the slytherin boys imagines and reacts

t.r Ѽ mask kink

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you were laid in your dorm, drifting off as whatever episode of the show you were on played in the background. your head jerked up when your dorm door opened. "tom?" you sat up, propping yourself up with your elbows on the bed as the familiar figure walked in. except, he had a ghostface mask on. you cocked your head to the side, trying to make sure it was tom. and it sure was, your eyes trailed down to the silver snake ring on his left ring finger.

tom was in an all black fit from head to toe, his gorgeous face hidden away from the familiar movie franchise's mask. tom strode over to the end of your bed, though it seemed like forever for him to do so. there was a clear confused expression on your face and tom lifted up his mask. "happy halloween," he stood tall over you now, at the side of your bed.

"what's with the costume?" you snorted.

"do you not like it?" he placed the mask over his face again and for some odd reason, your legs clenched together tightly at the sight of him.

"n-no i like it," you felt flush in the face, looking away to avoid toms confrontation.

"hm," his eyes fell down to the movement of your legs. his hands went to his belt,unbuckling it before dropping the black leather onto the floor. your eyes watched intently, your legs rubbed together again as you tried to get some sort of relief. toms pale hand reached down to the top of your duvet, moving it off of your body to reveal your legs tightly pulled together.

"and what do we have here?" his hand trailed down the waistband of your shorts spreading your legs to see that you'd soaked through your shorts.

your head fell back onto your pillow as he applied just the right amount of pressure with the pads of his fingers. "fuck," you whimpered under his touch.

"sweetheart, i've hardly even done anything," his lips formed into a smirk as you squirmed underneath him. tom did nothing but keep his fingers pressed down firmly, you doing most of the work as you grinded yourself against his fingers. through his mask, there was nothing but adoration for how beautiful you were in his eyes and an evident smile, hidden away by the spooky mask.

tom pulled his hand away, hardly able to hold back any longer. your hands fumbled with his black pants, eventually sliding them down his legs, you also kicked off your shorts, leaving yourself in just a bra. he pushed you back down onto the bed, soon flipping you over after he took off his shirt. he grabbed a hold of your hips, moving them up towards him as your back arched. you leaned on your forearms, looking back at him as he was complete and utter awe of you. tom slid into you, a groan escaping from his lips.

"so fuckin' good," he began to thrust his hip against you slowly, rocking against you. tom's eyes squeezed shut, hearing the lewd noises of you as he slid in and out, yet never fully pulling out of you.

it would've taken an army of men to pull him out.

he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back harshly as the other hand moved your waist against him as he thrusted into you.
moans and whimpers were spilling out of your mouth non stop. tom shoved your head into the pillow, your moans silenced as you bit down on the material. his grip on your hair tightened, pulling your back towards him as your spine arched further and further. he collected both of your hands with his singular one, holding them both firm in place at the small of your back as he continued to thrust in and out of you.
each thrust was getting harsher in the best way possible. the left side of your face was mushed up against your pillow, spotting yourself in the clear reflection of your full-length mirror.

you watched as tom turned his head, cocking it to the side as he pounded harder into you. "fuckin' look at you, taking this dick like a good fucking girl, hm? is that what you like? taking my cock so well, baby." something about the mask. you couldn't even reply, your brain turning into fog as you felt your stomach tighten. you kept your eyes on the mirror, spotting the mascara running down your face from a couple tears you shed of pure pleasure. you watched tom as he threw his head back, groans slipping out from his mouth along with strings of profanities.

"tom," you whimpered out his name, "please."

"please what? use your words," tom knew exactly what you wanted but would rather torture you than take a hint.

"fuck," you gasped out, "let me cum."

"just a minute," he grunted, "be a good girl and hold it in." tom started to ram into you, having absolutely no mercy as you screamed into the pillow. you cried out in bliss, feeling your legs weaken as they started to shake beyond your control. "that's it baby, cum all over my cock." you didn't need another second before you were rolling your hips, grinding out your orgasm as your eyes nearly did a 360° in their sockets. "you did so well," tom lifted his mask up, placing a kiss onto your back as he laid on top of you.

"fuck, i think i'm gonna need you to wear that more often."

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