tom riddle one-shots

whiskey kisses*

   "I'm quite fine where I am, thank you very much," I retorted. Unfortunately, at that exact moment my legs chose to give away, forcing me to lean against the bathroom sink with a loud crash. Riddle laughed, although not in a cold and cruel way like I would have expected. He strode over to the bathroom and stood across from where I was currently struggling. His legs pressed against mine, trapping me in an awkward groove between the counter and the doorframe. Without much thought, I tugged on his tie, bringing his chest lower and closer to mine.

   "Tom," I half-breathed, half-whispered.

   "Darling," he responded with the same level of volume. Eyes piercing mine, I had no other choice but to press my lips to his. The taste of whiskey was still present, and it added a delightful sensation to the gentle kiss. He pulled away much too quickly for my liking.

   "You're drunk," he reminded me.

   "So are you." And he was, his eyes were glassy and every now and then he stumbled over a word. Riddle was much better at hiding his drunkenness than I. "It won't matter if we-"

   "You know I do not like fucking you when you're in this state of mind," he reminded me. I reached for one of his hands, taking it in mine and squeezing softly.

   "You did not mind that time after the Malfoy party. Or the Ravenclaw one. Or that night in Hogsmeade." Letting out a long sigh, Tom leaned forward to press his forehead against mine. His free hand rested against my knee.

   "Conveniently, you forget what happened just two weeks ago. The bruise stained your forehead for nearly three days afterwards." His voice had once again lowered to a whisper, tickling against my skin. I could already feel a familiar heat climbing up my thighs, simply from us being in such a close proximity.

   "That's because we did it up against a bookshelf. One of them was bound to knock me on the head, even if I had not been drunk." And this was a very good point, because he debated it for a moment. After a torturous minute of waiting, I finally felt his warm lips against my neck. I let out a sigh of relief as his mouth slid over a sensitive sinew.

   "Too damn alluring for your own good, that's what you are darling." Grinning in a way one only could whilst intoxicated, I curled my fingers into his dark locks. "I'll offer you a compromise; I will get you off, but not with my cock. Fucking you gently, darling, is not something I could manage, not with this damn firewhiskey coursing through my veins"

   A sigh of dissapointment slipped past my lips, although I had not meant for it too. Riddle's hand abandoned it's position on my knee to wrap around my throat.

   "Oh? Would you rather receive nothing? I have no qualms leaving you here, all soaking and desperate," he spat.

   "No, please don't do that," I pleaded. He was right, I was embarrassingly desperate for his touch. Alcohol could never sedate my constant longing for his skin against mine, and I was sure he felt the same way. Satisfied with my response, his lips met mine once again, kissing me so intensely that my head began to spin. Subconsciously, I grinded my hips against his and earned myself a sharp bite against my lower lip. I felt his hand slip under my pleated skirt and immediately start to tug at my tights. Riddle's mouth abandoned mine to explore my collarbones, leaving a trail of marks behind.

    My shoes had been lost in the drunken struggle to his room, but I would worry about that later. I helped him tug my tights down and off my legs. Riddle shrugged my hands away from his shoulders and backed away momentarily, lowering himself so his head was level with my legs. I was pulled to the edge of the counter in one swift movement.

   Once my undergarments had been discarded to the floor, hot kisses pressed against my thighs. Riddle re-positioned me so that my legs hung over his shoulders, smirking at me while doing so. I was already tremoring, from the lingering liquor and out of anticipation.
Cold hands grasped my thighs as he made his way to my core. For once, he skipped the teasing and pressed his lips directly to my clit. Sucking softly, he caused my head to be thrown back with a soft moan. I desperately searched for something to keep my balance, and ended up with my hands gripped painfully on the counter ledge. Riddle's tongue traced up and down my entrance as filthy noises left my lips. Involuntarily, one of my legs attempted to jerk away from him.

   "None of that, darling. Do you wish for me to stop?" He gazed up at me with stern eyes, although they felt more taunting than anything else.

   "Sorry; don't stop. Please don't stop." He yanked my leg back over his shoulder and returned to his ministrations on my cunt. I wove a hand through his dark curls, tugging slightly. That action elicited a groan from him, sending vibrations to my core. My toes began to curl as pleasure overcame my body.
In a swift movement, Riddle thrusted two of his long fingers inside of me, pumping them slowly as he continued to harshly such my clit. Pure euphoria flooded my head as my legs began to tremor.

   "Are you close?" He knew me, knew my body well enough, to know that I was. Riddle simply wished to taunt me, remind me of just how quickly he could bring me to the edge.

   "Yes. Please Tom, please let me cum," I pleaded.

   "Cum for me then, darling. Allow me to watch you lose control." With a few more sharp thrusts of his fingers, I tumbled over the edge and into the waves of orgasmic pleasure. A mixture of moans, curses, and his name tumbled from my tongue while I climaxed.
Once again, kisses and bites were spread across my inner thighs as I recovered from the high. When Riddle finally raised himself so that our lips could meet, I could taste myself on his tongue.
   "I believe that I may have lied to you earlier," he whispered against my lips. "After that ordeal, I am left with no choice but to fuck you."