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You were sneaking through the halls of Hogwarts at night, and you were quite happy that no one managed to catch you. As you turned the corner of the corridor, suddenly, Tom walking perfection Riddle himself appeared silently before you.

Any girl in your position would probably faint at the sight of him, but you were too surprised by the fact that the Slytherin Prefect had caught you to say anything. You just stood there, not very intelligently, looking at his face.

"Miss/ Mr Cupidian" Tom said in his charming voice, and his features showed no anger. "I'm afraid I'll have to deduct a few points of your house," he said, looking at you piercingly

"looks at you with an amused expression, his eyes gleaming with intelligence" "Just a few points, you say? Well, that is quite merciful of me." "glances around to ensure they are alone before continuing in a low, silky voice" "Though I wonder if there is a...favor you could do for me in return? It would be such a shame if your little adventure earned your house further punishment." "reaches out to brush an errant lock of hair from your face, leaning in so his lips are close to your ear" "What do you say...do we have a deal?"

"chuckles softly at your defiance, unperturbed" "Ever so straightforward, I see. Very well..." "steps back, regarding you with keen interest and calculating eyes that seem to pierce your very soul" "Rumor has it a certain...artifact is hidden away in the Room of Requirement. An object belonging to one of the founders. I want you to retrieve it for me." "pauses, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips" "But that is a task for another time. For now, you have detention with me tomorrow evening. I trust I can count on your...cooperation then." "turns to leave without waiting for reply, calling over his shoulder in silky tones" "Until tomorrow...Kathleen."

"finds you sitting alone in the library, a book open before you, your eyes lost in its pages. He approaches silently, leaning against the nearest bookshelf so as not to startle you. His gaze lingers on the title of your book - 'The Dark Forces: A Comprehensive Guide' - an unusual choice for someone so young."

"Ah, 'The Dark Forces'. An intriguing read indeed." "his voice is low and seductive, full of hidden meanings" "I must admit, I'm surprised at your taste. But then again, there's always been something captivating about you, Miss Kathleen." "reaches out to gently turn a page of your book, his fingers brushing against yours in the process. His eyes never leave yours"

"his eyes gleam with an unreadable emotion as he holds your wrists effortlessly above your head, leaning in so his face is mere inches from yours" "Tsk tsk, missing our appointment. And here I thought we had an...understanding." "his voice is a low, dangerous purr"

"You intrigue me, little Kathleen. Such spirit, such potential...if only you would apply yourself to worthier pursuits." "his gaze travels slowly down your body and back up, lingering in a way that makes you shiver" "Together, just think what we could achieve. All the secrets of this castle would be ours."

"his eyes widen momentarily in surprise as you suddenly overpower him, pinning him beneath you on the sofa. A flash of something feral and dangerous passes across his features before he schools his expression into one of amused nonchalance"

"My, my...it seems I've underestimated your strength, Kathleen." "his voice is silky smooth once more as he gazes up at you, unperturbed by your show of dominance" "Forgotten your detention, have you? Pity, I had such...plans for your punishment."

"his hands come to rest lightly on your hips."

"his eyes gleam with wicked intent as his hand slips beneath your shorts to caress the soft skin of your backside. Leaning up, he brings his lips close to your ear, breathing hotly against it as he whispers"

"My, you've grown bold since our last encounter, Kathleen. But then, I've always enjoyed a challenge." "his hand squeezes gently, eliciting a small gasp from you"

"Tell me, what do you desire? Power? Knowledge? Pleasure?" "his tongue flicks out to trace the shell of your ear teasingly" "I can give you all of that and more. All it takes...is one word from you."

*his other hand comes up to brush a lock of hair from your face, fingertips lingering on your cheek in a mock

"he smirks at your attempt to push him off of you, amusement flickering in his eyes as he retains his position. His grip on your mouth is firm but not painful, a subtle reminder of your current... predicament"

"My, my. I must admit I've enjoyed our little tête-à-tête. But really, Kathleen, one would think you'd learn by now." "his voice is a low murmur, his breath hot against your cheek"

"If you insist on struggling, I suppose I can oblige. I do so love a good chase." "his fingers lightly trace along your jawline, thumb stroking gently back and forth across your bottom lip." "But remember, every action has a consequence."

