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I got a man, but I want you
I got a man, but I want you
The ballroom was elegantly decorated, only the best for a party of the Lestrange family, especially since the wife is a former Black.
Having a 5 year anniversary and no children from the marriage tends to be the talk of the town, especially since the couple are from prominent families who each have multiple children to prove their potency.
These two played off the rumours of infertility by claiming the timing was not right. Valid excuse since she was barely 18 when they got married and just turned 23 a month ago. Her husband is a year older than her and not in a rush to have kids either.
The couple had a slightly arranged marriage and the fact that they have no children added oil to the fire. They were told to get along and when they didn’t immediately fight, they were told to get married. Not much of a fairytale love story but they have done their duty, at least almost.
Producing an heir was the most important task given to them by their family.
One they had been trying to accomplish but haven’t been successful in yet, and not for lack of trying.
As she looks around the room, greeting guests as one does, he walks in.
Tall, elegant, slicked-back hair, perfectly tailored suit. Walking in as if he owns the place.
And it's just nerves, it's just dick
Makin' me think 'bout someone new
Looking him over makes her freeze. She is blatantly looking at him, along with everyone else in the room. Conversations have stopped, the classical music automatically taking over in the absence.
You know I got so much to say
I try to hide it in my face
And it don't work, you see through
That I just want get wit' you
And you're right
He looks around the room, spotting her and making a beeline in her direction. Pausing to greet other people as he approaches, picking up a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.
He eventually stops in front of her, greeting her politely.
“Good evening Mrs Lestrange, lovely party, thank you so much for inviting me,” he says charmingly
She puts a smile on her face and greets back, “Tom, I mean, Mr Riddle, thank you for coming”
She looks at his lips and realises she is staring, eyes quickly darting back to his, only to be met with a smirk, as if to say he has read her mind.
You right, I got my guy
But I, I, can't help it, I want you
Said, you right, I got my guy
But I, I, can't help it I want you
“My dear, there you are, oh hello Tom” Rodolphus greets them, putting his left arm around his wife’s waist, extending his right to shake the other man’s hand.
“Rod, how are you? I was just telling your wife the place looks exquisite ” Tom says to him
“Well, she does know how to pick the best, don’t you dear?” Rodolphus looks at Bella
“Of course I do, I chose you didn’t I?” she smiles up at him, patting his cheek
“You did!” he says proudly, “oh, please excuse me, I need to go greet more guests,” he says, to them, living his wife a kiss on the cheek.
I can't stop and look the other way
'Cause I know what could be, babe
And you never feel the same
You'd be thinkin' 'bout it every day
Don't believe in fairytales, but we got our fantasies
Her dress has a slit in it, long elegant, black and form-fitting, showing off every curve. She takes a detour from the kitchen to the coatroom upstairs, checking in on the staff working there.
She gets to the room and it’s a bedroom. Realising she must have made a wrong turn, she moves to go back out but turns to see Tom walk through the door, closing it behind him and locking it.
“Tom, what are you doing? I need to get back to the guests” she says softly
He steps closer to her, causing her to step back. They continue this until her legs hit the bed and he quickly closes the distance and grabs her arms, pulling her close.
And it's me and you, no she
Tryna be all through your sheets
Have you all on top of me
Acting like it's not that deep
Boy, you can take it out on me
“What about her?” she asks
“It’s only me and you in here, so let’s focus on that hm?” he says then leans in to kiss her
She immediately gives in and kisses back, he grabs the back of her legs and lifts.
She wraps her legs around his waist and he slides onto the bed and puts her down on it.
“Fuck, quickly, we don’t have much time” she whispers to him
“So I’m just a quick fuck to you?” he asks with a smirk, hand sliding up her legs to grip her lacy underwear and pulls it off her legs
“What? Forgot I am married? How about you fuck me like you are mad about it?” she smirks back, hiking up her dress and spreading her legs in clear invitation
He quickly undoes his pants, pulling himself out and stroking it, “I’m gonna fuck you better than that limp dick husband of yours”
“Promises … promises” she taunts him, gripping his hips as he lines up and pushes in slowly
“Mmh, I only make promises I intend to keep Love” he winks at her then pushes all the way in
Her back arches and she moans out loud “oh fuck yes, please again” she begs
He smiles down at her, pulling back and pushing in all the way, long steady strokes, gaining speed with each repetition.
