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Harry loathed these ministry balls, but as the heir of the Potter family, along with having a father who was the head of the Aurors, he had no choice but to appear at each one. He found little enjoyment in them as he did not have the interest in politics as Draco or the ambition of Hermione. Harry was quite happy to continue to work as a mediwizard trainee and keep a quiet life.
Ron next to him coughed uncomfortably. He was much like Harry in that he hated ministry balls, but unlike Harry, he had matched his girlfriend in ambition as he wanted to rise in the ranks of the Aurors, leaving little choice but to show up.
“You guys could at least pretend to look happy.” Hermione stated, rolling her eyes at them. “Honestly Ron, for someone who claims to want to be promoted, you sure aren’t doing a good job of acting like it.”
“Mione” Ron groaned, “Unlike you, I don’t enjoy this whole game of politics.” He waves his hand, as if to signal what his statement applied to. “If someone is good at their job, they should get a promotion. Simple as that. Why should it matter if I am seen talking to certain people? I hate kissing ass, that’s how we’ve had such incompetent leadership before, remember Fudge?!” He pauses, noticing Hermione looking at him wryly.
“You’re preaching to the choir here Ron and unlike you who just wants to wave their wand at criminals, I am trying my best to change the system. Do you think I have experienced no difficulties in pursuing this sort of change? Trust me, I’d love for this to be a merit-based system.” She questions him, an eyebrow raised.
“Sorry Hermione.” Ron apologizes, looking abashed. However much he hated attending these balls and talking to others, he at least has the privilege of being a pureblood and an Alpha. Hermione is a muggleborn and a Beta, she faces twice the burden of having to prove her worth to others.
“It’s alright Ron, I know you didn’t mean it.” She smiles at him, eyes soft to which Ron returns.
Harry feels warm watching the two of them. He is so glad that they got together after dancing around for most of their time at Hogwarts. The two of them deserved to find happiness and he couldn’t think of a better match for either than each other.
“Besides” Hermione continues, “I have hope in the new Minister of Magic, perhaps him being a halfblood will bring about some necessary change.”
They all turn to look at the man in question. Tom Riddle has just entered the room, strolling in as if he owned the place. He naturally attracts glances and whispers suddenly seem to pick up in the vicinity near them. It seems as if the whole event was stopped as soon as he entered, it was impossible to deny the power of his presence.
Harry’s heart begins to beat a little bit fast. How could it not at such a strong, handsome Alpha as Tom Riddle entering his line of sight. He tries not to be as obvious in his staring and instead sneaks quick looks.
Riddle really is one attractive man. He is tall, broad shouldered, and has an aura around him in general that just screams authority. As if sensing Harry’s stare, Riddle pauses in his conversation, and turns to glance Harry’s way. At their eyes meeting, Riddle smirks, as if aware of Harry’s attraction, and Harry blushes bright red. Ever since Hogwarts, Harry has had a crush on the man, and he was sure Riddle knew it. He wishes that he could be less obvious about it, but something about the man really made his inner Omega obsessed.
Harry breaks their eye contact first and turns to Hermione. “Is my scent leaking?” He hisses, hoping that he won’t have to go to the bathroom to try to regain control of his scent.
To her credit, Hermione does not even blink as she sniffs the air carefully. “No, why do you ask?”
Before Harry can make up some excuse, Ron butts in rolling his eyes. “He’s drooling over Riddle over there. I just don’t understand what you see in him Harry. I’ve never understood it, he’s been an arrogant bastard since Hogwarts!”
As it is a conversation they’ve had many times before, Harry doesn’t even bother to answer it seriously.
“He’s hot and powerful” he shrugs unapologetically.
Grimacing, Ron just gives him a look of disgust in response.
Harry just laughs and claps Ron on the back. “Don’t ask questions to things you won’t like the answer to.”
Anxious to get off the topic of Harry’ attraction to Riddle, Ron suddenly blurts, “Oh is that Sirus I see? I better go talk to him to ask about how to improve my chances of a promotion by the end of the year.”
With that, Ron takes off making a beeline to where Sirus is talking to Harry’s father.
“Will you be okay?” Hermione asks Harry, her eyes this time on another ministry worker that Harry does not know, but recognizes. He’s sure that he has seen him in the company of Tom, no Riddle, before.
“Don’t worry bout me Mione, I grew up going to these sorts of things. I promise you I’ll be alright and can handle a conversation on my own. No Alpha would dare to bother me anyway amongst all these watchful eyes.” Harry reassures her. “You should go talk to them, I’ll go find Draco or something.”
