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Tom Riddle X YN: Part 2

Flashback:

After the breakup, you were not doing well at all. Falling into a slight depression. Tom was right, your life was boring and lonely. And Tom fixed that.

One night as you lay into your bed, restless and in thought. The soft hum of the wind rustling outside. You like to sleep with the natural sound of nature, so you always sleep with your window open.

As you let yourself fall asleep to the memories of your relationship with Tom, you can't shake this nagging feeling.

Someone's watching you...

That was months ago. You thought there would be more consequences after breaking up with him but there was none. He simply hadn't cared enough to speak to you again.

Eventually things seemed to turn around for you, you ended up getting a boyfriend, Cedric Diggory.

He was the perfect man on paper but for you, you never wanted that. He is type of man, who gives you all the stability you could desire. A sweetheart with a solid sense of morality. A good man.

Tom was never a good man. He was a murderer, a manipulator, a stalker... But he never once claimed to be. He took pride in being different and he did what he wanted.

So when Cedric asked you on a date, a couple months after the breakup. You realized maybe you needed a relationship with a good guy who you needed. Instead of the complexity that you desired.

Cedric was sweet, he bought you flowers once a week, planned cute dates, and always checked on you.

The day he asked you to be his girlfriend was the day you got your first letter. It was on the door...

Hello my dear,

Did you really think you can just move on from me this way. You and I both know he is not who you need. You need me and I need you too. Don't let your need for normalcy, ruin what we had. Take heed to this because next time, I'll be a lot more direct.

-TR

Tom was back but you were not going to let him control your life anymore. That was the only letter you had got for a while. So much you finally got accustomed to everyday life without him.

Life with Cedric was nice, too nice. Too routine. You missed the uncertainty, the ambition, but most of all the passion. That's what your current relationship lacked.

One night after a date with Cedric, you walk into your house and there are flowers and another note.

You sigh, knowingly because they had to be from Tom. Even though you changed your locks, he was still somehow able to get into your house.

With trembling fingers you pick up the note from the table and start reading.

My dear YN,

I see you are on a date with that new boyfriend of yours. It looks painfully, unmistakably boring. I thought I helped you get over that. I once told you that you were extraordinary and yet you settle for someone so average as Diggory. But don't worry, I will always look out for you. He got you red roses tonight because he thinks they are every girls favorite but they aren' t yours are they? You love beautiful yellow chrysanthemums. So I got them for you. Do you see how much I care now, my love?

-TR

You lean down to smell the flowers he had left, that were always in your go-to flower vase. These were your favorites and only Tom would remember such an insignificant detail like that.

After that night, you got a letter every day. They started to become the highlight of your day. Every time you would get home from work or hanging out with Cedric, a letter would always be waiting for you.

Some explicitly describing what he would do if he was there or how much he wants to kill Cedric for being able to breathe the same air as you.

But unlike before, Tom began to move or do subtle things around your house. Sometimes you would come home and your clothes were folded or your bed was made. And on the more extreme spectrum, he would take multiple pairs of your underwear. You could only imagine what he does with them.

He was more crazy than the last time.

The next day couple days, you were left on edge., thinking about the next note that you would receive.

One night, you lay in your bed thinking about Tom. His unrelentless passion, that leaves you wanting more. Even though you dumped him, he still wanted more.

If only he wasn't so crazy.

Every night that you have your window open, you can't help but think maybe he is in the woods watching you. Watching you sleep, watching you... pleasure yourself.

The last time you did, you received a note from Tom the next night.

Flashback:

Dear YN,

Do you think about me? I know you do. You are the most beautiful when you are rubbing your clit but yet your thoughts are filled with me. I watch you sometimes and read your mind. And all you think about is me. Why torture yourself baby? Don't you still want me?

-TR

That was last week, yet you weren't able to shake the feeling.

As you finally start to drift off, you hear glass break downstairs. Your eyes immediately open as you don't dare to move.

Someone was in your house and you knew who it might be. But Tom never made a mess like this before. Breaking glass was new for him.

You quietly get out of bed and grab the knife you keep in your bedside drawer as you creep down the stairs.

Once you reach the bottom step, you look around searching the area. You keep your steps light, careful not to make a sound.

You notice something on your kitchen table. Something blue that is bunched up. Albeit it being dark, it was still visible in the darkness. You walk up to it slowly and pick it up with shaky hands, revealing Cedric's shirt covered in blood.

This sent shivers down your spine. Tom was surely here.

