Synopsis: Having Tom beneath you in a haze of lust is one thing, at least believable. But having him lose control of his body? That’s something else entirely.
Content: 18+ only, porn no plot, Tom/reader are both over 18, dry(/wet ??) humping, cowgirl position, no actual sex, sub!tom (he's kind of pathetic), voice kink if you squint, m! cumming in pants, slight overstim m!rec, oral f!rec, no use of y/n
A/N: This is my first time writing smut(?) properly, so my bad if it doesn't come across super well. I definitely struggled a little, and heaps of my paragraphs kept getting deleted. Shout out to @viperify for giving me inspo to write Tom!! Genuinely love your works ahhh. — I might write a continuation of this if I feel like it? Reason it exists in the first place is because I was writing a oneshot for Tom x reader and got annoyed at how long it was taking me to reach the smut. It's at like 2.2k words so far (smut not started), so hopefully I'll finish that soon.
wc: 1k
You weren’t sure how you’d managed to get Tom Riddle in this position, the usually stoic man reduced to a flushed, panting mess beneath you, but you weren’t complaining.
Rhythmically rolling your hips against his left you softly humming from the pleasure at your core, holding back the smirk threatening to twist your mouth upwards as you watched Tom barely hold it together.
His head was thrown back, mouth hung open and eyes glassy as you continuously dragged your panty-clad pussy over his straining bulge. Having been at this for what felt like hours, your needy, dribbling cunt had soaked through your panties, staining his grey trousers darker than what his precum alone could’ve done.
Slick and pre leaked from your bodies and mixed at the point you met, soaked through your clothes and left behind a sticky, filthy mess.
Dragging your swollen clit harder over his erection only added to the ever-growing pit of need in your stomach, the increase in pressure pulling a strangled moan from your lips.
Tom’s body reacted before his brain, hips bucking against your core from below in a needy fashion, hands flying to your thighs to hold you still and spread you wider. He thrust upwards in relentless succession, eyes squeezed shut and fingers digging into the soft flesh as if he were trying to fuck you silly through your clothes.
“I can’t do this, I can’t do this—” he practically mewled, the breathy, needy sounds leaving his lips becoming higher and higher in pitch the more desperate he became.
While you were enjoying watching his control slip, the stiffness of his cock bullying your sensitive nub over and over through the fabrics separating them was making it hard to focus.
“Oh fuck,” the whiny, keening words left you as his cockhead caught on your pudgy clit, having to press your hands down on his chest to stay upright as need ached hotter in your body.
“Don’t, I’m— a-ah…”
Through his rutting and incoherent babbling, you could feel the pathetic twitching of his bulging cock between your folds.
A soft, breathy whimper fell from your lips, driven by the continuous throbbing of your own sex and the musky smell of arousal as he rubbed up against you.
“Tommy…”
That was all he needed. His eyes snapped open to look into your half-lidded gaze, the lust reflected at him enough to push him over the edge.
He was so close...
Chains of curses tumbled from his lips as his eyes rolled back, unable to hold yours any longer as the overwhelming knot in his stomach finally snapped.
A hot release of warmth spilt from deep within him, not even getting the chance to warn you before it happened.
Tom arched his back into you, feeling the intensity of the throbbing from his dick, letting pleasure take him over. It was hot, desperate, and messy, his cock pulsating with every pathetic spurt of his release. He was losing his mind, spilling into his pants with a deep groan that made your head spin and pussy clench.
He suddenly felt inexperienced, like he’d just touched himself for the first time again, powerless to the swollen, sensitive flesh that would twitch and leak just from being a little too close to a pretty girl he didn’t care for. But it wasn’t any girl doing this; it was you who was making him wet himself with cum like a pitiful virgin.
You could feel the warmth spreading beneath you, his pretty brown eyes filled with so much pleasure they couldn’t even look at you properly as he made a mess of himself.
The hot, sticky fabric beneath you, and needy cries of bliss from Tom, only encouraged you to keep chasing your own pleasure, grinding on him through his orgasm.
Only when his whiny pleas reached your ears — practically begging you to stay still as the beginnings of overstimulation started short-circuiting his brain — did you listen.
Despite this, he was panting beneath you and bucking his hips erratically, trying to pull your thighs even further apart as if to get closer to your drooling cunt, contradicting his pleas for you to stop.
You had to quickly try and catch your breath before slapping the hands he had on your thighs, getting him to loosen his grip so you could pull away from where he was so sensitive.
A string of dribbled arousal connected your clothed sexes as you pulled back, kneeling above him with trembling thighs and skirt bunched around your waist. You stared at his mess, pants dark and sticky from where you’d been grinding against him, wetness spread over his crotch and between his thighs from soiling himself with cum.
His hair was messy, dark waves stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his cheeks and ears were flushed a deep pink as he panted beneath you, matching your own shuddering breaths. But he wasn’t looking away; despite cumming in his pants like a boy just starting puberty, his eyes were glued to you. Glued to the space between your slick, shimmery thighs.
“C’mere,” he murmured breathlessly, finally recovered enough to break the silence, not looking away from your soaked panties. They were sheer with absolute arousal, sticking to your pussy like a second skin. “Wanna taste you.”
He stretched forward slightly to cup the back of your thighs, encouraging you forward in an amatory gesture.
Almost kneeling above his head now, you looked down at him. He was so gorgeous like this, face flushed and hair a mess beneath you.
“You don’t have to do this, you know.” A concerned expression adorned your face, even as your arousal dribbled down your thighs and your clit throbbed in anticipation.
Tom just lazily smirked up at you, hands shifting to rest between your arse and lower back.
“Just relax,” he purred, pulling you closer to sit on his face.
A small whimper slipped from your lips as you felt his hot tongue slowly drag over your panties.
Seeing no point in fighting it, you sighed, sinking your full weight onto his face. If his deep groan of approval was anything to go by, vibrating pleasantly against the nerves between your thighs, you knew he wouldn’t have given you a choice but to enjoy it regardless.
From that alone, you knew. You knew he was going to drag it out for as long as possible.
I spent way too long tryna make this post look pretty.
Not too happy with the writing, but oh well.
I also did it entirely on mobile. The amount of hoops I had to jump through for gradient text is insane.
