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“What, you’ve never been to Honeydukes?” Draco scoffed in disbelief as he put on his scarf around his neck. “What kind of person hasn’t been to Honeydukes?”

“This person,” you said, pointing at herself. “Who also happens to be your favorite one anyway.”

“I’d argue but you got that one right.” Laughing, he took your hand and led you outside where the other students were falling in line, glad his scarf obscured his ridiculously brilliant smile.

“Oh, I did?”

“Very much so.” With that, the two of you made your way through the crowd, finally falling in line. There were a cluster of third years at the front, eager to visit Hogsmeade for the first time.

Back when you did not hold hands yet, when you were only what one may call friends, you’d find the long line ever so irritating. However, each other’s company was more than enough to keep you two at bay: Draco drew circles with his thumb on the back of your hand as you told a silly story about a stupid birthday present you received and whatnot. . . He always listened (more like watched you with every bit of love he could show).

“You know, we could just go to the Three Broomsticks,” you said, laughing nervously as soon as you set foot on the train. “Just get a couple of butterbeers and stuff.”

“What’s with you and Honeydukes?”

“What — nothing!” you said as you laughed uncharacteristically loud. “What do you mean? I mean, like, we’ll get to eat more in the Three Broomsticks and —”

“Come on, something’s up. What’s the deal with you and candy?”

“I told you, nothing!” you exclaimed. Draco raised a brow, a teasing grin on his face. “Okay, fine, a chocolate frog leapt at my face on my first train ride to Hogwarts. Happy?”

“Wow,” said Draco, turning away and burying himself into his scarf in an attempt to stifle a laugh. It was your turn to raise a brow. “Just — wow.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said briefly as he cleared his throat. The image of you jumping from your seat with a chocolate frog on your face was pretty much an interesting picture. Draco had to breathe through his mouth.

“What?” You reached out to pull down his scarf. Draco bat your hand away, now laughing. It was indeed irritating, but as much as you hated to admit, his laugh was therapeutic.

“I—guess—you—found—Trevor,” he blurted out between wheezing breaths. “You should’ve went ahead to Longbottom, then.”

“Oh, shut up. In my defense, it was my first time and I was alone in the wretched compartment. I just wanted some sweets but it had to be tragic, yeah?”

“Don’t worry, when we get to Hogsmeade, I’ll protect you from jumping chocolates,” assured Draco.

When you finally made it inside Hogsmeade, you couldn’t help but admire the colorful and vibrant aura of the shop itself. How come you’ve never been here before? It’s perfect! You ran your hands across the tall glass jars of assorted candy and chocolate, oblivious to the fact that Draco stood from a distance — far enough for you not to see him but close enough for him to admire you.

You grab a pack of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, searching the crowd for Draco. He continued to stare, unblinking. You squinted your eye in search for him among the crowd until it finally landed on him. You held it up to him, a bright smile on your face. “Like in the train,” you mouthed to him.

He nodded in answer, grinning from cheek to cheek. He instantly knew his cheeks would hurt once you lot returned to Hogwarts. He was holding a number of Cockroach Clusters and Fizzing Whizzbees.

You gestured for him to come your way. He did. “Look, they’ve got quill candy!”

“They’re called Sugar Quills. You eat them during class while you pretend you’re thinking.”

You chuckled as you pointed to another row. “You can even eat this wand! You know, Mr. Garrick Ollivander has to up his game these days,” you joked.

“They’re called Liquorice Wands.”

“Oh, and this one! Look! Mouse candy I think?”

“Ice Mice, love, read the label.” He rarely got to see you interested in things like candy, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your own curious gaze as you marveled at the assortment of various sweets in front of you and all around you. The tall glass dispensers were simply appetizing, and there was no denying that you wanted to just swim in it. Of course, that’s a ridiculous thought. Sparing one excited smile in Draco’s direction, you showed him one piece of Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum. “C’mon.”

“Where are your other candies?” Draco shook his wrist off your grip with a scrunched up look on his face. He made to peek in your pockets, only to find it flat and empty. He frowned.

“Hm?”

“Your other sweets! You can’t just be taking that bubble gum. At least get some Sugar Quills or Acid Pops.” Draco gestured at the rows and rows of different boxes.

“It’s okay,” you mumbled. “It’s okay, I’m not hungry.”

“That’s ridiculous. That’s just two sickles,” he said.

