ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀʟᴏ — ( 𝟽 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs)
Pairing: bsf!Tom Riddle x Reader
Summary: when two best friends are locked in a closet and something unexpected happens between them.
Warnings & Tags: Tom Riddle, Mature Content, F!ngering, Bestfriend Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle x Reader, Tom Riddle x you, Tom Riddle bsf, Halloween party
Notes: DOLLIESSS IM SO SORRY FOR LATE HALLOWEEN POST :(( also guess who was an angel for Halloween?🤭 this is my second fic so feel free to leave your opinions and I hope I wrote goodd, I love youu guys so much
It is a damn stupid party.
The common room reeks of spilled alcohol and drugs, people making out in their stupid costumes. You are slumped in the corner, watching the mess, in your angel costume waiting for your best friend who is probably also snogging someone.
You lazily take another drink sighing.
"Bored already, Angel?" A husky voice mutters, the tone low and unamused. You glance in the direction which the voice comes. And there he is — grinning like a smug bastard still looking devilishly handsome. Head adorned with red glowing horns. "Took you long enough Riddle?" You say narrowing your eyes, the irritation in your voice clearly visible. He chuckles, before walking over and settling down on the couch beside you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders pulling you closer.
"Miss me?" To which you scoff and mutter, "Of course, when you practically abandoned me at this party." Tom only grins wider, the corner of his mouth curling. "Abandoned? I am making sure the party is worth staying at," he replies, eyes shimmering as they meet yours. You roll your eyes at him before saying "Checking what? That who you can make out with huh?"
He only chuckles at that. What a prick.
"C'mon, let's go see what those idiots are up to before you start judging me to death," He says before looking toward your group of friends, who sit in a circle laughing like maniacs, probably playing some games. You sigh before replying "Fine but you promise you won't get into trouble?" He smirks "No promises my dear."
Before you can roll your eyes again, he already leads you toward the group. As you guys reach there, your friends look up at you guys with stupid grins — heavily drunk. The two of you take the empty spots across from each other on the floor. That's when you notice the bottle sitting in the middle of the circle,
“What are you guys playing?” You ask Pansy who sits right beside you. "Oh! We're playing seven minutes in heaven."
Your brows shoot up. "You've got to be kidding me." Tom's grin widens from across the circle. "What's wrong, Angel? Scared of a little game?" You snap back, "In your dreams, honey."
Before he can respond, someone shouts, "Alright, next spin!" and Blaise leans forward, giving the bottle a hard twist. The bottle spins fast before gradually slowing down and finally stopping. As it stops, you freeze. It lands on you and Tom Riddle.
"What the heck—" Pansy cuts you off as she practically shoved you inside that closet. Now it is locked, you are stuck inside with him in this small closet.
The small space feels even tighter as your angel wings bump against the walls of the closet and his glowing red horns being the only source of light in the dark room. The silence is thick, you both can hear your own heartbeats. Tom doesn't move away instead he leans closer before whispering in a low voice,
“Relax." He says your name "I don't bite until asked nicely." Your breath hitches but you still manage to make a snarky remark "Good thing no one's asking then."
He tilted his head, eyes gleaming faintly in the dim light. “Maybe you should.”
You both go quiet again, the silence falling again. The seconds passed, and you could feel him watching you — it felt like he was staring into your soul. Out of nowhere his hand comes up brushing a loose strand of your hair before muttering lowly “Funny, you say you can’t stand me, yet here you are.” Your heart skipped a beat. Before you glared at him and muttered trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s not like I want this..”
A small smirk curved his lips. “Sure, Angel. Keep telling yourself that.”
The space between you felt smaller and smaller with the passing seconds. His gaze shifts to your lips then back to your eyes. But something in his look has changed his gaze is hungry, desperate and conflicted..?
His voice was heavy and raspy from need almost as if he was controlling himself when
he finally spoke again. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
You didn’t, you couldn’t.
When you didn’t respond he took it as a sign and his one hand moves to the nape of your neck and the other grips your jaw before pulling you in a rough and sloppy kiss. His hand tangling in your hair, the force of it making your wings hit the wall. He devours you like a man starved for days, groaning against your mouth before mumbling. “God.. This feels even better than I imagined.”
Imagined. He has thought about kissing you before? Just the thought of it makes your heart skip a beat. He pulls away just for a moment to look at you as you both are breathing heavily, you feel his head dipping low leaving red marks all over your neck. When you tried speaking you couldn’t form words — low grunts and moans filled the space. He kept kissing your neck meanwhile one of his knees slips between your thighs parting them, “Okay?” he whispers, his breath ghosting over your cheek as he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of your ear.
Only when you nod, his hand moves under your dress teasing under the thin material of your panties, brushing over your clit as he slides between your folds. You whimpered at the sensation — he breathlessly questioned. “You like that baby?” His voice was a whisper against your skin, you just nod tangling your fingers in his hair grounding yourself. His other hand finds your breast, fingers teasing your hardened peak through the fabric of your dress. You bury your head in his shoulder trembling with need.
“This?” He drawls, his thumb finally finding your puffy clit, teasingly swiping over the sensitive bud. It isn’t enough—it’s too light, too slow, your body writhing for more. He groans, the pad of his thumb rubbing tight circles on your swollen bud, You gasp as two of his fingers push into your wet entrance, and his thumb is still massaging your bud in slow circular motion. You squeeze him tight as his fingers hit the perfect spot inside your tight cunt again and again — your vision blurred, mind hazy.
The atmosphere is so ecstatic.
He can feel you are close, your walls clenching around his digits as he thrusts faster. You can feel the tight knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter.
And before you know it, it overtakes you, crushing you. Your body convulses around him, thighs trembling, eyes rolling back as you tumble over the edge. Tom works you through your orgasm expertly, only when you whimper in overstimulation he slowly withdraw his soaked fingers from your cunt, accompanied by a low groan, taking in how you look — disheveled and a mess, a beautiful mess “My angel, so beautiful and all mine.” leaning his forehead against yours kissing the tip of your nose and then you realize,
These were the best seven minutes of your life.
