Girl I got a new disease called INFTTDCID (if new freaky Tom thoughts doesnt come, I'll die)
yk what I’ve been thinking of lately? Prefect!Tom and his stupidly large cock. girthy? painfully so. veiny? u literally feel them moving inside you, rubbing against ur insides, making u whine with sensitivity. his mouth? even filthier than the sounds ur pussy makes by the time he’s made you cum five times.
this man—tie perfectly in place throughout the whole day, hair always combed and shiny and taken care of, strict and unforgiving with his prefect duties—is a whole different person when he’s buried to the hilt inside your slick hole.
he is no longer the Tom Riddle other students know. he turns into this version only you ever get to see. groaning, skin glistening with sweat, brown curls stuck to his forehead as he drives himself deeper with each thrust. he lets you know just how good you feel too—praise, degradation, the perfect mix of both.
“pretty little slut.”
“such a perfect toy.”
“my good obedient whore.”
prefect!Tom whispers all of these in your ear while your cheeks are already soaked with tears, your nails leaving red scratch marks on his back—but that doesn’t stop him, no—if anything, it encourages him to roll his hips deeper into your own, to increase his pace just slightly.
he won’t let you run from your last orgasm either. he’ll flip you around, have you lay down flat on your stomach, pull out briefly and let you believe that he’s finally done with you—but then, with one rough, mean thrust he’s back inside you, stretching your already sore walls even further with this new angle.
the second you try to wriggle yourself free from beneath him Tom pins your wrist to your back, and you soon regret ever trying to run from him.
the bed squeaks, headboard hitting the wall—still, those noises are drowned out by the sharp sound of his skin slapping against your own, and your muffled moans and cries which don’t make it past the hand he’s got clamped over your mouth.
“you’ll come for me one last time. want me to have mercy with you? then come around my cock like the good slut you are.”
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after all of this he’ll clean you up (if he’s in a especially good mood he’ll do it himself, otherwise he uses a cleansing spell) and let you snuggle up to him. a few hours and endless forehead kisses later, his facade slips back into place and you carefully sneak out of his room before curfew starts.
you wouldn’t want him to catch you walking the corridors this late at night, would you? ;)