“Exactly.”

“What?”

“Don’t want to spend too much, it’s alright! Let’s just get hot choco —”

But Draco had already led you to another row you haven’t visited yet. He pointed at a line of blue packages to your left. “Peppermint Toads; not as aggressive as Chocolate Frogs. Tastes alright, but you’d be missing out on collecting the cards.” He then put his hands on your shoulders, turning you to another direction and pointing to your right. Fizzing Whizzbees; I’d like to be there to witness you eat it — don’t ask. I’m paying. Go get some.”

You didn’t move. Draco took two packs of Peppermint Toads and shoved it on to your chest, walking ahead and picking up two packs of Fizzing Whizzbees. Soon, he guided you to another shelf where boxes of candies sat. He held it up to your view. “Salt Water Taffy, I think it’s nice. Let’s get one.”

When you reached another shelf, he nodded to himself apprehensively as he raised a orangey red box to your view. “This one’s so you, though. I think you’d like it. Let’s take two.”

“Stop taking doubles,” you whispered, nervous at how much he’s spending. “That’s alright now, let’s go.”

“Didn’t you say you liked the Liquorice Wands?”

It took you a while to realize how much it cost. “No, when?”

“Just earlier before I took you on a tour around the shop,” said Draco. He was now looking at you curiously with narrowed eyes.

“No I didn’t. They look like the jerky my dog eats anyway. Let’s go now.”

“Ha! I know that face!” he bellowed, grinning in triumph.

“What face?”

“I don’t know how to explain it, but you make this weird little” — Draco scrunched his nose for a split second before turning back to you — “rabbit nose twitch when you’re guilty.”

“Since when?”

“Since ever. How do you think I found out you fancied me?”

“Hey, you liked me first!”

“That’s true, exactly why I am taking two of these but in the Deluxe edition.” He reached out and flaunted the two new additions to your collection. Before you could even argue or utter a single word, the two of you were both out already, your bags stuffed with numerous candies.

You both decided not to take the train at all. It was a bearable cold weather, and he liked seeing snow land on your [Y/H/C] hair like you were some high priestess of sorts. He reached out to dust some away.

“We could still go to the Three Broomsticks, you know.”

“I know, but there are too many people there. Let’s go back so we could try some of these out before they all get back.” Draco adjusted your scarf as you continue to walk. “And besides, I like seeing the jealous looks on the faces of the little first and second years.”

You elbowed him. “Ow! What?”

“I told you to stop bullying the first years. Tsk, tsk.”

“It’s not bullying per se; technically I’d just be a random person who just so happens to be holding a lot — a lot lot — of candy in front of kids.”

“Oh, grow up.”

“We could eat some of the salt water taffy while walking,” Draco suggested later on. “Or the Fudge Flies.”

“Why do they always pick disgusting animals? I mean, cockroach cluster? How’s that appetizing?”

“See, I thought so as well. But surprisingly? It actually tastes good.”

A few minutes later, you both finally made it back to the castle. Draco was right — all the younger years were looking at you (or your pockets and what you were holding) mournfully as you walked past. You hated to admit that it was indeed a pleasure to have kids jealous.

He brought you to his dorm, where you two can finally retire from the constant staring from the kids. It grew old quickly, but it was fun nonetheless. Draco dumped his collection of packaged candies as you did so too. “Which ones have you tried?” he asked.

“The many flavored one.”

“Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans, love.”

“Right. I’ll play it safe and try that one first.”

“How’s that playing safe? You clearly haven’t gotten a bad flavor yet.”

“Yes, I have — spinach!”

“That’s not as bad as you think it is. Wait till you try ear wax.”

“There’s ear wax in here?” you said, wrinkling your nose at the prospect of getting that particular flavor. “I just had some from a friend and I mostly just got marshmallow and cranberry.”

“Lucky,” said Draco. “I got envelope glue once.”

“Ew,” you said as you threw your head back in laughter. “Serves you right.”

As you plopped down to his bed, you realized you hadn’t emptied your pockets yet, and the bulk on his own pockets told you he hadn’t, either. You dug your hands into your pockets and came out with a handful of sweets and dumped it on the bed. “Okay, this is a lot.”

Draco did the same. It looked like a colorful mountain of marshmallows. “Hah, Willy Wonka called, he said you’re wanted in the factory,” you said, wiggling your finger in front of him.

