slytherin boys react

lorenzo berkshire: as your summer fling

- kissed you the first night you met him
- constantly called you 'baby'
- loved swimming at night with you and making you wear his clothes after
- left love marks on you every chance he got
- told you he was going to miss you every chance he could
- told you he was in love with you
- "i don't think i'll ever forget about you, i'll miss you a lot you know?"

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you stand before a lovely water fountain, the sound of streaming water adding to the serene atmosphere. as you lean down to take a drink, you feel a pair of arms snake around your waist from behind.

he buries his head in the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses along your skin. you giggle at the tickling sensation as he tries to distract you, nibbling at your ear playfully.

his kisses trail along your neck, his lips warm and soft against your skin. the cool air is contrasted by the heat of his breath as he continues to nip and caress your neck.

he smiles against your skin, clearly enjoying your reaction. he then pulls you closer, his lips finding yours in a messy kiss as the water from the fountain splashes against both of your faces.

his mouth moves against yours hungrily, the taste of water and the cool spray from the fountain mixing together. his hands grip your waist tightly, pulling you back against his chest. he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping between your lips, tasting and exploring as the water continues to fall around you.

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as the night air cools your skin, you pull your shirt back on after your refreshing swim. the damp fabric clings to your body, accentuating your curves. he steps out of the water, his own body still dripping wet, and watches you with a lazy smile. his gaze rakes over your form before he speaks up. "wear my shirt instead."

he reaches out, his hand sliding up the hem of your shirt, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your stomach. "i like seeing you in my clothes," he mutters, his voice low and rough.

he steps even closer, his body almost pressing against yours. his hands move to the hem of your shirt, starting to lift it up slowly. "let me take it off and put mine on you," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

he peels your shirt off your body, his eyes roaming over you with open appreciation. the soft fabric of his own shirt soon replaces the one you just removed, his hands gently guiding it over your head and down your body.

he tugs the edges of the shirt, ensuring it sits perfectly on you, his gaze lingering on the way it hugs your curves. his fingers brush against your exposed skin as he adjusts the fit of the shirt, his touch casual yet deliberate.

he steps back to admire the sight of you in his shirt, his eyes taking in every detail, from the way it hangs off your shoulders to how it falls just above mid-thigh. he lets out a satisfied hum, his hands lingering on your waist. "much better."