𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 (𝐌.𝐑)

{A/N} chapter written by hrt4riddle 

"The black one."

"You really think so?"

"Yes, you look hot as fuck in black."

A wide grin appears on your face as you turn around and walk towards him.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm."

There he is, Mattheo fucking Riddle.

Sitting on the red velvet couch, an arm draped behind it as he watches you try on various dresses.

He looks perfect, dressed in an all black suit with not a curl out of place.

"I have one more dress to try on." you say standing in-between his legs.

"Is it black?"

"Maybe." you lean down and place a kiss on his lips, "I need you to unzip me, Mr. riddle." you whisper against them.

You move your hair to the side and turn around.

His veiny hands brush your back slightly as he pulls the zip all the way down, revealing the strap of your lace bra.

He pushes the sleeves of the dress off your shoulders and it falls down, pooling at your feet.

You turn around, now left in your lace undergarments and step out of the dress.

You try to walk away to change but he pulls you back and you gently fall onto his lap.

"May I?" he whispers into your ear as his hands start to explore your stomach.

"Yes." you whisper back a knot now forming in your throat.

One hand stays in place at your stomach whilst the other starts to make its way lower and lower until it rests on your thighs.

He starts placing wet kisses up and down your neck, making you moan slightly.

The hand on your waist pushes you closer into him, now letting you feel his hard-on.

"We should really get back to dress shopping." you say as he starts to rub your breast through the thin material of your bra.

"Hmmm, not yet." he says sucking and biting your neck, your head instantly rolling back.

His hands keep roaming your body, sending a wave of pleasure through you as they do so.

"What are you thinking about, Princess." someone whispers into your ear.

You nearly jump out of your skin since they interrupted your dirty daydreaming.

You turn to the side to see Mattheo Riddle, the son of the dark lord and your potions partner, looking at you with a grin.

"Nothing." you mumble.

"That nothing had you pretty worked up."

"Fuck off Riddle." you seethe, mad that he broke you out of the trance you were in.

"Woah..if looks could kill I'd be a dead man." he says returning to his work.

A couple minutes later the professor dismisses the class.

You pick up all your belongings and leave the classroom as quickly as you can, embarrassed about what happened.

It's not like anyone would know, but daydreaming about the guy you're meant to hate isn't good.

You keep walking to your next class when someone pulls you into an empty classroom.

"What the fu-"

"Why don't we finish off that little dream you were having eh?"

OH FUCK-