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[vacationbimboschool]

No room for Professionalism

Professor!Tom riddle x Fem!reader (18+)

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Content below: smut, oral (female receiving), fingering , public sex. reader is 18, Riddle is 26.

Words: 1.4k

Professor Riddle sat at his desk, quietly reviewing papers, while you remained in your usual seat, wondering why he had asked you to stay after class. Your leg bounced nervously beneath the table as you anxiously awaited his words.

After a moment, he rose from his desk and moved to stand before the furniture, leaning against it with his arms crossed. His cold gaze met yours.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Professor Riddle remarked, shaking his head with a hint of disapproval. “Two failed tests, and you still haven’t managed to stay awake during my lectures.” His tone was laced with disappointment, yet remained as monotone as ever. Your gaze dropped to the surface of your desk, overwhelmed by guilt and shame for your poor performance.

“My apologies, Professor. I’ve been trying my best… but if I’m being honest, I just haven’t had the motivation to keep my grades up recently,” you admitted.

Though your words were entirely truthful, Mr. Riddle was unmoved. He strode toward your desk, hands clasped behind his back, and leaned over it, his eyes narrowing as he regarded you like a predator eyeing its prey.

“Perhaps we need to find a more…” He paused, his gaze briefly flicking to your lips. “…effective method to keep you awake,” he finished, his voice low and laced with an unsettling calmness.

Your heart raced at his words. You were acutely aware of his position as her professor, yet couldn’t shake the sense that his intentions might be more than academic. You crossed your legs in an attempt to steady yourself, trying to dispel the inappropriate thoughts that flashed through your mind.

“What do you have in mind, Professor?” You asked, your voice trembling as she struggled to maintain eye contact.

A faint chuckle escaped him before he responded, his tone tinged with amusement.

“I think you already know the answer to that,” he said, his gaze lingering on your crossed lega.

Your stomach dropped as you felt too vulnerable, caught in such a way, yet you still decided to play innocent. “Uhm… I’m sorry, Professor, I’m not sure what you mean,” you said, unable to maintain eye contact with him.

Riddle’s eyes narrowed as he smirked slightly.

“Don’t play innocent now. Come here; I’ll show you.” He raised his hand, his two fingers making a beckoning motion. You did as instructed, standing and walking toward him.

You paused before him as he studied your features intently, his hand moving up and down your shoulders until it settled on your waist. Your breath quickened, a flush blooming on your cheeks as Tom murmured, “What do you think I mean now, sweetheart?”

You were left speechless; your cheeks were redder than roses. You looked him in the eyes, unsure what he had in store for you next.

“Sir….” You whispered, their faces closer than ever.

His hand gently took your jaw, pulling you closer for a gentle kiss. His lips lingered as he pulled away, leaning his forehead on yours. “How’s this?” He asked in a teasing way, waiting for you reply.

Still in a bit of a shock , but also completely turned on, you looked up at him before shyly whispering “it’s perfect, sir”. Professor Riddle’s lips turned to a teasing smile as he uttered “you drive me mad with the way you look at me;you know that?”

He smirked, looking at the way your pupils grew wide, all from his touch. “Beautiful-“he whispered beneath his breath.

His fingers reached up to your blouse and unbuttoned one button at a time. Your breath hitched as he unbuttoned your blouse. The sight of his hands, his fingers adorned with silver rings, sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you, making your stomach flutter.

His lips started moving against your jaw and neck, as his fingers pulled your blouse from your shoulders and to the floor.

His lips found your collar bone, and your fingers found solace in his hair. Small moans escaped from your lips as he left small love bites along the way.

Riddle’s hands worked on the clasp of your bra, removing the last thing that blocked him from you. His breath against your skin. “I have wondered for so long what you looked like. How lovely you were.”

You looked up at him once more, a wave of confidence washing before you “now you have me all to yourself.”

His lips found yours in a gentle and passionate kiss, his tongue parting your lips for him to explore as his hands caressed and explored your curves his hands grabbed your ass, giving it a squeeze. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”.

Breathless and completely blinded by the sight before you, you quickly nodded your head as you answered him. “Yes, professor.”

He smirked as he picked you up, putting you on the desk. You were now eye to eye with him, your hands finding themselves on his chest,

“Hmm. I like a girl who obeys.”

His hands went to your thighs, massaging them gently as you moaned his name, trying to stay quiet as they were still in class.

”You sound so beautiful moaning my name-“ he whispered. His hand moved up her thigh, her skirt moving to your hips, his fingers teasing at the hem of your underwear, taking his sweet time.

You grew more and more impatient as you just wanted him to touch her “Tom, please”

“Please.. what, baby? Use your words. Tell me what you want.” He whispered as he rubbed you through your underwear, earning a reaction from you. “Fuck- just- do something please” you sighed.