"I am here, my dear." he says but you cannot see him.

"Tom, where are you? This isn't funny." your voice shakes with fear.

No, you weren't afraid of him but this made you nervous in anticipation.

"I killed him YN. With my bare hands. He thought he could steal my girlfriend," he rambles darkly.

You can hear his footsteps but you can't see him.

"Why did you break my window to get in here?" you ask, curiously. Walking around absentmindedly to find him

He hums for a second, "I needed your attention."

"I want to see you," you tell him.

You feel a presence behind you but you don't turn around. You were always so acutely aware that he was nearby. Almost like your hearts only started beating when you two were together.

"Turn around baby," he commands. His voice low and gravely in your ear.

You turn around slowly as you meet face to face with Tom.

He pulls you in by your waist, pulling your body flush against him.

"Tom, just stop." you say weakly.

You want him so badly but he is just such a psycho.

"You don't want that though. And I'm offended that you think I am crazy," his lips quirking up in a slight smile.

He strokes your hair at first and trails his fingers over your cheek, to your lips, down your neck.

"I missed you so much baby. Did you miss me," Tom asks lowly. You can feel the presence of his lips almost against yours.

"Yes... I did." you tell him the truth.

He captures your lips in a rough kiss, that leaves you wanting more. His grip on your waist doesn't waver as he presses you further against the counter.

You hardly have enough time to catch up with his kisses before he's trailing his lips down your neck. Sucking harshly on the area.

You gasp out at the painful but pleasureful sensation before he changes the side of your neck. He leaves dark marks on both sides of your neck as proof. Proof that no matter what you think, you are his and he is yours.

"Are you going to let me have you again? Will you be mine?" He locks eyes with you.

You hesitate and Tom looks away from you. He unbuttons his shirt off, one button at a time. Next, he reaches for his belt and takes it off.

"What are you doing," you ask him.

Tom says nothing before he grabs your wrist and bends you over the kitchen table.

He deftly pulls down your pajama shorts and this time you don't fight him. It has gone long enough and you can't further deny the inevitable fact that you missed him.

"Damn right, don't deny me anymore," he mumbles. More to himself rather than you.

He pulls down the rest of your bottoms and he roughly shoves his hand between your thighs. Feeling how wet you are from him.

"Tom come on. Just... please." you finally get out.

"Tell me you'll stay with me forever." He rubs his cock against your slicked folds. Pushing against but never in.

"Tom, I'll be yours forever," you pant.

You finally feel him enter you from behind. All of his length, stretching you to maximum capacity.

"Fuck," he mumbles, starting to move.

This whole moment seemed ethereal. He was finally back in your life again after you kicked him out. No matter what you seemed to do, he still wanted you.

"I always want you, my dear." he says deeply in your ear. Gripping your hips, pulling you against him. To make sure that you meet his thrusts with every single beat.

You moan as Tom picks his pace. You try to hold on to the table to try to brace yourself but it was no use.

Tom fucks you like a crazed man who is chasing to get whatever he can get his hands on.

"You feel so good. Am I making you feel good?"

You nod at his remarks, gradually getting lost in the intense pleasure.

"That's right whore. Only I can make you feel this way."

You instantaneously clench around him, causing him to groan in your ear.

His big hands grip your ass as his thrusts get out of rhythm and sloppy. You and him were both close.

"Can I cum, please," you say. Your voice strained from holding it.

"Yes, cum with me."

You finally let yourself go as Tom cums inside you, finally filling you up with his white essence. Tom never wasted time cumming inside of you. He was constantly breeding you in the past, to make sure you can get pregnant with his baby.

He pulls out of you slowly and turns you around. Hugging you.

"Thank you for giving me another chance, YN"

You nod as you lead him to your bedroom. As you both lay in your bed, you ask him. a question.

"Tom, do you know why I was never scared of you?"

His snap to yours, "I don't know. Because you find me hot."

"Did you think I was some naive girl living alone?" you ask him. He frowns at your comment.

"Why would you think that?"

"Because I left my door open for you. Always. I was never afraid of you because I knew you were stalking me from the start." you explain

Even more confusion crosses his face, "how would you know that."

"Before you discovered me, I knew you. You were brilliant, Tom. So when you finally gained an interest, I made my schedule predictable so you could find me."

"I... I can't believe that you did that." A sadistic smile crosses his face.

You shrug, "Well I knew I loved you from the start"

He kisses you softly, "I love you too my stalker."

