slytherin boys react

mattheo riddle: baking something for them but they don't like it

he stands, leaning against the courtyard wall, eyes glued to his phone. you approach with a small plate covered by a cloth, your heart thumping in your chest. his eyes lift, noticing you. "hey," he greets, curiosity flickering in his gaze. "what's that?"

you extend the plate toward him, feeling a little bashful. "i made something for you."

his eyes widen slightly. "for me?" he takes the plate from you, uncovering it to reveal the treat. "you made this?" he asks, sounding surprised. he glances from the treat to your face, and a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "you're awesome," he says softly.

a warm, fluttering sensation spreads through your chest, but uncertainty lingers. "you think so?"

he nods, his smile growing a little wider. "definitely. no one's ever made me something before." he lifts the treat to his mouth and takes a bite. his expression doesn't change, but there's a flicker in his eyes as he chews.

he takes another bite, and then another. the silence feels unbearable as you wait for any sign of what he really thinks. your stomach churns as the seconds tick by.

after finishing, he sets the plate down on a nearby bench. his expression is unreadable as he finally looks up at you. "that was good," he says softly, a small smile curling his lips.

a sigh of relief escapes you. "you really think so?" you ask, searching his face for any sign that he might be lying to spare your feelings.

his smile widens. "yeah, it was really good," he replies, stepping a little closer. "thanks for making it for me."

before you can respond, his hands slide up to cup your cheeks, and you freeze, heart hammering wildly in your chest. then, without warning, he leans in and presses a gentle, quick kiss to your lips.

your breath catches, eyes widening in shock. when he pulls back, his hands remain on your face, his touch lingering.

a slow smile spreads across his face, his voice soft and teasing. "you look surprised."

as you begin to recover from the kiss, something nags at you. his lips... they tasted salty. realization dawns, and your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"did you..." you trail off, unsure how to ask, as his amused gaze remains fixed on you.

he chuckles, his eyes sparkling. "yeah," he says with a grin. "looks like you used a little too much salt."

your face heats up even more. "i'm so sorry," you stammer. "i didn't realize-"

he interrupts you with a soft laugh. "it's okay," he reassures you, his hands still resting gently on your face.

his gaze lingers on your lips. "you know," he murmurs, voice dropping lower, "you taste better than the treat." his hands slide down to your hips, pulling you closer. "your lips are much sweeter," he says, eyes locked with yours.

he leans in again, his breath warm against your skin. he whispers, his lips hovering close to yours, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and longing. "and i think i want another taste of that sweetness."