Ophelia ━━ tom riddle ✓

001. | back arched like a cat

          Tom ripped Ophelia's plain polka-dotted panties to the ground of his office and quickly attached his soft lips to her neck. He was leaving a trail of love bites and bruises on her neck.

         Her back arched like a cat and Ophelia's nails dug deep into the mahogany desk she was on top of. She cried out in pleasure when she felt his fingers tease her entrance. Tiny jolts of excitement coursed through her veins as he rubbed her clit. "Such a naughty girl," Tom whispered, biting her ear.

         A small moan fell from her lips as she felt something much bigger, running up and down her folds. Ophelia basked in the sensation of Tom entering her and pumping in and out, picking up his speed with each thrust. Her head fell back and her mouth was ajar, tiny cries echoed around the office as Tom rammed in and out of her. His hand found its way to her neck and he began to squeeze. It was a glorious feeling having Tom Riddle, deep inside of her. Her walls clenched around his cock and god, she could feel herself ⎯ "OPHELIA!"

          Ophelia woke with a jolt and a wet patch between her legs, she could not stop thinking about that day. It was torture. Ophelia was convinced, for, it was not the memories of that day causing her misery, but the aftermath. He had left her, alone, without another word. No words were exchanged the next day in class, nor when she left for winter break. It was like she didn't even exist to him.

Tom Riddle's silence was unbearable.

       "Ophelia, what are you still doing in bed? You need to get ready, now, we have much shopping to do," Ophelia's mother said after barging into her room.

        Ophelia stood up on wobbly legs and ran a hand through her hair with only one thought going through her head: where was Tom Riddle?   

         Despite being members of the pureblood community, the Laurents were nothing more than outcasts. Ophelia's family was treated either like scum or received forced smiles from the other pureblooded families. Why? Well, Ophelia's family was not as headstrong about pureblood supremacy as the rest of the families were. Usually, Ophelia was able to ignore the awful ridicule her family faced but moments like the one she was in now, were unavoidable. 

        Abraxas Malfoy was beautiful. With hair as white as snow and a face carved to perfection. The only thing that threw Ophelia off about her cousin, was his nasty mouth. 

     "Little cousin," Abraxas leaned against the mahogany bookshelf with a wicked grin. 

     "Abraxas," Ophelia replied timidly as she ignored eye contact with him, hoping he would continue his shopping in diagon alley elsewhere. But, nothing ever goes her way. 

    "How is Hogwarts treating you? I hear they're letting more mudbloods in every year, is it true?" Abraxas began to trail after her. 

    "You shouldn't be so cruel," Ophelia muttered and continued to ignore him. 

    "My cruelty is what I favor most about myself, little cousin," he let out a small chuckle and stepped away from her. "Since you're clearly too enamored by books, I suppose we'll have to make better conversation over dinner tonight," Abraxas announced and began to leave but was quickly stopped by Ophelia. 

   "I'm not having dinner with you?" Ophelia called out with confusion in her tone. 

    "Well of course you are, your dear mother just agreed to it! I'm sure you'll have a great time, my friend, Tom, will be joining us too," Abraxas waved his hand tauntingly and left Ophelia with a head, spinning.