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prttydolls · 2 years

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making love at the backseat ❥︎ draco malfoy

sypnosis ➪ first stake out turns into first time sex with your boss?

warning(s) ➪ sir kink, innocence kink, spying, 5 year age gap reader is 20 and draco is 25, pet names ; kid, angel, darling .

pairing ➪ mafia!draco x fem!mafiatrainee!reader

authors note ➪ this fic is inspired by my imagined mixed with proffesor cals audio!! Also BYEEE..... I cannot physically write smut without cringing or giggling at the words dick LMFAO also pls lmk if this is bad im not that confident about this fic.

it's your first time, doing a stake out with your boss, draco malfoy not to mention he's super hot and kinda older than you but you didn't mind.

You'd never let anyone know about your adoration about your boss, plus you've heard that he's seeing astoria greengrass? She was only 3 years older than you.

You were really nervous about your first stake out with him, you were really anxious. What if you slipped up? What if you did and he'd kick you out of the mafia group? You couldn't afford that since you worked so fucking hard for a spot.

You were not messing up, definitely not. you made sure of it.

“hello l/n, good evening.” draco greeted you as you got in the car. “hello mr malfoy, good evening to you too.” you said back politely while buckling your seat belt. “right, so you do know what we're going to do?” he asked.

“yes, ofcourse. we spy the warrington and find out who is their new 'big' recruit.” you replied coolly, you sounded so confident but in the inside you were shaking. You hoped that you didn't miss anything wrong.

“atta girl, now let's go.” he chuckled darkly, whilst he drove.

Your breath hitched, damn it. You were panicking on the inside, did he really just call you atta girl? You silently clenched your thighs together you silently hoped he didn't see.

Little did you know, he did. he smirked on the inside,and was already imagining the things he'd do to you.

You were such an innocent girl, so young, so beautiful and yet already joining in violent activities at the age of 20.

He had watch you from afar, watching your every move and your every thought with ofcourse a charm. He was excited to lay his hands on you, with consent ofcourse.

you were going back and forth on your phone, going to Instagram, Facebook, messenger. Just trying to look as if your doing something on your phone, but in reality you were already making a patch onto your lacy panties.

You noticed the time was 10pm, and the GPS calculated you'd both arrive by 11:35pm at the warringtons head quarters.

you were in for a long ride.

‘you have arrived to your destination, thank you for choosing Digital Wizarding GPS.’ a robotic voice said blankly.

“looks like we're here.” draco announced, you tore your eyes off your phone and looked at your surroundings. you saw a underground entrance with a few motorcycles parked inside.

now, both of you had to just wait.

seconds, minutes passed by and no sign of the new member coming out of the underground entrance.

draco kept switching the channel on the radio, whilst you look around anxiously.

an hour or two finally passed by it was already 1:05 am , and still no sign again.

you noticed mr. malfoy gripping the steering wheel tightly his veiny hands. you couldn't help but stare. you imagined that he'd be gripping your thighs as he rammed himself onto you , moaning praises onto your ear.

“what are you staring at kid?” he smirked , a pink hue crept up onto your cheeks. “n-nothing mr. malfoy..” you giggle nervously hoping he'd buy your pathetic lie. “hm, dont act so innocent baby.” he said seductively.

“w-what?” you asked, you mentally cringed at yourself for sounding incredibly innocent. “don't pretend that you arent thinking naughty things about me the whole ride baby.” fuck how did he know.

you choked onto your saliva, “how did you-”

“legilimency darling, you aren't sneaky enough to hide your dirty thoughts about me angel.” he lets go off the steering wheel and cups your cheeks.

“look at you, so innocent yet you have dirty thoughts about your boss?”

you didn't respond to him, he brought himself closer to you and placed his lips onto yours.

god— his lips felt amazing, its abit chapped, but really soft .

you kissed back with alittle force you had left, hoping you'd win domination over him, but obviously he won and already left so many bruises onto your neck.

“fuck— your so hot.. angel wants me to take you here on m’car.” he said while rubbing himself on your neck, “sir...” you moaned. “please sir..” you begged for more.

draco couldn't take it anymore he needed to be inside you.

“go to the backseat now.” he demanded, you quickly stood up your seat while you were doing so your dress showed your wet panties to draco and he groaned at the sight of the panties.

he quickly followed you after and took of his clothes as you see stripped too.

he swore he cummed at the sight, seeing your breasts being exposed in the cold air, he kneeled down and sucked onto one of your nipples making you moan at his action, but he quickly removed himself and he looked afraid?

“are you sure you want to do this y/n?” he asked a side of draco malfoy you have never seen before was speaking to you, “yes. i want this draco.” you replied desperately while grinding your clothed core with his.

he attached his lips back onto your nipple sucking,nipping,kissing it passionately.

all could draco think of is ‘fuck the stake out.’

he quickly removed his boxers, letting you see his cock. you drooled at the sight, you knew Draco's size was big but not THAT big.

his tip was already oozing out the white sticky substance.

“im gonna fuck you okay?” he said while placing you onto his lap. “please do..sir..” his member hardened at the nickname ‘sir’.

“okay baby, lets take these pretty panties off you first.” he tore off the panties and threw it somewhere across the car. “now where were we?”

draco slowly inserts himself onto your core, and you both moaned at the feeling of being inside eachother, it was like your both puzzle pieces. you were meant to click together.

“mm.. sir your so big..” you groaned at his size, “im gonna make sure this slutty pussy is all full with my babies alright?” just the thought of him already filling you up with his juices made you wanna scream.

“please do s-sir!”

draco thrusted himself onto you, as you kissed his neck and left love bites all over.

the sound of skin slapping is all that you can hear inside the car, draco wouldn't be surprised if someone found out. both of you were being loud, very loud.

“such a slut aren't you? this was supposed to be a stake out, but here we are.” draco chuckled darkly while slapping your ass, “m’sorry sir..you just look so- so pretty...” you shamelessly bounced on his dick, “couldnt help it.”

draco just smirked at you and placed his lips with yours, tounges dancing together„ you didn't wanna remove your lips from his, so did he. but obviously you both needed air, you both panted together and went back to fucking eachother.

“angel, you look so perfect like this..” draco confessed as he moves a strand of hair outof your face, “mm..thank you sir.” you could sense that the both of you were almost at your high.

“sir c-can i cum? please?” you pleaded vigorously, “with those manners ofcourse, cum right after me a-angel.” his uneven breaths made you proud of yourself because you made him like that.

as orgasm, washed over the both of you and you felt so relieved. you lay your head onto Draco's naked chest while both of your liquids were currently staining the car seats.

“you were such a good girl for me, how are you feeling?” he asked caringly. “m'okay..”

“you arent bad as i thought kid.”

“whats that supposed to mean?”

