slytherin boys react

theodore nott: kissing you for the first time

you were arguing with him over how possessive he was after he got unreasonably angry when you went on a date with another guy.

"i can do what i want!" you bark.

"no, you can't," he retorts firmly. his expression is serious, a mix of frustration and concern evident in his eyes.

"what the hell is your problem?" you say.

there's a tense moment of silence. it's becoming hard for him to keep calm. "you're my problem," he says.

"yeah? well, you're mine too!" you snap back.

that catches him off guard, and he freezes for a moment. he feels a sudden sense of satisfaction and happiness hearing you say that. he takes a deep breath before speaking again. "mine?" he says, almost questioning.

"yes, you're-" you begin, but he cuts you off.

he pulls your body closer, his breath now hot and heavy as he speaks with authority. "mine. say it," he demands, pausing for emphasis. "say it again." he says.

"what...?" you say, caught off guard.

"say that i'm yours," he insists, getting closer to you, his face just inches away from yours.

"what?" you say, confused.

"say it. i'm yours." he says as his hands gently come up to cup the sides of your face. "just say i'm yours, that's it, that's all you have to do, just say that i am yours..." he says in a demanding tone, yet there's a hint of desperation in his voice.

there's another moment of silence. he keeps looking directly into your eyes, his intense gaze holding you captive.

"you're mine?" you say, still unsure.

he continues to stare straight ahead at you, unable to look away. "yeah, i'm yours now," he whispers.

he holds your chin and pulls you closer, your mouths now just inches apart. "all yours," he murmurs gently, his voice filled with a mix of desire and desperation.

he keeps looking at you straight in the eyes as you feel his hands slowly slide down from your face, his knuckles grazing your neck, before he started to slowly slide his fingers down to your hips. his body was almost flush up against yours at this point. he could feel your breath against his face and it was getting very hard for the both of you to maintain the distance between your mouths.

he was feeling himself getting more and more desperate as he moves forward, his mouth now mere centimeters from yours. his mind was full of mixed emotions. desire, anger, desperation, pleasure. he suddenly pulls you roughly towards him, his body pushes up against yours, he didn't even realize what he was doing but he didn't want to stop. "yours." he whispers faintly before smashing his lips against yours, leaving you no time to react.

he loses himself in the kiss for a few seconds, he couldn't think clearly anymore, his mind was just filled with desire. he wraps his arms around you tightly as his hips started to press into yours while he continues to kiss you deeply, slowly, and hungrily. his head felt like it was spinning, he kept kissing you hungrily, with passion and desperation that he didn't even know he had. his kisses soon became more and more needy every passing second, his tongue gently exploring your mouth, his hands holding your hips tightly.

he suddenly pulls back and there was a moment of silence as both of you were breathing heavily. "damn.." he mutters under his breath. he couldn't think clearly. he suddenly leans forward again and gently pushes you back against the wall, his hands slowly sliding down from your hips to your thighs. "please.. don't tell me to stop.." he whispers into your ear.