“Who’s Willy Wonka? Is he from the Ministry?”

“What — no! Agh, you are impossible, Malfoy.”

“I prefer ‘love,’ but Malfoy will do for now. Anyway, you wanna try the Sugar Quills?”

“Naw, I’ll be using that for History of Magic. I’ll be doing a lot of thinking there.”

“Merlin’s beard, this is a lot. If I end up with diabetes tell my grandfather we’re more alike than he thinks.”

Draco almost choked on his own jelly slugs as both of you launched into fits of laughter. You reached out to grab an acid pop. “Thank you for this — these, I mean.”

“I’d pat your hair but it might get stocky from my hands. Just move closer so I can kiss your forehead.”

“I’m good, thanks,” you said. The smile on his face faltered, and you tried not to laugh. You stood up and walked over to him to press a kiss on his forehead. “We’ll try the Fizzing Whizzbees later after I finish these Pepper Imps.”

“Maybe you could . . . take me to one of your candy shops?”

“I don’t have one,” you said in between chewing a piece of a candy.

“I mean, Muggle candy shops or something.”

“You mean you want to come with me this summer?”

“I guess why not? I mean, doesn’t really have to be this summer, but why not?”

“Yeah, okay, why not?” You reached out to play with his hair, but he practically jumped out before you even could.

“You’re gonna dirty my hair!”

“‘You’re gonna dirty my hair!’” you mockingly said, laughing. “Don’t worry, I’ll treat you to cotton candy once I get my driver’s license. I’ll even bring you to a drive-thru.”

“Drive-thru?”

“Mhm, just you wait. For now, just have some Acid Pops and burn your tongue.”

“Oh, shut up before I open those boxes of Chocolate Frogs all at once.”

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you both were running as fast as you could, his long legs made him lead you through the crowd of fighting wizards and witches. screams could be heard echoing and bouncing off the foggy clouds and mere sunlight. your legs began faltering as you felt your calves beginning to burn, they were aching, and you were so tired. 

draco noticed your movements and pace slow down and made a stop. his eyes scanned your face as his hands clasped your jaw. 

"look at me," he pleaded. 

your tired eyelids opened and tears began streaming down your face, you couldn't do it anymore. 

"you are not going to give up on me, y/n. remember everything were going to do after this, we'll live near the beach. just like you wanted. okay?

"we'll have a family together. always and forever." 

a sad smile made its way to your lips, "always and forever." 

he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, but it held so much emotion. like if this was goodbye, or maybe you'd never see each other again. it held love and trust. you trusted him, that everything he had told you would happen. 

you would get a happy ending. 

but it obviously wasn't meant to be when a death eater had shouted, "avada kedavra!" behind your back. 

your eyes immediately widened as your mouth was opened agape and shocked. tears formed in your eyes as you felt your body shutting down. 

draco let out a scream of anger, agony, and pain. 

what did you do to deserve this? 

he quickly scrambled to meet your body that was shutting down so quickly. 

he brushed your hair out of your face and your head laid on his thigh, "no-no, y/n, don't you dare leave me right now!" 

you coughed feeling your throat well up and dry out. 

"draco, i'll be fine." you reassured him. 

your eyelids were becoming droopier and heavier as every second passed. 

students and classmates felt sympathy for the poor boy. the girl- person who was the light in his darkest days and set his heart aflame was slowly dying in his arms. you made him the happiest he had ever been and here you were now, breathing your last couple breaths.

tears streamed down his face like a waterfall- he couldn't lose you.

"draco, draco" you rasped out trying to get his attention, but his soul racking sobs made you want to tell him that everything will be okay. 

but that wasn't true, you'd be lying. 

finally you had caught his attention, "always and forever, remember that." you said that taking your last breath. 

he let out an ear piercing scream of agony that washed over the crowd. 

"we were supposed to have our happy ending, love. what happened to that!" 

he had finally found something real, but it was out of touch now. he couldn't ignite the flame that used to burn so brightly, it was dead. 

you were dead. 

he stayed stroking your cheek murmuring sweet words to your lifeless body. 

the world was caving in on him, he no longer felt being sweet, he wanted revenge. but what would this do for him? give him a couple seconds of relief for killing another death eater as if he wasn't one? it wasn't worth it. 

he just wished to be with you.

and someone was bound to grant him that wish. 

a death eater stood in front of him and snarled out, "just like your father, pathetic and weak." 

draco couldn't care less, but he was not about to be compared to his father. 

he gently placed your head onto the gravel floor and rose up to face the death eater. 

