Harry Potter One Shots and Imagines

Tom Riddle X Reader

(contains rough smut, degrading, and blood k!nk)

"Going somewhere?" an annoying high pitched voice asked. Looking up, I saw Moaning Myrtle sitting on top of the bathroom stall with her chin in her hand.

"Bugger off, Myrtle," I responded. She frowned and advanced toward me with a taunting look.

"You do know that you have to be a Parselmouth to go in there, right?" she asked as she floated above my head. 

"Harry isn't the only Parselmouth in this school," I said, lowly. She smiled excitedly and flew to her stall.

"Wait until everyone hears about this," she teased in her raspy voice. She flew down into the toilet, causing a loud splash to emit from the stall. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the sink. Though Harry destroyed the diary back in second year, the memory of Tom Riddle remained in the Chamber of Secrets. I spoke to the sink in Parseltongue until it moved, revealing the entryway to the hidden chamber. I scanned the room, making sure nobody was around before I slipped into the dark tunnel. 

"Come back again, have we?" his voice echoed throughout the room. The tall figure of Tom Riddle emerged from the shadows as he spoke. He walked toward me and pushed me against the wall by my throat.

"It's been two months, Y/n," he started while kissing my neck, "why didn't you come back sooner?" The grip he had on me tightened to the point where I could barely breathe.

"Tommy, calm down," I pleaded. He cocked his head slightly and admired how submissive I was to him. 

"I've told you not to call me that," he said, clenching his jaw. 

"Tommy," I repeated, smugly. He pushed me down on my knees and undid his belt.

"Put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use," he demanded before he pushed my head onto his cock. Having no gag reflex, he was able to push me all the way down and pull me back up. He had complete control over me. Whenever I came down, he could do anything he wanted to me and I loved it. He continued to move my head to the speed of his liking, tears beginning to form in my eyes from his size. 

"You're my dirty slut, aren't you?" he asked as he held my head back by my hair. I looked up at him and innocently smiled. 

"Don't make me ask you again," he warned. I continued to look up at him and stare. He took his other hand and slapped me on the right side of my face. I could feel a red mark starting to form but still refused to answer him. He slapped me again and and shoved himself back in. He held my head still and used his hips to fuck my mouth. I gazed up to see him with his head tilted up and low groans coming out from the back of his throat. He began to go faster and deeper into my throat until he stopped to release.

"Fucking. whore." he said in rhythm of his hips as his cum filled in the back of my throat. He grabbed me by my face and pulled me back up.

"Swallow it," he ordered. As soon as I did, he pulled me closer to him and kissed me. His lips moved to my jawline and then to my neck where he sucked and bit the area until he thought he left a mark that was dark enough. He turned me around with his mouth still on my neck and stuck his hand under my skirt. 

"You filthy bitch, this wet from just sucking my cock?" he asked. He moved my underwear aside and slid two fingers inside of me, watching me writhe and squirm underneath him while he fingered me. 

"You're so fucking tight," he said. He moved his fingers quickly and curled them inside of me, causing my back to arch into the wall in front of me. His hand held onto my shoulder so he could force his fingers deeper inside of me. 

"Ohh, Tom," I moaned quietly. My body shook and twitched as he made his fingers go faster. I was close to finishing but before I could, he pulled his fingers out of my body.

"You don't get to finish until I say you can," he sneered. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pushed himself inside of me. He used his other hand to grip my hip tightly, likely leaving a bruise from his rings. I hissed from the slight pain of him sliding in and out of me at such a rate. He pushed me even closer to the wall and fucked me harder. He used the hand that was on my hip to slap me on my ass. 

"I bet you like that, huh?" he asked while continuing. He grabbed my hip again to push himself deeper inside of me then slapped me again. I could feel his hot breath fanning against my ear as his head rested on my shoulder. His hand was pressed on my lower stomach so he could feel him going in and out of me.

"Fuck," he groaned. With one hand, he grabbed both of my arms and held them behind my back, pounding into me harder than any time before. He had his other hand under my shirt and was roughly massaging my breast. 

"My little fucking slut," he whispered in my ear. He peppered kisses from the back of my ear to the side of my neck. Then, he bit me, hard enough to cause blood to drip from the wound. I screamed, as one does when in shock and pain. He licked the blood from the wound, his thrusts turning a bit more hesitant and sloppy. 

"Cum for me," he demanded. The grasp he had on my neck grew stronger and our climaxes were growing simultaneously. The pleasure was getting too much for me to handle, so I completely let go. He pushed himself as deep as he could inside of me and came at the same time as I did. 

We both stood for a second trying to catch our breath from everything that had occurred. 

"Clean yourself up, you look like a mess," he advised. I was used to it, he barely cared about aftercare.

"Shit," he gasped from looking at the bite on my neck.

"It's fine, just leave it," I said. We both sat in uncomfortable silence until I spoke up.

"Tom, I can't come down here anymore," I spoke quietly. He raised his head and looked at me questionably.

"Why is that?" he asked. 

"Because, you're just a memory, Tom," I began, "I can't constantly be coming down here and getting more and more attached to someone who doesn't exist anymore." He walked toward me and held my face in his hands.

"You can't leave, you're the only thing keeping me alive," he pleaded. 

"Tom, I'm sorry," I responded. He looked at me sadly but the realization hit him, that I would have to leave sooner or later.

"Good bye, Tom," I said, making my way toward the tunnel. 

"Thank you," was the last thing he said before fading away. 

A/n:

Lol sorry for the sad ending, I stayed up all night writing this and I was watching all of the Queen's Gambit so yeah very fun. Also, Happy Late Valentine's Day, I hope all you single folk had an amazing day and I hope the ones that are in healthy relationships had a decent day. Bye