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delqcate · 2 years

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first, this man is very protective and possessive over you no matter what, your with him during a meeting and someone in the room gives you a suggestive look and he sees you getting uncomfortable, he dead next day curtesy of draco.

AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE NIGHTS WHERE HE IS A STRESSED MAN OH LORDDD YOUR LEGS WILL NOT WORK NEXT DAY FOR SUREEEEE and he will definitely use his gun for shit but its not loaded with anything and he makes sure to check and remind you so you won't get scared

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suugarbabe · 5 months

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[Chapter 7]

Word count: 5.4k

Warnings: SMUT, dom!reader, sub!mattheo, male!masterbation, 18+ content below the cut, MDNI!!

Warmth. That’s what you felt pressed against your back and across your middle as you slowly started to blink your eyes awake. You were confused at first, thinking maybe you were dreaming the sensations that you felt, but looking down at your waist and seeing the tattooed hand that was splayed across your stomach confirmed: Mattheo had stayed through the night. You stretched your arms out in front of you, stretching out your muscles from sleep and the other previous nights activity.

Mattheo must have thought you were trying to get up from the action, his arm that was wrapped around you instinctively pulling you closer to his chest. His face burrowed into your neck, breath fanning against your skin as his breathing stayed even. You allowed him to embrace you a little longer, getting lost in your thoughts, thinking about what everything in the last 12 hours meant. Were you and Mattheo together now, like officially together? Would he tell the others? Were you even allowed to talk about it? You tried your best to fall back asleep, if only until Mattheo woke up, but your mind wasn’t slowing down.

Reluctantly peeling his arm from you slowly, you slipped from the bed, putting on your slippers and heading down to the kitchen. You knew Gimball would make your morning tea for you if you asked, he often makes it for you before you even wake up, but he must have known not to do that this morning. You also didn’t have a house elf at your old place, and you liked the routine of doing some things for yourself still.

As if he expected the change in routine, you walked into the kitchen to see Gimball working on breakfast, but your favorite mug and tea bag sitting on the counter while a kettle was on the stove. “How did you know I’d be down here, Gimball?” You questioned the small elf playfully. Without ceasing his movements he replied to your question, “Gimball knows many things Miss Birdie, especially that Master Mattheo does not like to be disturbed in the mornings.” You smiled at this, cheeks tinting the slight pink at the realization that Gimball knew Mattheo was in your room. Ripping open the teabag and placing it in your mug, you tied the string to the handle before walking over to the whistling kettle.

“You’ve known Mattheo a long time, hmm?” You asked it as if you hadn’t seen into Mattheo’s memories, wanting to see what the elf might say. With a snap of his fingers an array of plates and kitchenware appeared on the large center island, “Gimball has been with the Riddle family for three generations, he remembers Master Mattheo’s birth, taught him his schooling. Master Mattheo is a good man, good man Miss Birdie.” You hummed in acknowledgement, smiling as you poured the hot water into your mug, “Was he good in school?”

You were just fishing for any knowledge about him now, anything you knew he probably wouldn’t tell you, at least not right now. Gimball nodded as he set up all the breakfast food and teas for everyone, “Oh yes, Master Mattheo is very smart, very smart indeed. Very observant, but I’m sure Miss Birdie has already come to knowledge of that.” You huffed out a laugh, nodding your head, “Oh yeah, almost too observant for his own good if you ask me.” Gimball let himself smile at your statement, something you didn’t see him do often. With another snap of his fingers, the food arrangement disappeared from the center island. You knew it was now on the large dinning room table, awaiting everyone in the house as they individually made their way down.

Gimball looked at you again, “Master cares very deeply about Miss Birdie.” You nodded your head, “I know Gimball, he really looks at us like a family. It’s a nice feeling.” Gimball shook his head, waving his small finger in the air, “No, Miss Birdie misunderstands Gimball. His care for her is different than the others. Master Mattheo is not always good with his words. Sometimes he cannot express how he feels properly. Master was not allowed to say his feelings when he was little.”

You opened your mouth to ask him to explain further, to tell you what he meant by his last few statements but the opening of the kitchen door caught your attention. You turned at the intrusion, only to see Mattheo standing in the doorway, now completely clothed for the day in a pair of black slacks and a white button up rolled to the elbows, displaying the veins and tattoos that decorated his forearms. You were clearly gawking and if Mattheo noticed (which he probably did) he was polite this morning and chose not to acknowledge the fact.

“What’re you doing in here?” was his question instead. You turned back around, only to see Gimball had apparated away. Turning back to Mattheo you held your mug up to your lips, taking a small sip, “Tea.” He quirked an eyebrow, “You know Gimball would’ve made that for you.” You nodded, “I know, but I like to do it myself sometimes.” Mattheo held the door open for you to exit, following close behind you as you did so. “You left me this morning, woke up to an empty bed and pillows that smelled like you,” he whispered in your ear, giving your hip a light squeeze. You smirked at this, not being able to help your quip back, “Mmm, what a bummer of a feeling. Thankfully I was still in the house and you didn’t wake up like that only to find me gone for days on end.”

Mattheo’s eyebrows shot up, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek as he suppressed a smirk. “We’ve got an attitude this morning I see,” he spoke as he sat down next to you at the table. You shook your head, “I would never get an attitude with you, Mattheo.” He huffed out a small laugh then, pilling food onto his plate and choosing not to respond. Soon the others started to trail in, thankfully most of them still in their sleepwear making you not feel like the only one.

Once finished with breakfast Mattheo placed a small kiss on your temple, stating he needed to go to the club early to take care of a few things before the night started. He took Pansy and Draco with him, leaving you at the table with Blaise, Theo and Enzo. The three wore devious smirks, Enzo’s eyes down at his plate avoiding yours. Theo, however, had no shame, pointing his fork at you while he talked, “So, sorella, have a good night?” You glared at him, “Fine, thanks.” Theo gave you a knowing look, “Enjoy it with anyone else?”

This question caused Enzo to choke slightly on his sip of orange juice, the other two men not holding back their laughter. “Serves your right, Enzo,” you stated harshly. The lanky man held up his arms, “Hey, I never said anything!” You rolled your eyes, “But you were smirking like you thought you knew something and obviously agree with Teddy.” Blaise tapped his fork on his glass, grabbing everyone’s attention, “Alright alright, lets stop teasing the poor girl. If anything did happen, which were not saying it did,-”

“or didn’t!” Theo pointed out. Blaise nodded, “Or didn’t,” you rolled your eyes, “can we all just agree that tonight is going to be interesting as hell. Well for us,” he gestured between himself and Theo and Enzo, “maybe not for you, Birdie.” You furrowed your brows in confusion, not understanding the implications of his statement. “Why is tonight going to be interesting for everyone but me, Blaise? What’s happening?” Theo couldn’t stop himself from laughing, clutching his stomach and rearing back in his seat. Enzo gave you a sad smile, “Because there’s a new dancer coming tonight. The one you covered for quit and Pansy said the new one is coming for her first shift this evening.”