"don't you dare compare me to him!" draco barked out viciously. it seemed that the world was against him. 

they began dueling and an alarming blare of anger ran cold through his body. all he could see was red. 

draco threw a spell and the man fell back. the man soon got back up and wiped the blood off his lip. smirking he lifted his head so that his eyes could meet the blue piercing eyes of draco malfoy. 

"you think you're so smart, ehh?" 

draco just snarled in response. 

"avada kedavra!" the death eater yelled, aiming his wand at draco's chest. 

draco felt his body instantly go cold. 

it must be painless and quick he thought. he stumbled a few steps back and the man cackled watching the death of a seventeen year old boy.

oh, how he disgusts me.

his body fell back and he landed with a soft thud next to your body. another tear slipped from his eyes. his shaky hands reached out to hold yours. he clasped and interlaced them together; yours and his hands. a smile that was laced with evident pain and sadness played on his lips. 

he placed a peck on your lips and whispered,

"i'll meet you on the other side, always and forever." 

his body went limp as everything shut down. 

a bright light guided him home- to you. 

he was on the other side with you. 

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"hey, love, c'mere," he calls out, patting the place in the bed beside him and they look up from their typing with a tired face.

"i'm busy, i'll be in bed in a bit, gotta finish work first," they explain, looking back down at their screen and their typing resumes. tom sighs, going back to his book with nervous thoughts swirling around his mind.

the words in his books start to slowly blur as he starts to get tired, but he keeps himself awake, waiting for them to come to bed before he falls asleep.

putting his book aside, he pulls out his phone from the bedside table, the bright light helping him stay awake a little better.

"i'm sorry i took so long, there was some extra stuff i didn't know about," tom hears as his eyes are heavy, making his sleepiness be pushed away and he pushes himself up. "sorry, were you about to sleep?"

"nah, was waiting for you to come to bed first, can't sleep without you," he mutters with a sleepy yawn as they slip themselves in between his arms with tiredness but a sense of peace washes over them as they are where they need to be, in tom's warm embrace. a small sniffle comes from them, allergies, tom thinks, holding them tight, but the sniffle turns into several and then into feeling a pool of tears form onto his chest. "you okay?"

"just so tired," they explain, their face burrowing itself deeper into his embrace. "i haven't gotten good sleep in a while and i have too much work to survive."

"well sleep now, don't worry about work and just sleep," he smiles, petting the back of their hair comfortingly. "why don't you tell me about tomorrow morning, when we wake up, hm? you need some sleep."

"i'm sorry if i'm keeping you awake," they laugh light-heartedly, letting out a breath they didn't know they were keeping in.

"no worries, my love, i'm always here to talk, whenever and wherever," tom reassures, his hand still petting the back of their head with comfort and love. "why don't you tell me some of it now, hm?" he laughs which they feel as they lay against his chest.

"i'm so tired," they repeat, "my boss just piles everything people don't want to do onto me and sometimes i feel like i don't have enough power left to work anymore."

"why don't we take the weekend off, go to that beach?" tom offers, his eyes closed but his smile still evident. "i think it'll get work off your mind and i'll be able to see you in a swimsuit," he adds, a devious smirk, making them let out a small laugh.

"you would like that, wouldn't you?" they chuckle, their worries somewhat lifted away as tom comforts them with a little teasing.

tom lets out a sleepy sigh that couples with their tired breaths, and he whispers a small go to sleep, love, making them nod slowly and close their eyes.

"you sure?" he queries with an honest smile and she answers with a nod, so he continues. as she hears the clicking of his keycaps, her hands snaked their way to his back, steadying herself while also nuzzling her face into his neck. "smell so good," she mutters quietly as she.

"you smell good too," he smiles, patting her hair. "baby, i'm gonna play now, alright?"

"o-okay," she nods before feeling him lean forward and hearing more clicking of keys.

"you need to be quiet, okay?" tom voices, which she replies with a soft nod. he takes the girl's quiet answer as a yes and the ding of him joining a call sounds through her ears.

