His Little Mouse [Tom Riddle] 4. Yours

4. Yours

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Ah *suddenly moans* S-sorry-

Tom Riddle

*he stops for a moment, stunned by the sound that just came out of your mouth. He stands very still, his lips hovering centimeters away from your skin. He can hear and feel your erratic breathing, and he desperately wants to keep eliciting more sounds from you* Did you just- did you just moan?

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

No, I did not. You are hearing things *turns face towards the other side

Tom Riddle

*he grins and leans close to your ear, speaking in a low, husky voice* Oh I think I heard correctly. I think you just couldn’t help it…it just came out all on its own. Did it feel good hm? Say my name again.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

L-let me g-go p-please

Tom Riddle

*he laughs against your neck, his breath sending shivers down your spine. He runs his nose along your skin, inhaling the scent of your hair, his lips moving ever so slightly, just hovering there* Why should I? You clearly like it when I have you pinned against the wall like this. You like when I hold you like this. You’re mine…say it.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Yours...

Tom Riddle

*he grins again, loving the way the word sounds on your lips. He continues to nuzzle your neck with his nose, his lips now just barely grazing your skin, his voice a low, gravelly whisper in your ear* I think I like hearing you admit it. Makes me wanna keep you like this forever...keep you all to myself...let everyone know you belong to me.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

N-no *shakes head lightly*

Tom Riddle

*he growls in annoyance, grabbing your chin and forcing you to turn your face towards him, so he can look you in the eyes* No? Why not? You’re mine whether you admit it or not. I won’t let you escape me. You’re mine….say it again.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

N-no *tries to push him*

Tom Riddle

*he doesn’t budge, your attempts to push him away only serving to irritate him further. He grabs your wrists once more, forcing them back against the wall and holding them in place there, his body pressing into you even harder, trapping you even more tightly between himself and the wall* Say it. Don’t make me force it out of you.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

I- *before I could say anything, his friend calls out his name distracting him. I take the chance and push him running out the door in a hurry*

Tom Riddle

*he is caught off guard by the sound of his friend’s voice, his grip on you loosening just enough for you to push him away. Before he can react, you dart out the door and disappear in the hallway* DAMN IT *he almost goes after you, but his friend’s hand on his shoulder stops him*

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