tom riddle one-shots

study buddy*

"I'm so bored of this. Let's go do something fun," you suggest to Tom. The two of you are sitting in the back of the library, secluded by the outside world by bookshelves. It had been nearly three hours since you arrived, and you were tired of studying. Slughorn's test tomorrow would be easy just as always, so there was really no point. But of course, your boyfriend didn't see it that way. Tom Riddle was the dictionary definition of an over-achiever.

"You aren't enjoying your time with me, my love?" Tom didn't bother to look up from his book as he spoke to you.   

"Of course not! I'm bored of the books, not you." He smiled to himself, his eyes lighting up as he finally turned to face you. His ebony curls had been smoothed back today, rather than hanging off of Tom's forehead like usual.

"Hmm. I suppose we could do something more exciting," the boy said as he tugged your chair closer to his. Strong hands found your waist suddenly, causing you to yelp. He pulled you onto his lap in one fluid movement. Tom's lips found your neck, roughly kissing and biting at your sensitive skin. Makeout sessions with your boyfriend always left you with more love-bites than you could count.

Wanting to escalate things as quickly as you possibly could, you ground your hips against Tom in a way that you knew drove him wild. One of your hands rested on his crotch, attempting to feel his cock. As you expected, he was rock-hard.

When he stopped his work on your neck to tilt your head back and cast you a scornful frown, you shrugged innocently and attempted to push your lips against his.

    "Darling, we're in the library. We ought to at least try to be discreet," he told you. Before you could ask him what he meant by that, Tom had reached under your skirt and began to tug your undergarments down so that they rested around your thighs. He adjusted your weight to his left thigh, leaving him free to unbutton and unzip his charcoal-colored trousers. You watched with impatience as he stroked himself a few times, the tip of his cock already flushed bright red.

    Tom slid you back onto his lap, penetrating your cunt as he did so. Your back was still facing him, so naturally you attempted to rotate yourself. Tom let out a low groan of disapproval and latched his hands onto your waist.

    "No. Don't be a brat, and be grateful for what I give you. Open the book," he commanded.

    "What-" Your attempt to speak was cut off by a sudden thrust from your boyfriend.

    "Do not make me repeat myself, darling," Tom warned. You forced yourself to stay silent while you reached for the Potions book and flipped it open to the page on fluxweed, which you had been skimming over just moments before. Tom's teeth grazed against your neck, his hot breath causing you to shiver. "Read it to me. Perhaps if you manage to get through the entire chapter, I'll take you back to my dorm and properly fuck you."

    Well, that sounded like a challenge that you could get behind. Taking a deep breath, you leant backwards slightly to rest your back against his torso. You shifted your legs slightly, allowing his cock to slide even deeper inside of you. The fullness of him was practically unbearable.

    "The fluxweed plant is widely known for its pow-powerful healing properties," you stuttered. Tom had wrapped a hand around your neck, his cold rings successfully distracting you. "Identification of fluxweed is easy; simply spot green leaves and cone-shaped purple flowers." Another quick thrust from Tom made you whimper. Although you could not see his expression, you knew he was enjoying himself greatly by torturing you in this way.

    "What's the matter, sweetheart? Is something distracting you?" he taunted. You shock your head, which elicited a chuckle from him. "Well then, continue."

    "Although commonly used in the Polyjuice Potion, fluxweed can also- fuck, Tom!" After nearly ten minutes of you struggling to read aloud, he had reached his other hand beneath your skirt and gently rubbed at your clit. The sensation was too much for you to handle. You cunt desperately clenched around his cock. "Please, I can't take much more of this." His hand tightened around your throat, effectively silencing you.

    "Shut up. You will do what I ask of you. The consequences of refusing to do so will be much harsher, my darling. Now, start over. You stuttered so frequently that I could hardly understand a single word that left those pretty little lips."