Built for Pleasure

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Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle |
Voldemort
Characters: Hermione Granger, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Tom Riddle
Additional Tags: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Spanking, Teacher/Student Roleplay,
Punishment, Hogwarts Prefect Hermione Granger, Manipulative Tom
Riddle, Professor Tom Riddle, Sane Tom Riddle, Young Tom Riddle,
Simp Tom Riddle, BAMF Hermione Granger, One Shot
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-12-08 Words: 2,184 Chapters: 1/1
 Built for Pleasure
by STFUimreading_Reindeer

Summary

Tomoine One-shot
SMUT
Professor Riddle (*＾3＾)/～☆

All credits go to J.K. Rowling for the characters.

Notes

Wattpad vers: [Link]

ENJOY!
 Punishment

It was past curfew when Hermione started to awaken from her table in the library.
Embarrassed that she had fallen asleep after reading the whole night about the history of the
Goblin War.

She spelled out the books to go to their proper shelves before carefully tiptoeing out of the
library. She was never the type of girl to break the rules purposefully. She has moral conduct
and respect for the authorities to do such things. She is also a prefect, and she needs to be a
good influence on her schoolmates.

Charming her feet with a silencio to silence her foot steps, she walks down the candlelit
hallway. Turning to the left, she heard a cat meowing and knew that Mrs. Norris, Filch’s cat,
was somewhere in the hall and that if she saw her, she would most likely throw a fit that
would alert someone. So, with a dash, she took the nearest stairs she saw.

With her heart beating faster in her chest, she took a deep breath to calm herself. Squinting
her eyes to adjust her sight in the dark, she recognizes that she is in the Dungeons.

“Oh shit,” she thought. “I should have just tried my luck with Mrs. Norris rather than be
here.”

The Dungeon is where the Slytherin common room is located, and she knew that if someone
saw her there right now, she would be so fucked up.

Walking down the hall, trying to find a way out, she didn’t notice someone following her
behind until she felt someone grab her arm and turn her around.

“And what are you doing, wandering around the Dungeons pass curfew, Ms. Granger?” She
gasped, surprised, as she saw her professor in defense against the dark arts, Tom Riddle, who
was the owner of the hands that just grabbed her.
“Professor, I—” Hermione tried to explain, but he was already speaking.

“I’m very disappointed with you right now, Ms. Granger. You are supposed to be a good role
model to your classmate as a prefect. What do you think this would do to your record?” Tom
said in a condescending tone, folding his arms in his chest and raising a brow to her.

“No! I mean, please forgive me, sir. I had fallen asleep in the library and tried to go to my
dormitory, but when I heard Mrs. Norris, I thought I would get caught and be in trouble, so I
freaked out and ran for it.” She babbled nervously, looking pleadingly at him.

“Have you been tiring yourself so much that you would fall asleep in the library? Perhaps I
should tell the other professors to remove you from your post since you clearly couldn’t
handle it and are abusing your power as prefect by wandering around the past curfew.”

“No, please, professor, I didn’t mean to do it. I could perfectly handle my post. Please don’t
tell anyone.” Hermione was on the verge of crying, and Tom is secretly enjoying watching
little Miss Know-It-All squirm.

“Are you asking me to let you go unpunished and not tell the other professors about your
nightly endeavor?” Tom said, frowning, though inside he was already laughing because
Hermione’s face just became red.

“Please, Professor, I don’t want this on my records.” Her pitiful face just elicits Tom’s mood
more. “You can punish me yourself, but please don’t tell the others about it.”

“Hmm,” he said smirking inwardly, knowing what punishment would perfectly go with her.
“Follow me to my office, Ms. Granger.”

Turning around, Tom smirked as he heard Hermione release a sigh of relief and follow him.
“Don’t be too relieved, girl; you will still be punished.”
Hermione gulped as they entered his office.

“Go in front of the desk.” Hermione followed his instruction and went in front of his desk
while he sat on a chair in front of her. “Strip”

“W-what?” Her eyes widen as she hears him. She couldn’t believe her ears; maybe she just
misheard.

“I said strip, Ms. Granger. Did you have a last-minute change? You did not just become a rule
breaker but also deaf?”

“N-no, sir,” she gulped nervously, her eyes looking around the office as if finding a way to
escape.

“What? Did you change your mind about me punishing you? Should I just go to Minerva’s
office and tell her that one of her little lions got out of her cage?”

“Don’t, please, sir, I-I’ll strip.” Hermione fidgets with her collar and starts unbuttoning her
shirt, looking everywhere other than Tom.

“Look at me, Ms. Granger.” His low voice made the hair in her neck stand. She looked at
him, and she saw him looking hungrily at her chest. “Take off that bra, now!”

Hermione flinched from his sudden order, hastily unclasped her bra, and let it fall to the floor.
Breathing heavily, she is very aware that she is now exposed to her professor.

“Come here.” He gestured for her to move closer to him. Hesitantly, she went with his orders,
knowing that doing the opposite would not be good for her.

He ran his hands from her shoulders to her arms, caressing them almost lovingly. His hands
moved to her breast, squeezing it lightly.
“Hmmm,” he hummed, looking thoughtfully. “They are perfectly fitted in my hands.”

Her breathing and heartbeat quicken as he licks her nipples, making her squirm. “Stop
moving, or I’ll tie you up,” he said, narrowing his eyes on her.

He continued to lick and bite her nipples while his hands were roaming around her body,
squeezing her other breast or her buttocks.

She couldn’t help but moan when he kissed her body and scream when he bit her neck. She
could feel herself becoming wet as she became sensitive to his ministration.

“Now, go to the desk and bend for me.” Hermione did as told and nervously awaited what
was to come. “I’m going to spank you twenty times, and you are going to count for me,
understand? This will teach you a lesson not to break rules.”