Turns out you too were meant to be. The reason you broke up with Tom, all that while ago was because you didn't realize he was that crazy. You may be crazy but he will always be way more crazier than you.

The End.

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Tom Riddle X YN:

It all started 3 years ago when you started receiving full on love letters and poetry, talking about how beautiful you were. They were always left on the front door of your cottage.

You were flattered, to say the least. You had never really received any of that kind of attention so it was kind of endearing to have an admirer.

Over time, the notes got more explicit, he would talk about the look on your face when you made yourself cum. Or how he wishes he was there so he could help you out. The notes when from the cottage door to inside the cottage on the table.

He had been inside your house...

Nothing was ever moved around, it was just another note after another.

After a whole year of him stalking you, you would have never expected to come home from work at the ministry. To see him waiting for you in the living room.

You freeze as soon as you see him, he smirks at him. You knew you should probably be afraid and  run for your life or something, but whatever it was, you were simply drawn to him.

"Hello YN," his voice speaks, deep and raspy. Sending a shiver down your spine.

For a moment you were stunned in silence. Your hot stalker was in your house, like who wouldn't be stunned.

"...Hi," you say, after a few seconds.

He archs his eyebrow, watching you with curiosity.

"You are so much more beautiful in person, my love," he smirks at you.

"Thank you..." you pause, realizing you do not know his name.

"Riddle. Tom Riddle is my name." he says, his eyes searching your face.

"You have been stalking me," you comment

"And yet you aren't afraid of me"

He was telling the truth. As much as you should probably be afraid. He was watching you, stalking you for almost a year. He broke into your house more times than you can count but yet...

"You don't know that, I am very afraid." you tell him before he stands up.

Even from afar, he stands very much taller than you. At least 6'2.

"I was only stalking you for 10 months, 17 days" he looks down at his gold watch on his left wrist, "34 minutes and 6 seconds"

"You are a psycho, you should leave," you try to say sternly but your voice betrays you. There is a slight tremble that says that maybe you aren't as repulsed by him as you want to be.

"Be mine YN." he says lowly, before taking another step toward you

"I don't know you Tom," you whisper.

He finally reaches you, and lifts your chin up to force you to look at him, "but I know you, my love. Every god damn thing."

"Tell me about myself then"

"Every morning you get the same coffee, some caramel craze with extra espresso. You go to work at 9 am and don't get back until 5 on the dot."

"That's not that specific Thomas"

"That's not my name, YN. And fine, I know you don't like your job. You have always been more than just average so you need something extraordinary. Not just a 9 to 5. You are always alone, the friends you once had, now moving on with their life while you are stuck here. You are so beautiful yet you reject any male attention because you know they can't give you what you secretly desire. Is that correct?" He explains.

Everything he said was true, stuff you hadn't even realized you felt were simply laid out in front of you.

He clears his throat awaiting your response as he takes a step back.

"Yes, that is correct Tom. My life is boring."

He has no expression on his lips but his eyes... His eyes were what gave him character. They pierce your soul and all of his vulnerabilities seemed to be right there. He wanted you to want him too.

"Yes I do want you. So fucking bad, baby. Be mine YN."

You pause, you couldn't just be with him just like that, "I'll go on a date with you Tom. But don't expect anything more."

"I can work with that, and before long, it'll be more than just one date."

And that was the start of you guys' twisted relationship. Tom was nothing but dedicated to you.

He got you a spot to open a bookstore at Hogsmeade, which was something you had always wanted but were too scared to do.

He was everything you could have possibly wanted but his possessiveness was through the roof. He killed anyone who dared to look or think about you.

He will peer into other mens thoughts to see if they were thinking vile things about you and then kill him. He didn't want you going out the house without him and got jealous when you wanted to be alone.

He was purely unhinged. The sex was great, him always doing everything you desired. He could fuck you for hours at end and it was just never enough.

He could never get enough of you

Which led to you breaking up with him after two years. To say he took it "well" was an understatement of the year.

He tried to gaslight you into staying with him but it was just becoming too much for you. Too fast.

Tom Riddle X YN:

After the breakup, you were not doing well at all. Falling into a slight depression. Tom was right, your life was boring and lonely. And Tom fixed that.

One night as you lay into your bed, restless and in thought. The soft hum of the wind rustling outside. You like to sleep with the natural sound of nature, so you always sleep with your window open.

As you let yourself fall asleep to the memories of your relationship with Tom, you can't shake this nagging feeling.

Someone's watching you...