tom riddle imagines

2: truth or dare? (c.c.)

imagine:
you and tom riddle's gang plays a game of truth or dare and tom riddle is forced to join by his friends

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"who's turn is it now?" you asked after having a good laugh at Avery's answer. Lestrange, Avery and you were relaxing in the hall, playing a calm game of truth or dare.

"yours," lestrange smirked, as wild questions raced through his head. You knew for a fact he was going to ask you something dirty or anything that involved your love life, and all you could do was either lie about it-only if he didn't put the truth spell on you- or hope for the best.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted Tom entering the vast room, juggling a tower of books as he tried his hardest to not tumble them down or look like a fool at that point. Avery, with a wild smile, called Tom Riddle over to join us.

You and Tom Riddle were never that close. In fact, you've never spoken to him-though you've tried, at times- and he intended to keep it that way as you were nothing useful to him. Though not being friends with Riddle, you were pretty close to his friends.

"Riddle, you're here!" Lestrange smiled, "why do you have a shit ton of books?"

"Right..." Tom gazed at his books, realising how much he had borrowed from the library, "they're for research."

"Sure, they are," Avery chuckled, "so do you wanna play a game of truth or dare?"

"I've got some time to spare so... sure," he shrugged, arranging his books to the corner of the table so he could have more space for his hands. Tom chewed his lips as he gazed at his friends and an unfamiliar girl he'd never pay attention to. He didn't care, anyway.

"So.. truth or dare, Tom?" Avery asked.

He sat there speechless for a while, contemplating on which to choose. Tom was quite the analytical guy-he seemed to overthink things through and forget to have fun sometimes.

"Truth," he finally said, after a minute of overthinking.

"Finally," Lestrange chuckled, finding amusement in Tom's formal behaviour, which Tom didn't like.

"Who would you... you know... in this school?" Avery smirked as Lestrange tried his hardest to hold in his laugh.

"What do you- oh, make love to?" Tom asked.

"Well, yea."

All you could do was sit back and watch these boys turn their attention to Tom Riddle. You always became closed off whenever he was around; maybe it was because of the intimidating vibe you seemed to feel uncomfortable around. Or maybe because you felt awfully awkward around him, considering the amount of times you've tried talking to him, but only to receive either a glare or a short answer with an emotionless reaction.

"So... your turn, Y/N," Avery said, as everyone faced you.

But your eyes could only land on Tom Riddle's blue orbs.

"Yes?" your lips curled into a smile as you quickly turned to Avery, who seemed to be awfully eagered to ask you a question.

"Truth or dare?" he uttered once more, a little annoyed at your absence of attention. You felt a tingle all over you, as if you were being stared at intensely. You could feel Tom Riddle's gaze burning through your skin, but all you could do was face Avery.

"Truth," you replied. A small smile crept up on Avery's face as he let out a satisfied, amused sigh.

"Be honest-would you, or would you not, smash Riddle?" he snickered.

Tom Riddle couldn't help but smile in amusement, awaiting for your reply. He might not care about the times you've tried to befriend him, but he did notice you at times when you were completely distracted or focused in class-which made him quite turned on.

You stuttered, letting out an awkward laugh as your hands crept up to the back of your neck. "God, of course not.."

"Really, now?" Avery smirked as he raised an eyebrow, "if I casted the truth spell on you, would your answer remain the same?"

Fuck no, you thought. You could admit to yourself that you've felt feelings for Tom-nothing romantic, but at times you wished he'd rail the living hell out of you. There was no denying it; you were sexually attracted to him.

"Would it?" Lestrange asked, pointing your arm as he dragged you out of deep thoughts.

"Yes, it would, but there's no way in hell you're gonna cast the spell on me," you answered, rolling your eyes at the giggling boys. Tom watched your every move: the way your pupils dilated at the question, the times you've gone into deep thought, the way you'd cross your legs and bit the insides of your cheeks when you made eye contact with him. He knew for a fact you did want to do the deed with him, but he also knew you would never admit it, like the submissive girl you are. And it fucking turned him on.

The awkwardness and the tension between the tall, slender man and you made you feel overwhelmed-and horny-to the point where you've forgotten how to breathe. Quickly, you packed your things and shoved them into your leather, worn out bag as Lestrange and Avery watched you in confusion.

"Sorry, I've got to go," you sighed, giving them a pitiful pout as you hung your bag over your shoulders. "I've got a shit ton of homework, I really wish I could stay though."

Before they could even say their goodbyes, you made your way back to your dorm. As you walked through the cold, dark, narrow hallways filled pictures staring at your every move, you couldn't help but think about Tom. The guy who never cared. The guy with such short attention span that it irritated you. Every step you took, you felt yourself fall deeper into thought. Eventually, you buried under your excessive, endless thoughts and overwhelming emotions.

Finally, you had reached your room. You couldn't care less about anyone the moment you entered your common room, and that applied to Tom Riddle, who seemed to arrive earlier than you did. You tossed your bags across the room as you threw yourself onto your bed, sighing in relief and satisfaction.

"Been a while, bed," you smiled, burying your face in your fluffy, green blanket when suddenly, your door flew open.

You rolled yourself over your bed to see Tom Riddle leaning on your door frame, smirking as he slowly loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt.

"Truth or dare, Y/N?" he muttered seductively, this low voice sending shivers down your spine.

"How about... dare?" you smiled.
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