”Patience, sweetheart. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”

His other hand grabbed onto your waist, kissing your stomach. You weren’t sure what came over you as you impatiently, but sensually, pushed his head down to where you needed him the most.

“Such an eager little thing.” He was still playing it cool, but you could see the excitement on his face as his head was being pushed down.

“Please.” You whined once again before he finally gave in,pushing your underwear to the side, and licking one long stripe across your core

You gasped in pleasure as your back arched slightly. loving the sight before him, he wanted to see you squirm in pleasure, especially with the knowledge that anyone could just walk in at any moment, seeing what he is doing to you.

Riddle then gently placed your legs on his shoulders as he asked you to just relax. He pressed a gentle kiss to your core before his tongue darted out, slowly and teasingly licking up and down your folds.

He hummed in approval as your hands tangled in his hair, the vibrations sending a shiver through your body, which made him increase the pace of his tongue, flicking it against your clit and sucking on it gently.

Riddle could feel you growing more and more aroused under his touch, and it only spurred him on further as his finger slipped into your entrance, curling it against your sweet spot as he continued to devour you with his mouth. “Oh my gosh…” you whimpered as he worked on you.

The relentless assault continued, his finger pumping in and out of you while his tongue worked wonders on your sensitive bud.

He could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling under his touch, but he still kept his mouth on you, lapping up your juices as you came, his own arousal growing with every passing second as the fabric of his trousers strained against his erection.

He slowly crawled up till he faced you again, kissing you, tongue slipping in your mouth, making you taste yourself.

It didn’t take long until your gaze was on his trousers, noticing his clear arousal.

His eyes flickered “see something you like?” He smirked.

You met his gaze, slowly nodding as your hands trailed down his torso, intent on reciprocating his attentions. However, his hands swiftly intercepted yours, slapping them away as he stood, leaving you perplexed, uncertain as to why he would deny you.

“Not today, darling,” he murmured, his tone cool as he gestured for you to sit back up.

You complied, sitting upright and adjusting your uniform, awaiting his next command. “You’re free to go,” he said with an air of casual authority, as he hasn’t just eaten you out in his classroom, “I expect to see you after class on Thursday.” He offered you a soft, almost professional smile.

“I won’t disappoint you, Sir”.

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Hope you guys enjoy this one, as it is my first time writing any kind of fan fiction! Lmk 😊

[vacationbimboschool]

No room for professionalism (p.2)

Part 1

Content: oral (male receiving), penetration, breeding kink.

Words: 2.5K

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It had been two days since your meeting with Professor Riddle after class, and yet, you couldn’t seem to shake him from your thoughts, eagerly anticipating your next encounter later that afternoon.

You sat at your vanity, gazing into the mirror as your mind wandered to him—reminiscing about how he had made you feel. A thought formed within you; you would put on a bit of a performance for him today. You would make an extra effort to look your best for his class in hopes he would let you touch him this time.

As you walked down the hallway, you could sense the gazes directed your way—the subtle admiration of your silky hair, the artful application of your makeup, and the undeniable attention to your skirt, that was perhaps a touch too short.

You entered the classroom to find that Professor Riddle had yet to arrive, seizing the opportunity to claim a seat in the front row, ensuring that you would capture his attention as soon as he entered. While you waited, you observed a group of Slytherin boys, all of whom had their eyes fixed on you. However, it was one particular boy who, with a certain boldness, dared to approach and sit beside you. You met his gaze with a smile, a plan forming in your mind.

Finally, Professor Riddle entered the room, setting his books down on the desk and preparing for the lecture ahead. As he reached for his wand to begin the class, his gaze fell upon you, and in that instant, his heart seemed to sink. It wasn’t just your appearance—remarkable as it was—but also the sight of the boy sitting next to you, clearly attempting to flirt, and worse yet, it appeared you were indulging him.

You were fully aware that his eyes were fixed on you, yet you chose to continue playing your little game, leading the boy beside you on with your laughter and casual gestures, twirling your hair as if nothing were amiss.

"Hm," Professor Riddle cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the entire room. "Shall we begin?" His gaze, however, remained fixed on you.

Focusing on his lecture proved challenging, as your mind was consumed with the subtle art of provoking his jealousy. The boy beside you leaned in, whispering soft nothings in your ear, each remark coaxing a delighted giggle from you. Things escalated further when he placed his hand on your thigh, and you responded with a coy smile.