"hey tom" "'ello mate"

she pays the boys -- who she identifies as blaise zabini and theodore not -- no mind. instead, she focuses on the boy whose lap she is straddling.

as tom speaks to the boys -- which he does so like she isn't even there --, every syllable that he sounds out makes her writhe just a little, though, unlike he demonstrates physically, he can feel every minuscule movement that she makes on his lap.

she doesn't pay any mind to the sounds that emit from the computer that her boyfriend is very much engrossed in. her senses focus only on tom -- how his shirt feels against her legs as she rubs against it, his heavenly smell that seems to linger on every fabric in the room (though she also smells the raspberry shampoo that he seems to love), his pale skin that she loves to glide her fingers against, the way his heartbeat is somewhat erratic, and the taste of his fingers that linger on her tongue still.

"fucking nonce!" she hears him shout and she knows what comes in quick succession after this. he does like always and jolts up slightly in frustration, causing a very loud moan to erupt from her as he thrusts into her further.

"what was that?" she hears one of his friends asks.

"it was your mum, zabini," tom deadpans while mindlessly petting his girlfriend's hair, something he's done that comforts himself and her. the simple actions make her sigh in comfort and start to relax again.

"you've got to be quieter next time, love," he whispers (so that the boys on the call can't hear him) in a sweet voice, which she responds to well with a slow nod, showing that she understands.

the next time he gets frustrated, she bites down on his shirt, muffling the soft moans that find their way out of her. she cogitates that tom is not paying attention to her so she starts to bounce slightly, but unlike she thinks, he's holding his own groans back.

"stop moving, slut," he states sternly -- but very quietly. the degrading nickname sends shivers down her spine.

what would he do if i don-

"i wouldn't let you come," he answers coldly. "i would fuck you but i would never let you have the satisfaction of coming. you would be crying and begging for some sort of release."

she continues to sit (very still after learning why not to) on him for another tortuous hour before tears spring out of her eyes and soak the fabric of his shirts, which he notices immediately.

right after she hears the ding of him muting himself on the call, he asks if she's okay as worry runs through his body.

"f-fe-feels so good," she answers quietly. "p-please, tom," she babbles, begging for nothing in particular, and a high-pitched moaning couples with her incoherent babbling.

"what does my love want?" he coos and maneuvres her so he can look at her face. he repeats his previous question, asking his love what she wants, but she only babbles about. she goes on about with her begging, not telling tom what she wants from him. "i think i've broken my girl, haven't i?" tom laughs. "she's just a dumb cockwhore after i had some fun, isn't she?"

she nods shamelessly, abandoning her nonsensical begging -- and honestly her pride.

"one more round, love, i know you're very needy and hmmm, i believe my good girl needs a reward," tom smiles before placing a small kiss on her lips. "you know i love you, right?"

"i love you too, tom," she nods before going to her previous position of holding him close, her face pressing against his shirt. she hears the familiar ding of him being unmuted, and him explaining that he had to sign for some mail.

after another round of sitting still in his lap so that he wouldn't punish her (in which tom had also not done anything to push her into a moaning mess), she hears him tells his friends that he's done for the night, stating he's too tired for another game.

"aw my baby, are you all dumb from some dick?" he coos as he slides out of her and carries her to the bed.

she nods quickly but tom raises an eyebrow, which are telling her words. "mhm, so dumb for you."

"that's what i thought," he laughs before she continues with her ramblings.

"i need you thomas," she begs, and to that, he answers with a cocky smile and shrugging off his shirt.

as fast as she said thomas, he thrust into her, causing a loud moan to escape from her.

he starts slowly at first, knowing that she's sensitive right now, and smirks at this sight below him. he takes her hand into his as he looks down at her, basking in how her mouth is agape with moans slowly spilling out, the way her hair is unkempt, the way his button shirt is too big for her so she doesn't button all the buttons while he fucks her. nothing could beat her wearing his clothes, the way it is just enough of oversized so he could still see the curves of her body. the way she wore his clothes made him want to just tear them off so he could worship her.

"f-faster, please," she requests with a moan and tom obliges, speeding up slowly with low groans.

"whose my good girl?" he asks with her sweet moans as an answer. "you want me to fuck you until you cry, huh?"

after confirming her thoughts with a curt nod, tom speeds up his thrusts, using the encouragement of her moans to keep him going.

"stop biting your lip, i want to hear how i'm making you feel."

with that, she releases her bottom lip from the confines of her teeth and lets out all the obscenities that make their way out of her, making tom smile in pleasure. his pleasure elevates as he feels her slightly tighten around him like a vice, urging for him to go faster, push her to her edge.

