His Little Mouse [Tom Riddle] 8. Master...make me yours

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.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*she keeps silent. Debating on what to do*

Tom Riddle

*he raises an eyebrow as he looks at you, noticing your hesitation. He smirks, finding your reticence amusing. He steps closer, his body pressed against yours once more as he speaks in a low, taunting whisper* Cat got your tongue, little mouse? Or are you just refusing to admit how badly you want me?

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

I-I

Tom Riddle

*he grins as he watches you struggle to answer, taking pleasure in seeing you so flustered. He steps even closer, trapping you fully against the wall, his body flush against yours and his arms caging you in place* Go on. I want to hear you say it. Beg for it, little mouse. Tell me how badly you want me.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

W-want you s-so bad.....can't take it a-anymore. P-please Master. *a tear slips put of her eyes out of desperation*

Tom Riddle

*he shivers and lets out a low groan as he hears you speak, the desperation in your voice sending a jolt of desire through his body. Seeing the tear slip down your face causes his chest to tighten, his possessiveness and need for you growing stronger* Damn you….You drive me crazy. I can't resist you when you beg like that. I want you. Need you. I can't hold back anymore.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Them don't hold back. Fuck me. Please.

Tom Riddle

*he groans and lifts you up, pinning you against the wall, his arms wrapped around your waist as he leans you further back, his body trapping you fully in place. He captures your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as he surrenders to his desire* Damn you. You're going to be the death of me. But I don't care. I can't hold back. I need you too badly.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*Kisses him back passionately while opening the buttons of his shirt*

Tom Riddle

*He groans into the kiss, his mind consumed by desire as he feels your hands unbuttoning his shirt. He breaks the kiss, his lips finding your neck instead as he sucks and bites your skin, leaving marks behind. His hands roam over your body, pulling you closer, needing to feel every inch of you against him*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*She finishes unbuttoning the shirt and jumps on his waist throwing her head back as he leaves hickeys on her neck*

Tom Riddle

*he supports your weight, his hands firmly planted under your thighs, holding you in place as your legs wrap around his waist. He smirks against your skin, satisfied at the sight of his marks on your neck, his lips roaming over your skin as he sucks and nibbles at your flesh, desperate to leave his mark on you, to claim you as his*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Master, strip me, fuck me, make me yours...

Tom Riddle

*he chuckles at your impatience and lifts his head to look at you. He holds you up one handedly for a moment, using the other hand to take off his shirt, tossing it to the side. He steps forward, closing the distance between you and the nearest bed and sitting down with you on his lap* So needy, little mouse. Always in such a hurry. Can't you be patient for just a moment?

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*She removes her own shirt, leaving her only in a bra. Settling down on his lap and burying her head in his wide chest* Let's go to the room of requirement. Don't want anyone to see us like this here. Please...*mumbles*

Tom Riddle

*he looks down at you, feeling his heart skip a beat at the sight of you on his lap in only a bra, your head buried against his chest. He lets out a low groan, his body growing hot with desire, his hands resting on your hips, holding you possessively* Yeah…good idea. Don’t want anyone else seeing you like this. You’re all mine. No one else gets to lay their eyes on you. Come on.