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MATURE
You found yourself with your hands in your hair as you made your way to your boyfriends dorm. Foul words fell from your lips as you opened the door, the heavy wood slamming by itself behind you.
"It's not fair!" You threw your hands up, waving them frantically before collapsing onto Tom's bed.
He looked up from his desk and whatever on it had him so interested, his eyes moving as his body turned to face you. Tom watched as you kicked your legs around, screaming into the sheets below your body.
He rolled his eyes in annoyance and turned back around, his hand gripping his quill and dipping it into the dark ink before he started writing something on the parchment. "What ever is the matter with you?"
You sat up, a pout evident on your lips as you did. His back was facing you, but you were sure he was listening. "Fucking Angelica," you began, a pillow in your lap, you gripped it with your hands, squeezing it tightly. "She's pissing me off."
The boy sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before a smirk appeared on his face. He put his quill back and muttered a small spell that twisted the ink cap back on. His moved his hands across the desk, pushing everything off, tapping on the wood with his ring clad hands.
You huffed and stood up from the bed, leaving the pillow behind as you made your way over to his desk. You sat on the wood, Tom gripping your right left leg and moving it so it was on the outside of his leg, yours feet either side of him. "I just can't believe someone would have the nerve to do that," you watched as your boyfriend ran his hands up your legs before stopping at your lower thigh. "I mean, where does one gather the courage."
He hummed lightly, attempting to give you the illusion that he was listening to what you were saying. He absolutely was not.
Tom let his lips attach to the inner thigh of your right leg, his fingers etching your skirt up and revealing your underwear to him. You watched as he did so, your voice turned silent and you sat there stunned, only just realising what was going on. Tom really wasn't one to give.
The rare sight of surprise took over you as you looked down to him, his head between your thigh, his lips pecking light, feather-like kisses to the inside of them. You gasped deeply, taking in the air around you - or at least as much as your lungs would allow.
Tom smirked at you reaction and the way your body tensed under his touch, he always had you where he wanted you and today was no different. His eyes found your own, the look of desperation in your face mixed with shock made him bare his teeth and bite a small mark into your skin. "Keep talking."
His hand pushed your skirt up higher, his lips moving further up your thigh. You could feel his hair in the place you needed him most. The anticipation was killing you. You backed yourself further into the wall, Tom immediately pulling you back down towards him. He said to keep talking and you needed to do just that.
"I just don't want to be giving advice to someone who isn't willing to take it." You confessed, your eyes still stuck on Tom and what he was doing to you, he moved his thumb over your underwear and lightly grazed it while his lips continued to work on your thighs. He kissed up one before moving to the other, completely refusing to acknowledge you core. "I thought that being friends meant that she would listen to me." You sucked in a breath as Tom's teeth found your skin again, a smirk forming on his lips.
he placed a single soft kiss to your heat, his tongue lightly swiping over your underwear - which was admittedly quite wet from him working only on your thighs. He always got these reactions out of you, and he loved it.
