the slytherin boys imagines and reacts

t.r Ѽ papers

cockwarming

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tom's eyes are scanning over the endless sack of seemingly growing exam papers, dreading the thought of having to go through each one individually and mark them. he had already spent several hours in his office, and it only seemed like the time would never pass.

the sound of tom's exhausted sigh catches your attention as you walked past his office, so you peep your head in. his hands were in his head, his posture tense. you knew he had been working tirelessly all evening and a thought popped up in your mind.

"i'm sorry sweetheart, i'm busy, you might have to wait," tom turned his head, somehow sensing your presence before you had even announced that you were prying around.

you walk over to him, his desk was in front of one of the many large, aged windows in the house, his chair facing the view of the mist which lingered outside, trees standing tall with numerous orangey-yellow dying leaves.

you admired his office, almost every inch of the walls were filled to the brims with books that you couldn't even pronounce the name of. the walls were a forest green, a beloved colour of his ever since he was young. a few candles decorated the window sill, allowing a warm tinge to just barely light up the room.

your arms wrap around his shoulders, leaning down to his height, placing the softest of kisses onto the side of his neck. just exactly how he liked it. "can we try something? it won't take long," you muttered, wanting to release the stress which was noticeable in his stiffened shoulders.

"mm, what is it?" he turned his head to take in the beauty of your face, something he'll never get tired of.

without a word, you take a few steps until you're in front of him. you drop to your knees, your eyes flickering up to toms emerald ones, enthralled as to what you were doing. your fingers find their way around the waistband of his pyjama bottoms, something he used to swear he'd never wear. you begin to pull them down and tom lifts his hips to help.

you take his dick into your hands, he's already somewhat hard and continued to grow as you lightly pump your palm around him. you lean up, hands still on him, kissing his chapped lips. you then turn around, lifting your skirt up as you sink down onto him.

tom felt like his breath had been temporarily taken from him, watching as his cock disappears inside of you. you leaned back, your back against his muscular chest and you can hear his breath is shaky, and you smirk at his reaction.

tom places his veiny hands onto your thighs, away to pick them up but you slap his hands off. "not until you're done," you tut at him.

"but you feel so good," his breath tickles your ear as he whispers, "so fuckin' warm."

"the sooner you get this marking done, the sooner you can get to me," you hear tom groan as he hears that he has to wait.

"you're killing me, you know that?" you feel his teeth nip at your neck.

"i know, that's why i'm doing it," you giggled as his hands tighten around your waist. tom threw his head back, his hips lifting as he attempts to get some sort of release. "work, get it done."

"you better be glad that i love you," he wraps his arms around you, kissing your cheek as he began to look over the papers.

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wc: 596

couldn't sleep so i wrote this😝

also i've had a few requests for pansy, so what are we thinking? ;)

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