slytherin boys react - II

theodore nott: as a vampire

you slowly start to stir as you feel his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. his soft breath brushes against your skin, and you instinctively pull him closer, still half-asleep.

as you awaken further, something feels off. his arms around you are tighter, almost possessive, and his nuzzling has turned into gentle kisses against your neck. "theo?" you murmur, your voice groggy as you reach up to run your fingers through his messy locks.

he lets out a soft, satisfied sigh as your fingers rake through his hair, but it quickly turns into a low growl. he pulls you closer, his teeth lightly grazing your skin, nibbling gently at the sensitive flesh of your neck. "i'm so hungry," he mutters, a hint of desperation in his voice. "so hungry for you."

he buries his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, as if savoring your scent. his hands roam possessively over your body, as if trying to claim you. "please," he whispers, his lips now against your ear. "i need a taste."

you know what he wants, and part of you wants to give in, to let him have his fill. "theo, wait," you say, but the words fade as his tongue traces a path down to your collarbone.

his hunger takes over, and he nips and sucks at your skin, moving downward until he reaches your shoulder. "i can't wait," he growls, his voice raspy with need. "i need you now." suddenly, he rolls you onto your back, pinning you beneath him. his eyes are dark, almost feral as they lock onto yours. "i'm sorry," he mutters, thick with desire. "i just can't control myself when i'm this hungry."

you gasp as he holds you down, your heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. swallowing hard, you manage to whisper, "it's okay... i want to give you what you need."

his eyes flicker with approval, and he leans down, nuzzling your neck once more. then, without warning, his fangs pierce your skin. you gasp, a mix of shock and pain flooding through you. his arms tighten, holding you in place as he begins to drink.

he's gentle, but the hunger is undeniable. his fangs remain buried in your flesh as he draws your life force in small, steady sips. between sips, his lips move against your skin, murmuring apologies and gratitude. "i'm sorry," he mutters. "i can't stop. you taste so good."

gradually, his grip loosens, and he pulls away slightly, his lips stained with your blood. his eyes are filled with guilt, still tinged with hunger. "thank you," he whispers, his voice ragged. "i'm sorry... i couldn't stop."

he leans down, licking the wound gently, his tongue warm against your skin. "i hope i didn't hurt you too much."

you swallow, still catching your breath. "you're... you're welcome."

he gazes at you, conflicted, his hunger battling with concern. then, he pulls you gently into his lap, cradling you against his chest. his body trembles slightly, the aftereffects of feeding evident in his shaking. he presses soft kisses to the wound on your neck. "i didn't take too much, did i?" he asks anxiously.

you reach up, running your fingers through his hair to calm him. "no, i'm fine," you assure him, trying to keep your voice steady.

he relaxes a little, though his hold remains tight and possessive. burying his face in your neck again, his breath warm against your skin, he mutters gruffly, "i don't deserve you. i could have torn your throat out, but instead, you let me drink from you like you're my personal blood bag."