You shrugged your shoulders, stuffing another piece of fruit in your mouth, “Okay, so? I don’t care about that. I only danced that one time because Mattheo said I couldn’t. I like bartending with you Enzo. Why would a new dancer make me upset?” Theo leaned both elbows on the table, clasping his hands in front of him as his tilted his head to the side, “Because this girl is proper fit, like, thank you fucking Salazar fit.” You rolled your eyes, “Again…so? All the dancers are fit, Teddy. You’re just a horndog.” Blaise jumped in, “Mattheo used to have a reputation…with dancers.” You stiffened slightly, but waved your hand telling him to continue, “It’s stopped since you came around, for some reason,” he raised his eyebrows slightly, “Everyone’s just curious to see how it will go.”

You placed your fork on your place, dabbing your lips with the napkin from your lap before standing, “Mattheo’s a big boy. I don’t control him, he can do what he wants. Like I said, there’s nothing going on between us, I’m just like the rest of you guys to him.” Theo snorted at this, while Enzo groaned. Blaise just shrugged his shoulders, “Whatever you say, Birdie. Just know if you feel like fighting, I’m on your side.” You couldn’t help but laugh at everyone’s dramatic reactions, “Thank you, Blaise, but I’m sure that wont be necessary. Everything’s going to be fine.”

And it appeared so for the first few hours you were at the club. You and Enzo worked together restocking the bar while Blaise and Theo sat on the stools, going over plans for different ‘business trips’ and other ordeals. You didn’t push it, but did try to sneak a glance or two at what they were working on. You had grown apparently too close to Theo those few days because he immediately caught you. Giving you a playful scolding for even trying.

Nothing seemed a bother until you went to put up two new bottles of rum and nearly slammed into the side of Enzo. “What are you-” you went to question but Enzo’s large hand palmed the top of your head like a basketball and turned it until your line of vision was the same as his. Immediately you felt like your body was on fire with rage.

Across the club Pansy was standing with Mattheo and a brunette woman. She was wearing what you would barely consider clothing in a skirt so short it was practically knickers and a top that was so small you figured there had to be a spell put on it for her breasts not to be spilling out. But that wasn’t even the bother as most of the dancers dressed in similar attire. What was bothering you was the way Mattheo was interacting with her.

It wasn’t like he was coming on to her, but it wasn’t like he was being her boss either. Though it was very apparent that she was coming on to him. Touching his arm, twirling her hair between her fingers, biting her lip. And Mattheo wasn’t helping, leaning slightly in to her touch, giving her a devilish grin. “What a fucking slag,” the words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them and Blaise nearly choked on his drink.

“Mattheo or Trixie?” Theo asked, knowing that using the girls name would probably instill more rage in you. Your eyebrows shot up, a scoff leaving your lips. Enzo groaned, “Cmon, Nott. Don’t rile her up more.” You opened your mouth to respond but it only dropped further in shock when you saw Mattheo tuck a stray hair behind Trixie’s ear. The three boys followed your gaze, all beginning to mumble amongst themselves about how everything was going to play out.

Jealousy is a sexy look on you, Princess, Mattheo’s voice rang between your ears as your eyes snapped to meet his. The fucker had the audacity to smirk at you before giving his attention back to the girl. You slammed a glass down on the counter, not breaking it but definitely causing a sound loud enough for all eyes to turn to you. “Oi, watch it, Birdie. Do you have any idea how much those glasses cost?” You hadn’t noticed Draco walk up to the bar before your actions, too focused on the growing grin Mattheo wore at your increased rage.

Then an idea popped into your head, a definitive way to get back at Mattheo being a right prick. You walked from behind the bar, coming now to stand in front of Draco who only eyed you suspiciously. “Hi Dray,” your voice sickly sweet, “Have any dinner plans?” Draco looked to the other three boys, obviously asking for an explanation of your question. Theo rolled his eyes but Blaise only chucked, “She’s plotting something to get back at Riddle. Seems like your her pawn, Malfoy.”

Draco raised his eyebrows as he looked down at you, “This true, Darling? You trying to use me to get back at cousin? What’d he do- ohh, I see now.” Draco glanced over top of you at Mattheo still talking with Trixie, his focus slightly less strict now that he noticed you grab hold of Draco’s bicep. Meeting your eyes again Draco shrugged, “You know what, fuck it. Matt’s been a dick to me lately, serves him right.”

You sealed happily, clasping your hands together, “Seriously? Oh, Merlin, thank you so much!” You wrapped your arms around Draco’s middle, smushing your face into his upper abdomen. “Easy, there. Don’t want him to kill me before we get to the main event,” Draco joked. You pulled back, smile still evident. Enzo just shook his head, “You sure bout this, Angel?”

Nodding, you walked back round the bar, “Oh I’m sure. Wanna go around 9, Dray? There’s no way he’d leave in the middle of busy hours. You can handle the bar yourself tonight, right Enzie?” You turned to your friend with pleading eyes. Enzo nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll make Pansy help if needed.” You hugged Enzo now, who let out a low chuckle and patted your back.

“I’ll leave a dress for you in the dancers changing room, you’ll get dressed here and I’ll make sure he sees you before we leave,” Draco was looking down at his phone as he spoke. You nodded, “Okay, sounds good.” He sent you a wink before walking back towards the office. You looked at the clock, noting you had four hours to get through before you could implement your plan.

Those hours seemed to drag, Enzo constantly reminding you to not watch the clock and just work. When you saw it was 8:30 you gave Enzo’s arm a light squeeze to let him know you were going to get ready. In the changing rooms you saw a garment bag with your name etched on it. Always showing off money, huh, you thought in your head. Unzipping the bag your face was graced with a smirk. Inside hung a velvet ruched bodycon minidress in a deep emerald green. The chest a sweetheart neckline with a slightly deeper plunge.

Slipping it on you were delighted with the outcome. The dress contouring every curve of your body, hiding the insecure bits and accentuating your assets. Doing your hair in loose waves and applying some light makeup, you slipped on the black heels Draco had included and walked out of the changing room, nearly running into the one person you’d hoped would see you.

Grabbing hold of your waist, Mattheo eyed you questioningly, “Where do you think you’re going?” You rolled your eyes, which only irritated him further, “Don’t worry boss, I’m not dancing. I’m just going to dinner.” This didn’t make Mattheo stop worrying, if anything he worried further. “Dinner? With fucking who?”

