the slytherin boys imagines and reacts

t.r Ѽ after hours

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your hands trailed over the countless leather book binds, trying to find a book to help with your studies. you were slightly struggling with the homework set for professor riddles class, and you were far too stubborn to ever ask the egotistic git for any help. it was after hours, being caught in the restricted section of the library could easily land you a suspension. but you needed the answers, desperately.
your eyes lit up as they came across the book title, the one which contained all the solutions to your problems.

so far, at least.

"you shouldn't be in here," you flinched at the abrupt sound of his voice.

"i need notes," you picked the book out, inspecting it in your own hands, avoiding eye contact with him as if your life depended on it.

"you could've asked me," his voice was silky smooth and calm for someone who just caught a student beyond curfew.

"i didn't fancy it," you finally looked up at him, his usual tailored to perfection trousers and his white button up was crinkled, the top button undone. so professional.

"i see," he took a step closer to you, "is there a reason you've been avoiding me all week?".

you hesitated - yes and no. given, you weren't directly ignoring him, just simply decreasing your chances of seeing him. which was merely impossible as he did teach you, but other than that you had so far been successful. key words; so far.

"i should really give you a detention," your back was now flush against the bookshelf, hardly any space was available between you and tom.

"you wouldn't," your hand went up to his shoulder, trailing down his bicep and then his bare forearms.

"i should, though," you could feel his breath against your cheek as you avoided his eyes.

"is there anything i can do to maybe...i don't know," you led his hand under your skirt, feeling the damp spot in your underwear, "not get a detention?".

"i think i should punish you," you smirked, turning around, pressing up against his cock as it hardened at the feeling of your ass.

"oh no," you concealed your smirk as you bit down on your lip, "don't punish me, professor."

he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, holding your upper thigh as he grinded against you. "you know what naughty girls get, don't you?". merlin did he know how to make your pussy throb for him. he pulled you away from the bookshelf, over to a table. your front was laid against the cold wood, ass in the air, hardly hidden by your tiny, tiny skirt. you turned your head back to look at him, watching him as he unbuckled the leather belt around his waist. you were about to be in so much pain, but he could cause you a torturous amount and you'd thank him.

"such a pretty fuckin' ass," his cool hands ran over the smooth skin. "don't know what i'll do with it," he knew exactly what he was going to do with it.

"you wanna be useful for once and count how many times i spank you?" you nodded, watching as he continued to rub his hands all over your ass.

tom rose his hand up, making contact with your skin. an abrupt moan fell from your mouth, "one." you could feel the intense burn already, his large hands making their mark. you'd have to be careful getting changed around the girls for quidditch - knowing there'd be questions.
"two," your back arched, feeling toms hand smack against your ass again. "three," it was already unbearable, but you couldn't help but want more. "two more, yeah?" he asked and you nodded. "four," the marks were extremely prominent, tom smirking at the work he had just done as he marked you somewhat secretly. "five," you were grateful it was the last one, feeling yourself just aching for him already. "good girl," he kissed your head, rubbing his hand over the red marks as the skin tingled. the feeling of his hands was somewhat smoothing it, but you still felt so tender.