Hermione seems to be searching his eyes before seemingly satisfied. “All right, but feel free to interrupt my conversation if you need anything.”
Harry nods and with that, Hermione also takes off in a determined line towards the man. Nothing gets in between Hermione and what she has her eyes set on.
Harry sighs, now finding himself alone for the first time tonight. He could go and hangout with Ron, Sirus, and his father, but he has grown a little tired of all the judgement about his life choices from them. Despite their reassurances, Harry sometimes feels guilty he didn’t join the aurors with them, he certainly had the scores for it. But he wanted a career where if he chose to have children, he would not be in danger or have to take time off work. He also has little interest in the conversation he knows Hermione is currently having. If the man was influential in the mediwizard community, he would have already met him. He also does not want to join his mum as he is trying to not have to think about his work for the night.
He spots Draco hanging out with Blaise and Theo and realizes that he has not caught up with them in a while. As he approaches, he can see them stop their current conversation.
“Harry.” Draco nods at him.
They may have been in different houses during their time at Hogwarts, but they were always cordial, especially due to the family relations between Sirus and Narcissa. Harry had grown up going to a few Black family dinners and Draco, being one of the few his own age, had made them natural companions. He did not know Blaise or Theo the way pureblood families associated with each other, but he often saw them around Draco.
“Draco.” Harry nods back. “How have you been?”
Since graduating, Harry did not know much about Draco beyond the fact he was pursuing political work and following in his father’s footsteps. This also was partly why Harry felt no concern about approaching him. With who Harry knew and had relationships to, Draco would never misstep in his behavior towards him, unless he wanted to have zero potential for his future career.
“I’ve been well. I’ve heard you have begun work at St. Mungos?” He phrased it as a question, but it really is not. Everyone knows that Harry has followed Lily’s footsteps and despite being only a trainee, there were already whispers abounding of him being one of the best trainees of his year, perhaps ever.
Harry nods his head in affirmation, so much for not thinking about work tonight.
“Have you begun your rotations? Do you know what you may want to specialize in yet?” Theo questions him quietly.
After completion of the St. Mungo’s student programme, graduates were still only hired on as a trainee in which they got further exposed to the various floors that cases were separated into. Lily Potter worked on the fourth floor on the Janus Thickey Ward, which was for treatment of spell damage. She specialized specifically in incorrectly applied Charms due to her proficiency in them.
Harry shrugs casually. “Probably the fourth floor. I’m interested in hexes and curses and that sort of thing.”
“You did excel in defense against the dark arts at Hogwarts. I could never beat you during dueling practice, and trust me, it wasn’t for a lack of trying. I think the only other student who could stand against you was Riddle.” Draco pouts.
“Yeah, I know my strengths.” Harry says, a little self-deprecation creeping into his tone. “That’s why I am staying far away from the Third Floor which Snape is probably relieved about. I know he hated teaching me potions, it’s a miracle I somehow scored enough to pass. I’d probably do more harm than good working on the potion’s unit.”
Draco snickers along with the others, the ice truly broken now. Everyone knew how much Snape disliked teaching and seemed to especially despise Harry.
“Oh shut up.” Harry rolls his eyes good naturedly. “You’re lucky he’s your godfather.”
“Yeah, I could have ended up with Sirus like you did.” Draco shoots back, pretending to shudder.
Harry lightly punches Draco’s shoulder, laughing. He knows it is nothing more than friendly ribbing amongst the two of them. They had to watch enough of Sirus’ antics together at dinners growing up, which is enough to create a bond between anyone.
“I’m surprised you don’t want to specialize in treating Quidditch injuries considering how much you had to go to Madam Pompfrey.” Theo joins in the piling on.
Harry groans. “I don’t need those flashbacks, besides, it’s your houses’ fault mostly.”
At this, Theo puts his hands up as if to say guilty as charged. It was undeniable the rivalry that existed between Gryffindor and Slytherin, especially during Quidditch.
Suddenly Blaise, who had been quiet for the conversation, pipes up. “Hey guys, I think Riddle’s staring at us.”
Resisting the urge to turn, Harry is suddenly aware of the sensation of being watched. The gaze is heavy against his back and his face burns a little at that.
“Maybe he’s jealous or something, handsome Alphas like us talking to Harry.” Blaise offers up, a playful glint in his eyes.
Draco pales. “Don’t joke like that, I can’t have something happen that’ll end my career before it even begins.”
“Stop being dramatic Draco.” Harry chides him. “Everyone knows that we are more like family than anything else.”
