the slytherin boys imagines and reacts

t.r ☆ teachers pet

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you smoothed out your freshly ironed black skirt, half of it being rolled up but just enough to be let off by the right teachers if you were ever caught. you spritzed your perfume over your pulse points, knowing it was his favourite scent. you then picked up your bag, leaving to go to your first class of the day. your feet simply took control of your body, walking straight to his class.

"morning," you gave him a warm smile as the aroma of black coffee filled your nose, the only thing he ever drank if it weren't whiskey.

"morning miss y/l/n," his dark blue eyes shifted from the papers he was marking up to your ones. his eyes observed your skirt, clear un-approval coated his face. "skirts a bit short, no?".

"no sir, it goes past my finger tips which is allowed," you dropped your hands down to your side, the skirt barely millimetres longer than your finger tips.

his tongue poked through his cheek, the same one he used to eat you out, you could feel your thong getting soaked at the memories of just a few nights prior. his soft pinks lip opened, clearly away to say something before students started to barge into the classroom.
you gave him a sweet smile before sitting down at your desk.

"good morning," cedric sat down next to you.

you could feel professor riddle's eyes on you and used it to your advantage. "hey ced, your hair looks nice today, did you do something different?" you hand reached up to his hair as you lightly played with it with the tips of your fingers.

"yeah, actually. just got it cut yesterday, you like it?" his charming smile was apparent on his face.

"yeah, but you always look good so," your hand trailed from his head, down the filled out white sleeve of his school shirt. quidditch really did do wonders.

"you're as sweet as cinnamon, y/n," you blush at the compliment. knowing tom was by now burning holes into the side of your face, you continued to shamelessly flirt with cedric. you were sure to give him teasing, light touches, nothing lasting more than a few seconds.
you also made sure to give him an innocent smile, playing with your hair as he spoke about rubbish teenage boy stuff.

truly, it gave you the ick. hearing him talking about the endless parties he went to, and god forbid: quidditch.

it was boys like him who made you crave older men, tom riddle for example. tom may have
been your teacher but he was a fine, young gentleman at that. the difference of maturity between a 24 year old man and a 18 year old 'man' was endearing, tom always knew how to make you feel special.

it had only been going on for a few months at this point - an innocent after class detention ended up with professor riddle bending you over his desk as you clawed at the table, begging for more of him as he filled you up. ever since then the two of you had been hooking up, in secret of course. all hell would be let loose if the school found out a 24 year old teacher and an 18 year old student were hooking up.

normally you'd also be against it but the way he made you feel made you look past the immorality of the whole thing.

you'd always been attracted to professor riddle, admiring him as he would lean his hands over his desk, veins popping through his hands and arms meanwhile his shirt was rolled up his forearm. the sight made you feral like a cat in heat. you couldn't help but gush to your friends about him, gossiping about all the different ways you wanted him to bend you over. the always thought it was a silly little crush - silly little crush that would have you spending extra time in his classroom 'going over extracurricular work' and him sneaking into your dorm whenever no one else would be out.

before you knew it - class was over and the class was dismissed, well for everyone but you.

"miss y/l/n, mind staying a few minutes? i need to go over your previous assignment."

"bye cedric," you waved cedric off and he left the classroom along with the other students.

you sat at the edge of the table, looking at tom innocently as if you weren't totally trying to get him to rip your skirt off and do you right then and there. he went over and locked the door, his attention focusing back on you. his strides were short yet long, a couple seconds and he was towering over you.

"yes professor?" you placed your hands behind you on the desk, leaning your body weight on them. of course you couldn't do this without teasing him a bit - sticking your chest out, leaving a little gap between the buttons of your shirt to reveal your lacy bra he had bought
you.

"do you know why i've kept you behind?" he asked, his hand trailing over your jaw.

"no sir," you shook your head. what a liar.

"really? i suppose it was because you were distracted by a certain hufflepuff," his arms trapped you between him, his face a mere inch away from yours.

"i wasn't," you tried your hardest not to give in and kiss him.

"oh yeah? cause it seems like you were trying to really peeve me this lesson, any particular reason why?" his lips barely ghosted your cheeks, flushed by now.

"tom," you were desperate for his touch - for anything.

"bad girls don't get what they want, do they?" he took a step away from you.

"please - i'll do anything," you got up off the desk and stood in front of him, feeling vulnerable but wanting him to take all sorts of control over you.

he walked towards his desk, sitting down on the black velvet material. "come," he motioned you towards him with his pointer and middle finger, his legs spread ever so slightly apart. you complied, walking over to him and placing yourself on one of his singular thighs,
knowing the black cloth covering them hid away his weirdly hot meaty thighs.

"want to make it up to me?" he held you tight with one hand around your waist. you nodded, needing him more than ever as your core was absolutely pouring with wetness - surprised it hadn't leaked onto his trousers. "you're gonna have to work for it."

"what do you want me to do?" you questioned.

"ride my thigh," his voice was hoarse as he spoke into your ear, the tone setting you off, in a good way of course. he moved you, now you straddling the thigh you were sitting on moments before. "ride me."

toms hands made their way to your waist, guiding you as you began to grind your clothed clit against the harsh material. it felt euphoric, the rough fabric against you. "good girl," he muttered. you continued to rub back and forth on his thigh, light whimpers escaping your mouth. he was at a loss for words as he admired you, a mess even though he wasn't really doing much.

you were incoherent, one hand clawing at toms shirt as the other was gripped around his tie. he loved the feeling of you tugging at his tie, constricting him in the best way possible.

you began to see stars, your clit pooling with your juices as you could feel your orgasm approaching. you didn't think you could become so easily overstimulated by simply grinding against his thigh but there you were - melting at the feeling.

"that's it, baby, cum for me," tom praised you. you wrapped your arms around his neck, placing your forehead against your arms as you rode out your high. you stayed still for a few moments, legs shaking as tom held you close. you placed a sloppy kiss onto his neck, still in a daze as you lifted your head to do so.

"you looked fucking angelic," tom said as you were finally able to fully lift your head to look up at him.

"i've just made an absolute mess on your thigh," you let out a light laugh.

"i'd let you do it again if it meant i could see you like that once more."

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