imagine:
you and tom riddle are rivals, but you end up making out with him after a heated debate.
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just a heads-up; don't expect heavy smut, this isn't exactly what you expect.
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The tension had never been so profound.
The crowd surrounding you and Tom Riddle grew rapidly, consuming the air you and Tom shared in your little circle of space as the Great Hall filled itself with these curious souls. Tom Riddle glared at you, the intensity in his eyes burning through your skin as he meticulously listened to every word you spoke, analysing through them so he could make a fool out of you when he finds an error.
Fortunately, he didn't.
Once again, you were victorious. You stood feet away from him, drawing closer with your arms crossed and a glorious grin growing on your face. He might've been taller than you, but your intelligence certainly peaked beyond his limits. He never ceased to underestimate you, considering he perceived Slytherin students to be more intelligent and ambitious than rest of the houses. Flames ignited behind those deep, vast blue eyes, his waves crashing vigorous as a storm enraged inside him.
You didn't exactly knew what you were getting into, but you figured to enjoy the triumph while it lasted. Deep down, you knew no one who ever outsmarted Tom Riddle, even in a mere, meaningless debate, ever came back feeling the same sense of glory after an hour.
You looked up, gazing at the tall man as you observed his clenched jaws tightening at the sight of you getting closer, and his balled up fists buried in the thin fabric of his dull robe. His anger was clearly visible to everyone, but his wrath-that was something only you could feel. It was almost like he had directed that overwhelming feeling of his wrath towards you using some kind of dark, twisted magic, which blared alarms through your head as you felt a subtle shock rushing through your veins.
"How the fu..." you stammered, a wave of shock and dizziness rushed over you as you lost your balance.
You crashed into the floor, your consciousness collapsing with you as your head began to spin faster and faster. You were losing your sight as faint voices of students chattering sounded more distant, moving further and further away from you. You soon began to look conscious, the last thing you had seen being Tom Riddle's sinister, demented grin.
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"Wake up."
You groaned, an throbbing ache on your head taunting you as you panted tiredly. Sweat dripped down your neck, gradually immersing through your thick cardigan. You couldn't exactly see where you were properly; everything was a blur, but you were too unconscious to be alarmed at that moment.
"Where the fuck am I..." your voice trailed, echoing around you.
"Wh..." you stammered, your breath shaking.
You felt a pair of warm hands rubbing on your arms in comfort, one crawling up to your face to caress your cheeks. "Don't be afraid, darling."
You squinted your eyes, your vision gradually clearing as it revealed the face of the enraged boy you had defeated hours ago.
"Oh for fuck's sake, you're still ma-"
"You know me, Y/N," he sneered, his face drawing closer to yours.
You couldn't comprehend what his intentions were; was he here to kill you, or was it for some other sick reason? A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you gazed around the room-a singular, wooden bed placed by the wall, green drapes drooping from the roof of its frames, books and scribbled parchment paper scattered all around the floor, old books lying on the edge of the bookshelves-and it made you realise something.
He truly was the mess you envisioned him to be.
Probably more than that, even.
Your gaze intensified as it met Tom's dark blue eyes, filled with unresolved rage and determination. You couldn't tell what exactly was rampaging through his mind; his mind was too clouded and guarded for your magic to invade his head, and it petrified you.
You might have beaten him in a silly debate, but he was much more powerful that you thought.
"Don't even try," he uttered softly under his breath, his eyes fixed on yours. He was already in your head.
"Get out of there," you hissed, repulsing away harshly from his touch.
You slowly got on your feet, your hands gripping on the wall for support. Tom observed your every move, from your breathing patterns to every thought you birthed in your mind. You tried to push him away, blocking his magic from your mind, but it only made you collapse onto the floor helplessly. A sinister grin formed on his face as he watched you battle him pathetically in an area he was most specialized in: magic.
"Fuck, okay!" you panted, your energy gradually deteriorating the more you tried to rebut. Eventually, you were left with no choice, but to adjourn and let him violate the only place you felt safe in.
Tom drew closer towards you, a sympathetic pout on his face as his thumb softly brushed your skin. His burning touch made you flinch, but the more forceful he was, the more defeated you felt, having to give in to his dominance. Tom had never felt more powerful-in his eyes, you were his victory, his first victim. His horcrux. But a part of him repelled to that sickening feeling.
Tom was never one with his emotions, but he was still human-weak, vulnerable. He felt... pity. A genuine feeling he had never felt since the beginning of time.
A part of him felt... aroused by your intelligence.
There stood your chance into storming into his unguarded mind, and you felt a wave of victory wash over you as his thoughts began to fill your head, his voice echoing around you in doubt and apprehension. A part of you felt relieved, knowing deep inside, Tom isn't emotionless and merciless. However, you felt your mind slowly being forced out of his as he glared at you in anger.
"It isn't polite to invade people's personal space."
You scoffed, "look who's talking."
Next thing you knew, his lips crashed onto yours, his hands grasping onto your waist as his body was smashed against yours. Guilt washed over you; it felt utterly wrong, yet you couldn't resist. You were completely drawn to him, and you didn't have a choice. His grasp on you was gentle; his fingers trailed on your skin softly, crawling up to your neck. You felt his tongue swiftly slid through your lips, wrestling yours as your kiss deepened. Intoxication filled the air and you were completely drunk. Tom's loose hand grasped onto your waist as he took dominance, pushing you onto the ground as he rested on top of you, utterly addicted to you. He didn't know what he was getting himself into, and neither did you.
His fingers slowly crawled down to your skirt, where he swiftly, but gradually pulled down your skirt, waiting for a subtle signal of consent. You both panted as you pulled away from his plumped lips, moaning as you gazed down at your unzipped skirt. A part of you wanted it-desperately craved it-but deep inside, you knew you weren't ready. Speechless, you stared down, hoping to be saved by the bell so you didn't have to decline it. Tom, however, already knew what was going through your head, and respectfully, his hands began pulling up your skirt to where it was before as he nodded his head once in acknowledgement.
A blank expression laid on his pale, sweaty face as he gradually pulled himself away from you, sitting upright. You laid frozen, your gaze fixed on the ceiling in awkwardness as Tom glanced around his room.
"I'm sorry," you muttered under your breath, your eyes meeting his blue eyes. He let out a deep chuckle, looking down at his floor.
"I may be cold-hearted, but I would never..." he said, "...rape, or go on without consent."
Your lips curled into a small smile as you looked away.
Maybe he wasn't that bad.
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a/n
aight yall im sorry i havent been posting frequently. ive been quite busy, and i had to catch up on my reading. i might be posting once or twice a week and not the usual once every four days so please bear with me and thanks for still being here :D
also, i was supposed to write a heavy smut but i rushed it cus i had to do sumn so i hope you enjoyed this "respectful" tom riddle imagine rather than horny tom riddle-tho you'd probably enjoy horny tom riddle more-so ig i'll have to start planning a heavy tom riddle smut lmao
guess i owe yall at least that
but remember, consent is always the key to enjoyable seggsy time!