“Yeah but with the way Riddle is starting at us, you’d think Draco was trying to jump you.” Blaise counters.
“Don’t say that! What if Riddle over hears that? With my luck, he’d hear ‘Draco was trying to jump you’, I’m doomed if he does, you know how he is.” Draco voice raised melodramatically in pitch, though if it was genuine fear or not, Harry couldn’t tell.
Harry chooses to just laugh at their antics as it reminds him of their Hogwarts days, making his heart pang a little.
“Well, to spare you all, I think I’m going to go get a drink and some fresh air. Do you guys want anything?” Harry asks the group.
“No, I think we’re good. Thanks Harry.” Draco responds, looking around and seeing everyone’s heads nod in agreement.
“Okay, suit yourselves, it was good seeing you all again.” Harry states as he makes his way over to the champagne display. He may technically have been their rival during school, but it was never anything more than friendly banter. After entering the world post Hogwarts, filled with nothing but work, the lightheartedness was refreshing.
Reaching the champagne table, Harry’s eyes widen a little. It is a stunning display with an arrangement of beautiful glass crystal flutes lining the table, forming a pyramid in the middle. An expensive looking bottle hovers in midair over the glasses with a seemingly endless supply of champagne flowing out from it. Harry carefully picks up a flute from the end of the table and almost instantly another one reappears in its place.
Wanting to enjoy the champagne in peace without worrying about someone coming up to him, Harry discretely picks his way out of the ballroom the function is being held in, and onto a small private balcony overlooking a manicured garden. The balcony creates a sort of hidden enclave, and Harry casts a quick notice-me not charm as he latches the doors shut behind him,
The balcony is a perfect get-a-away to suit his purposes. It has a cushioned luxurious lounge chair on one end of the balcony out of sight from the doors that is wide enough to fit several people comfortably. There is a soft looking blanket folded at the end of it, and a large silk pillow on the other. There is foliage surrounding the balcony, creating even more of a private shield.
Harry sighs, now that he is out of sight, he can finally down the champagne like he wanted to but was unable to in polite society. Setting the glass down, he finally relaxes. Here he can let go of the tight control he has over his scent and lower his guard a little. Here, there are no expectations of being the perfect heir or hardworking mediwizard, he’s just Harry. Leaning against the balcony, he turns his face up to the night sky, admiring the moon and the warm summer breeze
The night is serene and Harry enjoys this contrast as he can still hear the din of the party he left behind. Closing his eyes, he takes several calming breaths of fresh evening air, maybe in a few more minutes he’ll be ready to go back inside for part two of socializing.
This peace is abruptly broken when a hand covers his mouth and a warm, broad body is suddenly behind him.
“You’ve been avoiding me all night Harry; I don’t like to be ignored.” A deep, masculine voice breaks the silence of the balcony.
Harry tries to scream in startlement, twisting to grab his wand. But the man seems to sense his intentions and has already used his other hand to snatch the wand before he can blink. His scream never materializes into the air as the large hand ensures that no sound can escape.
Harry suddenly feels the gravity of the situation. He had not told anyone where he was going, he is wandless, and they are out of sight of everyone else. He is sure that the man thought ahead to cast the necessary spells to ensure that no one else could break in either. He is well and truly trapped.
However, Harry is always a fighter. He kicks back at the man, tossing his head wildly trying to break free. The man merely laughs, a dark and velvety chuckle, that signals how little concern he has for Harry’s attempt to get out.
“Oh Harry.” His voice is full of amusement. “Do you really think that is going to work?”
That angers Harry more than anything else and he bites down hard on the man’s hand. The man hisses in pain, suddenly finding the whole situation a lot less funny.
“I’ve had enough of your little games tonight, I was going to go gentle on you, but you just had to go and make me angry now didn’t you Harry?”
With that, the man behind him removes his hand from his mouth and before Harry can even suck in the air necessary to yell for help, the man has pinned his two arms behind his back and spins him to slam him over the balcony, knocking his breath out of his chest.
“Screaming won’t help your case, do you think me to be so stupid I haven’t cast a silencing charm on the whole area? Scream if you want, it would just be a waste of energy.” The man pretends to consider. “On second thought, please do scream actually, I want to hear all the pretty noises you can make.”
Harry splutters, angry, but he knows the man is right. Exerting more energy into crying out would be just a waste of time. Instead, he’ll refuse to let the man get a single sound out of him, and he clamps his mouth shut.
“Oh, you haven’t had enough of teasing me it seems. Do you enjoy playing with me?” The man taunts him, leaning in closer, his lips right by Harry’s ear. “Because let me tell you, I do so enjoy playing with you.”
