Summary: Tom Riddle shows his possessive behaviour by fucking reader whilst his ‘friends’ are watching, driven by his jealousy.
Word count: 888
Warnings: NSFW, cheating, smut (public fucking), unprotected sex, rough!Tom, spanking (mentions once), jealous!Tom, degradation, slight choking, it’s a dark Tom Riddle content, don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with this idea.
Note: Thanks to @little-diable for proofreading this fic.
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“Where is Rosier?” Questioned Tom to his Death Eaters as he roughly dragged [Y/n] by her wrist. He looked furious. [Y/n] yelped in pain as Tom finally let go of her, bruises already forming around her wrist. Tom sauntered confidently inside the Room of Requirement without sparing a single glance at his followers, the door behind him vanishing.
A group of Death Eaters divided themselves into two portions and presented a familiar Slytherin student situated at the very back of the crowd, Rosier. He seemed nervous. His Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as Tom advanced towards him and stopped in front of him, eyes looking down at him. Rosier was too scared to look him directly in the eyes.
Tom did find out about a little rendezvous between Rosier and [Y/n] last Friday night.
Tom Riddle was an excellent student in Hogwarts. The epitome of perfection he was. Everyone loved him and professors adored him the most of all students enrolled in the magical institution. Well, except Dumbledore, of course.
Tom knew when people lied to him, thanks to the art of Legilimency. He knew that his little slut [Y/n] liked having sex. Not only with him, but also with some of his followers, the so-called Death Eaters. He tried so many different ways to tame and control her into submission but she was defying him at every turn, to the point where it did make him so possessive over her. It was driving him insane.
[Y/n] wouldn’t admit it last Friday night, she’d met Rosier in an abandoned empty classroom for a quick fuck. Tom was at the meeting with the prefects. She couldn’t stop herself from doing it because she was so bored without Tom by her side. She needed some entertainment at least for that night. Such a whore.
The truth however, was revealed soon enough. Tom wanted his girlfriend to confess her sin that she’d already committed against him.
“It was Rosier.” [Y/n] spilled out after taking a sip of tea Tom gave her. She gasped and hurriedly covered her mouth. ‘Bloody hell-’
He added Veritaserum to her drink. A powerful truth serum, damn it. She was in deep trouble.
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Dimly lighted room, the only source of light came from the fireplace. The hungry eyes of the Death Eaters roaming over the way Tom’s back muscles moved as he fucked her on the table. His curls falling loose, her back arched as skin slapped hard against skin. The sound of moans, whines and grunts were echoing inside the Room of Requirement.
She should be embarrassed as her ‘boyfriend’ shamelessly fucking her while his followers, his Slytherin gang were watching. But all she could feel and think of was Tom, how good he was making her feel at the moment, how he was driving her insane as his hips brutally met hers. Strings of loud moan bled from her open mouth as Tom thrusted his cock deeply into her tight cunt. Her legs were enveloping his waist and bringing him closer to her in a desperate attempt to feel more of him.
Above [Y/n], Tom was barely making any sounds, very much unlike his slut who seemed to be merrily taking an impression of a wanton whore, whining and whining. Fingers curling, tapered nails dragging and leaving possessive red marks down his back. Her actions triumphantly garnered a louder grunt from that man.
The Death Eaters were allowed to watch, but the only ones allowed to have pleasure was their Lord and his precious Lady. They were not allowed to come undone as long as Tom and [Y/n] were still in the room.
Tom linked his lips with hers with urgence and dominance, his tongue demanding access to explore her mouth. She let her mouth open, mewling as they moved their tongue together in sync.
He pulled away from the kiss. Flipping her over, embarrassment crashed upon her as she faced the group of spectators seated at the long table.
“Such a pathetic slut. You like it huh when I fuck your pretty cunt like this, while they’re watching?” He spanked her arse harshly.
“Yes, m-my Lord!” She moaned loudly.
Tom's left hand gripped around her throat whilst his right hand toying with her clit. He pressed his lips against the shell of her ear, licking the sensitive area to which she generously responded. “Tell them, who do you belong to? Say it!”
“You. I belong to you. I only want you, my Lord! Please!” She cried out.
His hips relentlessly met against hers with abandon vigor, repressed moaning and grunts enrapturing his gritted teeth.
“Tom!” Her scream came out in splits, she came first before him. Her vision has been shrouded and all she could perceive was the shift of blur and focus on her beloved Lord as he pleased her and himself. Warm white fluid spurted into her hole, and her mind went blank as she surrendered to the feeling of his cum shooting inside her pussy and oozing out of her seal.
A feeling of pride swelled in Tom’s chest as he’d claimed her in front of his followers. He hated sharing her. She was his and his only.
Regardless that Rosier was a loyal follower, he must be punished pretty soon.
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Side note: This is how I imagine Rosier looks like-
im loving the thought of getting bruised and red marks all over my body by draco and there's otto who'd peppering kiss on each of it IM IN LOVEEEBWJWKKRKWKWKWKEIEKWKWIEIE ALL THANKS TO @creeping156tin FOR GIVING ME THE SCENARIOS ARGHHWHWJJWJE
Draco likes it rough 😤 whilst Otto is a very affectionate guy. Can we share Otto please? 😂
Nvm I just want Tom and Tom only, but maybe I can have one night stand with otto-
I thought @creeping156tin is an innocent girl who doesn't like reading smutty fic-