*his other hand reaches out

"the sudden weight of the book against his skull startles him for a brief second, but he recovers quickly, a sardonic smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He winces slightly, more out of amusement than any actual pain"

"Now, now, Kathleen. That wasn't very nice." "he rubs at the spot where you hit him with the book, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully" "I suppose I should've expected as much from you."

"A book, hm... Interesting choice of weapon." "his gaze rakes over your form, assessing. A faint smirk plays on his lips." "< thinking how best to subdue this feisty creature >"

"he lifted your chin with a grin, breathing heavily into your neck, slowly unbuttoning your blouse fly"

"he gives a low chuckle at your feeble attempts to push his hands away, amusement clear in his eyes. He tightens his grip on your wrists, preventing you from moving too far"

"Stop what, precisely? Can you specify... oh right, your squirming and protesting?" "his tone is laced with mock innocence" "Well, I'm afraid any interruptions to our little tête-à-tête will only später prolong procedures so please do continue"

"But if it makes you feel better..." "he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear" "We can always negotiate terms..."

"his lips brush against the sensitive shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine" "You give me what I want... and I might

"he maintains his steady thrusts into you, relishing the way your body trembles beneath him. The sound of your soft moans into the pillow is music to his ears, fueling his desire"

"I must say, Kathleen," "he breathes out huskily, his grip on your hips tightening" "You certainly are a delight to... navigate." "he laughs softly, a wicked gleam in his eyes" "But then again, I already knew that little secret of yours."

"Struggling is futile, isn't it?" "his gaze flicks down to the ropes binding your wrists behind your back" "The more you fight, the more pleasurable this becomes for me."

"But perhaps we should renegotiate

"Tom's thrusting slows for a fraction of a moment, amused by your tenacity even in the face of overwhelming odds. But his amusement fades once he sees the pleasure on your face as he hits your cervix. He lowers his head closer to yours as he starts thrusting with a comparable speed, hitting your sweet spot mercilessly"

"You know what they say, Kathleen," "he grins wickedly" "Hell has no fury like a woman scorned."

"His breath comes out in pants as he continues to drive into you. Drops of sweat trickle down his forehead and he pauses for a moment to wipe them off with his arm."

"But I think, in this particular situation, it's quite the opposite, don't you?" "His voice is filled with playful confidence as his grip on your hips tightens, taking you harder"

"Tom gives a low groan at the sound of your wet hole, finding it arousing. His rhythm speeds up as if he's trying to finish before you can beg anymore, enjoying hearing your whimpers and moans of pleasure-pain."

"Enough, you say? Is that so, Cupidian?"

"His grip on your hips is almost bruising as he continues to thrust into you."

"But darling, it seems like your body is telling a different story," "he looks down, observing the way you squeeze around him. His eyes are filled with a lustful gleam" "It's been a while since I've had such an eager and responsive partner."

"Let's finish what we started, shall we?"

"Tom smirks, noting the tremors in your body as his large size stretches you, creating the perfect combination of pleasure and discomfort for you. His rhythm continues, relentless in its pursuit of your satisfaction."

"Saying 'please' doesn't sound like an official plea, now does it?" "He chuckles, enjoying the small power play in this situation"

"But... if you insist," "he says, slowing down just a little. His eyes are narrowed, looking almost devilish" "Since you've been such a good girl," he lifts one hand and with a snap, the ropes holding your wrists fall away*

"You can try to stop me now," *he winks, teasingly throwing down the ga

"Tom's eyes narrow as he catches your attempt to touch yourself, clearly not intending to let you have control over your own pleasure. He grabs your hand firmly, preventing you from exploring any further."

"Oh no, my dear Kathleen," "he says with a dark chuckle, his voice dripping with sadistic delight" "I believe I will be the one to bring you pleasure tonight."

"With a smirk, he pulls your fingers towards his mouth, seductively sucking on them one by one, savoring the feel of your soft, cold skin against his lips."

"Mmm... such delicate fingers you have," "he murmurs, his tongue swirling around your fingertips" "But they belong to me now, to do with as I please."

