselves entangled with a morally complex character, transforming them into a soft, endearing duo.
Show me how by @patrophthia
two souls navigate the intricate web of unrequited crushes, their hearts entangled in a bittersweet dance.
Obsession by @ash-whimsicalfanfic
Y/N Black is a mystery to many. She isn’t interested in making friends, only her studies. However, unbeknownst to many, one boy has piqued her interest——Tom Riddle. Little did she know, he had an obsession with her.
Softening Shadows by @floatyflowers
Dark! Tom Riddle x Hufflepuff! Reader
Call it what you want by @pasukiyo
professor riddle was notoriously blunt and took everything very seriously. he couldn’t think of one single time when he was nervous or insecure— until now.
the man who fell from earth. by @cauliflowertree
tom riddle’s love language is literature.
Holding Hands With Shadows by @cherryslyce
Being the Minister of Magic was not easy for Tom, but you are always there to keep chaos from erupting. OR, you are Tom's assistant, and the babysitter of the group and Tom finally confesses.
His dark eyes. by @daenakills
while the enigmatic Tom harbors nefarious intentions. Tensions rise as you navigate a world filled with secrets and danger, making choices that will ultimately lead to unforeseen consequences.
Only Her by @blueariel3-blog
Tom finds their world brightened by the presence of a Hufflepuff. Through charming interactions, He gradually discovers the joy of laughter, friendship, and love, bringing warmth and light into their life.
to be loved by tom riddle by @darkmagic-s
Tom Riddle is in no way the perfect lover, but he tries, he always does, for you.
Captive Devotion by @smittenbyvillains
NSFW WARNING - including kidnapping, yandere themes, pet names.
‘𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘! by @mistress-riddle
Father's Day with Tom riddle of how he spends time with his child.
let it be real by @pasukiyo
tom riddle wasn’t one for quidditch. or love. but everything he thought would be questioned the moment you convince him to come to a quidditch match, and he nearly loses you. it all feels like a dream.
Temperament by @maimed-poet
There is a darker side to Tom's sleeping difficulties.
Hypnosis by @purplekissinger
O you loathsome looking-glass,
Telling lies as bold as brass!
Oh, how you'd changed him by @warnersister
how you’d changed Tom and his life for the better, and how ridiculous his previous plans seemed after that.
new jeans, do you see? by @patrophthia
fluff, OOC!tom
know you better by @↑
yandere!tom, very obsessive and delusional way of thinking, death, even more delusions
Confundus (smut) by @mrsdarkandyandere7
Tom isn't afraid to use spells on you.
The beginning (smut) by @your-nanas-house
Tom notices that his favourite professor is a bit stressed.
Riddle's Diary by @atypicalamortentia
A few days into your last year at Hogwarts, you wake up to find an unusual diary nestled between your class books. After uncovering its secret, the diary very quickly becomes the only thing you can think about.
The Devils Inside Me Priest!Tom Riddle (smut) by @little-diable
The reader's parents think she is possessed by the devil, and only one man can free their daughter from His grasp.
Disobidient (smut) by @phuckinphia
in which, y/n decides to deliberately disobey her boyfriend to fulfill some unspoken fantasies.
Blood and Honey (smut) by @cl-01-kestis
Your rivalry with Tom Riddle was widely known around Hogwarts, there’s no one you hate more than him. But through the mist of rage and competition, Tom finds himself tempted by a very odd scenario.
Dating Tom Marvolo Riddle by @sweetiecutie
Warnings: NSFW, possessiveness, toxicity
no one can take you away from Tom, not even Death itself by @sweetiecutie
Intrusion by @myhyperfixatedmess
You always had a hard time understanding why Tom kept you so hidden away. One night something happens that makes you realize why.
dededos
turnnoffyourmind
stormborns
blakekathryn
