the slytherin boys imagines and reacts

t.r ☆ prove my love

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your marriage with tom wasn't always rainbows and sunshine. after all, it had been a mutual agreement between both of your parents, with you and tom having little to no say in wether it would go on or not. you did have one slight perk: you were able to decorate and alter the venue to your own desires. and also, there wasn't a budget as both your parents had more than enough to cover any expenses no matter how dear it would be.

tom was an isolated, quiet man. he rarely ever spoke more than a sentence to you a day. the two of you would spend your days like a pair of college roommates who didn't get along and ultimately never spoke. you tried your best to make the marriage somewhat better, doing as much as you could to try please him only to be rewarded with a muttered "thank you".

so inevitably, you stopped all efforts and attempts to get him to open up. your house was always silent, rather filled with muted footsteps instead of the usual chatter of a married couple. you weren't entirely sure who you even married, not even knowing his favourite colour.
however, it seemed to be green with the peculiar amount of dark, forest greens that coated the walls and countless decorations to attempt to make your house feel more like a home.

the house was filled with an eery silence like usual. your slumber was rudely interrupted by the sound of tom's alarm. you heard him shuffle around the room, beginning to get ready for his job. he was a professor at hogwarts, the same one the two of you both went to. you could hardly remember ever hearing or knowing of tom, that's how well you 'knew' him.

after a while, you heard the front door click shut and the jingle of keys as tom locked the door. you groggily got up, deciding to make the most of your morning as you were unable to get back to sleep. your morning had passed by smoothly, listening to your playlist as you went around. you opened the fridge to get your milk for your coffee, only to realise that tom had left his lunch.

you quickly made your coffee, grabbing tom's lunch as you made your way to hogwarts. the drive wasn't too long so you soon arrived. you parked next to tom's car, hurrying inside as rain started to fall. you had been to his class a few times before so you already knew where you were headed.

you peered through the small glass in the door to make sure he didn't have class. the class was empty, tom himself wasn't even in. you assumed there might've been an assembly of some sort, so you let yourself in. it's not technically breaking or entering if you didn't break anything, right? you made your way over to his desk which was placed in front of a large window, his class decorated similar to how it was at home. you walked around his desk, plopping down on his cool leather seat.

you leaned forward, taking a closer look at some of the photos which were spread out on his desk. your heart nearly missed a beat, they were pictures of you. they were all from different times of your marriage: one of your wedding day with the two of you at the alter, a canon picture he took of you on your honeymoon that you had no other idea he took, and some other ones which held more 'memories' together.
you were in awe, your heart melting as you didn't realise he'd even had access to those photos. the door swung open, tom appearing with a coffee in hand.

"hello," you stood up quickly from his chair, trying to pretend that you totally weren't snooping.

"hello," he slowly took some strides towards you, unaware of why you were in his class and why you seemed so guilty. "oh," his eyes fell down to the photo frames on his desk.

"you forgot your lunch," you pulled the box from your bag, placing it onto his desk before. "i'll see you at home," you began to walk away, your cheeks burning up at how he had just caught you.

"stay," he wrapped his hand around your wrist. you nodded and he let go of your wrist. you placed yourself on one of the desks, silently observing him. you weren't sure wether to speak first or not, allowing the silence to stay at a stand still in the room. you watched with anticipation as tom walked around to his desk, noticing the chair that had been moved from its previous state.

he raised an eyebrow at you but didn't say anything, instead picking up one of the photo frames. "this is my favourite picture of you," he turned the frame around. it was a picture of you in the passenger seat of his car, staring off into the sunset. "i don't think ive ever seen you so happy when there's a pretty sunset," he placed the frame back down. he wanted to look up, but his prideful ego didn't want to know what your reaction would be.

"i didn't think you would be the type to take pictures of me," you said.

"there's not many things you know about me."

"why?"

the room settled with a tense silence once again. toms eyes finally met yours, distracting you from the fact that he was walking back over to you until you blinked and his body was towering well over yours.

"do you think i would allow my parents to arrange me a marriage?" his hands fell to your thighs, trailing up them with the softest, silkiest touch.

"i don't know much about you, tom."

"indeed. however, i could kill my parents with the blink of an eye," your breath hitched in your throat, "but i didn't. not when i found i'd be getting married to you."

"but why?"

"let me prove my love to you," his soft lips pressed a kiss onto your cheek before he dropped down onto his knees. he gently pried your thighs apart, his eyes flickering up to you. they were filled with an incomprehensible emotion, but were somehow tender as they gazed into yours.

his lips softly grazed you inner thigh, kissing their way up. he flipped your skirt up, allowing himself easier access. he sucked in a sharp inhale, fingers hooking around the material of your thong before discarding them. "fuck," he muttered to himself, his thumb sliding down your slit. he didn't waste a second before shoving his face between your thighs, tongue flat as he gathered your arousal.

"oh fuck," your fingers gripped at the aged wood you were sat on. his tongue circled your clit, nipping and sucking away at the muscle. he savoured each moan that fell from your lips. your hips grinding against his face as he sucked at your tender clit. your hand roamed his sleek black hair, occasionally tightening around his scalp whenever he'd lick the right spot.

his hands massaged your thighs as he revelled away. "you're so beautiful," he pulled away momentarily, kissing the skin of your inner thigh.

"tom," you moaned, your body aching for his tongue on you once again.

"so needy, hm?" he hummed against your clit which sent your whole body tingling. you brought your legs around his head, trapping him as his tongue lapped over you.

"holy shit," your legs clenched around his head, resting on his shoulders. your head fell back, your mouth opening but no noises came out as tom knocked the wind out of you. your back arched, pressing yourself further onto toms face. he was silently enjoying it more,than you, nothing sounded better than you moaning - especially when he was the cause.

"tom, fuck i'm gonna cum," you looked down at him, his eyes already on you. he flattened his tongue, allowing you to ride his face as your orgasm took over your body. your thighs tightened around his face, suffocating him but he wasn't going to complain. his eyes adorned you, watching your face screw up in pleasure. you calmed down, breath jagged and heavy as your legs fell limp. tom stood back up, leaning down to kiss you. the kiss was tender and hungry, his tongue desperate to explore each and every part of you as humanely possible.

"i'll show you the rest when i'm home."

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