"gonna - mmm fuck - come for me, aren't you?" he smiles, continuing his fast pace as she answers with quick nods.

his pace stutters slightly so he focuses solely on her -- the way her hand intertwines with his so tightly that it almost hurts -- to concentrate.

the rolling of his hips and groans keep her grounded as a wave of pleasure washes over her. and tom continues to fuck her through it, finishing himself inside her.

reluctantly, he slides out of her, but he also returns with sweet kisses along the base of her neck and lips, all while their hands still grasp onto each other.

he whispers sweet things as he does so, stating that his good girl was so good for him and such. "you were so good for me, weren't you, huh?" "my good girl, i knew you could do this."

"come now, we need to get you cleaned up," tom states, stopping all the little praises so she's aware of where she's going. tom's arms secure their way around her body so he can carry her into the bathroom. "gonna unbutton your shirt so we can clean you off, get you clean, mhm?"

he smiles when she nods, showing him that she understands his words even in her blissed-out state. he carefully unbuttons the shirt and slips it off of her, throwing it into the laundry basket to be cleaned later.

"in you go," he states as he guides her into the shower, but goes to helps her more as he sees that her legs shake at every step.

she groans as she feels tom's hands scrub shampoo into her hair, liking the way it relaxes her. tom's eyes lighten as he sees that she pumps some shampoo into her hands and reflects his actions, scrubbing the soap into his hair.

"you feel so good, bunny," he smiles down at her. "have i told you how much i love you?"

"mhm, thomas, always," she mirrors his smile and adds the action of standing on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. "love you too."

when they finish with their shower, he wraps her up in one of his robes, which is oversized on her small body and grabs another to wrap around himself. after sitting her on their shared bed, he goes to grab some clothes for them; a shirt, shorts, and panties for her and shorts for him.

"was such a good girl for me, made me feel so good," he praises as he slips her panties on.

"did i really?" she smiles.

"mhm," he answers, shrugging on his shorts before joining her on the bed. tom's arms help her into the sheets, laying her body against his.

"does my bunny want more?" he jokes as she squirms against him to get comfortable.

"t-too tired, tommy," she mutters sleepily.

the pulling of your hair and the sharp pain it causes coupled with his cold tone makes you get even hornier.

"say why you're sorry or are just a dumb slut?" he asks in a mocking praising tone.

When you don't give him an answer quick enough, he reminds you that you don't want to break more rules, giving your hair a little yank.

"i'm sorry for breaking your rules," you answer.

"that's all?"

"i'm sorry for breaking your rules, sir," you add, correcting yourself. truthfully, you thought he was going to release the tight grasp on your hair, but nope, his hand was still pulling on your hair, which started to hurt.

"what do you think i should do with you?" he muses. "should i keep you on edge for the whole wee-"

"no, please, I'll be a good girl for you, sir," you beg, and in an instant, you realize what you did. "sorry, sir."

"sorry doesn't cut it," tom cuts. "i'm starting to realize why no one wanted you, you're just a dumb bitch. i might need to teach you how to behave."

your eyes go wide, what could he be referring to? but your thoughts are cut short when he lets go of your hair, though, the pain in your scalp is still present. you look into his eyes and are met with cold black eyes staring you down.

"kneel over my knee," he says, to which you quickly oblige and when you finally situate yourself in the position -- ass up, face in the pillows --, you hear a very small groan emit from the man. "you know why i have to do this right?"

"to teach me how to behave, sir," you respond, the words slightly muffled as you didn't raise your head when you spoke. "you know i hate doing this, but you need to be taught a lesson," tom states before the sound of a sharp slap rings through your ears.

"one, t-thank you," you try to say confidently, but it comes out shaky.

"already shaking from the first one?" he mocks.

the rest come in quick succession after the first one, the sounds of your counting and thank you's diligently following each one.

"t-ten! thank you," you say, relieved that it's over, knowing it's five for one rule. you lift up your head after rubbing your face with the pillow, which has little pools of tears stained on it.

"you did so well," he smiles, rubbing your ass just a little, which causes you to wince just a bit.

you can tell he didn't hit as hard as he could since when you sit on his lap, it only hurts just a bit. the graze of his trouser against you such a lovely pleasure that mixes astronomically well with the sharp pain of your butt, but tom has none of it.

his hands hold you down by your hips, forcing you to stay still.

