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Lost.
Read part 1 here.
Pairing: Tom Riddle Senior x reader, Tom Riddle x reader
Warnings: Make out session, slight sexual intimacy, touching (thighs, knees).
Summary: The morning of your stay at the Riddle Manor was more thrilling and life-changing as it had ever seemed.
Word count: 0.8k
Stirring in your sleep, your brain couldn’t help but work to try to comprehend what sounds were mixing with the rain falling vigorously outside. Your tongue moistened your lips in thirst, as you climbed out of the black silk sheets, tying the matching black silk robes onto your shivering body as you stepped out of your room to get a drink.
His head snapped to the doorway, his eyes meeting your bare legs and half covered chest, his own breath getting heavier “Good morning, darling” his raspy morning voice made your legs wobble. “I..I was just thirsty, where are the glasses?” Your stutter gave away your flustered state, but you went to the direction he had pointed, which was right next to him, in the cupboard. You mentally cursed the cupboard for being up so high, getting on your tippy toes to reach a glass, you felt a warm hand on your sides, slightly lifting you up.
His hand reached out for the glass, taking it fro your hands, as your skin made contact. Pouring some water from the jug that sat on the kitchen table, he returned, giving it to you, “Thank you so much, Tom, I mean, I mean Mist-“ he interrupted “You can call me Tom, sweets, now here you go” he gestured the glass. Watching you drink from it, as a few droplets of water slid down your chin, going onto your neck. The eagerness to wipe them away was overwhelming.
One of his ring-clad hands reached to your thigh, bringing you even closer to him. “You’re gorgeous, little love, oh my mind only wonders how you actually taste” his breathy state made you shiver, the compliments by this charming man. You tilted your head up in order to give him easy access to wherever he pleased, and it didn’t take him a second to crash his lips onto yours, his hand going to your neck, pulling you in for him. You couldn’t stop the pleasurable sounds that your throat made, as your lips worker against his, feeling one of his hands going under your night gown, a gasp left past your lips, giving him the access to your mouth, he wanted.
The sound of one clearing his throat, made you both part from the euphoric situation you were in. “Again, father?” The young man spoke through his gritted teeth, stressing the ‘father’. “Get yourself another one, aren’t you quite old to handle such beauty?” He was now standing next to his father, his hand resting on your exposed knee. “Wait wait, please don’t fight over me, I don’t want you to” you spoke as you fixed your robes quickly and jumped down from the counter. “We’re not fighting love” the young boy glared at his father, and then shifted to you. Though, deep down, he knew that you would’ve chosen his father, he wouldn’t back away.
A/N: I hope you have enjoyed reading this. This is my first time writing after a long break. This was a collaboration with @darkladyslytherin