ᥫ᭡. content & warnings .ᐟ mature themes aka smut (mdni) — fingering, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, heavy switch dynamics, petnames (my love, my dearest, sweet girl, good girl, good boy)... in which you prepare some lunch for your husband but he had other plans in mind, shameless tom (you’re his wife tho, in his mind it’s fine). + word count — 3k .ᐟ
another day, another morning where you wake up with the left side of your bed empty, not even a trace of warmth left behind on the mattress despite there being a ring occupying the fourth finger of your left hand. you sigh, this wasn’t unusual and the disappointment that settled in your chest was a familiar feeling that you didn’t necessarily enjoy… but you couldn’t exactly be mad at your husband for being successful. you’d always known he was a workaholic, achieves perfection even if it interferes with his wellbeing. it wasn’t a healthy trait of course, but there’s not much you can do about it other than be supportive and help him whenever you can hence why you head into the kitchen with a mission in mind.
you tap your fingers against the counter, mind working quick as you debate on what you should make for him; you suppose a sandwich wouldn’t be a bad option, especially considering how little he likes to eat while focused… but he did always love your pasta dishes. you amble over to your refrigerator and hum as you scour the contents inside, with a definitive nod you decide pasta it is! pulling out the necessary ingredients onto the counter, you roll up your sleeves and get to work. you pause for a second to play some music before resuming, a bounce to your step as you prepare his lunch/dinner.
once you’re finished and have placed the food in the container all packed and ready, you head back to your bedroom and enter the washroom for a quick clean up. by the time you leave your house, your watch reads half past eleven, you ultimately decide to walk to the telephone booth that acts as a portal to the ministry of magic. surprisingly, the weather is rather amicable today, the skies are blue decorated by fluffy clouds that bring about a chilly breeze that causes you to be thankful for the robe you adorned. it doesn’t take you all too long before you arrive in front of the familar red box headlined with the word ‘Telephone’ on every face. you step inside unassumingly, smiling at any strangers that happened to glance at you and watch with amusement as their gazes immediately drift away and act as if you weren’t even there. with a satisfied hum, you fished out a coin and inserted it into the hole and then your fingers began to press the buttons 6-2-4-4-2 and in an instant you descended in a makeshit lift, your eyes drifted to the bag in your hand for a second before returning to stare ahead of you as a ding sounded, alerting you of your arrival.
the ministry of magic was never empty in all of your visits to the institution, the corridors were always packed with either visitors or employees trotting about, trying to get their work done. it was impressive, it would have been annoying had you not known how to find your way around the place by now but you were no stranger. you headed over to the private lift in a secluded corridor that only those in the higher ranked positions of the ministry were allowed to use; it helped that being married to one of those individuals also allowed you access and so, without much disturbance, you were greeted by the doorman tasked with allowing people in and getting them to their desired floors; as you waited, you made small talk before the lift stopped and dropped you off, with a goodbye, you walked out. the heels of your shoes clacked against the marble floor, echoing throughout the empty hall. the black door at the end of the corridor appeared the second you stood inches before it. you turn the doorknob and find it unlocked, with a sigh, you enter and discard your bag on the table before exiting once more through the other door. you find the secretary seated at their table and they greet you by standing at attention—
“where’d tom go?” you ask, leaning against the door frame.
alfred robertson pairs his response with a nervous smile “mr. riddle is occupied at the moment, he went down to the department of mysteries for a meeting with a few unspeakables, i’m afraid you just missed him and he won’t be here for a while.”
you purse your lips before wishing him an easy afternoon and returning into your husband's office. you trail over to the bookshelf by his desk, picking up a random book to read in the meantime. once you decided, you tossed it onto the couch and turned your attention onto your bag. you pulled out the containers from your magically enlarged bag and displayed it aesthetically onto the table for his return.
it’s around two hours later that tom returns, he finds you lying back against the backrest of the couch with your head propped up and facing the ceiling except your view is obstructed with a book he brought back from romania. you dip your head between the gap your arms created and plaster a sweet smile on your face.
“i see you stayed and waited,” is what he says as he steps fully into his office, a few files tucked under his arm “alfred assumed you left after he informed you of my whereabouts.”
you shake your head placing the book down as he comes to stand in front of you by the table “i missed you too much and was planning on wasting time anyway.” you shrug as you rise to your full height and step around the table, book already discarded on the space by which you sat.
