the slytherin boys imagines and reacts

t.r Ѽ size + daddy kink

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"you're fucking insufferable."

toms eyes were cloudy yet somewhat filled with satisfaction, gazing low as they stared back into your own. the sight of him looking so angry and agitated was doing something to you even though it shouldn't. he clicked his tongue, poking it through his cheek before speaking. "you're free to leave."

"my grades need you," you sneered. a couple weeks into your tutoring lessons with tom riddle was more dreadful than anything, usually filled with more insults being thrown back and forth like a game of badminton rather than you learning anything.

"i'm aware, how you're able to get such terrible grades is beyond me," his face was smack- able, his ego through the roof as for once in your whole life of academics, you were struggling.

"my grades in all my other classes are perfectly fine. i'm hoping you didn't forget the time i got 100% on that astrology test the other week," you leaned forward across the table. "what is it that you got again, hm? gosh, a 80% for our smart little riddle?".

"i'm anything but little," his tone was almost challenging, your legs weakening as they crossed over each other.

"i'm not quite sure about that," your gaze shifted down his body, taking in his not so put together uniform, usually it would be neat and tidy, however as the day progressed he and his appearance became more jumbled.

"yeah?" he leaned back in his chair, legs manspreading as they opened.

your eyes quickly diverted back up to his face, not wanting to make his ego even bigger than it already was. "you act like an eight year old sometimes, you know that?".

a smirk formed on his lips which seemed to be inviting you in, begging to be kissed. "i'm eight in other places, however, i think i act perfectly fine."

you could feel yourself getting soaked as the heat grew between your legs, shifting,uncomfortably but trying to make it not visible to tom that you were bothered by his comment, flustered even.

"don't be too nervous now," it was now his turn to lean across the table, caging you in as his large frame enclosed you. for once, you felt intimidated by him. you could smell his fresh minty breath as it fanned over your face, his deep vanilla cologne was driving you crazy as you tried to keep your composure, yet the musky, woody, citrusy scent enveloped your nose as he neared you was too hard to resist.

"that finally got you quiet, hm?" he teased you, his tone laced with snark-ness.

"you don't scare me, riddle," you fixed your posture, straightening your back as you held firm eye contact.

"clearly not if you keep coming back to our sessions," he leaned back in his chair. "are you going to be a good girl and finally do some actual work or are you going to keep being a pain?".

"second one is more enjoy-full," you exhaled a deep breath you didn't even realise you had been holding.

"i see," his eyes roamed around the top of your body, almost trying to analyse you. for what? you weren't sure. "i think you need to be taught a lesson."

"you can kiss my arse if you think that's happening," you rolled your eyes, wanting to egg him on further for your own enjoyment as satisfaction as you continued to tick him off.

"i bet you'd love that," he got you there.

"as if i'd enjoy you kissing any part of me," oh boy, you would. his lips looked delicious, a soft rosy pink, always somehow moisturised despite never once seeing him apply lip balm.