Tom Riddle Imagines

My Muggle pt 3

Y/N Y/LN

After we arrive at the manor, the boys all gasp in awe as they take in the decor and the house's features. "Right, gentlemen you are dismissed. Leah, feel free to give the wizards a tour. If they try anything, put a bullet between their eyes" I tell the redhead, as she guides all of Tom's men away, while I lead Tom to the sitting room. 

After offering him a seat, and pouring us both a glass of whisky, he speaks. "It's quite the space you've got here, darling. Especially for a muggle" he adds. "You're clearly still incapable of socialising well. Can't even compliment a woman as she deserves" I retort. "Anyways on with what I wanted in return for offering you protection and hiding you" I continue, before he has the chance to speak. 

"And what do you want?" he asks, sipping his whisky. "You" I answer, smirking when he chokes on his whisky. "What?" he mutters. "I want you, Tom. Despite our...past differences, I must say, you are quite...how shall I put this? Desirable. Yes, that's the word" I grin, while he still seems confused.

"Alright, I'll simplify it even more. I want you to fuck me. There. Is that clear enough for you, Tom?" I ask with a huff. A smirk grows on Tom's face as he finally processes what I want from him. "And why should I let a filthy Muggle like you come anywhere near me?" he asks, with a chuckle. 

"Excuse you Riddle?" I glare at him. "You heard me darling, why should I let a filthy muggle like you touch me at all?" he repeats. "I'm allowing you to stay in my house, so you are protected and hidden just like you asked. Yet here you are disrespecting me. You should know that I've changed Tom. I'm no longer the pushover that I used to be"  I tell him. 

"And what will you do Y/LN? After all, you're just a muggle, and I'm a wizard" he retorts arrogantly. Without another moment's hesitation, I whip my gun out, and shoot him in the leg, before standing from my armchair. He groans in pain, as blood pours out of the wound. "You know, I'm getting really sick of you calling me like that, acting like you're superior to me" I tell him, my voice calm, as I stalk over.

"You act so high and mighty, yet you the 'all powerful wizard' couldn't even deflect a bullet. Pathetic. But that's not all. I've done my research on you. Even in the wizarding world, you were nothing but a filthy, orphaned half-blood, until you discovered you were the heir of Slytherin" I laugh mockingly as I walk around his armchair. 

I pull the blade from my thigh holster, and hold it to his neck, pressing it into his skin. "Now are you going to behave, or will I decorate my ornate floors with your blood?" I threaten. He chuckles, raising his hand and flicking his wrist, so that I am thrown back away from him. I groan, as I collide with the hard floor, as he stands up from the armchair he was seated on, rounding it and coming over to me. He flicks his wrist again, healing the bullet wound on his leg.

He picks me up off the floor and slams me up against the wall, his hand wrapped tightly round my throat. "I am superior to you, in every way. You'd do well to remember that" he warns, then pulls me into a searing kiss. I moan against his mouth, despite myself making him chuckle. He takes advantage, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I moan louder, raise my hands to his curly hair and tug on it, as he dominates my mouth. 

After a few minutes, he lets go of my throat and pulls away. "Since you're desperate to be my little whore, and I, admittedly am somewhat aroused right now, I will grant your wish. But bare in mind, I will not be gentle. I will not 'make love' to you and I won't sit and take care of you afterwards. I'll fuck you, focusing on my pleasure. When I'm done, I'll retire to a guestroom" he explains. "Whatever, let's just do this" I mutter, leading him out of the room and upstairs.

A/n: I'll leave the rest to your imagination, I'm too lazy to write detailed smut