slytherin boys react

lorenzo berkshire: you feeling insecure in a dress

you glance nervously at yourself in the mirror, adjusting the material of the dress you've chosen for the evening. the soft fabric caresses your skin, but you can't help the flutter of insecurity in the pit of your stomach.

just then, the door to your room creaks open, and he walks in, his eyes widening at the sight of you in the dress. he steps into the room, shutting the door quietly behind him, his gaze tracing over your figure.

lost in thought and self-consciousness, you continue to inspect your reflection, smoothing down the skirt and adjusting the straps of the dress. you don't notice him enter until you feel a sudden warmth behind you.

his chest presses gently against your back, his arms encircling your waist, drawing you against him. you jump slightly, startled by his presence, but his grip is firm and reassuring, holding you with care. "you look stunning," he murmurs in your ear, his voice low and husky.

you let out a small sigh, shaking your head, unconvinced, even as his touch sends a shiver down your spine. "no," you reply, your voice laced with doubt, "i don't look stunning. i look like i'm trying too hard."

his grip tightens, pulling you closer, his body pressed firmly against yours. "don't say that," he says quietly, his breath hot against your neck. "i mean it," he continues, his tone firm. "you look beautiful. you look absolutely incredible."

he kisses the sensitive skin of your nape, his lips traveling along the column of your neck, leaving a trail of warmth. "i can't take my eyes off you," he whispers, his hands roaming over the fabric of the dress.

he showers your neck and shoulders with soft, lingering kisses, his lips mapping a path over your skin. "i won't let you deny it," he whispers between kisses. "you're gorgeous."

he moves one hand up to run through your hair, gently tipping your head back to give him better access to your jawline and the sensitive skin below your ear. "say it," he demands, his voice low and commanding. "admit that you're beautiful."

he presses his body against yours from behind, his other hand sliding around to skim over your stomach, the material of the dress bunching beneath his touch.

"i need to hear you say it," he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "i need to hear you acknowledge how beautiful you are." his words are muffled with more kisses, his hands roaming over your body, possessive and confident.

as his hands explore and his lips tease, your resolve begins to crumble, and the words fall from your lips before you even realize it. "alright," you murmur, your voice shaky. "i admit it... i look good... sometimes."

he presses another kiss to the nape of your neck, his hands sliding around to rest on your hips, his thumbs tracing slow circles over the dress. "but you don't look good sometimes," he corrects, spinning you around so you're facing him. "you look good all the time."

he pulls you against him, his arms encircling you, holding you close as he looks down at you. "you have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs, his eyes darkening with desire. "i can't keep my hands off you," he continues, his voice thick with want. "not when you look this good."