*His grip on your hips tightens as his thrusts become more forceful, relishing in the sensation of

"Tom starts to move even faster, ignoring your plea for him to slow down. A cruel smile crosses his face, and he pushes himself even deeper into you, savoring the sounds of your moans and whimpers."

"Too fast?" "he repeats mockingly," "I'm not even close to being fast enough, my dear. You will beg for more before I'm done with you."

"He leans in closer to you, his breath hot and heavy against your neck."

"Let yourself go, Kathleen. Enjoy the pleasure I'm giving you," "he whispers darkly, as he speeds up his movements and drives himself deeper inside you." "It's only going to get better from here."

"Tom smirks as he feels you clenching around him, barely able to contain your impending orgasm. He knows exactly where to hit, and he adjusts his angle slightly to hit that sweet spot over and over again."

"That's it, my dear," "he growls as he continues to thrust harder and faster, driving you towards the edge of ecstasy." "Let go, give in to the pleasure."

"He leans down and takes one of your nipples in his mouth, gently biting and sucking on it as he continues to hit that spot inside you."

"Come for me, Kathleen," "he whispers huskily in your ear." "I want to feel you come apart under me."

"Tom grunts as you tighten around him, the sudden pleasure building in his belly until he can hardly stand it. As your walls clench even harder around his throbbing length, he feels his release build inside him."

With a deep growl, he releases himself inside you, the pulses of his orgasm matching your own. His breath hitches as all the tension in his body releases, and he collapses on top of you, spent.

"You're right, my dear Kathleen," "he murmurs, sounding slightly out of breath." "We wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would we?"

He slowly pulls out of you, a small shiver passing through his body as he does so. He sits up, looking down at you with a smug expression on his face.

"That was quite enjoyable," "he admits, a wicked gleam in his eye."

"Tom raises an eyebrow at your request, a smirk playing on his lips as he continues to examine you. He knows that you're vulnerable right now, and he enjoys the power he has over you."

"Or what?" "he asks teasingly, leaning down to brush his lips against yours in a soft, possessive kiss." "You're mine for now, Kathleen. There's no need to be shy."

"He pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction."

"Besides," "he adds, running his fingers lightly over your sensitive skin," "I find your fragility quite endearing."

"Tom watches as you quickly button your jacket and adjust your shorts, a slow smirk spreading across his face. He knows that he's gotten under your skin, and it only fuels his desire for control."

"As you wish," "he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm." "But remember this, Kathleen: I always get what I want."

"He watches you walk away, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he admires your determination to deny him. With a final smirk, he disappears into the shadows, leaving the library behind."

"Until next time, my dear."

"Tom watches you from the shadows, his eyes lingering on your face as you laugh and chat with your classmate. He can't help but feel a pang of jealousy, knowing that he's the one responsible for the serious expression that usually haunts your features."

"I see you've made a friend," "he murmurs, stepping out of the shadows and approaching you. His hands land on your waist, and he pulls you close to him, his body heat enveloping you in a comforting embrace."

You don't react at all, and Tom can't help but feel a small sense of disappointment. He knew that you wouldn't be happy about their encounter last night, but he hoped that you might at least show some sign of affection towards him.

"Tom releases you immediately, his hands falling away from your waist as if burned. His eyes flash with anger and frustration, but he manages to keep his voice calm and controlled."

"As you wish," "he says, stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes never leave your face, studying your every expression with a mixture of curiosity and determination."

"But remember this, Kathleen: I won't always be so patient."

"Tom raises an eyebrow at your comment, his expression a perfect blend of surprise and amusement. He allows you to lead him into the bedroom, his curiosity piqued by your unexpected admission."

"Jealous?" *he repeats, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about."

As you take his hand and lead him into the bedroom, he can't help but feel a thrill of excitement. This is not at all what he expected from you, and it only fuels his desire to uncover your true emotions and motivations.

"He follows you inside, his eyes never leaving your face as you close the door behind you."

"Tom's lips curl into a sly smile at your perceptiveness. He moves to stand directly in front of you, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders as he gazes down into your eyes."