With that, the man presses his hips against Harry’s back, eliminating all space between them. Harry tries not to moan a little bit as he feels a rather large, hard length press against his ass. He knows it’s wrong to be turned on by a situation like this, but something about being so helpless against an Alpha much bigger than him has his inner Omega purring. He may not have caught the man’s scent, but he knows without a doubt that it is an Alpha that has him trapped. He had seen a brief glance of the man as he was violently spun into the balcony’s edge. The mysterious man is much taller than him, with shoulders twice as broad as his, and eyes that seemed to take on a red hue when the light reflected off of them. With features such as those, is there anything else the man could be but an Alpha?
The man wedges a leg in between Harry and with surprising gentleness, simply gathers both his captive’s thin wrists. The fact that this Alpha can so easily hold onto both of his wrists sends Harry’s head spinning with the ramifications of that.
Harry has to resist the urge to grind his hips against the man’s firm leg separating his two. The pressure it is creating against his entrance and cock feels utterly amazing, which combined with the fuzzy feeling the champagne has given him, has him feeling like he’s floating. The man tugs his confined wrists further back, causing Harry’s to be bent further over, back arching, and pressing his ass firmer against the man’s front. His face flushes with the new suggestive position they are in.
“You’re presenting so well to me Harry.” The man croons. This praise goes straight to Harry’s hole, which clenches and he can feel himself getting wet. A sweet smell begins to permeate into the air.
“What’s this?” The Alpha sounds delighted, sniffing the air. He lets go of Harry’s wrists to reach around to his front and begins to unzip his pants.
At this, Harry panics, suddenly snapping back to reality. He uses his two hands to push against the edge and drives himself backwards, jerking his head back in an attempt to knock his head against the man’s jaw. When the man unconsciously takes a step back after being hit, releasing his arms, Harry spins around, ready to confront the attacker.
However, he stops dead in his tracks when he sees Tom Riddle in all his glory standing in front of him.
“R-Riddle?” Harry asks, speaking for the first time since his peace was disturbed on the balcony.
“Hello Harry, you can call me Tom though. You’ll be saying it enough tonight.” Tom responds, smirking as he wipes a little bit of blood from his mouth. It appears that Harry had managed to give him a small cut to his lip during his attempt to get free. To Harry’s horror, it does nothing to detract from Tom’s good looks. In fact, it only seems to heighten the aura of danger and power that surrounds the man. He can’t help but notice how the red of the blood is a perfect match to the red of the man’s eyes. Tom straightens up, standing tall and proud, unashamed of being caught.
Without meaning to, Harry gives him a glance over. He is wearing impeccably tailored trousers and a black silk button up that seems molded to his upper body, highlighting his musculature. Harry pauses, noticing the Slytherin heir ring on the man’s hand, and tries very hard not to imagine that hand somewhere else. He finally meets Tom’s eyes, flushing at being caught so blatantly checking the man out.
“Why are you doing this Tom?” He finally questions.
“Harry, don’t you know? Good Omegas shouldn’t question their betters.” Tom mocks, and then with that, stalks forward pulling Harry’s chin up and aggressively kissing him.
Against his will, Harry melts into the kiss, moaning a little as he feels Tom’s tongue sweep his mouth. There is a slightly salty, iron taste to the kiss, as Harry licks at the blood from Tom’s split lip. He finally realizes what he is doing though, and attempts to break free.
“Let me go Tom. I promise I won’t tell anyone what you were doing. Give me my wand back and we can forget this ever happened.” Harry attempts to firmly negotiate.
Tom merely laughs in his face. “It’s adorable you think you’re in charge here. You know what you were doing luring me in all night. It’s time you take responsibility for your actions.” He moves a hand down and without permission, slips a hand down into Harry’s pants, swiping at his entrance. His eyes darken at finding it already damp.
“Look how wet you are for me Harry; I think you’re actually enjoying this.” He smirks, arrogant in his belief.
Harry desperately shakes his head unable to get a word out as his breath stutters in his chest. It’s ridiculous how much this man affects him.
Tom just hums and wandlessly vanishes Harry’s pants, leaving him bare from the waist down, covered only in his top. He then moves his large hands to his Harry’s ass and begins to kneed it, playing with it, and spreading it open for him.
At this, Harry truly realizes he can’t escape the situation. What is he to do? Go back to the function pantless and expose himself for everyone to see? The humiliation of being over powered, but also quite literally being caught with his pants down, makes him beg for the first time that night.