"are you shameless? dumb? you were so good when i was giving you your punishment, but then you go on and rub against my trousers like a shameless little slut?" he degrades, shaking his head with disappointment. "i was going to give you a prize for being so good, but i've changed my mind, sluts don't deserve rewards."

after hearing only silence from you, tom rolls his eyes.

"anything to say for yourself or are you just going to sit on lap?"

"i'm sorry, sir," you murmur with your eyes looking down for the fear if you looked into his eyes, he would only get madder.

"look at me when you speak," he cuts as he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. "aw, did you cry?" he laughs, seeing the stains of tears that run down your cheeks. "now c'mon, lay down."

you nod, somewhat confused but oblige by getting off his lap and rests against the headboard.

"you look like an angel, but you're really a corrupt little slut, huh?" tom coos from the end of the bed, staring you down with eyes that seem to drown you whenever you look at them. “you know what i’m gonna do to you?”

“lick your pretty pussy and watch you cry some pretty tears as i don’t let you come,” he states with a wicked smile. “you want that, don’t you? to beg for me to let you come like you deserve it?”

“y-yes please,” you mewl, looking down as he slips off your panties.

“bloody hell, you’re all wet from what? spanking?” tom teases as he runs a finger along the outside of your entrance, which causes you to buck your hips slightly. you want any sort of friction, to make him do what he promised even if it ruined you. “what do you say?”

“please, sir,” you plead as you look down at him, a wicked smirk on his face as obliges.

his tongue kitten licks her clit, circling around it sensually.

“tom, please,” you beg. his eyes look up at you and you feel his stupid smirk against you.

tom drowns in the way your head throw backs, eyes practically rolled back all the way, mouth agape with little moans he loves, and the way your hand tries to make him give it all to you.

the way his tongue caressed your pussy drove you mad, then he adds his fingers.

“tom, f-fuck!”

he watches your reactions, the little tweaks in your face, smiling at every one of them, and continues to pump in his two fingers inside of you. your fingers could never feel as good as his, the way he would know every single weak point inside you, every button to press to make you feel so good, and reach much farther than yours could.

mixed with the lapping of your clit coupled with now the added bonus of the curling of his fingers, you feel the coil snapping, the knot undoing itself carefully, but then you remember his words. Don’t come, be his good girl.

And you don’t, and it earns you a smile, but also his fingers and tongue being taken away from you.

“Open,” he states, his presence towering over you, and you do as he says, showcasing your tongue for him. Tom smiles at the way it’s so easy to get you to submit to him, and tom’s fingers make their way into your mouth. A hum comes from him when he sees and feels you diligently sucking on his fingers. “Don’t you think you taste so good?”

You nod with his fingers, which exits you with a pop!.

“I wanna fuck you so bad right now,” tom smiles, his belt clinking as he takes off his pants. He quickly enters you, not wanting to waste any more time. “Merlin, you feel so fucking good, my little slut always feeling so good.”

The way his dick thrusts into you so hard and fast makes the wailing of his name mix with the moans of pleasure. All you could think is tom marvolo riddle and the only thing he could think is you. The chase of pleasure causes everything to be pushed away, well, everything except tom’s presence, the way his dick slides in and out of her.

Tom looks down at you, your mouth wailing with pleasure, and he smiles, realizing what to do.

He spits into her mouth, which makes you snap your eyes back into focus and stare into his eyes as you swallow it diligently.

“Bloody hell,” he groans, the rolls of hips speeding up against you. The wanting to tease you compels him to put your legs on top of his shoulders, his dick now thrusting into you deeper than before, causing whimper to escape from you.

The quick speed combines deliciously with the depth in which he reaches in you, the combination making the familiar coil starting to splinter and snap.

tom, knowing your body and its reactions probably better than you, goes faster, as if he wasn’t going the fastest he’s ever gone.

“want me to come in you, huh? your pussy is practically begging me to with it tightening around me like that,” tom groans with a smile that made him look drunk with pleasure, which is true.

and due to the quick snapping of his hips that causes the sound of slapping of skin to mix with their combined moans, you let the coil snap, for the knot to undo itself, and tom relishes in the way you do so. you spasm around him, causing him to finish inside you and this causes your cum to mix together and reside inside of you.

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