Forbidden Desires: Slytherin Love Stories

Falling for the Enemy - Tom Riddle

You wipe your tired eyes, fighting to stay awake. Classes begin again tomorrow, so you should certainly be fast asleep by now. You put down your book and quietly step out of bed onto the cold marble floor below. Not wanting to wake the rest of the 6th year Slytherin girls, you slowly creep down the hallway, toward the common room. Focused on remaining quiet, you don't notice the pair of eyes watching you from the dark. You cast a spell under your breath, sending flames into the fireplace. While turning your back to the fire, you come face to face with the last person you'd hoped to find out here at this hour.

Tom: "Shouldn't you be asleep?"
Y/n: "Shouldn't you?"
Tom: "I suppose, though I'd rather be here with you. Can't have you wondering around on your own now, can we?"
Y/n: "Well I'll just be off back to bed then"
Tom: "Not so fast y/n, I want to talk to you"

You sigh, knowing it would be too late to make a run for it. When Tom wants something, he gets it. You roll your eyes, slumping down onto the black leather couch nearest you. Tom sits annoyingly close.

Y/n: "What in merlin's name do you want Tom?"
Tom: "Tell me why you ignore me"
Y/n: "What?"
Tom: "You heard me"
Y/n: "Tom I don't ignore you, I just didn't think we were really friends"
Tom: "Your best friend is my brother, you see me all time, yet you always act like I don't exist"
Y/n: "Why does it even matter? you've always seemed to hate me"
Tom: "You annoy me yes, but I've never hated you"
Y/n: "I see, and why do I annoy you?"
Tom: "Because of the weird things you do to my head, it's infuriating"

You sat there staring at him, trying to form a sentence, but failing to get the words out. Weird things? what weird things? is he really so affected by your presence? His usual look of arrogance and pride was missing, something he constantly wore on his face. Instead, he looked confused and his eyes were transfixed on your face. He looked most handsome this way, his dark curls a mess on his head, his pale skin illuminated by the fire, and his piercing eyes begging for a response. You'd be lying if you said you'd never thought about spending a night with him, letting the fantasy play out in your head and your hands wonder your deprived body in the night. You scolded yourself as soon as the thought had crossed your mind, no, absolutely not. Your only true friend in this world was his sworn enemy. Matty had warned you never to trust a word that came from Tom's mouth, advice you'd always abided by. But oh was it tempting.

Tom: "Oh come on, you know exactly what I'm talking about"
Y/n: "No Tom stop it, I really should be getting back to bed now"
Tom: "y/n look at me, stop avoiding my eyes"

Wanting to melt into the furniture, you slowly turn your head to meet his gaze. Fuck..
You had no clue who had leaned in first, but all of a sudden his tounge was down your throat and his hands were gripping your hair, pulling you backwards. His body was pressed up against your chest and your nails were digging into his back. Merlin this felt good, but so so bad at the same time. After letting a moan escape your lips, his fingers began playing with the strings of your pyjama shorts, tugging them loose and slipping his fingers into you. Fuckkkk. His hand shot up to your mouth to stifle your next moan. You run your hands down his chest, down towards his growing crotch. He groans as you gently squeeze the bulge in his pants. Fuck it feels huge.

Tom: "I need all of you y/n"
Y/n: "You can have me"
Tom: "Good girl"

Your eyes widen at his bold choice of words and sink deeper into the feeling of pure bliss. When he finally enters you, your nails dig deeper into his skin and you try desperately to contain your screams. He pulls your body on top of his, sitting you on his waist with your thighs either side of him. Your bodies move in rhythm, guiding you closer to a release. You've never felt closer to someone in your entire life. He's so gentle with the way he holds you, yet rough at the same time. His hands grip your hips tightly, forcing you up and down, faster and faster. His face is buried in your neck, leaving pretty red marks where his lips had been. Without warning, he picks you up and throws you face down on the couch. He grabs your hips from behind and thrusts himself into you again. It feels so good you stop caring about what Matt's reaction might be if he were to find out. Your eyes roll back, stifling another scream as Tom pounds you harder.

Y/n: "Fuck Tom I'm gonna-"
Tom: "Not yet, hold on a little longer"
Y/n: "F-fuck you feel so fucking good"

He pulls you up close to his chest, hands around your neck. He whispers in your ear,

Tom: "Just wait one more minute darling"

The blissful feeling grows until you can't take it anymore. The knot in your stomach suddenly releases just as he finishes inside you. You collapse in each others arms, panting for breath. You lay on his chest and he rests his chin on your head, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

Tom: "Every inch of you belongs to me now"

You can't help but smile, your fantasies had become a reality and surprisingly, you couldn't be happier. There was something about this forbidden love that felt so intoxicating.