“No, please Tom.” He whimpers, in one last attempt to get Tom to stop. “You don’t want to do this. I-I just wanted a breath of fresh air. Please, please don’t do this-“ he cries, tears welling at the side of his eyes.
Tom, the sick fuck, only seems to get more turned on at the sight of the tears, his cock seemingly growing even harder against Harry’s front.
“I’ll get my father to have the aurors open a case against you.” Harry tries to threaten, as pleading clearly isn’t working.
Tom just laughs in his face. “Do you really think the aurors are more powerful than the literal ruler of magical Britan?”
Without waiting for a response, he begins to lay kisses down the side of Harry’s throat, causing Harry to shiver in his grasp and legs to go weak.
Oh.
It feels so good that Harry begins to feel a pit of arousal form in his belly and hole clench, slick rapidly spilling out and his panties becoming drenched.
Tom’s eyes widen as he notices it. “My Omega is such a little slut. Look at you, making a mess out of yourself. I haven’t even done anything yet!” He says, awe coloring his voice as if he couldn’t believe how needy Harry’s body is.
Harry is helpless to do anything but pitifully whine and nod his head, weak in this Alpha’s charms. He clings onto Tom’s forearms, marveling privately at how strong and firm they are. He is suddenly lifted up with no warning and dropped uncaringly onto the lounge.
Tom pushes against his chest, causing Harry to fall back, legs spraying open and exposing himself to Tom’s watchful eyes. There is something so shameful in being spread open like this, slick dripping everywhere, while helpless to defend oneself. Even worse, some deeply buried part of Harry’s subconscious is greatly enjoying being taken with having no say in it. Something dark within him wants Tom to treat him rougher, to be used for the Alpha’s pleasure.
Tom kneels down in front of him, getting in between his legs. He begins to lay kisses on the inner part of Harry’s thighs, then turning those into gentle nips. From there, he progresses onto sucking the skin, catching it between his teeth, and leaving hickeys in his wake.
Harry jumps a little each time Tom catches new skin, still stunned from being manhandled with such ease.
“Wha-What are you doing Tom?” He manages to stutter out, yelping as another well-placed hickey gets left.
Tom doesn’t even look up from Harry’s thighs and the trail of rapidly blooming marks. “You, clearly.”
Harry rolls his eyes at that; Tom is just as much of a smart arse as he’s always been. He can remember at Hogwarts the barbs they would constantly throw at each other, neither wanting to let the other get the last word. That’s how it’s always been though, him and Tom, the outside world fading when the two of them are in the presence of each other. It goes beyond Alpha and Omega, but something much deeper seems to draw the two of them in to the other.
Tom stopped his assault on Harry’s legs and instead lays his hands right over Harry’s knees. His hands are large and warm, causing Harry to marvel at the difference in size between the two of them. His hands slowly slide up Harry’s thighs, creeping higher and higher, until they began to caress the inside of where his inner thigh meets his hips. Harry couldn’t help but shiver at the sensation, yet also finds himself on the edge in anticipation of where those big hands would go next.
Without warning, Tom suddenly pulls down the panties that Harry is wearing, finally exposing all of Harry to the Alpha’s eyes.
“I’ll be keeping these. Look at how adorable they are, is that a little bow I see?” Tom smirks, holding the soaked panties in front of Harry as if to taunt him, before shoving them into his pocket.
The spell broken, Harry quickly moved one hand to cover himself, before trying to lunge forward to snatch them back from Tom.
“Give those back.” He snarls, angry at Tom. Tom merely sways a little, easily avoiding the desperate hand Harry flings at him.
“Oh don’t be like that Harry, I’m just playing.” Tom coos at him, amusement in his eyes. It is clear how much Tom is enjoying himself taunting Harry. Despite his claims of how tired he is of playing a cat and mouse game, he sure seems to be prolonging it.
Harry hates that a small part of him doesn’t mind Tom talking down to him. He should be angry at getting patronized like he is nothing but a stupid Omega, a stereotype he’s been rebelling against his whole life, especially from other Alphas! But something about it being Tom who is the one doing it to him…a hidden part of him loves that Tom recognizes he’s an Omega who needs to be protected. Despite being the same age, Tom has always managed to project this air of confidence and experience that is supposed to only come with age and Harry has never felt smaller in his presence than now.
