Warning - Mature Scenes ahead.
Avani was lost in the bliss of daydreams as butterflies kissed her gut.
She rested a discreet finger on her lips, blushing as she recalled the detention.
His lips had been soft, but his kiss was rough. A domineering manner was evident in the way his tongue had touched hers, a hint of anger and lust when his hand had tightened painfully around her waist.
She sighed dramatically as she mindlessly doodled on her table with a pencil. She had never acted this way before, and it was all too foreign for her.
He was so beautiful and the fact that he knew it made matters worse. Avani looked up from her test paper and watched him unbutton the top button of his shirt and loosen his tie. He smirked subtly when he felt her eyes on him. Avani looked down, cheeks blazing hot as she chastised herself for behaving like a love-struck teenager.
Tom had been awry of what had happened between them. Avani had been not. They shared a couple more kisses in the hidden corners of the castle, each one leaving her more and more weak in the knees. She couldn't help but smile as she thought about it.
Circe looked at her from the corner of her eyes. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Avani cleared her throat. "Yes, what would be wrong?"
"No talking, Miss Chaudhry," Tom said from the front of his class.
Avani scowled as she leaned back in her seat, continuing her exam. Just because she had a crush on him did not change the fact that he was still a massive git.
Tom, who had not missed her little scowl said, "Meet me after class, Miss Chaudhry."
Avani scowled some more.
When the bell rang, the test papers were snatched from their grasp without a warning. A few students complained, but Tom dismissed them with a sharp glare.
"Do you want me to wait?" Circe asked.
"You don't have to. Just save me a seat in the next class," Avani said, bidding her goodbye.
Avani was slow in her movements as she collected her stuff. She cleaned the tip of her quill and placed it in her bag, followed by her ink-pot and then the rest of her stationery.
Avani heard a pair of girls whisper behind her.
"I wish he had asked me to stay behind instead of that reptilian bitch," one of them said.
Avani scoffed, turning on her heels. "If I'm a reptilian bitch, then what are you two? Big-headed lions with fucking straw for brains?"
They were Gryffindors, she was a Slytherin. They were big-mouthed, she was somewhat mean. They never really saw eye to eye.
"Language, Miss Chaudhry," Avani heard Tom say.
She scoffed. "They started it!"
One of the Gryffindors said, "Mind how you talk to him, Chaudhry. He's your teacher."
Avani rolled her eyes. "Like you do behind his back? Should I tell him what you just said?"
The two of them recoiled, their faces turning pale. They excused themselves, hurrying out of the class.
Avani rested her fists on her waist as she watched them go, her eyebrows tense in a frown.
Tom laughed.
"What?" Avani said, walking to him, "They were being mean to me."
She waved her wand lazily, shutting the door.
Tom leaned against his table. "And you've never been mean to anyone?"
Avani stopped a foot away from him. He rested his palms on her hips, pulling her forward and closing the distance.
"No."
"I doubt that."
Avani did not reply to that, touching her lips with his instead. He pulled back.
He smirked at her huff. "I wanted to discuss something."
"What?"
"You were distracted in class."
"I was?"
Tom walked around the table, standing behind his desk. He opened a drawer, looking for something inside it.
"Your grades will slip at this rate."
"I'm a smart girl."
"No one is immune to failure if they don't try their best."
"Are you seriously caring about my grades, Tom?"
"As your teacher, yes, because at the end of the year, the blame will fall upon me if students were to score poorly than before."
"You don't have to worry about me. I can handle my grades."
"I doubt that."
"You doubt me a lot."
"You haven't given me a reason not to."
Avani narrowed her eyes. "What do you want me to do?"
Tom handed her a folded newspaper, pointing at an essay.
Tom rested his hands on her waist, hosting her up as he made her sit on his desk.
Avani read the title of the essay. "Importance of trees? Are you serious?"
"Very," he said. "It's two hundred words and I want you to read it from starting to the ending. Show me you aren't easily distracted."
Avani bit her lip, looking at the easy. "That's it? This looks like it was written by a five-year-old muggle."
He smiled. "Complete it and I'll give you a reward."
Mischief danced in her eyes as she tipped her head backwards to look at him. "What reward?"
"I'll tell you later. Start reading."
Avani bit back her growing grin. "Trees are... I can't tell if you're joking Tom? This essay is awful... oh."
Avani's eyes widened when she felt Tom's hand on her thigh, slowly creeping upwards underneath her skirt.
"Continue," he ordered, his voice deeper than it had ever been.
"The t-fuck," she breathed. Tom towered over her, opening her legs. He hooked his palms around her knees, jerking her forward so that she was on the edge of the table. He trailed his fingers up her inner thigh. His touch left goosebumps on her skin, the tender skin of her thighs begging to feel more friction.
When Tom reached the lace of her knickers, she forgot how to breathe.
"You're not concentrating," Tom whispered. He pushed the lace aside, dragging two fingers against her sensitive folds.
Avani bit her lip, her eyes fluttering as she bought forward the paper. She tried to read it but found herself lost when she felt him insert the tip of his finger inside her.
"You seem distracted," Tom said. He took out his finger, rubbing the wetness that coated it against her folds.
"I can't" Avani said, bending her neck backwards, exposing her throat for the chilly February air to caress. Her thighs jerked. His touch was soft, barely there, and it tortured her beyond imagination. She tried to close her legs against his hand, trying to feel more of him but he pried her knees open with a harsh push.
"So much for someone who claimed to be smart."
"I am."
"Not enough, apparently," Tom said. Avani would have given him a witty reply but she saw him get down on his knees.
He got down until his face was in front of her sex. He pushed back her skirt, fingers looping around the fabric of her knickers as he tore them with just one tug. He pulled her forward, placing a kiss against her thigh. It was a light feathery thing, like a butterfly sitting on bare skin but it made Avani push her fingers in his dark curls, the silky strands contrasting against her olive skin.
"Read," he said.
Avani sucked in a sharp breath, pulling at his curls when he dragged his hot tongue against her sex.
"Fuck it," Avani said as she threw the essay in the opposite side of the room. Tom rolled his tongue around her clit.
Avani closed her eyes as she felt Tom's tongue pass past the threshold of her sex. He looked up at her with hooded eyes, his hands digging so harshly against her skin that she was sure she would have bruises in the shape of his fingers.
She looked down at him, heart sweating and mind blazing.
Tom Riddle was nothing less than a muse of a Greek sculpture, and as she watched him on his knees in front of her, she knew she was the luckiest girl alive.
Her hot pants filled the room, the louder voices muffled behind her palm. The idea of getting caught only fuelled her adrenaline. She pulled at his curls, and he groaned against her, the vibrations climbing up her body, right into her soul, disturbing the peace it had been.
Avani came unfold, her teeth digging into her hand to smother her screams.
And when Tom drank every last drop of her as if it was honey, Avani remembered why she had fallen for him in the first place.
A/n - You guys, i didn't realise writing smut would be so fucking hard and so goddamn embarrassing, like i want to kill myself. And this wasn't even proper smut.
A mental note to myself to not to write vajayjay eating in future because i suck at it.
And also, if you're liking this story, please leave a comment or a vote. It motivates me a lot.