༒ 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒕. 𝟏𝟎 ༒
Continuation of Oh to be in a pretty dress and have a gun
Sub! Tom Riddle x Dom! Fem! Reader Tom Riddle x Abraxas Malfoy Genre: smut
Summary: we just want to see Tom fucked by your strap-on in front of his follower.
Warning: Minors DNI. Praise kink. Dumbification. Subtle mom kink. Degradation. Voyeurism. Anal sex. M/M/M/M/F. Fivesome. Edging. Orgasm denial. Tom worshipping you. Nymph!Tom. Objectification. Everyone wants a slice of Tom's cakes.
"She’s changed. Abraxas could only watch in horror. She was no longer the shy, timid, and obedient girl that used to follow everywhere after Tom.
Now, she was the one who held him on a leash."
Photos aren’t mine.
{𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔}
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Abraxas Malfoy was about to go insane.
No owls. No patronus messages. Nothing.
Only a short visit he said. Just to convince Y/L/N to join the crusade, he said. Abraxas believed Tom Riddle; it was true that Y/L/N’s last name held great political and social influence in the wizarding world.
But, when the Dark Lord did not return to the Malfoy Manor after two full days, it was a major concern.
“Get out of the way, Atticus,” Abraxas hissed through gritted teeth. “His safety is my responsibility.”
Atticus was still adamant about not letting him pass through the door, his large figure towering in front of him.
“I’m warning you, Malfoy,” Atticus’ low grumble came across a lot calmer than Abraxas. “I could easily charge you for trespassing.”
“And you for kidnapping,” Abraxas retorted, whipping a wand dramatically out of his robe. At the sound that resembled Tom’s yelp, he grew more agitated. “Now move,” he pointed the wand at Atticus.
Atticus merely rolled his eyes and moved out of the way to the door. “Have it your way,” he sighed.
Abraxas dashed and hurled himself at the door. The door opened quite easily, contrary to his expectation.
“Tom!” he shouted as he attempted to gain back his balance. But the sight that welcomed him was enough to make his head spin again.
No. What was happening in the room was far beyond ‘networking’.
Tom Riddle, his Dark Lord, was bent over the office desk, gripping at the edge as he was thrusted by a cylinder. His shoulders and back tensed under Y/N’s hand, her hand using the grip on him to thrust into him. The curious cylinder– what very much looked like it was made for this purpose– was attached to her hip with belts.
“Welcome, Abraxas,” it was Y/N who said through her short breath.
Abraxas followed your gaze onto the Dark Lord, panting like a dog as he arched his back.
“What are you doing to him?!” Abraxas shouted, coming across more like a desperate plea.
“It’s–, it’s alright, Abraxas,” Tom managed to say through his moans. He slightly angled his head towards him, but his hooded eyes were not brave enough to see his devout follower in the eyes. “It will–, just be a minute, and we can go home–”
Tom’s scattered speech was cut short by Y/N’s thrusts, deeper now.
“Oh, come now,” you pouted dramatically, “You’re not leaving already, are you?”
Her eyes, burning with desire, turned towards Abraxas, sending a shiver down his spine. She’s changed. Abraxas could only watch in horror. She was no longer the shy, timid, and obedient girl that used to follow everywhere after Tom.
Now, she was the one who held him on a leash.
“Things just got fun,” she murmured into Tom’s right ear, the hot breath tingly on his skin.
You watched him clench his hands on your desk, only responding in tremble and violent shakes. You raised your brows at Atticus and Eridanus, barely noticeable, signalling them to come over. They were more than happy to comply.
Atticus hungrily watched Tom as his body slammed against the edge of the desk, the Dark Lord's intent eyes staring, almost glaring up at Atticus challengingly. Atticus’ hands reached into his hair, messing it up even more. Without a word, he gave into his desire and started tracing passionate kisses down his neck, burying himself into Tom’s skin as if he desperately craved it. Eridanus, on the other hand, snaked his hands up and down Tom’s torso, tracing kisses down his left collarbone.
Tom leaned into Atticus’ head, closing his eyes, but his mouth parted open to let out occasional sighs.
