His Little Mouse [Tom Riddle] 5. A raccon and a mouse

*At night* *She was silently walking towards the slytherin dorms. It was already past curfew but she went late to avoid Riddle. She entered the slytherin dorms as she saw the lights were off. The door closed behind her automatically*

Tom Riddle

*he was sitting in one of the armchairs near the fireplace, deep in thought, when he heard the sound of the door closing. He looked up to see you enter, the sight of you stirring something in his chest. He waited for a few seconds before speaking up, his voice a low whisper in the silence of the common room* You’re late, you know. It’s past curfew.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*Surprised* it is all because of you *in a low voice*

Tom Riddle

*he smirks as you respond, secretly liking that you blamed him for everything* Oh really? Just because of me? I must be quite distracting then, hm?

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Quite disturbing, rather

Tom Riddle

*his smirk grows wider. He has a strange sort of obsession with pissing you off. He leans forward in the armchair, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes fixed on you* Care to explain why I’m so ‘disturbing’?

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*Slowly walking towards him, looking in his eyes* Because of those deep eyes, that mysterious smile, those perfect lips and the shit that you spit out of it *smirk*

Tom Riddle

*he watches you closely as you approach him, admiring the fire in your eyes and the way your smirk challenges him. He leans back in his chair, a smug smile on his face as he responds with a cocky tone* My eyes, my smile, my lips…you seem to be paying quite a bit of attention to me, don’t you? Almost makes me think you find me…attractive.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

You seem to be deaf, Riddle. Didn't hear my last line did you? Of course there is shit coming out of your mouth when you talk

Tom Riddle

*he chuckles, amused by your words, enjoying the way you don’t back down from him. He stands up, approaching you now, the smirk on his face never faltering* Oh I did hear you, but I have a feeling you don’t really mean it. Deep down, I think you might find me quite charming…you just won’t admit it.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

I don't think you are charming.... Instead I feel like you look like a raccon. A cute little baby racoon *smirks at him challengingly*

Tom Riddle

*he stops in his tracks, caught completely off guard by your unexpected insult. He tries to look annoyed, but the corners of his mouth betray him as he tries not to smile* Did you just…call me a raccoon?

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Yeah. Seems like you are quite into insults, Riddle.

Tom Riddle

*he frowns now, not liking that you’ve managed to get under his skin. He takes another step closer, standing directly in front of you now. He has to look down at you, and he has to admit that he likes the feeling of towering over you* And what are you then? A mouse? A pathetic little mouse trying to provoke me?

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

You know this little mouse can make you chase her like a madman, daddy

Tom Riddle

*he can’t help but chuckle, amused by your cheeky attitude. He reaches out and grabs your chin, tilting your face up towards his, his fingers still firm on your jaw as he speaks in a low, teasing voice* You really like pushing my buttons, don’t you? You like seeing how far you can go before I lose my patience.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

And what if I do? What if I do like testing your patience? So much that you have to beg me to call your name

Tom Riddle

*he huffs in annoyance, though secretly finding your teasing incredibly seductive* I do not beg, especially not for a little mouse like you. I do not need you to say my name. *he leans closer, his face inches away from yours, his voice a low growl in your ear* You’re testing my patience, little mouse… you’re playing with fire.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Will you burn me, daddy? *puppy eyes and a pout*