slytherin boys react

mattheo riddle: being out in the rain with them

as you walk, the air thickens. the first drops of rain fall, landing on your face, their cool touch both refreshing and exhilarating. he tenses, watching as the raindrops begin to hit the ground around you.

"look, it's starting to rain," you say, gesturing to the sky. "we should probably go back inside."

"no, let's stay for a minute," he says, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"are you sure? this weather looks really bad, and we could get sick," you protest.

"don't worry so much. just come on," he says, grinning as he grabs your hand and pulls you into the rain with him.

you let out a laugh as he drags you into the rain, your feet splashing in the puddles that form on the ground. "i'm getting soaked!" you cry out, playfully resisting his grip.

but he's not letting go. his hand is firm around yours, and his eyes are full of stubborn determination. "just for a minute," he repeats, pulling you further into the storm.

the ground is slick from the rain, and your foot slides out from under you as you try to keep up with him. with a gasp, you start to fall, but he's there to catch you. you both tumble to the ground, ending up in a heap of soaking wet limbs, with you sprawled on top of him.

he lets out a laugh, wrapping his arms around you. your hearts race as you feel his wet hair against your neck, his breath soft on your skin.

"i told you we should've gone inside," you say, your voice teasing as you look down at him.

"and miss this?" he replies, grinning up at you. "no, this is exactly where i want to be." he reaches up, gently brushing a wet strand of hair from your face. "you're breathtaking," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the downpour. "absolutely breathtaking."

he runs his hand down your back, his touch both gentle and possessive. "you're like a dream," he murmurs, his eyes fixed on yours.

he pulls you close, his body against yours, his warmth mingling with the cool rain still falling around you. his lips brush against yours in a soft, lingering kiss that makes butterflies flutter in your stomach. his arms tighten around you as the kiss deepens, his passion and affection pouring into the moment.

you find yourself lost in the sensation, in the way his fingers trace shapes on your skin, in the way his heart beats against your own. "i can't get enough of you," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "you're everything i've ever wanted, and more."