•~slytherin boys reacts/one shots/smvt~•

☆ jealousy ☆

(enemies with sexual tension)
triggers:
degradation, slight violence, threats,

THIS STORY WILL BE BASED OFF A SONG! THE SONG:
BATHROOM BY MONTELL FISH
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The green, flashing lights surrounded me as I danced without a care in the world. Me and my best friend, Pansy, were the stars of the night. We didn't leave the dance floor once. Slytherin had won the Quidditch match that night, and I had scored the winning hit. We obviously needed to be celebrated.
Chants filled the room: "Y/n, Y/n, Y/n!". I was picked up, and almost chucked around the room. Everyone wanted to congratulate me on my talents. When I was finally able to, I snuck away for a moment to clear my head. I finally slumped down onto the black, leather sofa, exhausted from the dancing; all this socialising was really wearing me out.
Sat across from me was my enemy. Tom Riddle. I hate him. Although I really don't know why; it seems that if he hates someone, the victim returns the feeling. It truly baffles me as to why I really hate the man. Do I really hate him? Am I trying to disguise the feelings I may have for him?

No

Stop thinking like this. I don't like him.

Do I?

It was only when a slight movement opposite me brought me back down to earth. Back into reality. It was then that I realised the movement was a boy in my year, rising from his seat and walking over to me. A boy named Evan slowly made his way over to me. He was confident. Too confident. It made me uncomfortable, as I watched him make his way to the sofa I was sat on.
He sat. Right next to me. I looked around, trying to make him get the hint, I didn't want his presence. I only wanted to be in the comfort of my own thoughts.
I continued to look around, trying to attract attention from anyone to help me get out of this situation.
"You're gorgeous you know, y/n right?", Evan said.
"Uhhh yeah, and thank you", I replied, still not looking at him.
"Anytime princess", he placed his hand on my thigh. It's a surprise I didn't throw up then and there, I felt uncomfortable. I needed to get out, away from his grip.
I tried to scramble away from him, but his grip only got tighter. His other hand grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him, he turned my face to his and breathed my name. His breath smelt of pure alcohol, and a hint of weed lingered. I closed my eyes.
When nothing happened, I opened my eyes, only to see Tom Riddle standing over me. Over an almost lifeless body.
"Let's go," he says, emotionless.
"W-what?".

Before I could say another word, he had picked me up and thrown me over his shoulder. I tried not to giggle, I really did, but I couldn't help it. My low laughs slowly turned into loud eruptions of laughter as he carried me towards his private dorm.
When he had opened the door, he gently placed me down and backed me up against it. I, unfortunately, still couldn't control my own laughter, and was smirking. A devilish little smirk.
"What are you laughing at? I don't find anything funny," Tom said, a small smirk emerging on his lips.
"I didn't realise you were the jealous type.."
"Yeah, well, I don't like when people touch what's mine." He said, flatly. I giggled at his response, when suddenly I felt a wave of confidence.
"Tom?"
"Yes doll?"
"Kiss me"
"Wh-". He didn't get to finish his sentence when I grabbed his collar and pulled him down to my lips. He immediately kissed back and began to back me up towards the bed. He pulled away, unzipped my tight dress and let it fall to the ground, revealing my black, laced set.
"You're so gorgeous doll," he said, admiring my body.
He brought me close again and kissed me, but this time, more aggressive, yet still passionate. Whilst maintaining the kiss, he began to unbutton his white dress shirt. Teasing me by unbuttoning painfully slowly. When he had finally taken off his shirt, he started unbuckling his black belt. Once he had done this, he swiftly picked me up and placed me on the bed.
I softly moaned into his ear, which seemed to only make him go feral.
"Don't do that doll, or you might not live to see the punishments," he growled. I giggled at this and hooked my hands around his neck. His lips made their way towards my neck and began to nip and suck at it, leaving hickies and love bites. Marking me as his. Claiming me.
His fingers finally made their way down to my wet underwear, pushing them aside and drawing small, fast circles on my sensitive clit. I moaned into his ear and he stopped his actions, making me groan in disbelief.
"What did I say?".
"Sorry Tommy"
He continues, but this time, he stands up, and undoes his trousers. He lets them fall to the ground, along with his boxers. My eyes fell to his hard erection. Before I could stop myself, I reached out and grab his throbbing dick into my hands. I teased it a little before rubbing it painfully slowly.
"Fuck this" he says under his breath and pushed me down so my back meets the bed.
His dick lines up with my entrance and I wince when he starts to push it in. However, as I open my eyes to look up at him, I notice that his mood slowly changes to an angry, frustrated one.
"I bet you fucked him, didn't you slut".

I thought to myself:
You're filthy y/n. Why are you enjoying this? Stop it. Now.

"You did, didn't you? Filthy whore," he continued.
As he said this, his hard dick rammed into me. I moaned loudly, causing him to go feral. He leans over me, placing both hands either side of my head. He continues thrusting into me as I moan into the crook of his neck.
I feel the knot in my stomach begin to build up as I manage to moan out.
"Tom. Tom I'm so close"
He doesn't reply and keeps grunting with pleasure.
"I bet he doesn't fuck you like I do, right y/n?"
"Tom, w-we've never d-done anything, I s-swear."

We're both moaning messes by now, as I feel the knot in my stomach begin to unravel.
"Tom, I'm coming." I say, as I come over his dick that is still thrusting in and out of me.
He keeps thrusting until I finally feel his dick twitch repeatedly, and feel his warm come fill me up.
"I guess we're not enemies anymore then y/n." Tom says as he collapses beside me.
"I guess not," I giggle as I watch him move up the bed. He gestures for me to join him and so I do.
For saying that he was full of aggression and anger just minutes ago, it seemed that now he was passionate and loving.
I leant my head on his chest and he began to play with my hair.
"I won't lie y/n, I've been wanting to do that for a long, long while."
I giggle as we both fall asleep to the sound of each others beating hearts.

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