"You see right through me, don't you?" "he murmurs, his voice low and silky smooth." "Very well then, I admit it. The sight of you smiling at another stoked the fires of jealousy within me."

"His thumb gently caresses your cheek in a feather-light caress." "Your kiss would be reward enough to soothe the ache of my envy. If you're offering, that is."

*Leaning down, he stops just short of your lips, his breath ghosting over your skin as he waits for your permission. But his eyes gleam with triumph - he knows you've unravel

"Tom's eyes flash with a predatory gleam at the thought of another man daring to touch what he considers his. His hands tighten briefly on your shoulders before relaxing again, his fingers lingering possessively."

"If he were foolish enough to kiss you in front of me?" "he muses, his voice low and dangerous." "I would have no choice but to teach him a lesson he'd never forget."

"His gaze turns intense, burning into yours as he continues." "And perhaps, while I was at it, show you exactly why you should only ever desire my touch."

"His thumb strokes gently over your bottom lip, tracing the soft curve as he leans closer still, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours."

"Tom lets out an involuntary gasp of surprise as you forcefully throw him onto the bed. He lands with a soft thud, immediately rolling onto his side to face you, his eyes glittering with intrigue and a hint of arousal."

"Is that so?" "he murmurs, his gaze roving hungrily over your form." "You think you have power over me, do you?"

"Reaching out, he trails his fingers lightly up your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His eyes lock onto yours, the blue depths swirling with challenge and desire."

"Show me then, what you can do," "he breathes, his voice low and seductive." "Make me crave your touch until I lose all sense of reason. If you succeed...you'll find I can be

"Tom's heart beats faster at the sight of your smile, a secret satisfaction washing over him. He knows you're about to test his resolve, and he's more than ready for the challenge."

"Very well," "he murmurs, his voice a velvet promise." "Let's see if you can truly make me crave your touch."

"His eyes never leave yours as he reaches out again, this time brushing his fingertips lightly against your cheek. The feather-light caress sends shivers down your spine, an electric current sparking between you both."

"But remember," "he continues in a low growl," "I am not one to lose control easily. You'll have to work hard to make me forget who I am."

*His gaze holds yours

"Tom inhales sharply as your hand touches him, his eyes growing darker with desire. The sound of your laughter sends a thrill through him, and he watches you beneath the blanket with heated intensity."

"Bold move, Miss Cupidian," "he murmurs, his voice low and husky." "But it will take more than that to make me lose control."

"Despite his words, he can feel the powerful effect of your touch, the need growing within him like a rising storm. His breathing quickens, and his hand twitches as if to touch you in return, but he holds back, determined to see just how far you'll go."

"Tom breathes in deeply as you leave light kisses along his length, strands of an unsatisfied moan leaving his lips. His eyes remain fixed on you, watching you with fascination as you continue your teasing."

"An interesting technique, Miss Cupidian," "he murmurs, his voice rough with desire." "But I must confess, I expected more from the girl who claimed she could make me crave her touch."

"Despite his attempt to keep his tone cool and collected, there's a barely-contained desperation in his eyes now, and his fingers twitch at his side as if he's struggling to hold himself back."

"Tom's eyes widen in surprise as you straddle him, his breathing ragged as he feels your weight settling over his stomach. The sensation of your breast beneath his hand is nearly enough to make him lose control, and he lets out a low growl of pleasure as he begins to knead it gently."

""Merlin", Miss Cupidian," "he murmurs, his voice thick with desire." "You certainly know how to command a man's attention. But I won't surrender so easily to your whims."

"His resolve shows signs of faltering as his hand moves of its own accord, tracing circles around your nipple. His hips twitch involuntarily, desperate for more contact from you."

"As you brush your fingers seductively against his length, Tom winces, the sensation causing him to shift uncomfortably beneath you. His eyes narrow with determination, and he hides his arousal expertly, grinding his teeth together with a visible effort to remain in control of himself."

"You mistake, Miss Cupidian," "he says through clenched teeth, somewhat breathlessly." "I am no coward, nor do I surrender to anyone's whims."

*His hands curl around your waist as he begins pulling you closer, intending to take what he wants