To his shame, this does nothing to stop the ache between his legs from growing. Tom is so powerful, yet he still chose to be interested in Harry. Tom wants him so much that he has gone so far as to pay attention to him all night, over everyone else who was clamoring for his attention, and then ambushed him. It’s so fucked up, normal well-adjusted members of society should not be feeling this way, yet alone an Omega of Harry’s caliber. A properly bred Omega should not enjoy the sensation of being taken at a public event, no better than a common whore, and yet…
During this time that Harry has been internally fighting, Tom has pried open his thighs and yanked his hand away with ease.
“Stop hiding yourself from me.” Tom growls out, almost as if offended that the Omega beneath him would dare to hide himself from the Alpha who has so thoroughly captured him.
“No-No don’t look Tom!” Harry stutters out, covering his eyes with his hands, as if he could make the whole scene go away.
“Don’t look? How about a little taste then instead?” Tom counters, suddenly moving his face closer. Sensing this, Harry peaks out from between his hands, as if being able to see would allow him to stop whatever is going to happen next.
The sight of Tom between his thighs, fully clothed, compared to his vulnerability, causes the blood to rush from his head, dizzying him with desire.
“No- no, it’s dirty.” Harry whispers, embarrassed and covers his eyes again. However, a full-blown moan emerges from him when he suddenly feels a tongue, from top to bottom, completely lap at his hole.
“Tom!” he shrieks as his whole body jolts up from the lounge.
Tom merely pins him back in place, forearms barely even straining, completely unbothered at the prospect of a squirming Omega.
“Delicious.” He proclaims, licking his lips slightly. “You’re so sweet for me Harry.”
At the Alpha’s praise, Harry flushes. What Omega wouldn’t love to hear their Alpha tell them how good they taste?
Tom goes back to examining Harry’s entrance, taking two fingers and swiping them amongst the folds. In Harry’s heighted sensitivity, he can’t stop the whimper emerging from his mouth at the feather light touch.
“Harry, I’ve barely even begun. Are you really that sensitive for me?” Tom questions with faux innocence, as if he is unaware of how turned-on Harry is and how every sensation is amplified for him.
He then removes the digits covered in Harry’s arousal and sticks them into his mouth, gently suckling on them. Harry’s eyes widen at the showing, shocked that he would do something so bold.
“To- “ Whatever Harry was about to say gets cut off as once again Tom lowers his mouth to his sex and curls his tongue just right around his swollen clit. He begins to work in earnest at pleasuring the Omega, using his warm mouth and clever tongue. Harry barely has time to think in amusement how finally that mouth is being put to good use is before his mind goes blank with pleasure. Tom then uses his hands to begin to both stretch him out, and to wrap around Harry’s small cock, stroking it in time to his fingers fucking into him.
“Please, please Tom.” Harry is helpless but to moan and writhe on the chaise lounge, unsure if he wants to rock himself on the fingers fucking him, or thrust up into the hand wrapped around his cock.
“Please Tom what?” Tom devilishly grins, pausing to look up. Their eyes make contact and Harry is sure he will forever have the image of Tom’s hair mussed up, lips red, swollen, and slick coated, imprinted in his mind. He’s not even sure what he is begging for anymore, the fog of pleasure too strong.
Harry is unable to speak, eyes lidded, mouth fallen open at Tom’s ministrations.
“Do you want to cum?” Tom asks him, still casually fucking his fingers into him.
At this, Harry nods fervently, the pressure has been steadily building and he can feel himself on the verge of orgasm.
Suddenly Tom stops all ministrations and Harry wants to scream in frustration. “Well, that’s too bad, you’ve been a very naughty Omega tonight. Don’t think I forgot you coyly talking to the group of Alphas earlier, yet never approaching me. Did you want them to take turns passing you around?”
Harry face burns at how crassly Tom is referencing his earlier chat with his friends.
“Or how about you trying to pull your wand on me, I really didn’t appreciate that.” Tom continues. “Or what about you giving me this nice little cut here, which was frankly quite rude of you. I don’t know if you deserve to cum after all.”
At this, he suddenly flips and turns Harry over, propping him up on his knees and pushing his face into the pillow. Harry’s face flushes, both with the ease that this man has manhandled him, and the vulnerability of this new position. He is quite aware of his swollen cunt being exposed even further to the man’s gaze. But at the same time, his Omega is prideful at the arch he is in, presenting himself to the Alpha behind him.
“Tom, no-no please, I-I’m not ready for this.” He begs, voice slightly muffled by the pillow. He swallows heavily when the only response he gets is hearing the unbuckling of a belt behind him and the following drop of pants hitting the ground.
Tom hums as if considering Harry’s request. Then, out of nowhere, a loud resounding smack gets laid across Harry’s plump ass.