“how sweet,” he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear “thank you for staying.”
you shift your weight onto your tip toes and pucker your lips out, he meets you in the middle to press a kiss against your lips. what you expected to be a peck surprises you when it turns into something deeper as tom places his hands on your waist and pulls you taut against him. you don’t complain of course, your hands merely find purchase at the nape of his neck where your fingers interlock as you lean against him. when you finally pull apart to catch your breath, you allow a smirk to tug at your lips “i see you’ve missed me as well, huh?”
his hand found its way to your jaw, soft but somewhat overwhelming as it trails lower to cup the base of your throat, letting his thumb linger along the side of your neck. he softly pushes your head to the side and dips his head to press kisses against your throat and the perfumed space by the curve of your jaw, just under your ear. your eyes softly flutter shut, his affection so gentle and something you missed more than you credited yourself to have. you only gather your bearings after a few more kisses; your fingers tug the hair on the back of his head and you inquire “are you seriously seducing me in your office?”
“i seem to recall you promising me i could have you wherever and whenever i wanted to, is that not the case?” the rise of his brow and the seriousness of his expression cause heat to flush your skin and your stomach to house a plethora of butterflies.
you nibble on your lower lip, trying your hardest to hold back “but what about your food?”
his eyes drop from your own, to your lips, and then down to the low cut dress that you wore specifically for him beneath your dress robes. you swat at his arm with embarrassingly little strength “when did you get so shameless?”
a sharp laugh escapes his mouth, his teeth bare just a little as he says “when have i ever been ashamed?”
you roll your eyes at him, obviously he’s right. he takes your silence as enough incentive to guide you to his desk, thankfully empty due to his decision to clean up just before he left before his meeting. in an instant his hands find your waist once more but this time he lifts you up and seats you on the table. you find yourself grateful for tom’s workaholic tendencies as your thighs are cushioned by a soft cloth tom spelled onto the desk after suffering from multiple bruises on his arms from constantly writing on it.
he stands between your legs, his hands kneading softly at the skin exposed “i don’t believe you had completely innocent intentions with your visit today.”
you blink up at him, a sweet smile on your face as you cock your head to the side “oh, whatever do you mean?!” tom humours you by pulling the neckline of your dress just a little to take a peek. he’s right, of course, the lingerie you had on was one of his favourites from paris. “okay fine, you caught me,” you pout a little, hands planting on the hard wood behind you “but can you blame me, we haven’t had the chance to be intimate in a while.”
tom’s brows draw together in a sympathetic expression which is less sincere than any pleasantries he’s indulged in today “does my sweet girl feel neglected?”
you shift down the table, placing your core much closer to his this time while you took one of his hands to place on your breast “what do you think?” you cock your head to side, observing him properly in the process. it seems he forewent the blazer beneath his smart dress robes that he shedded earlier, just before entering his office. you like how casual he looked in only his dress shirt, still smart, but there was a hint of suaveness that always came through and never failed to drive you insane.
tom, for his part, smirks down at you, his eyes betraying a hunger he seldom allows to be seen by anyone other than you “i think i shouldn’t waste anymore time, my dearest.”
“oh how merciful you are, my love,” your lips immediately part to accept his pale pink ones against your own. his hands peruse your body while his tongue does the same with the caverns of your mouth. tom always liked to be… overwhelming. he enjoyed consuming you, having you so preoccupied with just the thought of him, so enthralled by him and desperate for him—
tom feels you smile into the kiss. his thoughts are cut short once you break the contact and he notices your smug expression. he barely withholds a groan once you tease him “well that was quick.” and by that, you referred to the tent in his trousers that always managed to form whenever you became pliant in his hold, ready for him to consume to his hearts desires.
his response was quick and clipped “less chatter, i’ve had enough conversation.”
any other time you would have pushed a little more, teased just the bit more because it was always so fun. but alas, the two of you were desperate for some action, which granted, should have been embarrassing considering you were acting like teenagers but heavens above did you care little and tom even less. his fingers found their place between the middle of your thighs. in an instant, his middle and ring finger snagged against your clit. a hiss escaped your mouth at the ministration, but your body complied, legs spreading just a little more for your husband.