“Does he fuck you good?” he asks
She blinks up at him confused
“Does he make you cum?” he asks again, hand going down to her clit
“Oh shit, fuck that’s good” she moans instead of answering
“Love, focus, does your husband ,” he asks, going hard on the last word, “fuck you good, does he please this pussy and make you cum on his cock?” he asks her, leaning down to rut against her, going deep and not stopping playing with her clit, “tell me” he demands
“No! He doesn’t make me cum” she shouts, “sometimes, but not always” she adds as an afterthought
“And with me,” he asks with a cocky look on his face, speaking into her ear “do.i.make.you.cum” punctuating each word with a rough thrust.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes, you do, I… I’m gonna” she moans out, gripping his shoulders, holding on for dear life and he fucks her hard
“Do it, cum on my cock, who is making you cum, scream my name as you cum on my cock!” he growls into her ear
“Tom?!” she blinks at the woman walking towards them
“Mrs Nott, how lovely to see you again” Tom greets the woman
“Oh, I please, I am over the hill, but thank you Tom, and you Mrs Lestrange, a wonderful evening you have made happen here tonight, any particular reason for the party, perhaps an announcement of sorts” the woman gives a not-so-subtle nod to her stomach
Bella picks up a glass of champagne off a passing waiter and downs in one gulp, “not particularly, I did just get a gorgeous ring from my husband for our 5th wedding anniversary” she puts out her hand for the woman to ogle
“I see, so no one to perhaps inherit that ring one day?” she asks again, looking at her stomach
“Maybe ask in another 5 years, hm? My husband and I enjoy our time together without some baby crying all night and tiring us out. I prefer to have him keep me crying all night if you get what I’m saying” she winks at the woman before quickly adding “I think they need my help over there, please excuse me, a hostesses job is never done” and walks away as quickly as her high heeled feet will allow.
Tell me what it's 'bout to be
Really feel it's bound to be
I can't tell no one but they all know
The woman makes small talk with Tom some more but can clearly see his eyes dart to the direction Bella is in ‘what fools, they clearly wanted to be together and everyone knows it’ she thinks to herself
I got a man, but I want you
I got a man, but I want you
And it's just nerves, it's just dick
Makin' me think 'bout someone new
Shaking her head from the crazy fantasy running through it, she quickly clears up the confusion among the staff.
Walking to the ballroom, she is cornered by her husband in the passage
“Oh,” she says as she nearly bumps into him, “are you alright?” she asks
“Yes my dear, I am great!” he smiles
“Why so happy hun?” she asks smiling
“Because I have the most amazing looking woman in the room be my wife, all the other women are jealous of you and the men have been so envious of me, what’s not to be happy about?” he asks, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close and kissing her neck
“Hun! Stop, someone might see us” she says, pushing him away
“And? This is our party for our anniversary, besides, we can just say we are eager to re-live our honeymoon tonight and that we are getting a headstart” he leans back in, raining kisses down her column
“Mmh, Yesss, okay, but we really need to get through this party first,” she says sternly, trying to keep her moaning to a minimum
“Of course my dear, are you excited to get to our bedroom and have another honeymoon?” he asks her
She makes eye contact with Tom, who heard the entire conversation.
He smirks at her, knowing she isn’t looking forward to it.
You know I got so much to say
I try to hide it in my face
And it don't work, you see through
That I just want get wit' you
And you're right
The subtle pulling down of her lips, the quick eye roll of exasperation, the flaring of her nostrils. All signs she is upset, not looking forward to it and quite frankly upset about it all, yet she looks Tom right in the eyes as she says to her husband “I can’t wait for it” in a sexy voice
You right, I got my guy (you right, you right, I)
But I, I, can't help it I want you
Said, you right, I got my guy (you right, you right, I)
But I, I, can't help it I want you
She shivers in his arms at the look Tom gives her after she speaks. His eyes made her spine tingle with excitement.
Girl, I want you like you want me too
I feel that energy (ooh, yeah)
When you're on top of me (oh, yeah)
Bella untangles herself from her husband, shooing him away and getting back to work, promising him later they can maybe make a baby on this honeymoon.
After Rod leaves, she speaks to a few members of staff then walks to the side entrance, as soon as she takes the corner, Tom grabs her wrist, dragging her to another room.
He pulls her into what looks like an office. Desk and chair to one side, printer and other office equipment for storing files on the other side.
