the slytherin boys imagines and reacts

t.r ☆ dessert

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"y/n, dear, could you get the door?" your mother called you down as the sound of the doorbell rang throughout the house. you smoothened out your dress, wanting to look as presentable as possible for your fathers work partner, though you really could not care less, rather just wanting the night to be over and done with so you could return to your pyjamas and your cozy bed, calling for you as you left the comfort of it.

"coming!" you replied back, rushing down the stairs to the front of the house. you quickly sorted your hair in the mirror, not wanting to make it obvious that you had been in bed for most of the day.

"nice to see you again, mr riddle," your eyes wandered over the slender man's figure. he stood with only the best of postures, a fresh, wrinkle-free suit perfected to his body.

"lovely to see you again, y/n," you moved to the side as he entered your home. "ladies first," tom put his hand out slightly, allowing you to walk in front of him.

"thank you," you felt a shiver tremble down your spine as his large hand found its way onto your lower back, following you through the hall before going into the kitchen where your mother was finishing off her cooking.

"something smells lovely," toms presence was prominent behind you, his headed standing tall over your own, his hand tucked away from your parents' view.

"oh please," you noticed your mother fluster, "have a seat! dinner should be ready in a couple minutes."

"hello mr riddle," your father walked over to tom, your body mourning the loss of tom's touch and presence as he moved away.

"such a pleasure to see you outside of hogwarts," tom shook your fathers hand.

"not at all, it's always nice to have my employees over," you went over to the dining table, pulling out a chair to sit on.

you fiddled with your hands as the two men chattered away, wanting nothing more than to fill your empty stomach. after what felt like an eternity, tom, and your parents finally sat down at the table.

"this is delicious," tom said as he began to dig into the roast dinner your mother had spent all day cooking.

everyone began to eat, your father and tom talking about boring work related things, you and your mother also engaging in your own little conversation. you looked over at tom, nodding his head as he agreed with whatever your father was saying. your hand mindlessly wandered on to his thigh, not moving it at first, simply just allowing it to rest on the priceless cotton suit. you could feel him look over at you, though you kept your focus on what your mother was saying.

you delicately began to move your hand higher on his thigh in the most teasingly slow pace, tom spluttering on his water as you unzipped his trousers. "you okay there, tom?" your father chuckled at tom.

"yep, just went down the wrong hole," tom patted his chest, you refrained from smirking. you tapped his thigh, wanting some sort of help to pull down his trousers without being too obvious. he gave you a killer stare, but 'adjusted' himself in his seat. you kept your poker
face on, still continuing to talk to your mother.

you took his length into your hand, feeling him grow almost instantly in your palm. toms hand gripped onto your wrist, squeezing it tightly as you began to stroke him. tom fought back a moan, his grip hardening on your wrist as you flicked your thumb over his tip. tom waited until your parents' attention was fixated on each other before he leaned in to your ear, "you better quit that."

"you don't seem to mind to much," you began to slow your pace, "do you want me to stop?".

"for now," you took your hand away, tom zipped his trousers back up. "excuse me for a moment, i just need to go to the bathroom."

"y/n, mind showing him where it is?" your father asked. how clueless could he be?

"yeah, sure," you got up from the table, tom following quickly behind you.

"you're such a fucking tease," tom pushed you up against the door seconds after you made it into the bathroom.

"it's my speciality," your lips curled into a smile as he leaned down.

"i can tell," you felt his hand travel up your skirt, taking a fair squeeze at your ass. "better make it quick."

tom bent you over the sink, flipping your skirt up, his large hand smoothing over the flesh of your ass. you heard him unzip his trousers, followed by the sound of them hitting the floor. he pulled your lacy thong off with ease, discarding them on the floor. you hardly had any time to register before he slid into you, his hips thrusting against yours almost immediately. "still so fucking tight," tom groaned, collecting your hair into a mess of a ponytail.

"look how pretty you are," tom tilts your head back, forcing you to look at your reflection in the mirror, "so pretty when you take my cock."
your mouth falls open, but no noise comes out. your eyes are practically rolling to the back of your head, forgetting just how long and thick he was, how your cunt was hardly able to fit him but he always made it work.

"you're all mine, yeah? no other silly boy your age could ever have you like i do," he pulls your head back even further so it's now up against his chest, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he continues to pound into you from behind. you're speechless, you want to make noise but you just can't. at least not with your parents just down the stairs.

"tell me, are you all mine?" tom's voice is raspy in your ear, his spare hand trailing its way down the front of your skirt. he applies pressure onto your clit which only drives you even more insane.

"yes tom," you managed to choke out.

"good girl," he grunts, letting go of the tight grip he had on your hair and you fall forwards onto the counter, gripping desperately onto any possible surface.

"tom, i'm gonna cum," your eyes squeeze shut, seeing literal stars as you gasp for air. time no longer seems to be a haze to you; instead, it returns to you bit by little, beginning with the pleasurable weight embedded in your cunt and the buzz beneath your veins.

"cum for me. show me how good i fuck you," your body spasms, his words making your head dizzy as you clench around him once more before finishing all over his cock. your body falls limp over the counter, and you think tom has had his fun - but not just yet. you were too busy trying to gather yourself together to even realise tom had knelt down onto his knees behind you, his hands spreading your thighs apart.

your eyes widened as you felt tom's tongue drag along your folds, "tom," you whimper out.

"hm?" he hums against your clit and a shiver runs down your spine.

"never mind," you mumble. he pulls his lips away, kissing your inner thighs which causes you to whine at the loss of his touch.

"so needy," he mutters onto your skin. you gasp as his mouth goes back onto your clit, sucking at the sensitive nerve, your legs moments away from giving out.

"tom, it's too much," you cry out. his tongue continues to work against your folds, his lips moulding perfectly onto your cunt as if it were made just for him.

"so good," his tongue flicks against your clicks and you're suddenly seeing stars again.

"cum for me," it doesn't take any more for you to finish, your juices dripping down his chin.

"fucking hell, tom," he chuckles at your ragged state.

"couldn't handle it?" he helps you turn around.

"shut up," you grumble as the two of you walk out the bathroom, his hand on the small of your back as he guides you down the stairs so you don't fall from how week your knees are.

"everything all okay?" your mother smiles, oblivious to everything that just happened.

"yeah, just got distracted talking about school," tom sits back down.

"anyone up for dessert?" your father asks.

"i'm good thank you, i've already had," tom smiles.

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