the slytherin boys imagines and reacts

t.r ☆ all mine

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tom was a fucking lunatic. and that's being nice.

every single small thing you would mention that bothered you, would blow up into a heated screaming match, tom gas lighting you and manipulating you as if there was no tomorrow. it was always you that was the problem.

he was beyond protective - any guy who even looked, no, screw that, glanced at you, would end up in the infirmary with several broken bones - if he was lucky. you hated him and loved him at the same time, wanting to leave him but you were too in love. he made you feel things that no one ever could.

as usual, you were in his dorm having yet another screaming match about god knows what. "tom i'm so sick of you! everything that you do always seems to come back to me! how am i to blame for ethan looking at me?!" you were extremely passionate, trying to get your
point across but tom, as usual, wasn't listening.

"i don't get why you're so mad, i'm simply getting rid of any possible competition," tom shrugged.

"competition? tom, do you really think any sane guy would be willing to put their lives at risk for me?" you shoved him lightly in the chest with your finger. he was quiet. too quiet. "i'm so done with you. tom, i'm breaking up with you."

"no you're not," he chuckled.

"yes i am, i'm leaving and you're not going to do shit!" you walked past him, purposely barging into him and trying to leave through his door.

"don't even think about it," he grasped your wrist and pulled you in, you crashing into his chest.

"tom let go," you tried to wriggle out of his grasp but it was too tight.

"you don't get to break up with me," he looked down at you, his face absolutely blank. you couldn't spot a singular emotion if you looked at him with a magnifying glass.

"yes i do," you fought against his grasp but he had a true hold on you.

"no you don't. do you really think anyone is going to love you the way i do? put up with your shit? fuck you like i do?" you wanted to be mad but you hated to say that you were truly turned on.

"tom," you warned him.

"what, doll? truth hurts? you're all mine, forever, whether you like it or not," his lips crashed down onto yours and you folded a million times over. you were beyond desperate for him, kissing him like it was the last thing you were ever going to do. with his grip still around your wrists, he backed you up, then down onto his bed. "i don't want you to ever leave me," his lips harshly kissed your jaw, going down your neck as he marked you.

"tom please," you begged for his touch.

"good things come to those who wait," you felt his smirk on your neck as he bit down on it.

"all fours," he demanded and you obliged. "merlin, you're fucking soaked. i only ever want you to get this wet for me," you felt his thumb tease your slit through your thong.

you let out a moan as he moved the fabric to the side, plunging two fingers into you without a warning. "fuck," you groaned.

"so wet, all this for me?" you could practically hear the smugness in his voice. with his other hand he gave you a firm slap that caused you to
squirm and he chuckled at you. "dirty little fucking whore." you would normally hate any man who called you a whore, but tom? anytime, anyday.

"tom," you scolded him as his fingers pulled away as you were away to finish. your annoyance was quickly replaced with pleasure after he slammed into you without warning, once again. this man was full of surprises. your back arched as you took him in - hardly having any time to readjust before he started pounding into you with no singular ounce of mercy.

"so fucking tight," tom groaned. he grabbed your hair - hardly putting it into a ponytail as he continued to pound you. "be quiet, you're gonna wake people up," your face was mushed up into his black pillows, biting down on the material to control your funnily enough,
uncontrollable, moans.

"good girl, no one deserves to see you in such a state apart from me," you could feel your mascara running from the tears, a mix of pain and pleasure aching throughout your body.

his grip on your hair tightened, pulling your head back as he leaned down onto you. you looked to your right, seeing his mirror where he was looking down at you in complete admiration. you noticed his long sleeved school shirt rolled up to his forearms, his veins clearly visible and you moaned at the sight.

tom took notice of you looking at the mirror, "like watching yourself get fucked, huh? remember, only i can ever have you like this."

"tom, i'm gonna cum," you moaned out loudly as you continued to watch him in the mirror.

"cum for me baby, all over this dick," his words were enough to send you over the edge and you finished all over him. you planted your face back into the pillow as tom followed after you, finishing inside of you.

he laid down next to you, catching his breath. you looked up at him, his eyes already set on you. his warm hands trailed up and down your thigh, drawing all sorts of shapes. "was i too rough?" he asked.

"nothing i couldn't handle," you let out a small giggle.

"i don't want you to leave me, ever. please, don't. you're all mine, forever."

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