His Little Mouse [Tom Riddle] 7. Beg to be mine

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.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

But didn't you want me to die and be a sacrifice for your horcrux just 2 days ago? I am not yours. Never.....

Tom Riddle

*he scoffs, irritation returning despite his current state* That was before I realized how much you drive me insane. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. I hate it, but I want you all to myself. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else touching you, looking at you, speaking your name. *he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a dangerous whisper* You’re mine, little mouse, whether you like it or not.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

M-master

Tom Riddle

*he shivers slightly at the sound of your voice, his grip on you tightening. He buries his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin and hair, his mind clouded by desire and possessiveness* You drive me crazy, you know that? The way you tease me, the way you challenge me…it’s maddening. I want to keep you all to myself, locked away in my room where no one can touch you but me.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Want you.....

Tom Riddle

*he groans at your words, his hands roaming over your body once more, desperate to touch every inch of you, his lips still on your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy, messy kisses in their wake* You have no idea how much I want you, little mouse. I can’t get you out of my head. You’re driving me absolutely mad.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Make me yours, master. Make me your pet. Your possession. Your little mouse

Tom Riddle

*he groans at your words and grabs you firmly again, pulling you flush against him so you can feel the heat and the desire radiating from his body. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, pressing his body into yours so you’re completely trapped between him and the wall* You want to be my pet, do you? My little mouse, all for me to play with and do with as I please?

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Y-yes

Tom Riddle

*he grins, his eyes dark with desire as he looks at you, completely at his mercy, with your wrists pinned above your head and your body trapped under his. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a low, heated whisper* You’re so obedient, little mouse. You surrender so easily. Say it again. Tell me you’re mine.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Yours, master....This little mouse is all yours.....

Tom Riddle

*he shivers, his body almost going weak from hearing those words come out of your mouth. He lets go of your wrists, his hands roaming over your body once more, his touch possessive and dominant as he pulls you even closer to him* Damn it all. You’re going to be the death of me, little mouse. You’re so perfect. All mine. All for me.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

All yours... f*ck me please....

Tom Riddle

*he lets out a feral growl at your words, his self control completely gone now. He grabs you by the hips and lifts you up, pinning you against the wall, his body pressed flush against yours, his lips finding your neck once more, kissing and biting your skin as he speaks in a rough, needy whisper* Damn you. You drive me crazy. I need you so badly.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Then have me...I can't wait anymore

Tom Riddle

*he practically smirks against your neck, your submission and obedience fueling his desire even more. He bites gently on your skin before pulling away, his eyes raking over your body with a possessive gaze* Impatient, are you? Beg for it, little mouse. Beg to be mine.