“With me, cousin,” Draco walked into the hall, clad in a pair of sleek black trousers and a black button up, “My, my, you look ravishing, darling.” You peeled Mattheo’s hands from your hips, turning to the blonde boy now, “Thank you, Dray. You ready?” Draco nodded, holding out his arm for you to take. You looped your arm in his, glancing over to Mattheo once more to see his face in a deep scowl, jaw clenched. You smirked, flashing him a wink. Jealousy looks sexy on you, Teo, you thought to him just as Draco apparated to the restaurant.

As expected, dinner was wonderfully expensive and posh. Draco surprisingly keeping conversation with you quite well. You even complimented him on it, “I didn’t think I’d every see this side of you Draco. It’s…nice.” Draco snorted slightly, “Figured I’d give an effort since you’re going to be my family one day.” You smiled, “Awh, aren’t we already family Dray? All playing house in that big manor?” Draco shook his head, smirking now, “I meant with what’s going on between you and cousin.”

You rolled your eyes, “Why does everyone keep saying shit like that? I’m sure he doesn’t treat me any differently than any of the other girls he’s shagged.” Draco’s grin grew two sizes, “So you guys have fucked? More than once or…?” You glared at him, “You’re insufferable.” The blonde just smiled more, “You know I’ve known him my whole life, seen him with a lot of girls, and I mean a lot of girls-” You cut him off quickly, “Thank you Draco, move on please.” He snickered lightly, “I’m just saying, I’ve never seen him act like he does with any other girl he’s been around except you. He’s kind of always seen women as a means to an end, like they’re just there for him when he wants them to be, then he can throw them away when he doesn’t.”

A frown painted your face, not wanting to see Mattheo in that kind of light, but knowing Draco was likely telling the truth. Draco continued, “He’s protective over you, not like he is with the rest of us. It’s like…possessive. Obsessed. He used to be really off the wall wild with every trip we made with the business, but now he’s doing more strategic planning, like he doesn’t want anyone to get in to much danger, like he has something to look forward to when he gets back.”

Your chest warmed with this new information, “You’re really close with him.” Draco nodded, “We were best mates growing up. Mum’s are sisters, but his was always off with his dad, you know him,” you nodded with a grimace, “so he would stay with my family a lot. Even had his own room at mine. I know we call each other cousin but he was practically a brother to me growing up, until I went away to school. His dad didn’t let him go to Hogwarts, wanting to train him like some sort of secret weapon for the war.” You nodded your head, remembering the memories you intruded on with Mattheo.

“He used to beg me to teach him everything I learned during summer Holiday. He caught on so fast too. Used to keep my old textbooks and practice with Gimball while I was away. When the war came he was really conflicted. Hell, we all were. I’m surprised you even came to the club after everything that happened. Didn’t you know…about us?” His question caught you a little off guard. Sure, you had known of Draco in school, he made it practically hard for someone not to know him. And you knew slightly of the others, just that they were similar to Draco, purebloods with family members that were devoted Dark Lord followers, but it had been a few years, everyone kind of grew up, looked a little different. Everyone but Draco, sticking still to his signature looks.

You shrugged, “I knew of the club, knew it was wizard ran, but I didn’t know by who. I definitely didn’t know you guys worked there. Had no real clue about Mattheo at all until Pansy told me. Voldemort definitely kept that secret well.” Draco nodded. You looked up from your plate now, meeting his eyes, “If Mattheo really saw me in the way you imply he does, why was he flirting with a dancer earlier today.” Draco’s lip twitched like he was holding back a smile, “Sometimes old habits die hard. Sometimes we get scared of the feelings we have because they happen so deeply, like nothing we’ve ever had before. And sometimes, when we’re especially stubborn, we just need someone to put us in our place. Take charge, so to speak, to prove to us that they reciprocate what we’re feeling, even to the deepest of depths.”

You quirked an eyebrow at his words, questioning if you were really understanding what he was saying. Draco sighed slightly, “I know Mattheo. I’ve seen him in many stages of life, many emotions, good and bad. He’s never allowed himself to feel as deeply about a person as he does for you because he knows once he starts falling, he’s never going to stop. If you feel the same, you have to show him. If you want what he wants, prove it to him. But you have to play his game. Don’t be a pawn, be a gamekeeper. Show him who’s boss, I’m sure he’s tired of the title.”

Draco paid the bill before taking you both back to the manor. Like a gentleman he walked you to the steps leading up to the rooms. “Thank you for tonight, Draco. It was lovely.” Draco smiled down at you, placing a friendly hand on your shoulder. He leaned in close, giving you a peck on your cheek and whispering in your ear, “Anytime darling.” He gave you a curt wink before walking toward his office on the main floor. You turned round, heading up the steps and walking into your room.

He had probably hoped to startle you, but you had almost expected him to be there waiting for you. “Have fun tonight, Princess? Fuck my cousin? Was he good?” You huffed a laugh, taking off your jewelry and setting it atop your dresser before turning to face him. “Don’t be brash, Teo,” you looked him over, sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. His hair was disshelved like he’d been running his hands through it. Which he had been while waiting for you and Draco to come home. The thoughts in his mind spinning wildly about what could have happened.

You walked towards him across the room, him standing to meet you when you push him back down, crawling into his lap. “Draco and I just had dinner,” your fingers started to delicately undo the buttons of his shirt, all the way down before pushing it off his shoulders, “just like I said before we left.” He grunted, unconvinced, his hands going to your waist but you pushed them off, “I didn’t say you could touch me.” He tilted his head slightly, looking at you with a sly grin. You reached between your bodies, unbuttoning his trousers and sliding down the zipper.

You stood up then, Mattheo going to follow once more but you tsked at him, “Sit and take off your pants, briefs too,” you leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I want to see all of you, handsome.” Mattheo felt his cock twitch at your words, at your directions. He wasn’t sure what was happening but he knew he wanted to find out. You walked back towards the bed, just a few feet away, slipping your dress off your shoulders to reveal your bare breasts and black thong to the man across from you.

Mattheo couldn’t help but groan at the site, his cock standing at attention as you slid your panties down your legs before you climbed onto the foot of the bed before turning to face him, legs spread open wide so he got a full view of your glistening cunt. Mattheo groaned at the sight. “You can touch yourself, Teo. Go on,” you encouraged and he followed directions, instantly grabbing hold of his thick cock and pumping himself, “Show me what you wish you were doing to me,” you let your hands cup your breasts, squeezing them lightly causing Mattheo to groan at the view, his eyes rolling, “because tonight you don’t get to touch me at all.”

His eyes shot open then, hand stilling on his length. You pouted at him, mocking his frown, “Don’t stop now, baby. I was enjoying the view.” You lightly slid your hand up the insides of your thighs, giving yourself goosebumps. Mattheo watched with hungry eyes as you took two fingers and glided them through your folds, coating your fingers in your slick before rubbing your clit lightly. “Keep touching yourself, baby, let me see you,” you started applying more pressure on your bundle of nerves, slight whimpers leaving your mouth as Mattheo started slowly guiding his hand up and down his length once more.