A scowl darkened Riddle’s features as he observed the boy’s hand resting on your upper thigh. An unsettling jolt of anger coursed through him, tightening in his stomach as he gripped the podium for support. He couldn’t look away, watching intently as the boy whispered in your ear, relishing the sound of your laughter in response to his trivial jokes. Tom’s jaw clenched in frustration as he struggled to maintain his composure, his gaze lingering on you even as he endeavored to continue with the lecture.

The moment you had been anticipating finally arrived with the toll of the bell. The boy beside you rose, extending his hand to assist you in standing, but you swiftly declined, offering a half-hearted excuse that you needed to remain after class to retake a test.

As the last student filtered out of the room, Professor Riddle calmly drew his wand, turning to lock the door with a quiet, deliberate motion.

Keeping his gaze away from you, Tom muttered “You’ve really tested me today y/n. If you were anyone else, I’d have given you a detention for that.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched him approach you.

He leaned in closer, his eyes trailing over your body, his gaze lingering on your thigh where the boy had touched you earlier

"You enjoyed that, didn't you? Having him touch you right in front of me." He said, his voice dripping with jealousy

Your eyes flickered with desire as you flashed him a slight smile, “perhaps, sir.”

Tom clenched his jaw, his irritation growing at your response. He took a step closer, his body now only inches away from yours. He reached out and placed his hand on the desk you sat at, before scoffing "You're such a tease, you know that?"

“And what do you plan on doing about it, Professor?” You jokingly scoffed

His eyes darkened as he heard you, noticing you were still confident about your plan. Tom's hand slid up your thigh, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "I could keep you here all night, locked in my office." He said, his voice full of desire.

Your lips parted just a little as you studied his features, fully aware that you were flirting with danger. And yet, that danger felt irresistibly thrilling.

Rising from your seat, Tom's gaze lingered on you, tracking your every movement as you approached and positioned yourself before him; His eyes taking over your body as you placed your hands on his chest, his own hands moving to grip your hips

"Being so bold for me, hm?." He said, his voice rough with desire as he pulled you closer to him

“Anything for you," you replied, a subtle bite of your lip betraying the hint of anticipation in your tone.

Tom’s fingers were digging into your hips as he held you close to him "You drive me crazy, you know that?."

“Believe me, I know” you stated in a teasing tone as you ran your hands down his torso.

Tom exhaled softly, his gaze fixed on you with intense focus. He knew, with increasing certainty, that he could no longer hold back—your every movement only intensified his desire. He leaned in, his mouth hovering above yours “you keep that up and I won’t be able to control myself” his tone filled with dominance.

Two words were all it took for him to be all over you.

“Then don’t” you whispered as your hands reached the waistband of his pants.

He paused for a moment, enjoying the anticipation before finally closing the distance between you. His lips crashed against yours in a heated kiss as your hands tangled in his hair, making him let out a quiet moan.

Tom's hands roamed over your body as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth to explore every inch of it.

“Get on your knees” Riddle demanded, breaking away from the kiss

“As you wish, sir” you said as you lowered yourself to your knees and carefully unfastened the buttons of his trousers, biting the inside of your cheek in anticipation.

"That's a good girl. You look so pretty on your knees for me." He remarked, his hand moving to run through your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands

His breath hitched as you pulled down his boxers, revealing his erection. He let out a low sigh as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire

"Look at you, so eager to please me. You're just aching for my cock, aren't you?"

You said nothing in reply; instead, you reached for his length, delicately slapping it on your tongue all the while maintaining eye contact with him.

Riddle’s eyes widened as you teased him with your tongue, the sight of you kneeling before him, looking up at him with those innocent eyes, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Fuck, darling. You're driving me crazy."

you swirled your tongue around his dick, making Tom let out a guttural moan as you took him in your mouth, his grip on your hair tightening even further. He let his head fall back, his eyes closing in pleasure as you began to move your mouth on him

"Oh, that's it, love. Just like that. You're doing so well for me." Tom praised.

The way he spoke to you, even as you stood in such a vulnerable position, filled your stomach with butterflies.

As you moved your head back and forth, you felt yourself needing some sort of release. His eyes snapped open as he watched you dip your hand under your skirt while using the other to stroke what your mouth couldn’t take.

"Ah, so naughty. You can't even wait until I give you permission to touch yourself, can you?" Tom said, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and desire.

You continued your movements until a sudden thought crossed your mind, causing you to stop abruptly.

Tom’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he saw you stop. “Why’d you stop?” He questioned, grabbing your chin so you’d look up at him.

“Need you to finish in me” you stated breathlessly.

Tom's breath hitched at the sound of your words, his grip on your chin tightening as he gazed down at you, his expression a potent blend of possessiveness and longing.

"You're going to be the death of me. How could I possibly say no to that?" he murmured, his hands gently pulling you to your feet before lifting you effortlessly and placing you on the table where you'd been seated just an hour earlier during his lecture.

