𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗗 | 𝗧.𝗥
summary: in which y/n likes to show off and tom will not he outsmarted
disclaimers: smut, slight degradation, fingering, overstimulation, etc.
love interest: tom riddle x fem!reader
notes: i literally hate this so much, this is so bad but it’ll do
you always had a knack for getting under tom riddles skin. but it was all in good fun. no feelings were hurt — you didn’t think — and tom also seemingly liked to belittle you at every chance you he had.
it was a game that you two had played for years. you would say a joke about him being a “stuck up goodie goodie” and he would retort back with a equally snarky comment.
but, there was always an unspoken rule that hid beneath the table. do not try to outsmart him. you technically knew he was smarter than you — granted, he was practically smarter than everyone. so, you had no trouble breaking this unspoken rule.
but just as you say down for monday’s potions lesson. something seemed to change in the air. it began just as professor slug horn announced the winner of the potion competition would win their own bottle of liquid luck.
“you see, ive had this bottle for about three years and i’m ready to give it up. that is, if someone wins!” slug horn announced, “you’ll be making a antidote for any poison of your liking.”
tension seemed to hang in the air, you wanted that potion. but you also knew tom most likely wanted it more. you felt his eyes glaring at you from across the room, sending you a warning sign.
meeting his eyes, you saw only pure hatred. you swallowed hard. it wasn’t like you to be intimidated by him, but it was hard not to feel only a sense of worry for yourself as he looked at you.
“and you may began!” slughorn said, gesturing with his hands.
you ripped your eyes away from tom’s and immediately got to work. you searched for the nearest bezoar. your mother was a exceptional potioner and she had taught you best.
there was an easy cure for most poisons. bezoar. sure, it was sort of a cop out, but it didn’t matter to you.
after another thirty minutes, professor slug horn called time. “give me a moment to grade your works as i go around the room.”
you could feel the questioning glances you were getting from others. why hadn’t you put any ingredients in the table? where you trying to fail deliberately?
“tom, what an excellent discovery! my finest student back at it again. you’re up in the running son.” slughorn beamed as he examined toms potion.
“thank you, sir.” tom replied cooly. the charm and grace in his tone that made you sick to your stomach.
god, he such a teachers pet, you thought to yourself.
he even looked to proud of himself as professor walked over to your table.
“miss y/l/n, what’ve we got here? oh my!” professor slughorn gaped at the item you held out, “this is a spectacular solution. easy and simple. riddle, it looks like you’ve been outsmarted by miss y/l/n!”
you blushed at the compliment and shook your head sheepishly.
“it looks that way, doesn’t it?” tom replied, you could hear the anger in his voice. you could imagine his sharp jaw clenched, toned muscles stiff and tightened. a strange pool of desire formed near your lower stomach. embarrassed by the feeling, you brought your eyes back to professor slughorn.
after several moments, professor slughorn returned to the front of the room. “i have picked a winner. surprisingly, this student has shown a great deal of creativity and obvious thought into her solution.”
you could feel your heart beat in your chest. “y/l/n, here you are. feel free to use it whenever you’d like. please be aware of the side affects before taking it!”
you nodded sheepishly, blush filled your cheek as everyone gave a unenthusiastic clap for you. you didn’t expect people to be happy for you but you had made the mistake of turning towards tom riddle’s direction.
it was exactly like you imagined, his dull brown eyes were trained on yours, you were swarmed with his hateful energy immediately. his sharp jawline became even more aggressive as it seemed to tighten the more you kept eye-contact with him.
you took the bottle before slughorn hands and placed in your bag.
“class dismissed! again, thank you y/l/n for such a brilliant masterpiece!”
you were getting sick of the flattery as you collected your bags, but you smiled anyways.
you exited the classroom, but before you could get even two feet into the hallway someone had grabbed your wrist forcefully and slammed you into the nearest wall.
your vision blackened for a moment out of pure shock. “what the fuck-?!” you started, but then quickly interrupted by a voice.
“merlin, i bet you loved that didn’t you?” toms venomous laced voices spoke out. he was standing closer to you than he had ever before, and you noticed how tall he was compared to you.
“oh, tom. don’t be such a sore loser. it’s not a good look on you.” you feigned a pout. and his eyes narrowed, but you didn’t miss the way they flickered towards your lips.
with his hand still on your wrist, he scowled. “funny you say. i didn’t lose, you technically cheated. it was supposed to a potion, and of course, you would find some loop-hole.”
“i’m clever tom, don’t try and belittle my talents.” you replied, offended that he would try to take away your special moment. you had felt particularly smart about your solution, but with the way tom was staring at you now, you felt doubt creep into your system.