When you slid two fingers inside of yourself, eliciting a gasp from your lips you didn’t miss Mattheo’s low, “Fucking hell”, glancing a look at his desperate eyes. Pumping your fingers you couldn’t help but tease him more, “You’re being such a good boy for me, Teo. Oh, fuck, my fingers stretch me so good, but not as good as when I’m stretched around you, Oh, god, Teo.” Hearing his name fall from your lips while he watched you pleasure yourself was his idea of torture. Your hips bucked against your hand, your clit hitting your palm with every grind and building the familiar heat in the pit of your stomach, “Fuck, Teo, I wish I was about to come on your cock, but you just had to misbehave this afternoon, didn’t you?”

His nostrils flared at your words, speech stuttering as his thumb swiped over his slit, eyes glued to your fingers pumping in and out of your cunt, “I-I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t-”

“Shut up,” you moaned out, looking up to see himself pumping his cock faster. You could tell he was close by the amount of precum leaking from his tip. “Stop touching yourself,” you commanded. Mattheo groaned, but listened to instructions. When you saw he had stopped your bucked your hips faster, chasing your high until you were tumbling over the edge into your orgasm, “Fuck, oh fuck, yes.” Mattheo’s dick twitched at the sight of you coming undone, your thighs quaking, clamping shut on your hand as you rode out your high, still pumping your fingers in and out of yourself before you slowed down, catching your breath and making eye contact with him.

You slid your fingers from your cunt, your juices glistening to where Mattheo could see if across the room. “Come taste, baby,” you held your fingers out of him. Mattheo clambered over quickly, immediately latching his lips to your fingers, tongue swirling around your digits to get every last drop. His lips left your fingers with a pop, hands going to grab your thighs to spread them back open for himself. You slapped his hands away, scooting yourself backwards until you reached the head of the bed, leaning against the pillows.

You spread your legs wide, patting the space between them. “C’mere, Teo. Come sit right here, back to me.” Mattheo crawled over to you, lips quickly attaching to yours in a feverish kiss. His palm against your cheek and fingers splayed on the back of your neck holding you steady as his tongue explored your mouth, groaning at the taste of you still on his tongue. With all the mental strength you could muster you push him away, slapping his face lightly.

Immediately Mattheo started apologizing, “I’m so sorry, Princess, I couldn’t, fuck, I just couldn’t help myself.” You shook your head at his ramblings, making a spinning motion with your finger indicating him to turn around and get in the position you instructed him to be in before. Mattheo turned around, lying against your chest. You delicately ran your nails along his thighs, his cock twitching at the action. “I was going to let you cum, maybe even help you, but you broke a rule.”

You grabbed Mattheo’s hand, guiding it back toward his aching cock. As he stroked himself again you ran your nails lightly up his sides, his muscles twitching in your wake. You continued to talk to him, tease him and get him further to the edge, “Last night you were so good to me, making me feel so full.” Mattheo let out a low groan as you trailed kisses along the side of his neck, his strokes becoming quicker, “Love it when you grip my thighs, spreading them open as you sink your big cock into my tight little cunt.”

Mattheo let out a shuddered breath as his thumb swiped over his tip. You grab his wrist then, stopping his movements. He let slip a pathetic whimper, begging you for release, “Fuck, please, Princess, I need to cum so bad.” His chest was heaving, head resting back against your shoulder. You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp, “Do you deserve that, Teo? Do you deserve to cum after blatantly flirting with that fucking slag right in front of me, hmm?” Mattheo groaned, “Fucks sake, I said I was sorry, you went out with c-cousin I should be p-punishing you.”

He stuttered over his words as you raked your nails up his thighs again, massaging just near where he wanted your touch but not giving in. “We just had dinner, just talked. If you thought it was anything more you would’ve hurt him by now.” You released his wrist, allowing him to pleasure himself once more. “Go on, baby,” you wrapped one arm around his shoulders, the other grabbing hold of his hair, pulling his head back with force. “Tell me who you’re thinking about when you touch yourself, is it her or is it me?”

Mattheo let out a guttural moan, “Fuck, Princess, it’s you. O-only you.” You started kissing up his neck again, biting the taught skin before licking to soothe it, making sure to leave a few marks. “Every time I think of you, fuck, and now I have the image of your tight little cunt stretching around my cock so perfectly. I never want anything else, oh gods.” You could tell he was close now, hips bucking into his hand. You brought your lips close to his ear, breath ghosting over his skin, “Cum for me, baby. Be a good boy.”

At your command a deep grunt left his throat, hot ropes of white shooting from his tip and on to the duvet in front of him. Coming down from his high he relaxed into you further, chest heaving as his breathing slowly evened out. You ran your fingers through his hair, kissing his temple. “Fucking Salazar’s sake, Princess, you trying to kill me now, hmm?” You smiled into his skin, “You did this to yourself, sir.”

He smiled lightly, “I said I’m sorry, Princess. Merlin, if I'd known this is what would happen from some simple flirting I would’ve never started.” He turned round, resting his head on your chest now. You hummed lightly, “I think you more than liked what just happened.” Mattheo pinched the side of your bum lightly, causing you to squeal. He turned his head, resting his chin atop your chest before leaning up slightly and catching your lips in a chaste kiss one, two, three times before laying his head back down.

You stayed like that for a moment before he broke the silence, “The boys say I’m growing attached to you.” You smiled slightly, hands running through his messy curls, “Do you agree with them?” He nodded, “Scares me how much I care about you, Birdie.” You frowned slightly, though he couldn’t see it, “Why does it scare you?” His eyes fluttered shut, you playing with his hair soothing him. He slid his hands beneath the underside of your shoulders, holding you as close as possible, “Means I’ve got something to lose.”

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༒•𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞•༒

Tom Riddle x Fem! Reader x Draco Malfoy Genre: Pure filth.

Summary: You're caught touching yourself in the Dark Lord's office by Draco Malfoy. What will your punishment be? Will Tom Riddle be merciful?

Warning: Minors DNI! Overstimulation. Fingering. Dumbification. Degradation. Tom teasing you. Tom being "gentle". Spit kink. Dom! Tom. Mafia!Tom if you squint. Dom!Draco. Slut shaming. Dubcon.

Photos aren't mine.

-> ༒•𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟•༒

You let out a deep sigh, sinking deeper into the currents of pleasure.

Your fingers gently ran up and down your folds, your eyes trained on the empty seat across the desk, where he always sat.

“This isn’t what our Dark Lord pays you to do, Y/L/N.”

You jumped up from your seat, pulling down on your skirt. You turned on your heels to find the spoiled arse kisser, leaning against the wall, sneering.

You felt your cheeks burn. Stammering, you still found the courage to say, “None of your business, Malfoy.”

