Serendipity (Tom Riddle x Reader)

ix. seriously .ix

The warmth from the windows flooded to your soft blue bed. The drapes surrounding you, and the beautiful man beside you. As you slowly woke up, he put his book down, deciding to focus solely on your morning voice. "How long have you been up?" Your voice was soft, but also extremely rough, like a small contained fire. It brought a kind of warmth into his lower stomach.

"I'd say an hour or so, half of our classes were canceled today because of how competitive Slytherin and Gryffindors are. The teachers refused to teach when they could be coaching their teams for the final match tonight," he said into your hair. Pulling you closer as he savored you, even admired you. "I'm just glad the Gryffinfucks decided that Ravenclaws would be best at making the plan for their route. I think the entire common room is clear. Which means..." his hands slowly began to trace up your sides.

"Nooo, come on, was last night not enough for your hormonally challenged brain," you mumble while burying your face into his neck. You wanted him, but not this early in the morning, when the daylight was still a blend of orange and yellow.

"Oh it was plenty enough. But now, all I'm thinking about is me. Fucking you so very rough. Ruthlessly as you say. Perhaps fucking you so hard you fall off the bed," his voice was low in your ear. Making sure you heard every single word as your second heart beat showed up. As he paused, you took your chance to start leaving light kisses along his jaw.

"I didn't tell you to stop speaking, please, keep going. I think you're starting to persuade me." Your hips met his, as he helped you to climb on his thick thighs. The obvious tent in his pants while you continued to kiss soft delicate patterns on his neck.

"Oh? So you want to hear about the tight, corse ropes around your arms and legs then? Tied up like the fragile, little doll you are. Or the hot, sticky wax dripping down your body, while you whimper and whine." His hands held onto the dip of your waist as he ground up into you, so you could feel his nice hard on. "I know what you want to hear. You want to hear about my thick cock destroying your sweet, tiny cunt? That's what you want, right baby?"

"Mhm, that's what I want... that's exactly what I want," you whine slightly, face coated in a blush. The way he was grinding against you was heavenly. But you could hear the familiar sound of pages turning from the common room. So your hips grinded against his one last time before you stood up, and found his blue button up. "But I'm not risking all of my friends hearing how much of a bottom you really are," you tease. His groan ending with a dramatic flop on the bed, keeping his eyes trained on your naked body putting on his shirt.

"I'll get you back for that, you tease." He watched very intently on your fingers moving across the buttons, "though I must say, I quite enjoy the view." You snorted before throwing a slipper at his head, missing after he ducked out of the way.

"Now now, is that any way to talk to a lady? And just because we don't have classes, doesn't mean you get a free pass for studying. We both know you still need help with that future bullshit we have to do with Mr. Trelawny." He joined you, standing next you while you grabbed your last bit of books from the floor to go to the library. He easily towered over you, and enjoyed the view of your current cleavage from the angle.

"You know the only reason I struggle with it, is because it's not real, correct?" He inquired.

"As the only Ravenclaw you're personally acquainted with, im WELL aware. Many things magic can do, but tell your future is not one of them. It's simply science, and bullshitting your way through the class," you say while walking in the common room, hearing a few people agree quietly. He grasps your hand before you can even make it to the painting, showing you off like a prize to everyone past the door. You were his. "Library or the oak tree under the astronomy tower?"