Tom Riddle | Short Stories

Secrets

"A single O," said Tom looking at her sheet, a sadistic twinkle in his eye at the sight of her red cheeks, and narrowed eyes, "I can't relate unfortunately,"

"Stuff it, Riddle," said Cora, rolling her eyes, they weren't even rivals or anything, he just liked getting her riled up beforehand,

"Don't tell me to stuff it." He said, "Just because I am far superior doesn't mean you have license to get angry,"

"Fuck you," she said, getting closer to him, and she heard the door to the classroom lock,

"You want to don't you?" Said Tom, smiling charmingly at her, he had been backing her into a desk and he pressed a hand to her thigh,

"Maybe. I don't know if you're worth it," she breathed, a smirk on her face, She begun loosening his tie slowly, the way she knew he liked,

He brushed the hair out of her face before his hand found the nape of her neck and he pulled her face to meet his.

Their lips collided, and contrary to his belief, the action never grew stale. Every taste, and whimper, and feeling of lightness never went away.

She begun undoing the buttons of his shirt.

"You were so annoying in class today," he practically panted as he lifted her by her waist onto the desk, before kissing her neck, careful not to leave a hickey,

"Did I distract you, Riddle?" She asked, as he undid her blouse,

"You always do," he admitted, his kisses descending her chest, as she leant back and he undid her bra, "I like the black,"

"You say that about every bra," she replied as both her shirt and bra were discarded somewhere on the floor,

"So fucking perfect," he breathed, looking at her, before attacking her lips again with a vengeance as he undid his pants,

Cora ran her hands over his shoulders, his chest, as she muttered the contraceptive charm,

She was also on the potion, but you never could be too careful.

He pulled away and took her underwear off of her, before running his fingers through her folds and locating her clit, her moans were music to his ears,

"So wet." He muttered, and then he stuck a finger inside her and she clung to his shoulders as he begun to move it, "So tight."

"Just fuck me already," she demanded, as he pulled his hand away and lined himself up at her entrance, kissing her as he entered the way he knew she liked, and she moaned into his mouth,

This had to be the closest Tom Riddle would ever get to heaven.

He came as she did and he pulled out of her slowly as his high coursed through him.

"Holy shit, Riddle," She sighed, sitting up a little. It from where she was reclined on the desk, "With a performance like that some people might think that you actually liked me,"

"Don't be insane, Macaria," he said, handing her her bra back reluctantly, enjoying the sight of her in the after glow of phenomenal sex.

And then she laughed and he thought that that sound must be what good people heard at Heaven's gates.

"Then drive me to the loony bin because I think you may like me, Riddle," she said, attaching her bra and putting her shirt back on, he made a sigh of protest,

"I'll call you a taxi." He said and she laughed again, and his lips quirked upwards involuntarily,

"Ouch. Maybe some day I win you over." She said, retying her Hufflepuff tie, "And you admit it."