Malfoy’s eyes stirred in an amused surprise at your apparent refusal to admit to the crime.

“Really?” a raise of a brow. Malfoy took slow, steady steps towards you. “Well, as a lieutenant general, I’d say whatever happens in this office has got everything to do with me.”

Your nostrils flared stubbornly, “A shame you have no proof—, wha, what are you doing?!”

It was then that Malfoy’s wand quickly moved to push you down on Mr. Riddle’s desk, your wrists held together in a tight rope.

Malfoy tilted his head in an exaggerated ponder as he ran his slick index finger down your folds, eliciting a suppressed shudder out of you.

Malfoy observed the string of cum that formed in between his thumb and index finger. “I believe I do,” a low chuckle.

Malfoy pulled up the hem of your skirt, exposing your bare ass. He gasped dramatically at the lack of panties, “Have you been walking around like this?”

He ran his hand down your cheek. “Didn’t know you were such a naughty girl, Y/L/N,” he breathed out.

He grabbed at your ass before giving it a slap. You gasped, a subdermal burning sensation ran over you. Another slap to the other cheek. Then another.

You bit down on your lips and angled your head to send him a resentful look.

Draco Malfoy only cackled at the sight, throwing his head back. “Don’t look at me, Y/L/N.” He grabbed at your hair, pulling your head back towards him for him to whisper into your ear. “You’re the one who broke into Our Lord’s office.”

You caught sight of the wicked grin spread across Malfoy's lips as he sent another blow to your cheek. You let out a suppressed moan.

“Enjoying this, are we?” Malfoy sneered, his ensuing blows only getting quicker and rougher.

You shifted your weight between your legs, subconsciously wanting to cause friction between your thighs. However, the blond was quick to catch you in the act.

“No no,” he slapped away at the inside of your thighs, causing you to spread apart for him. “This is supposed to be a punishment, Y/L/N.”

Malfoy produced a plug for a good measure, pushing it into you. His silver eyes peered into you, his lips widening into a smirk, “Wouldn’t want a half-blood cum staining Our Lord’s office,” his hand tapped on your cheek.

It was then that you two heard a click on the office door. You arched your head back and felt your knees wobble underneath your weight at the sight, even with the support of the desk.

Mr. Tom Riddle had poked his head into the office, his curious eyes darting around in search of the source of the noise before they settled on you. His dark hair ruffled from travel, his tired eyes captured you bent over his office desk with reddened arse on full display. A brief shock flashed across his eyes.

“Draco?” his eyes narrowed on you with an amused smirk slowly making its way to his lips. “What is the meaning of this?”

Draco pulled you up against him, turning you around to face the one and only Lord Voldemort. Your breath hitched in your throat when Malfoy’s arm swung across your throat, effectively holding you in place against him. You fought against his grip, to no avail.

“Caught her sneaking into your office, sir,” he hissed. Malfoy’s biceps pulsed as his arm tightened around you, tightening around your airway. Your lips pursed.

With your arms tied at your back, all you could do was fight against Malfoy’s strong arm with violent twists of your torso, as Tom Riddle continued to take slow but deliberate steps toward you.

However, it wasn’t Malfoy’s command under his breath to stay still, nor the office door that Tom Riddle locked behind him, that caused you to freeze. No. It was Tom Riddle’s piercing eyes.

Once again, you felt your knees give a weak wobble underneath you as his eyes captured you fully, his eyes briefly lingering on the hem of your office skirt that was still flipped in the corner. You were caught with an urge to correct your appearance, salute, or run away from the spot like crazy all at the same time. In the end, all you could do was stay frigid like prey caught in the headlight.

“I was punishing her, sir,” you were certain that the voice of Malfoy, even that confident Malfoy, wavered in the presence of the Dark Lord. “She was touching herself, you see.”

An amused smile spread on the Dark Lord’s lips as he rounded around the office desk. “Is that so?” a quirk of a brow.

Malfoy shifted his feet and turned towards Tom Riddle, now sitting and leaning back in his comfortable leather chair. For a brief second, his eyes flickered to the top of his desk with a nudge of his chin.

Malfoy understood that command perfectly and pushed you forward, forcing you to climb onto the large office desk. Your knees scraped against the wooden surface as Malfoy inched you closer to the Dark Lord. Your toes wobbled underneath you, whether from the weight or from the nerves, you did not know. Malfoy’s arm still locked your throat against him.

“Her name?” he murmured. You felt a shiver run down your spine as Tom Riddle’s eyes grazed over from head to toe, like sampling you on a starter dish.

“Y/L/N, sir,” you heard Malfoy from a little above your right ear.

Tom Riddle only hummed. He leaned forward in his seat, the creak of the chair’s wheel the only sound in the silent room. The air was tense as strings strung across the room, the strained lines enough to shred you. Tom Riddle seemed to be contemplating what to do with you as his hands steepled in front of his lips.

Suddenly, his right hand stirred. The hand reached over to you, closing the distance between you two. Slowly, his hand snaked its way towards your core, exposed to the air underneath the single layer of your skirt. You fidgeted against Malfoy’s grip, but it was no use. His right arm only wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer against him.

Your breath hitched at the cold touch of Tom Riddle’s fingers. Perhaps he was truly cold-blooded as the rumours said, or it was simply because he had been travelling in the frigid air of winter London. His fingers were cold as ice as they danced over the skin of your folds.

You gave out a shuddered breath when Tom Riddle pulled out the plug from within you. The metallic object, now coated with your arousal, shone in his fingers.

Tom Riddle raised a brow at you, most likely intended at Malfoy behind you.

“Didn’t want her half-blood cum on your desk, sir,” you were certain you heard Malfoy stammer.

The Dark Lord hummed and placed the plug on his desk. His hand proceeded to glide over your exposed thighs. His brows furrowed at the reddened areas inside your thighs, sure to turn into a nasty bruise. “This is no way to treat a lady, Draco…”

“But her half-blood–” Malfoy’s persistent objection barely reached the Dark Lord’s ears as his fingers grazed across your sensitive skin, marked by a warm, soft sensation of a feather running its way over your bruises.

“Pure or impure,” Tom Riddle’s voice was more stern than usual as his hand retreated, content with the outcome of his healing spell. “You’ll find that sometimes giving your subordinates what they desire would be the simplest solution.”

Malfoy was lost with words, unsure of what he was getting at. You, also confused, narrowed your eyes down at his enigmatic expression. Your chest heaving anxiously under Malfoy’s arm in short bursts.

“You kept picturing me and you just couldn’t help it, correct?” Tom Riddle’s soft voice somewhat alleviated your concern. At least he seemed to be in an understanding and forgiving mood.

You nodded.

The Dark Lord gave a low, dry chuckle. “I know,” he murmured. He caught you by surprise when his left hand grabbed at your head, forcing you to look down.