Watching your three men entwine with each other, as your henchmen treated Tom like the most expensive whore, a deep desire ignited in your core. Only to be interrupted when your ears caught Tom mumbling some words in short breaths.
“What was that, Tommy?” you asked.
Your eyes were almost maniacal when they turned to Abraxas, his eyes mortified and his expression petrified. You beckoned him over, watching contently as he slowly made his steps towards the entangled bodies.
Tom opened his tired eyes up to the heaven. “I want to–,” he breathed out.
“I–...” but, his voice trailed at Abraxas’s feet that came to a halt in front of him. His eyes followed up to find Abraxas towering over him, his eyes furrowed in a mixture of disappointment, torment, and concern. Like a tidal wave, Tom felt his arousal retreat, like a cold wave that came to grip and nip at his heart instead.
“Glad you got to join us, Malfoy,” Y/N was oblivious to his squirming under Malfoy’s gaze. Perhaps, she didn’t care, even. Malfoy’s eyes raised to meet Y/N flash the kindest smile, “I think you’re just in time to see him cum.”
“It’s just so fun to bully a Dark Lord,” you snickered, roughly pulling and rustling Tom’s hair.
As expected, Tom whipped his head to send you a petrifying glare, the same one he sent at Eridanus, you presumed. But, knowing Tom inside and out, there was nothing that he could do that could scare you.
“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes. “Eridanus, please humble him.”
Eridanus slid off the desk only to dive underneath it. There was a low grumble as Tom groaned at Eridanus’ mouth that just wrapped around his member. His eyes rolled backwards, sighing into the pleasure that was slowly obscuring his embarrassment.
“You were just saying, Tommy?” she gently brushed his hair, who was now averting Malfoy’s eyes to the side, biting down on his lips.
He mumbled again, his cheeks flustered.
You slowed down until the rattling of the desk died down. “Were you able to catch that, Malfoy?” you furrowed.
Seemingly still in shock, Abraxas shook his head. You leaned to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of the Dark Lord who had opted for burying his face down.
“Sorry, Tom. We couldn’t catch that,” you felt a mean smirk reaching your lips. “Could you say that again?”
“Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Tom almost shouted. “I want to come. I want to fucking come already.”
“Happy?” he turned a pair of reproachful eyes to you.
“I am,” you smirked, catching a glance at Malfoy’s flabbergasted expression. You gripped his slender waist, and rewarded him by picking up a pace again, eliciting another moan from him.
“You’ve been so good, right, Tom?” you murmured into his ear as you pushed further into him. Something had changed within Tom, as lust clouded his eyes and he sunk himself deeper on top of you, nodding. It was surprising how much he can take in for his first time. “You’ve been hard and ready for the whole day.”
Atticus had moved onto nibbling on his neck, leaving traces of dark purple down his neck. He moved his large hand up to cover Tom’s airways, holding his nostrils down. Tom fluttered his eyes shut, furrowed eyes of Abraxas disappearing behind his eyelids.
“You want to bust your nuts all over my desk?” you continued into his ear. Tom nodded fervently, his brows furrowing deeply. “Squirt all over my expensive stationery?”
You smiled as Tom shut his eyes tight, the climbing orgasm gripping his body whole. Tom was really enjoying the idea of tainting your desk, the idea of leaving his mark.
“Did you want to ask anything?”
Atticus finally removed his hand, eliciting from Tom a gasp for air. “I want to–, I need to come, Y/N,” he breathed out.
Eridanus had crawled out from underneath the desk, intent on respecting Tom’s wish to come at your hand. Eridanus’ hand gripped at Tom’s cheeks, and his lips now lay pressed against Tom’s, who passionately returned the kiss.
He parted the kiss, his intent eyes boring into those of Eridanus, his eyes blinded with nothing but lust. “I want it more than anything,” he breathed out before sealing those lips again. “I need to come on your cock,” he said again and again like a mantra in between his kiss with Eridanus, a string of saliva connecting between them.
“Fuck,” Tom gasped, breaking off the kiss to numbly gaze at the ceiling. At this point, Tom did not seem to recognise Atticus leaving bite marks all over his beautiful shoulder.