Harry squeals, both from the shock and the slight sting of the spanking. He starts his efforts up again of trying to twist out from Tom’s hold on him, but find himself unable to move an inch against the other man’s strength.
“I told you naughty Omegas get punished, didn’t I?” Tom’s voice from behind taunts him.
Another smack gets laid across his cheeks and Harry feels tears well up again. He’s never been spanked before as his parents did nothing but dote on their little precious Omega son. He’s been treated with nothing but delicate gloves his whole life, and here he is now, a fully grown adult getting spanked like nothing but a disobedient child.
A third smack is given and Harry can feel his cheeks jiggle with the force of it. The breathing behind him signals to him that the Alpha is deeply affected by this sight. Of the red blossoming across the pale skin, with the wet cunt dripping, begging to be filled.
The tears finally begin to fall as he realizes that there truly is no escaping this punishment. If he had known this would be his fate, he would have behaved much earlier. Or maybe he wouldn’t have, as there is still a part of him that he refuses to acknowledge that he loves having his Alpha punish him, of being brought down from his haughty position. Harry’s cock is leaking as well, creating a small puddle beneath him and betraying how he actually feels about the spanking he is receiving.
“Oh Harry, don’t cry, I’ll make it feel all better soon. I know what you really need and what your body is crying out for.” Tom soothes him, a mockery of offering comfort.
Harry gasps as he feels a weight suddenly resting on top of his ass, head spinning as he realizes that what he is feeling is Tom’s cock out. He shudders as he feels the full length of it, the heaviness of it, and his mouth goes dry with desire.
“Tom, I don’t think that is going to fit.” He meekly says, nervous about having something that big be attempted to be put inside. He briefly wonders if he is going to survive the night.
“Oh, it will.” Tom smirks, moving to teasingly moving it between Harry’s soaked folds. Harry is on edge, unable to see the Alpha behind him and nervous at what Tom will do next. He jumps each time the head of the cock catches on his fluttering rim.
“And if it doesn’t, then I’ll make it fit.” With that, with absolutely zero warning, Tom pushes in.
Harry lets out a scream at the sudden intrusion, automatically clenching his thighs together as if he could somehow expel the length that was just shoved in. He is being stretched, walls forced to accommodate, and oh the accompanying burn of such a violent entrance was now hitting him.
“Fuck.” He hears a long, drawn-out moan. “You’re so fucking tight Harry, do you feel as good as you’re making me feel?”
At this, slick get pushed out from his hole. What can he say, he may be absolutely stuffed full of cock, but his need for approval from the Alpha is as strong as ever.
Without waiting for an answer, Tom begins to thrust hard and fast, without giving Harry time to catch his breath. He begins drooling out the side of his mouth, helpless to do more than moan in pleasure, unable to comprehend anything beyond how good of a fucking he is getting.
“Yes.” Tom hisses, syllables almost becoming sibilant. “Let me hear more of your sweet cries, I did promise you that you’d be screaming my name tonight, didn’t I? Let me hear sweetheart.” With that, he suddenly yanks Harry’s hair, pulling him up from his downward facing position. Harry’s body trembles from trying to support himself in this new position, shaking as much as a new fawn trying to first walk.
“Oh, baby.” Tom notices his rapidly weakening body. “Let me support you.” Instead of lowering Harry back into the previous downward position, he instead wraps a hand around his throat, properly applying pressure to only the sides of it.
Oh. Oh wow. Harry did not realize how much he liked that sensation, of being utterly dominated by the man behind him. There is something so tantalizing by the promise behind a hand around one’s throat. Before he can enjoy the feeling too much, Tom speaks again.
“Open wide for me.” He then curls his other hand’s fingers into Harry’s mouth. Faintly, he can still taste something sweet and realizes with a start that it was him that he was tasting. Wanting to drive Tom as wild as he is driving him, he begins to suck on the fingers in his mouth, as if to imitate giving head. To his delight, he hears a long groan behind him.
“Fuck Harry, where did you learn that? I was right in my suspicions, you look to be such a proper high-class Omega, but really, you’re nothing more than a dirty little slut.” Tom pants out, breathing hard from the exertion of brutally fucking Harry. He drives his hips in, over and over again, slamming his cock into Harry’s entrance, balls slapping against Harry’s hole. “I could break you so easily. You really ought to be more careful when you wander, who knows what would have happened if it was a different Alpha that found you tonight.”
The balcony is silent except for the wet noises of Harry’s cunt sucking Tom in as it gets pounded, slick pouring out as Tom plunges back in each time. Harry tries to mumble something out around the fingers, but nearly chokes instead.
