𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 • 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

you and selected boy
being stuck in a room together...
AS ENEMIES...

• 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 •

"7 minutes in heaven, guys! Gather around!" Draco yelled and I took one last shot before gathering in a circle with everyone else.

The shot of fireball went down my throat with a painful burn. A very familiar burn, one that only dug up the wound of trying to forget Tom.

Enemy, Y/n. Hatred. You hate him, remember?

But, I couldn't help be so attracted to him. And, just my luck, he was at this party too and was also gathered around with the rest of the crowd.

I sat on the couch, still in the circle of people. After about a minute, the couch dipped and I looked away from the friend I was chatting to, and to my side.

Tom. Looking good as ever in an all black fit. I tried not to stare but I couldn't help but realise how his biceps flexed in his black shirt.

I crossed my lips, gulping as I hid the arousal that appeared after just looking at Riddle.

"Y/n, you spin!" Draco said, taking a sip out of his red solo cup.

I smirked, spinning the bottle. And I literally started contemplating my whole life when the bottle landed on Tom. It was like the universe was trying to torture me.

"No... I wanna spin again." I say, but Draco tuts.

"No can do, sweetheart. Now go."

Tom gets up first and Pansy wolf whistles. I roll my eyes and get into the storage closet behind him.

"Should've just not spun if there was a chance this would happen." Tom spits and I scoff.

"I'll so whatever the hell I want. Just my luck that I'm stuck with a fucling barstard."

"Watch that mouth, sweet thing."

"Don't call me that." I cross my arms and his eyes dip to my cleavage for a second.

"I'll call you what I want." He murmers.

Suddenly, our breaths seem to get deeper and our eyes lock, the storage closet seeming to get smaller.

"I..." I don't know what to say.

"Shhhh..." He tucks a peice of hair behind me ear and I don't even resist when he leans in closer to me.

He kisses me.

I end up with my back flat on the wall and my chest pressed up against his as our tounges dance.

I whimper when I feel him lift my legs up to wrap around his torso. "Tom..."

I feel his boner and damn. What have I gotten myself into?

"You reckon I could make you finish in these last 4 minutes? Bet I could. You're so wet."

I gasp when I feel his hand sneak under my dress. "Riddle, I-"

"Tom." He corrects and my mind is too hazy to respond. He starts rubbing my clit and it feels so good.

"I... Tom, I..." I'm gonna cum. All over hia fingers.

"2 more minutes left guys!" Pansy yells and I tighten around him.

"Maybe another time, darling." All the pleasure is ripped away from me when he removes his hand.