the slytherin boys imagines and reacts

t.r Ѽ praise+mommy kink

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you waited quietly at your desk as the teacher went around the classroom delivering the results of the test the class had sat a few days prior. "thank you," you said to the professor, and when you noticed the 85% marked in red ink at the top of the page, your smile grew. you had been studying extra diligently that week, focusing on revision and practically forgetting about your other lessons. the professor dismissed the class, allowing everyone to wrap up for the day.

"how's your test go?" tom was just putting his possessions away when you approached him. he handed you his paper without saying anything else. you looked at the 100% across the top with wide eyes. "tom, you did a so well!" you told him.

tom smiled slightly at your kind words, and his heartbeat quickened. "why thank you," he said, experiencing an odd fluttering sensation in his stomach.

"seriously, you always do so good," you read across his answers, more than happy at your best friends results.

"there's no need to compliment me so much," he blatantly misled. it wasn't until you left that he realised how much your words had affected him and saw the bulge in his trousers.

"what the fuck?" he asked himself in a low voice.

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it had been a long week since you praised tom, with your words lingering in his memory for longer than he would like to admit. even though he consistently performed well in class, the soft tone of your voice as you complimented him on his high grade only made him
crave more. he was certain to track you down again, hoping to discuss his performance in a different class, just to hear your remarks that stroked his ego and revealed to him that he enjoyed receiving praise.

"tom, hey," you smiled as the boy sat down across from you in the library. "how are you?".

"good considering i only went and received another 100% on my divination test," the boy boasted.

"no way! i'm so proud of you tommy," you smiled, placing your quill down. "you're way too good for you own good."

"what can i say," he leaned back against the chair. "i can always help you if you ever need to get those grades up of yours."

"my grades are amazing thank you very much," you gasped, pretending to be offended by his light hearted joke. "i suppose we could go to my dorm, i can't seem to do this damn homework."

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"ladies first," you both went to your dorm and unlocked the door for tom. as he entered your dorm, he raised an eyebrow at you.

"you're so strange. what course is it you need help with?" he laid himself on your bed.

you got into your bed and left your bag on the floor, joining tom. "is there a better time for us to do it?" you sighed, "i think i've done enough revision for the day."

"so, how else are you going to perform well in class if you're not revising?" he gave you a quick glance.

"shut up and stop being a nerd for once," you joked.

"whatever," he rolled his eyes with an attitude.

"mhm, we both know you're a little good boy anyways," you jabbed back.

"i am not!" he huffed, folding his arms across his chest.

"just the truth, sweetheart," you smirked. the two of you laid in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, allowing him to cool down from his little temper tantrum.

"can i braid your hair?" you turned to tom, breaking the silence.

"over my dead body," you rolled your eyes. you got up, placing your legs over his torso.