the slytherin boys imagines and reacts

t.r Ѽ size + daddy kink 2.0

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he was driving himself completely insane. he wanted to take his own brain and remove whichever horrendous part kept him thinking of you. each day, each night, each second. all of his mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of,you. even before the two of you had hooked up in the classroom, it was you all over his mind. tom didn't want to, but he had to. he had to try and escape your wrath.

you were like some sort of deadly poison ivy, your touch haunted him - yet he didn't want you to let go; ever.  you were addictive, you were his drug and he was an addict.

he had to remind himself of who he was. but he didn't like himself anymore, he wanted to be different, different for you. he wanted to change, become a better person, but he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to. he had to do something.

and whatever idiotic part of his brain made him do it; it made him not show up to your tutoring session.

he was itching to go, his skin felt like it was engulfed in a fire he couldn't escape. the guilt was eating up at him, but he had to be the person he knew he was. nothing but a soulless slytherin who simply did not, and would not, catch feelings. but it was already too late. you kept any eye on the clock. the only noise was the constant ticking of it, counting up each second and minute that tom was 'late'.

it had been half an hour. he was never even late, not without a warning at least. you let out a frustrated sigh. of course he only wanted to get in your pants, you thought to yourself. you picked up the quill, beginning to write down the homework from class. you tried to write more than a sentence, but you couldn't. that stupid man was the only thing you could think of. each time you tried to write something down, his name would be scribbled on your parchment instead of an answer.

he was consuming your thoughts, consuming you.

tom felt an inconsolable amount of regret knowing you had likely attended the classroom at the usual time you would meet. he felt his heart ache, imagining you sitting alone as the time dragged on, secretly hoping he'd appear.

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you walked into class the next day with a sour expression, a longing feeling in your chest from tom's absence the night prior. "hey," luna waved as you sat down next to her at your shared desk.

"hey," you smiled back but she already knew something was off. she could read you like a book, it was sort of creepy sometimes.

"what did he do this time?" she laughed gently, trying to lighten your mood.

"he didn't show up," you pursed your lips. you could feel a pang of hurt in your chest as the,weight of your own words settled in. he didn't show up.

"oh?" said luna, though it came out more like a question. "wouldn't that normally be a good thing?".

you sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you couldn't even figure it out yourself. why were you so upset? "i suppose," you looked up at her, uncertainty plastered on your face. "i just," luna nodded, getting you to continue speaking, "i just wished he had. i don't know why, i don't even like the guy."

"looks like someone's caught a case of the feels," she giggled. "you should speak to him."

"that's ridiculous," you scoffed.

"really? cause he's looking at you right now," she looked over your shoulder. you followed her eye line, your eyes meeting with toms. you only looked for a mere second, the memories of the last study sesh flooded back to you. your eyes fluttered shut, the feeling of him in you, his fingers and hands as they held you.