Princess - A Tom Riddle Fan Fiction

Chapter 22

Smut: edging, degrading

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Manipulation is one of his finest qualities.

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My frustration with him can be confused with elation. I'm pushed up against a wall, my hands cupping his face to make sure his lip can't leave mine. His hands roam my body, sliding over every curve and insecurity, treating me like a god. I'm still fully clothed, other than my shoes thrown somewhere in the room. Tom has his shirt off, his skin glowing the feeble light. His mood is the same as mine and fuck do i want him to be like this all the time.

I feel him, already hard, as he presses up against me. I moan in his mouth as he grabs a fistful of my hair. My hands travel to his throat in an attempt to gain dominance but he notices this and pulls away. He runs a hand through his hair and takes me in. I'm flat against the wall, panting,  pissed and horny- a true sight to see. His lips don't twist up into an expected smirk, they remain a gap. I slowly undo my jeans, taking my time to lower them and fully take them off. Tom doesn't move as I do this, other his heated gaze that follows me. 

I smirk, proud of the way he stares and rest my hand on my thigh."if you're not going to do it I might as well-"

This immediately takes him from his trance and he's back on me. He, shockingly, doesn't go to grab my hands, but my thighs. He's no longer being careful as his rings press into my skin, urging me to open his legs to him. I do so with haste. His lips connect with my jaw and I groan, pleasure becoming more evident between my legs. His fingers move in a circular motion, inching closer to my soaking panties. Restlessness threatens to overpower me as he slows down. He moves his lips to my ear, pressing a quick, wet kiss on my neck beforehand.

"Don't tease me or there will be consequences," he rasps, sending a jolt of heat through me. 

The idea's enticing, as I'm inexperienced but always willing to learn more. I grope his pants, feeling his hard-on. He groans, before pressing two fingers against the fabric. I gasp at the unexpected movement. He moves my hand from his pants to above my head, while my other one grips his neck. He helps me out of my panties, slowing down every time I try to speed this up.

"I hate you," I whimper, pulling my lip between my teeth to stop a moan.

He laughs, the sultry sound music to my ears. "I'll fuck you so hard you'll love me."

I gasp at comment, attempting to close my thighs but his hand is in the way. He tsks, moving my hair out of my face. His face is shadowed in the dim light, making me all too aware of the erotic atmosphere. He pushes me on the bed and, with barely any time in between, plunges two fingers into me. The pleasure swirls around my head, making me barely notice the way he smirks. His features are intently focused on what he's doing, a look of pure determination written across is face. 

He hits my g-spot and I almost scream. I clutch the sheets, trying to keep as quiet as possible so he won't get the satisfaction of seeing me scream his name for the second time. Unfortunately, he notices my angry struggle and adds another finger, curling his fingers and gaining better access. My breaths are shallow and it doesn't help the way Tom's looking right now. 

Proud.

That asshole.

A familiar knot coils up in my stomach and I pant, "I'm gonna-"

He pulls his finger out, admiring them for a few moments. He locks eyes with me and puts them in his mouth, sucking them dry. My heart leaps into my throat as he does this, sending a shiver through me. 

His smug look doesn't vanish as he takes his pants off, leaving him in his boxers. His boner is obvious, making me grin in a moment of arrogance. He tugs my shirt over my head and rips off my bra, not at all gentle. I move to his boxers, but he pushes me back down, connecting his lips to my collarbone. I, however, don't forget about his boxers and attempt to tug them down. He gives in and leads me in the process. 

My need to finish still follows me as he trails kisses down between my breasts. I grind up against him, and he catches the hint, aligning his dick with my entrance. I wait to feel more than the light touch but he doesn't. I squirm, a frustrated grown leaving my throat. He stares at me, his face full of delicate curiosity. 

"Not until you promise to go to the ball with me."

I make a poor effort to sit up and he easily pins me down. I clench my jaw, trying to hide my need for this to continue. He lowers his mouth to mine and attaches our lips. It starts as a feathery touch but progresses to so much more than that. The kiss remains considerate but masked by lust. It's different than any other kiss we've had. There's something more...

I pull away, saying the first thing I can think of. "I'll go. Fine, you win."

My ego will be forever broken, but the reward that comes after is so incredible I forget about that for a second. He pushes himself into me, moaning into ear. I arch into him as I adjust to his size. He begins to thrust, harder and faster than the first time. There's no patience for me this time, no words of encouragement. Just the sound of our heavy breath and my soon-to-be regret. The sensual feeling returns as his strokes become increasingly sloppy. 

"Tom, I'm-"

"Then cum for me, slut."

Those words are my undoing as my orgasm hits me. We ride it out for a little before Tom pulls out, finishing his problem up himself. He comes on my stomach but I'm too exhausted to care. He lies next to me but I don't look over, I know what smug look lies on his face.

"Sorry about the ball thing," he pants, "it was the only way."

I scowl, "doesn't mean I'll forgive you any faster."

I hear him turn towards me. He grabs my chin, turning my head to face him. His face is still gloriously perfect, other than is wild hair. He still manages to make that work though, sending flair of envy through me. He has a surprisingly warm smile on his face, different from what I saw when I first saw him today.

"You can stay here for a little, I have some business to attend to." He brushes my cheek with his thumb. "I truly am trying to protect you, princess."

He gets up putting his clothes. I sigh, watching his every movement until he's out the door without a second glance. His footsteps fade and I turn to the blurred window. Rain streaks the glass hiding me from a marvelous view outside.

"Liar," I mutter before I drift off to sleep.

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-Gray:)