Tom Riddle Imagines

Nightclub (2)

Y/N Y/LN

Once the curtains were closed, Tom took his seat once again, whilst I stood in the middle of the boys. I began by running my hands over my body, and swaying my hips in time to the music. I danced with purpose, my movements slow and seductive.

I could feel their gazes burning into me as I moved. I then walked over to Lestrange, and began to give him a lap dance. He was the most chaotic of Tom's...lapdogs, so satisfying him, would calm the others.

Lestrange had a massive grin on his face, as I slowly grinded on his lap, keeping in time with the music. He grabbed my hips, guiding them and let out a few groans in my ear.

The other boys watched eagerly, but when my eyes locked with Tom's, he seemed furious. I smirked at his jealousy, and sat into Lestrange's lap properly. I pulled his face towards me, ready to kiss him, but I was suddenly yanked off by none other than Tom.

My smirk grew wider, at his anger, and let out a proper laugh, when he kicked his 'knights' out the booth. "Well well. Seems someone is jealous eh?" I taunt, but Tom grabs me by the waist, pulling me into him.

"I'm possessive and I'm just about to make you mine, doll" Tom smirks, making my eyes widen in disbelief. The Tom Riddle, wants me as his? There's no way... Tom apparently senses my shock, letting out a chuckle.

"You're everything I'm looking for in a woman, Y/N. In fact, you were everything I wanted back in hogwarts, but I was starting to make a name for myself at the time, and wasn't available for relationships. Now I have quite the (growing) reputation in the wizarding world, so I have more free time on my hands. One thing I must say, my darling, is that these past few years have been good to you. You look positively stunning" he compliments, his silver tongue working to charm me.

I knew he was manipulating me, but honestly? I didn't give a shit. I wanted Tom. Needed him. "I'll be yours Tom, but on the condition that you give yourself to me in the same way that I give myself to you" I tell him.

He looks mildly annoyed by my condition, but agrees nevertheless. Before I can say anything else, he pulls me flush against him, crashing his lips onto mine. I let out a surprised moan, but then kiss him back, whilst opening my mouth for his tongue to push its way into my mouth and take over.

He groans into my mouth, making me smirk as I realise I have quite the effect on him, just like he has on me. I stop cupping his face with my hands, and lift them to his head, running my hair through his wavy locks. Tom groans louder as I tug on his hair, and slowly pulls back. After catching his breath for a few seconds, he begins kissing down my neck, determined to make me moan for him.

"Tom...let's go to my office. It's much more private, and I can give you whatever you want in there, with no disruption" I tell him, letting out soft moans in between. "Your office, hm? Lead the way then darling" he grins, as I straighten up a little, then lead him to my office, so we can carry on our little session.

A/N: hey guys, sorry this is a bit short. I'm gonna be honest, I'm getting a little bored of writing smut, so I'll likely stop for a while.