“please, you practically beg to be ‘belittled’ when you go around like that.” he sneered. his brown eyes striking against your’s.
“oh? like what, riddle.” you challenged, taking a step forward from the wall. the confidence in your voice definitely outweighed the confidence you were feeling. truthfully, you felt a little ashamed to have won so easily. tom was half-way right and you knew it.
he clenched his jaw but before he could say anything else, you had softly pressed your lips against his. at first, he was as frozen as a statue. doubt crept into your system but just before you could apologize and pull back, he grasped your wrists and you felt your back hit the wall painfully.
gasping in surprise, he tightened his hands around your wrist. he nipped at your bottom lip roughly and you could feel the smirk on his lips as you bit back a moan. “oh, come on, don’t be a tease,” he whispered as he pulled back. both of you were breathing heavily from the forceful kiss.
before you could reply, his lips were already latched onto your neck. sucking hard and quickly leaving love bites all over your collarbone, you shivered under his cold touch. a small gasp escaped your lips as he opened the broom closet door behind you.
his hands trailed up and down your blouse before finally taking off your robe. you watched him with gleeful eyes as he hoisted you onto the nearest desk. “sit pretty for me, will you?” he murmured, grabbing your inner thigh and spreading your legs apart.
you nod silently and he goes back to his original pace on your lips. you gasp as he squeezes your thigh hard. taking the advantage, he slips his tongue into your mouth. your cheeks start to fill with heat and you can feel your panties getting soaked in the process.
urgently, you grab his hand and slide it closer to your frantic needs. “please-“ you practically beg, and he pulls away with a sinister smirk on his face. “so, so needy. what would people say if they found you like this? begging for me. it’s pathetic.” he said, but his smirk never leaving his kissed-swollen lips.
fortunately, he gave in at just the right moment. he moved away the thin cotton of your panties and slide his digits into your soaked pussy. “tck, tck. did i do this?” tom whispered into your ear, nipping at the sweet spot behind it.
reluctantly, you moan against him. “oh my god. tom,” his fingers pace faster against you and you buck your hips in return. his lips catch your moan with ease, biting your bottom lip roughly once again.
you grab for the collar on his shirt for support as you thrust back and forth on his fingers. “always an overachiever, huh?” he said onto your lips as he adds a third finger, pushing you to the edge.
your eyes widen and a loud moan escapes from your throat. your eyes cloud with lust and fulfillment as you feel yourself getting closer. “tom, please, i’m so close.”
at your words, his pace fastens and you feel yourself wither beneath him. you wrap your shaking legs around his hips, allowing him to have a better position of your legs.
“fuck! dont stop, please. tom!” you plead, shaking underneath his intense gaze. he was watching you come undone for him, and enjoying every moment of it gloriously.
his fingers were coated in your juices and he slowly pulled out of you. you whimpered at the motion, suddenly embarrassed by what you had just done. “lay down.” he said, his voice monotone but demanding.
you furrowed your eyebrows, “w-what? i thought i was done.”
tom chucked humorlessly. “but don’t you like being an overachiever? outsmarting me if you will? lay down, dont make me repeat myself.”
nodding, you lie down in front of him. your skirt hiked up all the way to your stomach, leaving you bare in front of him. with your legs still shaking furiously, tom dipped down and began to gently suck on your clit. your hands flew to his hair immediately, overwhelmed with the sensation of his mouth inside of you.
you tugged sharply and you felt him moan into you. his tongue flicked at a sensitive spot and you whined. you had become quickly overstimulated and your mind had become empty expect for a loud buzz. “i don’t think i can last-“
he pulled away, kissing your inner thighs. “be patient, do you see how desperate you get when you don’t get your way?” you watch as he dips back down again and the whole vision makes your head spin.
“answer me,” he commands. now, sucking harshly against your clit in a more angered manner. you tug at his wavy-hair in return. “yes, i know, i am. please just let me come.” you whine, bucking your hips in his face.
his pace becomes angry as he practically fucks you with his mouth. your vision clouds and all you can feel is pure bliss and quivering legs. you scream out his name in one last moan.
seemingly satisfied, he leans back and watches you as you catch your breath. “i didn’t know you could do that…” you said, your voice strained and horse from your screams.
he licked his lips as you slowly sit up, covering up your legs and pulling your skirt back down. “and i didn’t know i could make you come with just my words and fingers.” he said, smirking devilishly.
you feel your cheeks heat up and try to hide your shaking legs from his view. “well, maybe it can happen again.”
he raised an eyebrow, “perhaps. try and outsmart me again, and you’ll be in for more than two orgasms.” and with that he left you there, skirt half-way pulled down, tousled hair and a whole lot of memories.
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