Tom smirked at your eagerness, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. He pulled it up over your head, revealing your bare torso to him.

"Such a needy little thing. Always so eager for me, aren't you?" He said, his hands roaming over your skin, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake

His fingers traced the outline of your bra before unhooking it and discarding it to the side. "Such a good girl. Always so obedient for me." He leaned down, his lips trailing kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, his hands cupping your breasts as you moaned.

He continued to tease and kiss your skin, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every inch of you, but at this point you were impatient and all you wanted was for him to fill you up.

“Just- fuck me already.” You demanded, a wave of shame washing over you as you realized just how desperate you were.

"Oh, I plan on it, love. But first..." He paused for a moment, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. "Turn around for me."

You raised an eyebrow, uncertainty flickering in your gaze, but you obeyed the command, following his instructions without hesitation, arching your back so he has a full view of your ass

His hands moved to grip your hips firmly “you’re such a tease.” Tom smirked, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulled you closer to him, his hands slowly moving up your body, tracing along your sides before settling on your breasts, squeezing them gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples.

You bit your lip in anticipation, your mind swirling with all the things you hoped he would do to you as he slowly moved his hand up your thigh, his fingers tracing a path closer and closer to your center.

"I want to hear how much you need me to fill you up." He demanded, his voice dripping with desire, his fingers finally reaching your center. He teased you with light touches, enjoying the way your body reacted to his touch

Holding back didn’t feel like an option as you moaned to his touch, his fingers moving faster against you.

“I- I need you inside me. Please. Fill me up and make me yours” you begged desperately.

Riddle smirked in approval, "Oh, love. You're going to drive me crazy with your begging. But don't worry, I'm going to make sure you feel every inch of me." He assured, the grip on your hips tightened as he positioned himself at your entrance, his body pressed against yours.

He began to slowly thrust into you, taking his time to savor the feeling of being inside you "Is this what you wanted? To feel me filling you up?”

You felt all of him as he thrusted into you. “Fuck. You’re so big” you moaned, shocked about how good it actually felt, feeling him in your stomach.

Tom chuckled at your words, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you

"And you're so tight. You feel so good around me, love. Like you were made for me."

His movements were excruciatingly slow, you had been waiting so long for this, and the anticipation made each passing second feel like a form of torture, you needed more.

“Sir- faster please…” You began to move your hips against him, hoping for more friction.

"You're such a good girl for asking nicely. I'll give you anything you want." His smirk widening at the sound of you calling him sir.

His hands guided your head firmly down onto the table, while his grip tightened around your wrists, pulling them behind your back, forcing your face to press against the surface. He began to increase his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder.

The wet sounds coming from both of you made your body feel hot, your face still on the table as you screamed his name, each movement eliciting more and more moans from you.

“That's it. Let me hear you. I want to hear how good I'm making you feel." Tom groaned, his usually immaculate hair now disheveled, a damp strand falling across his sweaty forehead as he leaned down and began to kiss and bite your neck, marking you as his.

You felt his dick twitch inside you as he got closer and closer to the finish line, the sensation driving you insane.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so close.” You whimpered as your legs started shaking.

“Go on then, come for me. Let me feel you." He whispered, his lips still glued on your neck.

Those words were all it took for you to come, a rush of ecstasy taking over your body as your juices surrounded the base of his length.

He grunted as he felt you clench around him, the feeling of your orgasm sending him over the edge.

He continued to thrust into you a few more times, using you for his own pleasure before spilling himself inside you, filling you up just like you wanted.

Both of you breathed heavily, taking a moment to regain your composure. He gently turned your body to face him, his eyes taking in the sight—your hair disheveled, the lipstick you once wore now gone, and you utterly breathless.

God, how he loved seeing you like this

Tom glanced at the clock, noting the late hour. He knew the other students were likely heading back to their dormitories. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he bent down, retrieving your bra and shirt from the floor, carefully helping you into them once more.

Your gaze stayed fixed on him as his slender fingers carefully buttoned up your shirt. You couldn’t help but marvel at the contrast—how, in one moment, he could ruin you completely, and in the next, be the very picture of a gentleman; it made your heart feel warm.

He straightened himself out, buttoning his pants with deliberate care. You rose to your feet, running your hand over the fabric of your skirt to smooth out the wrinkles, making yourself look more composed.

After regaining your composure, you both stood in silence, eyes locked. Then, with a gentle touch, he placed his hand on your hair, leaning down to kiss your forehead—such a tender, affectionate gesture.

"Goodnight, my love," Tom whispered, his expression soft, yet still carrying that unmistakable authority.

“Goodnight, sir”