Tom Riddle watched two of his slender fingers plunge into you, slowly disappearing. “Oh, I know you can take two,” he breathed out as you struggled against Malfoy’s arms. “You were just masturbating for fuck’s sake.”

You watched his slender, cool fingers penetrate you, breathing out a long sigh of ecstasy when his fingers reached the depth you usually find impossible to reach. His fingers got accustomed to your warmth soon enough.

“This is one tight cunt,” a gravelly chuckle, “Would like to try you out sometime.”

You let out a moan at the Dark Lord’s fingers that started prodding at your gspot. Your shoulders shuddered.

“Cumming already, hm?” a hint of amusement behind his mocking voice.

Your eyes glazed over, feeling your heavy head dropping in a few nods. “Please, please, pretty please,” words poured out of you involuntarily, “I need to cum,” your desperate eyes caught the Dark Lord’s, pleading.

Tom Riddle pulled down on your head even further, using the momentum to push his fingers further into you. “Cum, then,” he spat out.

You felt a jolt coursing through your entire being as you drew in a sharp breath. Your scream was muffled by Malfoy’s quick hand that covered your airways. You came down from your high with a few more jabs into you, your breathing heavy.

“Let’s get this out of the way,” came Tom Riddle’s voice hushed in excitement.

Soon enough, Malfoy obeyed; he let go of your airway, causing you to draw in a sharp breath, to tug at your blouse. The buttons burst, exposing your breasts snug in your bra. The buttons rolled off into the distance with a metallic clink.

You, still numb from the orgasm, just let Malfoy’s hands roam over your breasts. Here and there, he gave a few squeezes. You felt him hardening against your back.

Tom Riddle did not give you much of a break before his fingers went in for a second round. One of Malfoy’s hands reached up to your bare neck. His fingers wrapped around your throat. You gulped, suddenly conscientious of your overly vulnerable neck in his strong grip.

“Fuck,” your eyes rolled back at the Dark Lord who added another finger.

“Hey,” Your eyes, however, were forced open by a light slap to your cheek, “Your eyes open.” It was Malfoy’s stern voice.

His grip hardened around your throat, causing you to swallow hard. Your left eye twitched, fighting to gain back your control.

“Look how pretty she is,” you heard Tom Riddle’s jovial voice from somewhere in front of you, “Don’t you think, Draco?”

Through your fluttering eyes, you caught Malfoy’s lips twisting into a sinister smirk. “I do like the view from up here,” he murmured. His eyes flickered up to Tom Riddle. “I think she’s getting there again,” he said nonchalantly, constricting his restraint around your convulsion.

Tom Riddle tutted as he leaned further into you, “This girl just loves to cum, doesn’t she?” His chocolate eyes dashed around the ceiling as if searching for something inside you.

“Fuck,” you spluttered out as your eyes widened at the spot Tom Riddle had managed to find.

“Oh, that’s your spot, is it?” a sardonic voice from the Dark Lord. “Then it should only take you a few more…” he said over your quickening breathing.

Your lips parted, ready to scream out the Dark Lord’s real name. But, Malfoy’s right hand reached up to your mouth, stuffing your mouth with his fingers. Your tongue enveloped his slender fingers, eliciting a restrained moan from the blond.

You moaned loudly into his finger as you came undone, water splashing out of you in a downpour.

You thought you heard the two men laughing in the distance. Your downcast eyes caught sight of the mess you had made on the mahogany office desk. Your lips trembled at the drenched parchments, Tom Riddle’s neat handwriting barely legible with the bleeding ink.

“You just had to get all your half-blood cum onto my documents, did you?” through the ringing in your ears, you thought you heard Tom Riddle chuckle, shaking the water off of his fingers.

But above all, Tom Riddle’s eyes, driven mad with excitement, staring up at you. His eyes hungrily took you in, from your forehead beading with sweat, your hair matted with exhaustion, your breasts exposed and vulnerable, to your cunt, still dripping water.

“Open,” Tom Riddle’s voice was strangely calm despite his dilated irises. His eyes flickered to your mouth for a brief moment.

You obeyed, letting Malfoy’s fingers drop out of you. You opened your mouth wide for the Dark Lord, spreading your tongue out as well.

The Dark Lord’s fingers were slightly longer than Draco Malfoy’s, you noticed, as he plunged his fingers deep into your throat. You gagged helplessly, feeling the drool pool around your mouth, Malfoy’s strong grip holding your head and neck in place for the Dark Lord.

“Clean your filth off of your Lord.” Tom Riddle whispered close to you, obsessively watching you through his eyelashes, as you struggled to swallow him up. So close you could feel his warm, aroused breathing tingling on your skin.

The Dark Lord was taking his time with your throat, feeling it constrict and expand around his fingers. “I’ll have to fuck that throat of yours some time, Y/L/N…” he sunk into the pleasurable dream as he sighed deeply into the sensation.

Your chest was tightening, asking for air. You felt Malfoy’s hand against your stirring throat. Your eyes flickered panickedly between the Dark Lord and the Blond, both eyes boring into you as you gasped silently for air. Unfortunately, both seemed to be enjoying the sight far too much to care about your oxygen level.

His grip tightened around your throat. “Shhh… a bit more…” Malfoy’s hushed voice next to your ear trailed away.

You blinked slowly, willing yourself to stay focused. Your vision was darkening, however. The two men’s beautiful yet indifferent faces, peering down at you. The Black Prince and the White Knight… your mind echoed as you felt yourself drifting into sleep.

You were suddenly brought back awake with the sound of your own lungs taking in the air. You blinked rapidly, noticing your chest heaving for air, small pats on your cheek as Malfoy congratulated you well done.

Tom Riddle, however, was back to business. His fingers, strung to you with your cum and saliva, smeared the drool around your face. His fingers dove back into your cunt.

“Spit,” Tom Riddle commanded, taking his fingers a few centimetres out of you.

You obeyed, aiming for the fingers down below. You watched the drop slowly make its way down your breasts. Noticing that the spit was never going to make it down the bra and the skirt, Tom Riddle sighed, and spat on the fingers himself.

And just like that, the fingers were back hitting that spot again. You snapped your head from left to right, trying to clear the fog. The lewd sound of liquid and rattling desk echoing the room.

“We’ll have to get all that filth out of you,” Tom Riddle reached deeper with a grunt. A blush rose to your cheeks when you realised that he was referring to your water that squirted all over his desk.

You nodded. With the way the men looked at you splashing, it was easy to believe that it was all filth you had up in there, and that indeed, you had to get rid of it.

You managed to wheeze through your clenched teeth, “Malfoy,” his eyes flickered down to you. “Choke me,” you pleaded.