“good girl,” he praised, pressing the pads of his fingers harder against your sensitive bud. the more circles he drew, the wetter your panties got which is exactly what he was working for. with purpose, tom firmly, but not too forcefully, kicked the chair behind him to give him space to kneel down in between your legs. he regretfully had to disconnect his digits from you but you were immediately consoled by his pulling down your panties.
the sight before you could only be described as delicious. tom riddle on his knees ready to eat you out and fully intending to. he hooks your legs over his shoulders and pulls you close enough that his tongue instantly connected with your core. with a quick motion, he licked a stripe up between your folds, pausing at the top to swirl his tongue around your clit. a wanton moan escaped your lips and you didn’t bother to conceal it, tom’s office was the most soundproof room to ever exist in your opinion. and even if it wasn’t, you didn’t particularly mind having people hear how well your husband pleased you in his office. let the world know that the prim and proper tom riddle was in fact a nasty freak.
your fingers find purchase in his soft, styled hair; you grip it and pull his head closer to you “mmh, tommy…” he supports you, his big hands rest so close to your arse and he pushed you closer into his mouth, his tongue eager to taste every drop of you as it poked into your warmth. in his attempt to drink you, the tip of his nose nudged your clit and that friction caused your eyes to roll back into your skull for a second “yes!” you squeaked, rolling your hips to get more of everything he offered you.
tom must’ve been in an extremely great mood because he fully complied, allowing you to fuck his face to your hearts content. he slurped you up and flattened his tongue however way you desired, letting you chase your orgasm as a way to apologise for his constant disappearances. you couldn’t complain, in fact you were all too delighted to do so seeing as your legs crossed behind his back all the while you bucked your hips. tom knew you were almost at your peak with the way your thighs tensed around him and so he maintained his efforts till you gushed all over his face. the moan (that really bordered on a scream) you let out was all worth it, especially when he stood up and got to take a look at your blissed out expression.
he resisted the urge to coo as his hand found your cheek and he caressed the heated flesh soothingly “so breathtaking you are, my love.” he connected your lips with his once more and you were way too consumed to even hear the buckle of his belt or the undoing of his zipper hence why your mouth slackened upon his entrance within you. one thrust was all it took for him to settle deep inside, your entrance slick with his saliva and your juices. he groaned straight into your ear, having found purchase there when you disconnected your lips just earlier. the sound of his restrained noises elicited a competitive fire within you. you were determined to make him moan.
in one smooth motion, your legs returned to their spot behind his back and you tightened your pelvic muscles every time he pulled his length outward. evidently the accumulation of his unintentional abstinence and your tight grip on his tip was too much even for him and like a broken faucet he let a stream of moans spill out of him. his rhythm was thrown off, it wasn’t long until he was bound to cum so you decided to help him out just a little.
“open your mouth,” you commanded, fingers ready to prod their way past his wet lips. tom didn’t even question it as he parted his mouth, the tip of his tongue his bottom lip into a pout. you placed your fingers inside and allowed him to swirl his wet muscle around them “suck.” he did so complaisantly, his pretty whimpers muffled by your fingers almost down his throat “good boy,” you cooed.
he continued to thrust his hips against you, his willpower and control diminishing by the second if his eyes were any indication. you pulled your fingers out of his mouth and enjoyed the way a string of saliva connected them to him which unfortunately broke when you placed your digits on your clit and began to draw circles against it. tom’s eyes watched you work, his dark brown eyes flitted from your face to the place where you were connected and he couldn’t help but drool a little more at the sight; you had to physically grab his jaw to draw his attention back to your face when he missed out on you calling his name “focus,” you reprimand “i want you to finish with me, do you hear me?”
he nods frantically, but you look dissatisfied which causes him to knit his brows. he looks so cute like this “use your words, sweetheart.”
a smile graces your features and relaxes him. he goes back to bucking his hips into you while you work on your clit. he leans over just a bit to add weight onto your fingers, increasing the pressure which has you pinching your eyes shut.
“i’m almost there,” you whine.
he lets out a broken “same,” the two of you continue your motions while you add on kegels to the equation just to make sure he’s receiving the maximum pleasure. rest assured your wishes are granted, tom twitches inside you and just as you clamp down on him, he cums, painting your walls white as your legs shake around him. in the process, he’s pressed his weight against you, a guttural moan escaping both your lips as your arm wrapped around his shoulder to keep him in place against you, the two of you panting into each others mouths whilst you got over your high.
you press a kiss to his nose when you come back to, he returns it by pecking your lips.
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