“Y-yes, Professor.” She could feel him lifting her skirt up and exposing her bottom to him.

“Ahh, one.” She closed her eyes as she felt the sting of pain from the slap she got. “Two”

He spanked her until red handprints were visible on her butt cheeks. “Count! What number is
it now?”

“Twenty-six, sir, y-you said it would only be twenty!” Tears are now coming out of her eyes
as she felt overstimulated from all the spinning she got. “Please, sir”

She wasn’t even sure what she’s pleading—if she wants him to stop or make her come.

“I know you’re enjoying this too, Ms. Granger. I can see how wet you are right now.” He ran
his finger over the clothed clitoral area, making her shiver, and bucked on his hands. He
chuckled. “You like that, don’t you? You like being punished by your professor.”

Hermione moans as he runs his finger again over her clothed clitoral area, pressing lightly.

Suddenly, he pushed her away and started removing his belt and pants. She couldn’t remove
her eyes from him, especially when she saw her cock. She doubt it could fit in her.

“You like what you’re seeing?” He smugly smirked at the reaction he got from her. “Now,
kneel”

Hermione slowly kneels in front of him, looking up in her doe eyes at him. Her eyes are
stricken by ruined mascara from all the crying she did.

“Take my cock in your hand; yeah, that’s it. Now, pump your hand; twist it slightly…yes,
very good.” Hermione followed his instruction and watched as his pre-cum covered her hand,
lubricating it to easily pump him. “Now, I want you to open your mouth and stick your
tongue out.”

Hermione opened her mouth and stuck her mouth out, and she found herself full of him as he
entered his cock in her mouth with a thrust.

“Hmm, you’re so pretty with your professor’s cock in your mouth,” Hermione moans and
chokes as he begins thrusting further into her mouth. “That’s right, take it; I have always
wanted to do this to your smart mouth.”

The only warning Hermione got was when she felt his cock stir in her mouth before the taste
of hot, salty liquid burst into her while his cock was deep in her throat, and she had no choice
but to swallow them.

“Good girl, you take me well.”

Tom leaned down and started kissing and biting her neck, receiving a moan and screams of
reaction from her. Hermione tried to touch him, but he took her hands away and held them on
top of her head. “Do not touch me, Ms. Granger; if you do, I will not be held accountable for
what I will do to you.”

Hermione is now very aroused and was thinking of touching him just to see what he would
do, but the look in his eyes made her stop.

“Obey me, Ms. Granger, and I would be generous enough to let you cum.”

“Yes, sir”

“No, from now on, you will call me My Lord.”

Hermione pressed her thighs together for some friction, but Tom held them apart. With a flick
of his hand, she felt the breeze of the air in her private area and knew that she was now fully
exposed to her professor.

“Oh, Ms. Granger, I would have never thought that you would be so wet for your professor.”
Tom started kissing down her stomach, making her arch her back. When he went to kiss and
bite her thighs, Hermione bucked her hips on his face.

“P-please, my Lord,” she pleads, moaning, looking for release.

“Hmm,” Tom granted her plead and took her clit into his mouth. He held her hips down,
stopping her from buckling. “You taste so sweet, Ms. Granger.”
He licked and spread her pink clitoral area strategically, thrusting a finger into her. He’s
devouring her pussy like he’s never been fed before. Adding a finger, he bit the top of her
clitoral area, groaning as he pumped his finger in and out of her. “Oh, you’re so tight and wet
for your Lord, aren’t you, Ms. Granger?”

“Mhmm”

“Look at me, Ms. Granger; look at how you’re letting your professor eat you out.” Hermione
looked down on him just as he slowly licked her clitoral area, looking at her.

Hermione is now a moaning and screeching mess, pleading for her professor. “Cum for me,
Ms. Granger.” The vibration and seduction in his voice were her undoing. Moaning so loudly,
she throws her head back and cums so hard that she sees white spots.

Before she was aware of what was going on, Tom had already spread her legs apart and was
positioning himself on the lips of her pussy. With a thrust, he was already inside her.

“Ugh, you’re hot and tight, Ms. Granger.” Tom slowly pulled away before thrusting hard into
her again. “Take my cock, you naughty teacher pet.”

Hermione is already sobbing, pleading for more friction. “P-please, my Lord.” Tom leaned
forward and bit her neck so hard that it would more likely bruise.

Tom started thrusting more into her harder watching as she rolled her head back and caught
her bouncing tits with his mouth.

Hermione bucked her hips up to his and found a rhythm that had them both writhing.
Hermione screamed so loud when he hit her good spot, sobbing as he pounded into her more
vigorously.

Tom put his hands on her neck, choking her slightly while he pounded into her, watching as
she sucked on her breath and panicked in her eyes. He loves that fear that crept up in her
eyes. “You deserve all of this for being such a rule-breaker, Ms. Granger.”

A few more thrusts, and he felt her walls close and squeeze him. Groaning, he put her legs up
his shoulder and pound on her, feeling her hot cum exploding on his cock. He didn’t last long
after that, stilling and cumming inside her.

Panting, he slid himself out of her and fell beside her. “Are you happy, now?” He asked as he
grabbed her and hug her on his chest, kissing the top of her head.

“Yeah, that was so great.” Hermione looks up at her lover, smiling tiredly. “Let’s do this
again.”

“Maybe later, you promised that you would let me tie you up after we do this little fantasy of
yours.”

“But you make such a pretty hot professor, Tom,” Hermione said, smirking up at him, fingers
caressing his chest.

“Oh? Then maybe I can tie you up next time while acting up as your professor again,” Tom
said, kissing her cheeks and sliding down her neck, nipping it lightly.

“Yeah, we can do that,” she answered before claiming his mouth.

~Fin~
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