Malfoy snickered. “How easily you turn into a slut,” he murmured and shook his head. He rolled his eyes, but still, he complied, his lazy hand wrapping around your throat. You moaned blissfully. It felt right; a deserving punishment for a slut like yourself, you decided.

Tom Riddle was getting rougher, you noticed. With the new objective in mind, his goal-oriented mind was too focused on draining you. Malfoy lent a hand, literally, by using his spare hand to play with your clit. Your chest heaved up and down again, to which Tom Riddle responded by slapping away at your breasts.

It was becoming all too much, at this point. Your walls clenched painfully around the Dark Lord’s relentless fingers. You clenched your eyes shut, wondering for the first time, when the end will come.

Tom Riddle chuckled darkly at the sight. He must have understood perfectly that you were starting to get drained. “We’re going to show her what a punishment really looks like, Draco,” his eyes glinted dangerously.

You came a lot quicker this time. Malfoy’s hand pushed your head downward, forcing you to watch yourself flood the office desk again as your body shook violently. Your squirt did not know how to stop, shamelessly continuing the streak for a few seconds under the hungry gaze of the two men.

Your walls pulsed, sending vibrations down your legs and up your body through your core. Your poor cunt was reddened and throbbing. Your legs started to involuntarily close at Tom Riddle’s fingers that were inserted again.

Now you were truly beginning to understand how this was a punishment. More cruel and long-lasting than Malfoy’s even. You would have much preferred short bursts of pain to this endless pleasure ride.

“Please–,” you stammered, attempting to twist your body away from his fingers. “No more–...”

Tom Riddle only chuckled in response as he shook his head to your disappointment. “I know you’ve got more in there,” Tom Riddle only reached deeper into you.

His brows were furrowed as he watched his fingers appear and disappear out of your cunt, intent on making your cunt submit to him. Your poor cunt screamed with the watery sound.

You clenched your teeth. You were fairly certain your brain was melting at this point.

“You just won’t stop cumming, will you?” you thought you heard Tom Riddle chuckle dryly in the distance as you clenched around his fingers. “You hungry whore.”

Your eyes shut tight. You think you spluttered some nonsense about begging for forgiveness from the Dark Lord as you came for the fourth time. The water gushed out of you onto the desk again. You crumbled onto the desk, convulsing. Your eyes blinked away at the stars.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Tom Riddle’s hand grasped your hair, pulling it up to face him. His voice was cold. Apathetic. In contrast to your pathetic voice that came out through sobs.

“I’m sorry–,” you sobbed even harder at the disgust that flashed across the Dark Lord’s face. “I’ll never–”

But, you were shut off with Tom Riddle’s fingers, once again stuffed into your throat. Your cum tasted salty and bitter.

“You’re the one who asked for this.” Your eyes flickered in between the stern eyes of Tom Riddle, for the first time, feeling something close to genuine fear in the pit of your stomach. His shaded eyes made for an impression of his irises growing black.

He leaned into you, whispering by your ear. You trembled under the cool feel of his lips grazing against your cheek.

“You are going to take this, correct?”

For once, you did not know how to respond. You were certain that you couldn’t take it anymore. You might break if you push yourself further. But, perhaps, that was what the Dark Lord was aiming for. It certainly wasn’t formatted as a question.

You never gave an answer. But, as you expected, Tom Riddle simply did not care. His fingers retreated, pulling more drool out of you. Once again, you were brought up by Malfoy's arm against his back and the Dark Lord resumed his work on your cunt.

“I’m going to render you senseless, Y/L/N,” Tom Riddle breathed out. Not bothering to look up at the convulsing Y/N as she shook under Malfoy’s play at her clit. “I’ll make sure you won’t feel a thing down there for a good few weeks.”

“You have such a breakable cunt,” he breathed out, ignoring your whinper, “And mind you, I could,” he casually continued, unplugging his fingers briefly to let out the squirt again.

Your glazed-over eyes absent-mindedly stared up at Malfoy, twitching a few times in his strong arms as his hand roamed over your breasts, waist, and hips.

You felt your eyes brimming with tears at the overstimulation. But soon, that too, was taken away from you by the Dark Lord’s rough tongue that grazed it.

“But I think I’ll save that for next time,” he murmured by your ear.

You whined and turned in Malfoy’s arms as your core snapped again within you. You did not even have the energy to form a coherent word this time, some syllables tumbling out of your mouth along with your water, still gushing out of you as strongly as ever between your shaky legs.

“Should we make her clean this, sir?” Malfoy’s voice sounded above you as you numbly registered Tom Riddle daring to add another finger.

“Of course,” Tom Riddle furrowed at the ludicrousness of the sentence. “She’ll lick it clean.”

Malfoy looked around himself at the mess of the office, still continuing the circular motion around your clit. The water had soaked up pretty much everything on the desk, and succeeded in dripping down to the carpet as well. It was a lot of filthy half-blood cum.

“What?” Tom Riddle shrugged. He did not care for his lieutenant’s expression that suggested the impossibility of the task. “It’s hers, isn’t it?”

Tom Riddle slapped away at her clit, urging more to squirt out. You flinched and winced, but it was effective. “You would love her cunt, by the way,” Tom Riddle casually started conversing, daring to add the last finger to your cunt. “She’s probably a virgin, too. I know you love virgins.”

Draco Malfoy pouted at the suggestion, tilting his head against yours. “Right, but… any tainted blood is not my type.”

Tom Riddle merely raised his brows at the hypocritical blond in denial, cocking his chin at the boner that was clearly showing through his trousers.

“What, did I drain you?” the Dark Lord furrowed at a few droplets that squirted out of you this time. Slapping away at the clit, however, did not work this time.

“Looks like she’s fainted.”

“Wake her.”

The Dark Lord’s indifference to the cruel treatment shocked even the blond. “You mentioned the punishment ends with draining her,” Malfoy mumbled, “Sir,” he added hesitantly at the Dark Lord’s piercing gaze that landed on him.

“At this point, I just want to see how far she can take it, really,” Tom Riddle soon returned his focus back onto you. He gave your breasts a few slaps, sending ripples across the small puddle that formed on top of his desk.

Y/N did not wake.

“What a bore,” Tom Riddle let out a huff of exhale, and stood up. With a flick of his wand, he undid the bind on your wrists, letting them fall beside you.

“Leave her,” the Dark Lord commanded at the blond who took out his wand to clean her.

“But, today is Friday, sir,” reluctantly, Malfoy slowly let Y/N slump down on the desk, your face dipping into your own cum.

Tom Riddle grabbed at his own coat and hat on his way out of the office. He flashed a smile at the blond, “Means she’ll have the whole weekend to clean up, doesn’t she.”

And with a quiet thud, the Dark Lord closed the door behind him, leaving you on his office desk with your reddened ass in the air.

A/N: Ah, the Dream Threesome.

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