Merula at Breakfast time(NSFW)

It was to early for this.
To. Fucking. Early.

Anon sat in the Great Hall, dressed in his green robes just barely awake as he tried to concentrate on eating the massive sandwich he held in his hand for breakfast. Across from him, sat Merula, a cute albeit abrasive witch. The two had a history of constantly being at each others throats, constantly trying to one-up each other and somehow always managing to escalate their feud one way or another. But Anon didn't expect this to be the next step of whatever plan Merula had next.

A few minutes earlier Merula had removed her shoe and brought her foot to Anon's leg. Anon assumed she was just trying to kick him or something childish like that, but he soon learned that her intentions were not quite as violent. She slowly brought her foot up to his thigh and then eventually, his crotch. Anon instinctively flinched and dropped his sandwich, prompting the Slytherin sitting next to him to ask if he was okay.

"Yeah doing just fine," Anon said through his teeth while looking his enemy dead in the eyes. Her tired eyes looked into his for a split second, and a slight smirk grew on her face. Despite the threat of being caught Merula began to carry on, rubbing her foot across Anon's penis as stealthily as she could. Above the table, Anon was struggling, he tried to do whatever he could to keep from something embarrassing to happen, mostly just getting hard as the robes often did little to hide them. Anon tried everything he could, he focused on his breakfast,on his upcoming tests, he even began to think of Dumbledore's old ass. It seemed futile however, as with everything he tried Merula just tried harder too.

Merula was not easing up on the poor boy. Seeing Anon try to get his mind off it just made her want to try harder. Her stokes became more forceful and her speed increased, she ran the risk of getting caught herself at this rate, but thought to herself, "Eh fuck it," and carried on anyway. The soft lace of her stocking, rubbed against the cotton of Anon's robe and slowly, but surely she could feel him starting to harden up. Anon would have been lying if he said this didn't feel good, and as such let his guard down.

Even as his boner reached it's full form, Merula didn't relent. She moved her foot from the Anon's head to the base gaining speed with each stroke. Every now and then Merula would keep her foot on the tip and gently move it around in little circles. All of this teasing eventually came to a head as Anon felt familiar waves of pleasure coming upon him. He was conflicted at this point, on the one hand the story of him creaming his robes would be told at Hogwarts for generations, on the other he really didn't want to get blue-balled like that. And yet, just as quickly as she began, Merula took her foot off Anon and stood up.

"I'll see you at potions," Merula coldly stated, still smirking at Anon. A little disappointed and aching, Anon sighed and turned back to his breakfast, trying his best to get back to the flaccid state he was at the beginning of the morning.