His black, perfectly-combed hair was now a mess, matted with his sweat. His hole, abused already by two men, was dripping more cum at your every thrust, the white viscous liquid oozing out to make its way down his ass and thighs. The desk rattled loud again as Tom bent over it, taking everything you had to give him.
“Please, let me come, Y/N,” he managed to say from in between his gritted teeth. It was clear that Tom was struggling to contain his orgasm at this point. You sighed, aware that you had to let him come at some point.
“Please,” Tom’s nuts, full and ready to burst, swung at every thrust. “I’m going to come so hard you’ll love it I’ll do anything I promise, you have to let me come,” Tom was babbling incoherently at this point, oblivious to the tears that were welling in the corners of his eyes.
“You can,” your eyes flickered to Malfoy, just having come up with a brilliant idea. “If Malfoy says so.”
Tom cracked his eyes open and uneasily looked up at the said blond, who has been staring at Tom in shock and awe, his chest heaving up and down in heavied breathing. Malfoy blinked a few times, as if willing to wake from his daydream. He stared down at his Dark Lord, on his fours, begging his ex to let him come, and now, glaring up at him in a mixture of desperate pleading and shame and excitement– daring him to leave a judgemental remark on his loss of pride and respect.
Suddenly aware and ecstatic at the power that he held in his hand, “You may come,” Abraxas Malfoy’s voice came out shuddered.
Tom Riddle shook violently, feeling the most intense orgasm rock himself. He gripped the edge of the desk and arched his back. It was beautiful. His slender, pale figure rising to the heavens, his shoulder blades and every one of his muscles tensing under his delicate skin. He gritted his teeth, feeling his hole pulsate around your cock as if to desperately milk cum out of the plastic. He shut his eyes tight just to open them again to see the stars. In the distance, he thought he heard Eridanus and Atticus murmur dirty words of wanting his cum and wanting to see him come on Y/N.
Tom’s eyes caught Abraxas, his cheeks flushed pink, hungrily captivated by something. He followed his line of sight, just to catch himself squirting cum all over Y/N’s desk. He gasped for air, watching it stain Y/N’s ledger, financial records, beautiful letter sets and fountain pen. Underneath his cum, Y/N’s writing bled out, becoming illegible. He blinked several times astonished at his cock that was still pumping out semen far, seemingly every time Y/N thrusted. His vein in the temple stirred, followed by a loud ringing in his ears.
Y/N pulled out of him. It was by far the longest orgasm he had. He numbly stared at the mess he had made on the desk, as well as Atticus and Eridanus who bent over the desk, intent on not wasting his cum like insatiable vultures. A vague image made its root in Tom's mind, that he had signed some kind of an unspoken, invisible agreement - an agreement that dictated that Tom Riddle jr. now belonged to Y/N and not to himself.
That they were all going to feast on him until he had nothing left to offer. Until Lord Voldemort was nothing but skin and bones. Nothing but a mere dusty recollection of an image and hope for change and power.
He felt his arms give out underneath him, nearly falling into the puddle of his own cum before a pair of arms caught him. With his tired eyes, he traced the arms to find Abraxas, holding him securely.
Abraxas' fingers, slick with Tom's cum, traced his lips. His eyes still alight wild desires that Tom has never seen before, searching for more where Tom had nothing left to give. Abraxas' lips found Tom's in a passionate kiss, once again, the bitter taste of his own cum staining the back of his throat.
“Look at the mess you made,” through the veil of his exhaustion, he thought he heard Y/N tsk. Her fingers traced the curves of his body and wrapped around his member.
Tom sighed deeply, closing his eyes and leaning into Abraxas' kiss.
Perhaps, it wasn't too bad. Letting go of Lord Voldemort like this.
A/N: Again, so sorry for the very slow update with this series! I really want to thank you guys for the comments, reblogs that encouraged me to keep writing. With so many new fics that I want to write, these are what brings me back to continuing this!
I think I've written most of the ideas for sub!Tom... maybe 2 or 3 more chapters left🤔 Of course, if there is anything you wanted to see, requests are always welcome!