“What was that sweetheart?” Tom questions as he removes his fingers and hands from Harry’s throat. “You’re going to have to speak louder if you want me to hear you.”
“Harder Tom-Harder, please…I want you to break me like you said you coul-“ Harry gasps out, finding the formation of words difficult between the pleasure and the choking he had been receiving earlier.
At this Tom stills as he processes what Harry just gasped out. Then he moves his hands, trailing them down Harry’s side, before settling them in to his hips, fingers digging in. Harry’s waist is so tiny compared to Tom’s hands, that when he smoothed past them, they easily engulfed it. Tom’s hands easily spanned the small of his back. Though the spark of pain from having fingers digging into his hips only makes more precum emerge from Harry’s cock.
“Well, don’t say you didn’t ask for this.” At that, Tom somehow manages to speed up his thrusts, utilizing his grip around Harry’s hips as leverage.
Harry has no choice but to reach his own hands out and grasp the armchair for support, pushing back and meeting each of Tom’s thrust in time. He is full on sobbing now, the pain and the pleasure mixing into an intoxicating sensation.
“There’s something so lewd in watching how your tight little cunt stretches to accommodate me. The way your folds cling to my cock as I pull out and seeing how spread open you are beneath me should be a sin.” Tom grunts out.
Harry moans at the mental image he is painting. He can see it, his tight little pussy being stretched wide open, forced to accept the thick cock of the Alpha behind him.
“I could fuck you every day for the rest of my life and never grow tired of this sight.” Tom growls.
“So do that.” Harry challenges back, secretly loving the thought of being nothing more than Tom Riddle’s playtoy. How lovely would it be to never have to think again, mind empty except for when it is time to fuck.
“Oh Harry, you don’t know what you’re asking for. I want to wake up inside you, how would you like that? Being my little cock warmer?’ He pauses a little, trying to catch his breath before beginning again.
“I want you to suck me off after breakfast, my cum will be your meal for the day. Then when I get home, I want a warm meal and you waiting for me on the bed in which I will take you from behind again, just like this. Then I will fall asleep with you around me.” Tom paints a vivid picture that Harry can’t help but cum at the thought of being so domesticated by the Alpha, of having such a powerful man dedicated and obsessed only with him. He wants to be Tom’s only purpose for living.
His walls clench as he cums, and he thinks he blacks out a little bit from the intensity of his orgasm.
Tom swears as his cock gets milked from Harry’s orgasm, beginning to stutter out in parseltongue, having lost the ability to speak. Harry grins, he loves when Tom loses his grip on the English language, and can only resort to the primitive hissing of his ancestors.
“Fuck Harry, how did you somehow become even tighter around me?” Tom finally manages to get out. Then he is not far behind, spilling into Harry as warmth paints his insides.
Exhausted, Tom maneuvers them onto the chaise lounge with him spooning Harry from the side. He somehow had managed to grab the blanket on their way down and lays it over them to protect themselves from the now cool night air.
Harry begins to purr from deep within his chest at the feeling of having his Alpha so close to him well satiated with his knot growing inside him.
Tom wipes his sweaty hair gently from his forehead, kissing him softly on the back of his shoulders.
“How are you feeling sweetheart?” He questions him softly, and Harry can hear the note of concern in his voice. “Was that too much?”
Harry leans into the touch. “No, you were perfect Tom, thank you.”
Tom pokes his back playfully, “You seemed to like some of the things I was saying, is there something you want to tell me?”
Harry blushes, “Tom,” he whines, “haven’t you had enough teasing of me tonight?”
“Okay, okay I’ll stop. But just saying, that image of you as my sluttly little cockwarme-“ Tom is cut off as Harry yelps and shoves his elbows into his stomach.
“Tom!”
Harry just feels the chuckle behind him and doesn’t have to turn around to see the fondness in his boyfriend’s eyes. He smiles, knowing that he is the only one privileged to hear his boyfriend’s laugh like this.
“Sleep Harry.” Tom whispers in his ear as he strokes his hair. “I’ll keep watch and get us cleaned up.”
It is a testament to the strength of their bond that Harry doesn’t even hesitate before he finds himself closing his eyes, lulled to unconsciousness with the soothing warmth of his Alpha behind him. It is easy to fall asleep secure in the knowledge that when he wakes up, he’ll be cleaned up, redressed, and Tom would have already found some way to sneak them back home.
Tonight really couldn’t have gone any better and maybe Harry does like Ministry events after all.