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Tom Riddle

Riddle me this lmao, sorry

A harsh gust of wind hits you, rain soaking your clothes as you scramble into the school that's vacant due to the late hours. You wonder if the anyone saw you, and just didn't want to help, though they would be warm and not drenched by rain, unlike you. You sigh in relief as you begin to roam the halls, hugging yourself to warm up. Your drenched clothes clinging to your body as your wet hair sticks to your face. The only light is the soft swaying of yellow beams eliminating from the torching hung on the hallways walls of hogwarts, from the dim light you hear a voice.

"You're not supposed to be in here at this time."

Tom's voice rings out, sending a chill down your spine. He is doing his midnight patrol.

You spin around, instantly recognizing the owner of that cold yet seductive voice. Tom Riddle stands there in his usual impeccable attire, looking like a sinister prince striding towards you with an ominous smile plastered on his handsome features. His presence radiates danger and power mixed together, making every fiber of your being tremble with both fear and desire.

"Y-You... I mean, sir," you manage to choke out, "I'm just trying to find my way back to my dormitory." Your words sound weak and vulnerable under his intense stare.

"That's quite alright, dear," he says casually, his eyes roaming over your drenched form hungrily. "A storm like this can be rather disorienting." He extends a hand out towards you, palm upwards invitingly. "Allow me to escort you back safely, won't I?"

You hesitate for a moment before accepting his offer reluctantly, placing your trembling hand into his ice-cold grasp. The contact sends electric shockwaves coursing through your body, igniting warmth within despite the freezing rain outside. Slowly, they begin walking together down the empty corridor, their footsteps echoing eerily against the stone walls.

"So tell me, Miss... erm..." He trails off, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "Y/n" You force yourself to say, trying hard not to squirm under his intense gaze.

"Y/n," you confirm, hoping he would let go of your hand soon. Instead, he tightens his grip ever so slightly, sending another jolt of electricity through your entire being.

"Well, Y/n, it's a pleasure to finally meet someone as captivating as yourself." He leans closer, his breath hot against your neck as he speaks. "You know, I've been watching you around school... observing how you manage to escape my clutches like the clever little fox that you are." His tone takes on a playful edge, almost teasing. "But tell me, why do you keep running away from me?"

You swallow hard, trying to steady your racing heartbeat. "I... I just... don't want any trouble," you stutter nervously, avoiding eye contact.

"Trouble? But isn't that precisely why you found yourself right here with me?" He chuckles softly, his teeth glinting in the dim light. "Besides, I assure you, there is no one else in this world who can provide you with the kind of pleasure and fulfillment I promise." His hand moves slowly downwards along your arm, tracing gentle circles on your skin before reaching for your wrist, pulling you closer so their bodies press against each other intimately.

You gasp involuntarily as he pulls you closer, feeling his hardened member press against your wet panties. "Y-You're... so cold..." you mutter out, unable to tear your eyes away from his piercing gaze.

"That's because I am the very embodiment of darkness and ice itself," he purrs, leaning in closer until his lips brush against your earlobe. "But don't worry, Y/n, I can melt even the most frozen hearts." With a sudden burst of speed, Tom yanks you forcefully into an empty classroom, slamming the door shut behind them with a loud thud. He pushes you against the wooden table, pinning you down with his powerful frame while his hands roam freely over your body, caressing every inch of exposed skin.

"N-No! Let me go!" you cry out, struggling futilely as he pins you down. His hands trail up your thighs, skimming over your wet panties before reaching for the zipper of your soaked uniform jacket.

"Don't fight it, Y/n," he growls lowly, his breath hot against your neck. "You know you want this." He pulls down your jacket, exposing your lacy bra and matching underwear set underneath. "And I can tell just exactly how much you need this." With a sinister grin, he reaches for your shirt buttons, undoing them with lightning speed. As soon as they are all undone, he yanks your top off, revealing your naked torso covered in goosebumps from the cold and rain.

Y/n's breath hitches as he bares her chest to his hungry gaze, taking in every curve and contour of her young body. "You are absolutely exquisite," he murmurs, leaning down to nibble on your collarbone before moving lower, trailing kisses across your cleavage. His tongue teases the sensitive skin between cups of your bra, causing goosebumps to rise along your arms as well.

"Y-Yes... Tom..." you whimper, unable to resist him any longer.

A satisfied hum escapes his lips as he feels her surrender. With practiced ease, Tom reaches behind him and retrieves a small vial from his pocket, uncorking it to release its potent contents. He moves closer, placing the liquid on your tongue before pressing his own against yours forcefully, forcing entry. The taste is bitter but strangely addictive; within seconds, you feel yourself becoming lighter than air, floating effortlessly in his grasp. "Open your legs for me, Y/n," he commands sternly, his voice laced with desire.

Y/n's body responds to his command, instinctively spreading her legs wider apart for him. Tom takes advantage of this opportunity, slipping off his own trousers and briefs in one swift motion, revealing his impressive member springing free from the confines of his underwear. He positions himself between your spread thighs, rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance teasingly. "Do you want this?" he asks, his eyes burning with hunger.

"Yes... please," she begs, her voice trembling with need.

Tom finally gives in to her pleas, pushing inside of you slowly but firmly. A sharp cry escapes your lips as he stretches you wide open, filling every inch of your tight, virgin passage. His thrusts become faster and harder, claiming you as his own. The coolness of the air around you contrasts sharply with the intense heat radiating from where they connect, sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through your entire being. Your moans turn into whimpers of ecstasy as he pounds into you relentlessly, taking what he believes is rightfully his.

After several minutes of this brutal yet achingly delicious violation, Tom finally reaches his climax, groaning deeply as he spills his seed inside you. Breathing heavily, he pulls out slowly, leaving you feeling both empty and fulfilled at the same time. "That was... perfect," he says, wiping away a smear of sweat from your forehead with his thumb. "I knew I wasn't wrong about you, Y/n."

Before you can comprehend what has just happened, he suddenly disappears into thin air, leaving you alone in the messy classroom, clothes strewn everywhere and your body aching in various places. As reality starts to seep back in, panic sets in; what just happened? Who is Tom Riddle? What did he do to me?

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Kinda cringe, if you want different one just ask, hope you enjoyed it though :)