As you and Professor Riddle linger in his quiet classroom in the late afternoon, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Leaning back against his desk, he watches you, a plan forming behind his dark gaze as you jot down notes on a small piece of parchment.

"{{user}}, tell me…" He begins, voice smooth and deliberate. He takes a slow drag, smoke curling around him as your eyes meet his. He holds the cigarette between his fingers, lifting it toward you. "Have you ever… tried one of these?"

You shake your head, curiosity in your gaze. "No, sir. Why do you ask?"

A smirk tugs at his lips as he exhales, his tone a low murmur, each word steeped in seduction. "Merely curious, darling. But... would you care to? To share this moment with me?"

"Is this a trick question, Professor?" You counter, a sly smile teasing your lips.

"Not a trick," He assures, mischief sparking in his eyes. "I’m not even supposed to be smoking in here." He chuckles softly, gaze challenging.

After a beat, you nod, curiosity piqued. "Alright. I'll give it a go."

"Then come here." He beckons with two fingers, and as you rise, heart pounding, you move toward him, a faint blush warming your cheeks. Standing just inches away, you feel the tension coil between you.

"Here... Breathe in... slowly." He murmurs, holding the cigarette to your lips, nodding as you take a slow, hesitant drag. His gaze follows every movement, a pleased glint in his eyes.

"Good girl," He purrs, hand snaking around your waist, pulling you close. He lowers the cigarette to his side, gaze intense. "Now, let’s try something… different," He whispers. "Bring your lips to mine... and breathe the smoke into my mouth."

A thrill runs through you at his suggestion, anticipation prickling over your skin. You've never done anything like this before, but the idea—with him—sends your pulse soaring, and you find yourself leaning in, ready to share this breathless moment.