His Little Mouse [Tom Riddle] 6. Mudblood rat

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

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

Tom Riddle

*he almost lets out a low moan, the sight of your expression almost too much to handle. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer, his fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you against him* Don’t look at me like that. Don’t call me ‘daddy’, it’s driving me insane.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*Tiptoes and says in his ears in a soft voice* Daddy.....

Tom Riddle

*he groans, nearly going weak in his knees from hearing that word come out of your mouth. The sound of your voice, the feel of your breath on his skin, it’s all too much for him to handle* Damn it all…don’t…don’t say that. Stop it.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Then what do you want this little mouse to call you?

Tom Riddle

*he grumbles, trying to regain control of himself as you continue to tease him. He grabs your hips tighter and pulls you flush against him, his hands roaming up and down your back as he speaks in a heated whisper* Fine…if you insist on calling me something…call me ‘Master’.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Master? *innocent confused eyes*

Tom Riddle

*he shivers as you look at him with those innocent, puzzled eyes. He leans down, his lips brushing against your neck, his breath hot on your skin as he speaks in a low, rough voice* Yes. Call me that. Call me ‘Master’. Just the thought of hearing that word come out of your mouth is driving me wild.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

No, I won't *giggles playfully* I'll call you daddy, just because you don't like it

Tom Riddle

*he groans and nips at your neck in frustration, his hands still roaming up and down your body, desperate to touch every inch of you* Damn you…you little tease. You’re enjoying this way too much. Playing with fire…you’re going to get yourself burned, little mouse.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Then burn me, Master~

Tom Riddle

*he growls and pushes you up against the nearest wall, his body pressed flush against yours. His lips are on your neck now, nipping and kissing your skin while his hands roam over your body, restless and eager to touch you* Mmm you’re going to regret those words, little mouse. You’re going to regret teasing me like this.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

M-master...s-stop

Tom Riddle

*he ignores your pleas, his lips still on your neck, moving down to your collarbone now, leaving a trail of kisses along your skin. His hands have moved to your hips, holding you firmly in place against the wall, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he loses control* I told you…you’re playing with fire, little mouse. Do you want me to burn you? Mmm you’re going to drive me insane.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Please... s-someone will s-see us

Tom Riddle

*he pauses for a moment, breathing heavily, trying to reign in his self control. He looks up, his eyes taking in your flushed cheeks and parted lips, and all he wants to do is devour you* Let them see. I don’t care. I want everyone to know that you belong to me.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Falling for a filthy mudblood rat, are we, daddy?

Tom Riddle

*he growls and pins you even more firmly against the wall, his eyes dark with desire as he responds with a low, possessive whisper* Shut up. You talk way too damn much. And don’t call yourself that. You’re mine…that’s all that matters.