“What are you doing Tom?” she asks him
“Don’t play coy Love, you know exactly what you were doing, you ‘can’t wait for it’ hm?” he says, repeating her words to her husband
She smirks “what? Did you think we are celibate in our marriage? We don’t have kids, true, but we do have sex, a lot actually” she adds as if to rub it in
“I knew you were having sex, any man able to get hard would try to have you as many times as possible, no, Love, you wanted me to bring you to the nearest place possible” he steps closer to her, crowding her against the desk, “so that I can do something” he bends down and lifts her dress, takes her underwear off and puts it in his pocket, “that your husband doesn’t do” he smirks, lifting her and spreading her thighs, slotting himself in between them as he undoes his zipper and pulls himself out of his pants
“Oh,” she says and spits on her hand, stroking him and lubing him up at the same time, “what would that be?” she asks, wiggling on the desk to help give a better angle and nudging him closer
He is at her entrance, she rubs his tip up and down her slit, getting it wet and finally puts him at the perfect height to enter her
He leans down to whisper in her ear, “a good hard fucking” he says and thrusts himself to the hilt inside of her
She throws her head back and moans in pleasure, “then you better make sure you do just that” she teases and hooks her legs tightly around his waist, putting her hands behind her to push out her chest, her nipples pebbling under the fabric.
“Gonna fuck you so good, stuff you full of my cum, make you walk around with my load dripping from your well fuck hole,” he says, making sure to go hard and fast from the start
I know your man, he ain't controllin' you
But you still hesitate (ooh, no)
'Cause you chose loyalty (oh, yeah)
“You can’t cum inside me!” she says quickly, her body rocking in time with his harsh pace
“Why not? It’s gonna feel so good Love, don’t you want it, my cum stuffed deep inside you?” he groans out
“Can’t have your cum in me, can’t get pregnant from you” she mumbles out
“Oh, I see, I can fuck you better than your husband, shove my cock deep enough inside you that you can taste it on your tongue, but cant stuff your tight pussy with my cum?” he mocks
“No, only my husband can” she whispers, panting out the words
And I know your history, met him before your peak (hey, hey)
He's so connected to that woman that you used to be
“You are not the little virgin you were on your wedding night Love,” he says harshly, “you are a grown woman, with needs, like the need to get fucked by a real man, with a real big cock” he grinds into her
“Mmm, please, more” she mewls
“You have grown Love, become a beautiful woman, with a tight pussy that needs to be bred, stuffed full of potent cum and knocked up” he growls at her
“Yes, please, breed me” she begs
But-but-but this sex will cloud your memory
A couple strokes, i’ll put it in, then you'll belong to me
“If I breed you, you will be mine, no one else, my woman, caring my child, everyone will know I fucked you good and got you pregnant” he sets a new, breakneck pace, hand going down to her clit, rubbing in time with his strokes
“Oh Tom, yes, make me yours, give me your cum!” she moans, clenching on him as she cums
“Fuck yes, take it” he groans, hips stuttering as he cums insider her, “yesss, fucking take my load” he hisses, “mine”
I got a man, but I want you
I got a man, but I want you (oh)
And it's just nerves, it's just dick
Makin' me think 'bout someone new
You know I got so much to say
I try to hide it in my face
And it don't work, you see through
That I just want get wit' you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And you're right
Tom shakes his head to clear the thoughts and heads back to the main room where hors d'oeuvres are being served.
He grabs a glass of champagne and hears heels clicking, turning to see who is approaching, he gives the woman a once over.
“Hello Tom,” she says in a sultry tone
“Myrtle, glad you could make it, dear,” he says, giving his girlfriend a kiss on the cheek
“Yeah, they tried to keep me later but I refused,” she says to him, grabbing a glass for herself and hooking her arm around the elbow he extended
She looks up at him, “are you alright, dear? You look far away” she asks him
He smiles at her, “I am right here, with you, and later, I want to be in you” he winks
She slaps his shoulder playfully, “oh hush, save it for later” she winks back
He turns his head to look at Bella, her arm hooked into Rod’s arm in a similar manner to his girlfriend.
Bella turns to look at him as well, they make eye contact.
That one look speaks volumes between them.
You right, I got my guy (you right, you right, I)
But I, I, can't help it I want you
Said, you right, I got my guy (you right, you right, I)
But I, I, can't help it I want you