Silly boy

Chapter 15: Making him weak

*SMUT WARNING....IDK HOW YOULL FEEL ABOUT THIS FOR SOME OF YOU SO JUST DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU*

You spent a brief few minutes, not waiting for anything but simply admiring yourself in toms long golden mirror against the wall in his bedroom, typical conceited tom you thought, but all the same you thought tom would be the type to "have more important things to worry about than his physical appearance. You heard the turn of the shower, the rush off water hitting off polished tiles and you cross over to the other side to a door with a hanging sign that read "girls will be prosecuted" and you chuckled with a shrug. You lead yourself to the only cubicle with noise echoing from it. Youd think this was the moment you rip the shower curtain off and burst in on him, but no you had class...well you didnt but you thought of all the ways tom could scream at you and it bored you to death.You slip your dress off, the idea that someone else could walk in somehow also slipped and you entered the shower across from his and watch the steamy water escape. You run your fingers through your hair as water drips down your back, humming to yourself all the while, accompanied with the sound of tom turning his nob off. "who the fuck is in here" he calls out. "oh my apologies riddle, is this your private bathtime" you call in response. The curtain suddenly rips open, and you almost slip on a bar of soap, falling into riddles arms. His arms quickly swift under yours to grasp you as he looks uncertainly into your eyes, parting his soft lips. But he doesn't seem to let go and you didn't dare look down because you seemed to have forgotten the fact that you were both naked. "its sad you need supervised assintance in a shower" he whispers. "I didn't ask you to come i-"

"shut up" he commands, and ever so quickly his hands slide to your waist moving your whole body from the entrance to the wall, your back slamming into the tiles. The taste of his lips was like better than driving through city lights with your head out of the car top. The instant touch of his body felt pure, without any need to already remove your clothes, and you connected, feeling as if the heat between you could burst a thermometer. You noticed the way his fingers emmersed in your hair before he kissed down your neck leaving dark purple marks on your flesh, catching you off guard. You place your hands on his shoulders and push him across to the opposite wall, leaning over him. "don't be so selfish riddle" you say confidentaly, but he shoves that down and presses a finger on your lips to shush you. "lesson number one" he instructs "don't ever ever tell me what do you". He grabs a hold of your thighs, raising them high as your legs straddle around his hips, as he hold...or more slams you into place. His thick veins stretched on his hands as they wrap around your ass, dragging his nails across your wet softened skin. His bites down roughly on your lip,sucking away as a small drop of blood appears from his intense kiss and you smile. "what the fuck are you smiling at" he says to you, grabbing you by the hair. "it was hot" you gasp. "oh you think that was hot? Typical for a slut like you" he mutters and his whole hand covers your neck, your breath becoming thin as he keeps a tight hold. "stop whimpering like a little bitch " he yells, steam pressing your bodies together as his words roll off his tongue. "youre just waiting for me to fuck you aren't you" he laughs. "eyeing me up and down...especially down...you think you can prove you can handle this? Can a whore like you handle this in your mouth" he says tilting his head. "I didn't think so" he answers for you, and from beneath you you feel his cock growing harder, and your eyes flutter. "if your just going to tease me all day I have better places to be" you attempt to spit out. He presses you against the wall tighter with the pressure on your throat, his remaining hand stretched out on your thigh, as his thumb caressed your inner thigh and inched closer to your pussy. "you will speak when you are spoken to, and you will not act like a spoiled fucking brat" he yells. His position, and you suddenly feel yourself unable to move, unable to look anywhere else but into the direct piercing gaze of his eyes. His neck-gripped hand now feels sharper with his nails in your skin, and teasing you across your shoulder blades. With no future remorse, he plunges his cock into your pussy, you body feeling glued to the wall and he slaps your arms attached down on either side of you, so you cant resist. He presses deep and sharp, reaching a point and you feel as if youre in a void, and you whimper at his touch as he chuckles while not letting you stop to adjust or tell him what feels right. You realized he either already knows what you think feels good, or he doesn't care. Every time his cock exits your body and he repeats you feel only the speed and the pain and pressure eccelarate and eccelarate and it hit you with shock like fucking waves, if tom riddle was a damn tsunami. His movement rattled your body making you hit your head off the wall, your hands moved apart from your sides as your fingers stuck to the tiles sweaty and wanting something to cling onto, you felt with extreme positivity if it wasn't for toms strong hold of you you would be sure to fall to your feet gasping. You were already gasping, you didn't realize how loud you were, your breathless moans forced tom to slap his hand over your mouth, as he looked into you with beady eyes. "stop bringing so much attention to yourself" "don't you have any control and "youre such a fucking stupid slut" were the phrases that followed typically. He stared you down, watching you bite your lip to stop your silent screams as he took the job himself sinking his tongue and immersing it with yours to shut you up.Every moment his lips parted yours and your eyes were open you saw his body curve and move in a rhythm grinding into your pussy, with every hit a shiver rushing through every single one of your veins as his lips widened and he pulled out leaving a tension in your body. He stepped back, and tilted his head again with his same smug look but an almost angry expression. He scoops your hair so tight it stung when he threw you down to the ground, and your knees hit the cold floor painfully, Before you could even tilt your head he grabs hold of either side of your jaw and forces his cock inside your mouth, not even starting out easily. It went straight to the back of your throat, and you surprisingly managed with some struggling and gagging as his cum spread across your lips dripping down. He shoved it in again and again, only going harder each time you tried to adjust and go smoothly, He smothered you, your tongue licking up and down the base, up to his tip, as he went in again, almost like a machine, and you felt his shiver. You looked up to him typically innocent to see him slowly gasp. Was tom riddle about to...moan? You hadnt really heard him, he seemed to just be enjoying everything but never wanted to seem like he had been weakened or pleasured, and you smiled at the fact that his pupils were dialating fast to every thrust he gave, as his breaths became higher and suddenly, he let out a loud controlling moan. "oh fuck y/n, what are you doing to me" he whispered out licking his lips before releasing all over your chest, washing away with the still running shower water down your breasts.