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tom riddle: random moments while you're dating them

you find yourself resting on his lap, your head nestled against his warm chest. you feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the rise and fall of his breath, sending a shiver down your spine.

"tom," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "i want to sin every time i'm with you. i want to give in to temptation and lose myself in your embrace."

his eyes darken at your words. "do you now?" he murmurs, his voice low and velvety. he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your skin. "and what kind of sins do you have in mind, my dear?"

your heart races at his touch, and you shiver at the sinful promise in his voice. taking a deep breath, you gather your courage. "i want to taste your lips," you whisper, locking eyes with him. "i want to feel your skin against mine, to lose myself in you."

he pulls you closer, his hands gripping your waist. "you tempt me so, my darling," he says, his voice thick with desire. "but do you really think you can handle the consequences of such sin?"

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you look up at him, your eyes searching his. "why do you desire me?" you muse, your fingers tracing a lazy path along his chest.

he laughs softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. he reaches out, taking your hand in his and tangling your fingers together. why does he desire you?

"my dear," he murmurs, lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, "you cannot possibly doubt the extent of my desire for you. everything in me hungers for you, your touch, your scent, your very being. you have bewitched me, completely and utterly."

as he looks down at you, his thoughts are consumed by an overwhelming and contradictory mix of emotions. he desires you, oh how he desires you, but he also desires to destroy you. he craves your surrender, your complete submission to his will. you are like a delicate flower, beautiful and fragile, and he yearns to tear you apart petal by petal. he wants to consume you, to see you shattered and ruined.

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as your lips brush against his, he is powerless to resist. he deepens the kiss, pulling you closer, his hands tangling in your hair.

when you pull away, gasping for air, he is left reeling.

he can't help but notice how you taste. you taste like every dark thought he's ever had, every secret desire he's ever kept hidden. you taste like a drug, and he's already addicted to the sensation.

he looks at you, his eyes dark and dilated. he reaches out, tracing your lips with his thumb. "you taste like sin," he says, his voice rough. "and somehow, you are even more delicious than i imagined."

he pulls you closer, his lips finding your neck and trailing a path down to your collarbone. he nips at your skin, leaving little marks that would surely bruise. "i could devour you whole," he murmurs between kisses. "and yet, i can't get enough of you."

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as you cry in front of him, tears streaming down your face, he finds himself lost in the sight of you.

he takes in the way your eyes are glassy, tears staining your cheeks, the way your lips quiver and your breath hitches. he can't help but think, how lovely, how utterly beautiful you look like this, with your pretty, melancholy expression and those feverish eyes.

his heart is torn between the desire to comfort you and the darker desire to keep you in this state. he wants to savor the sight of you, broken and crying. he wants to be the one to cause that look on your face. "why do you cry?" he asks, his voice a dark, velvety murmur.

he reaches out, his fingers tangling in your hair as his other hand brushes away a tear with his thumb, his touch gentle and yet possessive. "i wonder, does your pain taste as sweet as the rest of you?"

you make a very lovely sight for him, and he wonders just how much prettier you'd be if he were the one causing your tears.

he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "the way you cry, so beautifully ruined, it's almost enough to make a man believe in divinity. almost."