slytherin boys react

lorenzo berkshire: making you sit on their lap

you were walking to the library on your way to get some peace and quiet. As you enter and walk further in, you spot lorenzo sitting at one of the tables.

you try to walk past him, feeling a surge of anger because he had ignored your messages last night, but he quickly notices you and grabs your wrist.

"did you just try to walk past me, y/n?" he says with a small smirk, catching your attempt to avoid him.

you halt in your tracks, feeling a mix of irritation and amusement. "maybe," you reply, giving him a playful glare.

he chuckles, his smirk widening as he steps closer to you. "well, you can't escape me that easily," he says, his tone teasing yet sincere.

you raise an eyebrow at lorenzo's comment, a hint of defiance in your expression. "i don't know about that," you retort, trying to tug your wrist free from his grasp.

he tightens his grip slightly, his smirk growing bolder. "oh, i think i do," he replies, his tone laced with amusement.

before you can protest further, lorenzo pulls you towards him, causing you to stumble slightly. with a surprising amount of strength, he effortlessly guides you onto his lap, his arms wrapping securely around your waist to steady you.

you let out a startled gasp at the sudden movement, feeling a flush of heat spread across your cheeks. "enzo, what are you doing?" you ask, a mix of surprise and indignation in your voice.

he grins, unfazed by your reaction. "just making sure you can't run away from me," he says, his tone playful yet determined.

you squirm in his grasp, feeling a strange mixture of annoyance and exhilaration at being held so close to him. despite your initial resistance, you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the unexpected intimacy of the situation.

he leans back in his chair, his smirk still firmly in place as he meets your gaze. "see? now we can have a proper conversation," he says, his tone light but with a hint of something else.

you roll your eyes, though a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. "this is hardly the ideal way to have a conversation, enzo," you reply, trying to maintain annoyed.

he chuckles, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your waist. "maybe not, but it's definitely more interesting," he says, his gaze lingering on yours.