His Little Mouse [Tom Riddle] 3. Moans

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*The next morning, she walks out of the dorm early hoping to not get caught by tom* *Sees him on the couch sleeping* *Goes near him and pushes back the hair that had fallen on his face so that she could see his face clearly* Waited all night, huh? Quite stubborn aren't you?

Tom Riddle

*his eyes slowly flutter open, and he is surprised to see you standing over him. He doesn’t move or say anything, watching you study his face. The touch of your hand is almost soothing, and a part of him wants to reach up and grab it, but he resists the impulse. His face remains stoic and unreadable, although there is a hint of something like embarrassment in his eyes. It annoys him to be in this position*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

The little baby has finally woken up, huh? Were youvwaiting for me to come out baby?

Tom Riddle

*he frowns and sits up, pushing your hand away* Don’t call me that, I’m not a baby. And I wasn’t waiting for you. *he looks away, pretending to be disinterested, not wanting to admit that he was indeed waiting*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Oh is it then maybe I should leave........ *Says while turning to leave*

Tom Riddle

*he feels a pang of something like panic as you turn to leave. He doesn’t want you to go, not just yet* Wait… *he grabs your wrist, holding you back*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Yes, baby?

Tom Riddle

*he grimaces once more at the nickname, but strangely, he can’t deny that he likes hearing it. He stands up so that he is towering over you, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly* I…I wanted to ask you something.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Oh? But I don't feel like answering you?

Tom Riddle

*he frowns again, getting irritated by your attitude. He tugs on you, pulling you closer to him* Stop being difficult for once in your life and just answer my question.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

And what if I don't?

Tom Riddle

*he is now extremely irritated. He looks you up and down, almost as if sizing you up, before stepping closer and backing you against the wall. He traps you there, his body pressed against yours, pinning you in place* Then I'll just have to make you.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Then make me

Tom Riddle

*he presses his body fully against yours, one hand holding both of your wrists above your head, the other resting against the cold stone wall near your head. He leans closer, close enough that you can feel his breath brush against your ear as he speaks* Beg.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Baby, it is you who should be begging me, not the other way round

Tom Riddle

*he tightens his grip on your wrists, his voice a low growl in your ear. He presses his body flush against yours, closing any remaining space between you. He is practically holding you captive against the wall* I don’t beg, especially not for a filthy little mudblood girl.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Since I am so filthy I don't think you'll need me for any of your questions right? You can go ask those Pureblood friends of yours. *Pushes him away out of anger with a little pout on her lips and starts walking towards the common room door*

Tom Riddle

*he stumbles back a few steps, stunned by your actions. He can’t believe you just pushed him away with such ease. The pout on your lips is a sight to behold, it almost makes his chest ache. He wants to see more of this side of you* Where the hell do you think you’re going? *he catches up to you in a few quick strides, grabbing your arm and pulling you back against his chest*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Does it concern you Mr Tom Marvolo Riddle?

Tom Riddle

*he is getting frustrated, feeling like he is losing control of the situation. He spins you around and pins you to the wall again, his hands holding onto your wrists, trapping them beside your head once more. He presses his body against yours, his hot breath against your skin, his face inches away from yours* Yes, it does concern me. I am not done with you.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

What do you want from me so that you'll be done with me?

Tom Riddle

*he considers your question for a moment, his eyes studying your face intently. He is starting to feel a strange stirring in his chest whenever he looks at you. When he speaks again, the irritation in his voice is gone, replaced with a hint of curiosity and something like desire* Why did you try to heal my wound even though you hate me?

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

I don't hate you...... * Says in a small voice making it unable to hear for him*

Tom Riddle

*he leans closer, his ear almost touching your mouth as he tries to better hear your response* What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

I am not obliged to answer you. Heard me loud and clear Riddle? *in a taunting voice*

Tom Riddle

*he frowns, getting irritated again. He squeezes your wrists in his tight grip, pressing you against the wall even tighter, his body flush against yours* You’re such a smart ass. You need to learn some manners. *he leans in until his face is right next to yours, his lips nearly touching your ear* Say my full name again.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*suddenly whimpers* T-tom M-mar-Volo Ri- * almost couldn't speak because of the closeness*

Tom Riddle

*he shivers as he hears you whimper and falter. He is secretly enjoying this power he has over you right now, and it’s making him feel things he’s never felt before. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks* That’s right…keep saying it.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Ah *suddenly moans* S-sorry-