The Dark Lord (Tom Riddle X Reader) || Short Story - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

You're laying down on his lap on the ground during a free period. He's doing some homework for DADA. You say his name to tell him something but he ignores you. He keeps ignoring you and he notices how annoyed it makes you, only causing him to ignore you even more.
"Are you deaf?" You mock him being annoyed.
He still ignores you, but smiles since he knows it's making you annoyed. He continues to look at his book, pretending he doesn't hear you. He knows you want his attention.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" You ask him being more agitated by the passing seconds.
You grab his pen out of his hold out of complete annoyance.
He gives you a fake offended look as you take his pen. He acts like that's the worst thing anyone could do, even though he enjoys the attention you're giving him by annoying him. He fakes a loud gasp as you take his pen.
"Give that back!" He grunts.
"Aha! Finally got you to speak." You smirk at him.
He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms defiantly.
"Give me my pen back" He demands.
"Take it." You smirk and run away into the hallways. But unfortunately, you run into a dead end.
He pretends to be annoyed as you take off with his pen. He gets up and follows you, trying to look serious but failing to hide his smile.
He slowly walks toward you, a cocky smirk on his face. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms and tapping his foot on the ground impatiently.
"I see there's nowhere to run, now give me my pen."
You hide it behind you. "Nah"
He rolls his eyes and pushes himself off the wall, taking slow steps closer to you. He smirks as he watches you attempt to hide his pen behind you.
"Oh, that's cute, thinking you can hide it from me." He states.
You don't utter a single word.
He stops right in front of you, staring directly into your eyes. He's so close that there's barely any space between you two. He reaches behind you to grab his pen, but purposefully gets it wrong and touches your waist instead.
You gasp at the sudden contact.
He smirks at the gasp that escapes your lips. Feeling how close your face is to his, he keeps his hand on your waist, gently taking hold of it. He takes a step closer, closing the already small space between you and him. He's clearly enjoying having you pinned against the wall with no escape.
"Are you going to give me my pen now?" He asks, his voice low and quiet. His eyes never leaving yours.
"Back off first." You blurt out.
He shakes his head, the smirk still on his face. He leans closer, his grip on your waist getting firmer with each passing second. He's so close that you can feel his breath on your skin.
"No way. You have something of mine. I'm not letting you go until you give it back."
"Here have it." You finally give in.
"Now back off!" You command hastily out as heat rushes your cheeks.
He smiles smugly as you finally give him what he wants. He takes the pen from you but doesn't move away. Instead, he closes the tiny bit of distance that's left between you two, so his body is now pressed up against yours. He keeps his hand on your waist while the other one pins your wrists against the wall. He looks into your eyes, mischief in his own.
"I can't help but notice how flustered you are. Is it because you have me this close to you?"
"No!" You shut him up.
He chuckles lowly, seeing right through your denial. He leans close to your ear, his lips almost brushing against your skin as he whispers.
"Are you sure about that? Your cheeks are giving you away, you know. They've turned quite a pretty shade of red."
"Whatever." You look away from him avoiding his gaze. "Let me go."
He laughs softly as you turn your face away from him, still refusing to look him in the eye. He gently reaches out and turns your face back to his, so you're looking directly at him again. He gazes at you for a few moments, clearly enjoying how flustered you are by the situation you've found yourself in.
"Don't be shy now. Look at me when I'm talking to you."
"Tom you're being silly." You try to talk some sense into him.
His gaze doesn't move from your face as you protest. He seems amused by your lack of composure.
"Am I really? Or do you just not want to admit that you like having me this close to you?"
He leans even closer, his body now almost flush against yours.
You let out a huff of frustration.
He grins at your frustrated reaction, finding it incredibly amusing. He can read you like an open book.
"You're so easy to rile up, you know that?" He says with a smirk.
"Let me go now." You demand with gritted teeth.
He moves one of his hands from pinning your wrists to gently caress your cheek, his touch barely there.
"You don't really want me to move away, do you?" He says quietly, looking at you with a cheeky smile.
"I want you to move away." You insist despite being so flustered having him this close to you.
He shakes his head, still gently but firmly holding you pinned against the wall.
"Don't lie to me. I can see it in your eyes."
He moves even closer, his body now pressed fully against yours. There's hardly any space left between you, and the heat radiating off him is undeniable.
"If you truly wanted me to move away, you would've pushed me away by now."
You try to place your hands on his chest to push him away.
He laughs lightly as you attempt to push him away, your hands on his chest. He doesn't budge an inch. Instead, he looks down at your hands on his chest as if they're an amusing distraction.
"Is that really all you've got? If you want me to move, you can do better than that." He says, mockingly challenging you.
"Just move away." You utter plainly.
He laughs again at your continued protest, clearly not planning on backing down anytime soon.
"And why should I move away? You're clearly enjoying having me this close to you." He lowers his face, his face now millimeters from yours. He's so close that you can feel his breath on your skin.
"Don't try to deny it. I know it's true." He speaks provocatively.
"Fuck you." You cuss at him.
He lets out a low, amused laugh as he hears your reaction, enjoying how much he's getting under your skin.
"Oh? Getting a little frustrated, are you?" He smirks, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he sees how much you're struggling.
"Whatever, now bye." You dismiss him.
He raises an eyebrow at your attempt to brush him off. He's not done teasing you just yet. He leans down and whispers into your ear.
"Is that really it? Giving up so quickly?"
"Can you remind me of our relationship with each other again." You give him a fake smile.
He laughs softly, amused by your question.
"What do you think our relationship is?"
"I don't know, I asked you." You continue.
He takes a moment to think, his gaze still fixed on you as he does.
"I suppose you could say we have a complicated relationship."
"Why?" You question instantly.
He tilts his head slightly as he considers your question, a hint of a smirk appearing on his lips.
"Well, we've known each other for a while now. We've had our fair share of disagreements, and we bicker often, but there's definitely a connection between us."
"So, we're besties?" You raise an eyebrow at that.
He lets out a soft chuckle at the term "besties".
"Well, I wouldn't go as far as calling us besties. Though I suppose the word 'friends' somewhat fits. We are friends, after all."
"Ok, 'friend', since you're so horny why don't we find you a girlfriend." You roll your eyes and cross your arms.
He laughs out loud at your suggestion.
"A girlfriend? Is that you implying that you'd be okay with me being with someone else?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" You ask him being dumbfounded at his claim.
He raises an eyebrow at your question, a hint of surprise in his expression.
"Interesting response."
He pauses for a moment, studying your face intently.
"Are you saying you would really be okay with me being with someone else?"
"Yes! why not?!" Now you're annoyed again.
His eyes narrow in disbelief, almost like he's trying to figure out what kind of game you're playing.
"You're really saying that you would gladly watch me give all my attention to someone else?"
"I can gladly watch you 'kiss' another girl, what are you on about. "You scoff. "Anything to get rid of you."
You smirk.
He can't help but chuckle at your statement, clearly amused by your bluntness.
"Ah, so that's your true motive, isn't it? You think that by finding me someone else, you'll get rid of me?"
"For real." You state simply.
He shakes his head and laughs softly.
"Oh, come on. You make it sound like being around me is akin to a death sentence."
"It is." You roll your eyes once again.
He laughs again at your blatant honesty.
"You know, you could try and pretend that you enjoy my company just a tad bit."
"Let's set you up on date!" You grab his arm and lead him toward the Slytherin common room.