Smuts/One Shots

professor riddle ii. (tr)

"what did i tell you about getting into fights today?! you deliberately disobeyed every word i said!" tom stormed into his office where annabelle was waiting.

"he was talking shit and i was bored of hearing it." annabelle shrugged.

"he?! you fought a boy?! what's his name? i'll kill him!" tom grew angrier by the second.

the professors all knew about tom and his affections for annabelle. they knew he was the only one she'd listen to, so they sent her to him. mcgonagall and snape were the first to find out about their relationship, but never said anything. annabelle's grades had improved since being with tom, her behavior was better, and her attitude towards everyone was much nicer than before. whenever she got in trouble or was caught making bad decisions, she was immediately sent to tom's office. he dealt with her in his own way that none of the other professors ever questioned.

"i'm not telling you his name, professor." she spat.

"what did you just call me? are you asking for more punishment, ms jones?" tom's eyes darkened as he slowly walked towards her.

"you won't do shit. i'm fucking leaving. this is bullshit." annabelle stood, but tom took her wrist and spun her around to face him.

"i don't know where this little attitude came from, but it needs to go. you can either give me the name of the boy, or i can fuck you so hard that you won't even remember your own name." his voice was cold and hard, making annabelle squeeze her legs together.

tom smirked to himself and dragged the girl to his desk. he bent her over it and flipped up her skirt. he landed two hard smacks on her ass, earning a whine from the girl. she gripped the edge of his desk and bit her lip to prevent any sounds from escaping again. he slid two of his fingers in her heat, chuckling darkly at just how wet she was. she pushed herself back on his hand as if she was riding his fingers.

"oh, you little slut." tom leant his body over hers, whispering dirty things in her ear.

he pulled his fingers out. she whined at loss. he flipped her over so they were face to face. she saw the look he gave her and felt herself grow even more aroused. he backed a few steps away and sat in his desk chair. she climbed on the desk, sitting down with her legs spread, never breaking eye contact, and trailing her fingers down her body. tom cocked an eyebrow. she started fingering herself, throwing her head back in pleasure as she thumbed her clit. tom let this continue for a few seconds before rolling his chair towards her and yanked her hand away.

"i'm the only one allowed to give you pleasure. you ask me before touching yourself." tom wrapped a hand around her throat and slid off his pants with his free hand.

"you're gonna be my good girl, yea?" tom asked.

"maybe." annabelle smiled darkly.

tom huffed in annoyance and roughly shoved himself in her heat. she lied back on the desk and whined. riddle's pace was relentless, eliciting moans that he'd never heard from the girl before. he didn't even care the door wasn't locked, loving the rush of getting caught (even though he knew none of the other professors would ever come into his office without knocking). she felt herself getting closer to her release with every thrust. tom knew it too. 

"don't you dare cum, you little whore. be my good girl and wait." tom leaned down to whisper in her ear.

once he reached his high, annabelle moaned at the feeling. he kept thrusting as he ordered the girl to cum for him. she arched her back and let out a breathy moan as she hit her climax too. tom waited a minute before pulling out, giving her a second to calm down. annabelle tried to get off his desk, but the professor didn't let her. she just felt him fix her clothes then pulled her up into a sitting position. 

riddle fixed her tie and helped her put her robe back on. he kissed the girl's forehead and told her he loved her. she said back almost immediately. tom smiled slightly and helped her down. annabelle's knees gave out and she almost fell, until riddle picked her up bridal style and carried her over to his room. he placed her on the bed before going over to grab her some water. 

"you did very well, doll. i'm proud of you." tom praised as he got in bed with her.

"thank you, professor." she giggled.

"you keep saying that and i'll really make sure your legs won't work tomorrow." he smiled slightly.

"what happened today, love? why'd you get into that fight?" tom propped himself up against the headboard.

annabelle sighed and rolled over, facing away from him, and turned off her side lamp. she didn't want to talk about it. the boy she fought had tried to assault her. the girl knew if she came cleaned about what happened, tom would kill him in an instant. annabelle didn't want her favorite professor to go to azkaban over something she could easily take care of herself. tom placed a hand on her shoulder. he could tell it was bothering her, but he didn't ask again. she'd tell him when she was ready (or at least, he hoped she would). 

that next morning, annabelle was gone before tom woke up. he threw the duvet off himself and huffed in annoyance. usually, he had always been the one to wake up first, but he never left her there by herself in the mornings like that. after getting dressed and making sure his hair looked up to par, the professor headed down to the great hall to try and find his girl. to his surprise, annabelle wasn't there. tom took the empty seat at the professor's table and spoke with severus until dumbledore came in to announce that a body had just been found in the  girl's bathroom.

tom was the first to get up and rush out of the hall. once he made it to the bathroom, he saw it was a male student. riddle took a sigh of relief and thanked merlin that it wasn't annabelle. him and albus both cleaned up the body and contacted the parents as mcgonagall helped the students stay away from that bathroom. after the parents arrived at the grounds, tom left the headmaster to find annabelle. 

riddle called and texted the girl over and over. she never answered. he headed to the forbidden forest. she was always talking about how beautiful the forest was and how she'd wanted to explore it. tom warned her to never go there without him to protect her. after a few minutes of walking around, he couldn't see any sign of the girl anywhere. he tried her phone again, but got nothing. 

tom sighed in defeat and apparated into her dorm. to his surprise, all of her things were gone. the only thing left was a note addressed to him on her nightstand. after reading it, his heart dropped. he ran out of the room and into his little brother's. mattheo was hanging out with draco and theodore when. the younger riddle asked what was going on. tom handed him the note and started pacing. draco and theodore left after a few seconds, wanting to give them some privacy. mattheo knew about his brother's relationship with annabelle, and he was weirded out by it at first, but he came around.

lorenzo, theodore, draco, and blaise still didn't really know. they knew tom graduated a year before them and had been someone who was at hogwarts, but they didn't know if it was staff or student. mattheo offered to go to the place on the note but tom told him to stay there and make sure dumbledore knew what was going on. annabelle could be in real danger if what the note said was true. annabelle was taken to her parent's house in the middle of the night and they were threatening to keep her there forever. 

the girl told tom to find another girl to give his love to and make as happy as he made her. that was how he knew she was in danger - annabelle would never say something like that unless it had been life or death. the girl was very possessive over people, especially tom, and never liked the idea of him being with someone else.

"i'm not taking anyone with me. if i am not back within a week, inform the police and give them the address on this note." tom instructed.

his brother agreed. tom left and started getting some things together for his trip. annabelle would be coming back to hogwarts, even if it killed him. that he'd make sure of.