teasing. | syltherin boy headcanons
authorās note: based on a request i received. i am feral.
- your boyfriends reaction to you teasing him under the table at dinner.
Draco Malfoy.
Draco had been in a proper fowl mood all day, and you could tell he was stressed, a clear mixture of a million different things floating through his mind.
You were literally counting down the seconds until you could finally be alone with him, but dinner was fucking dragging.
Sitting next to him, you couldnāt help but to sneak continual glances at him, noting his silver eyes darkened to a deep shade of grey, the tension in his jaw practically palpable as he stared at his plate like he could hex it into another dimension.
Just looking at him made your breath quicken, made your pulse soar.
Of course, part of you empathized with his shitty day, but the other part of you wanted to get on your knees for him right then and there--
because, undeniably so, heās at his fucking sexiest when heās pissed.
As Pansyās chipper voice filled the air, yammering away to a blissfully blazed Zabini, both of them seated across from you and your boyfriend, an idea sparked in your mind.
Without hesitation, you scooted closer to him, subtly enough to not draw any attention to yourself, but enough for Draco to shoot you a side-eyed glance, eyebrow raised.
Feeling his eyes on you, you kept your gaze on your plate as you brushed your hand against his thigh, testing his reaction.
You could practically hear him swallow, could practically feel his body tense, and youād try not to smirk.
Thrilled, youād inch your fingers further, tracing small patterns along the middle of his thigh before trailing upwards.
Heād shift on the bench, the veins in his hands tensing as he tightened his grip on his fork.
His reactions would fuel your fire, and youād keep going, grazing over his crotch, and heād groan, stifling it with a cough instantly, and thatās when heād had enough.
Shifting his hand, heād grasp your thigh, now--with an intensity in his grip so strong youād almost squeal. A silent warning.
Heād lean in, his voice darker than the midnight sky as heād whisper, āyouāre lucky I have some dignityā¦but keep it up and Iāll bend you over this fucking table right now, in front of everyone.ā
your grin would be unmissable, and youād only make it another few minutes before he dragged you away from the table and back to his dorm.
Blaise Zabini.
Blaise was literally just eating. And thatās all it took.
Thatās all it took for you to want him, to damn-near need him, right then and there.
Heād been flirty with you all morning, making you swoon over his every word with his typical Zabini charm, as though he was still trying to win you over.
You found yourself giggling like a goddamn first year more times than you could even begin to count while he was around, and it drove you crazy, in the best way.
You couldnāt help it, you just always wanted to be near him, kissing him, touching him. He just made you feel that needy. Effortlessly.
And that feeling carried over throughout the entirety of your day, and didnāt falter at dinner. Oh, not even in the slightest.
If anything, it intensified.
Just watching him, in his own little world, focused on his food, casually chiming into the conversation every now and then between bites--it just did something to you. Something you couldnāt explain.
The way the veins in his hands tensed with each movement, the confident aura that surrounded him, regardless of what he was doing, was just fucking intoxicating.
And so, while caught in a moment of both mental and sexual tension, you discreetly placed your hand on his thigh while continuing to eat, feigning innocence as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Blaise looked over, immediately, and you could practically feel the smirk on his lips.
But then, with his typical Zabini composure, heād go back to eating, letting you keep your hand there.
As you dared to inch higher, heād seamlessly continue conversing with his friends, as if entirely unaffected by your advances.
The conversation flowed effortlessly, and to anyone else, itād seem as though nothing out of the ordinary was transpiring.
At this point, youād be completely convinced that you were enjoying this more than he was.
But then, as youād get close to his crotch, dangerously close, heād lean in, his voice so deep itād send chills down your spine.
āYou better stop.ā
Youād grin, slowly moving higher, looking at him with innocent eyes. āOr what?ā
āYou just wait until I get you alone, babygirlā¦ā heād smirk, wetting his lips. āIāll get you back real fucking good.ā
Lorenzo Berkshire.
Lorenzo bloody Berkshire; your absolutely sexy, tease of a boyfriend.
Earlier, you had been paired together for an assignment in class, which had turned out to be the most infuriating part of your day.
Enzo was relentless in his teasing; partially because he couldnāt keep his fucking hands off of you, but also because he just loved getting a rise out of you.
All class heād stared at you with those big brown eyes, biting on his fucking lip as he smirked at you, pressing his crotch against your ass as the two of you gathered supplies for the assignment, acting like he wasnāt doing anything wrong.
By dinner, your head was spinning, your nerves were shot, and you were more than determined to get him back.
And youād do just that; finding your perfect opportunity while he was casually eating, not really paying you much attention.
Youād shift closer to him, resting your chin on your palm as you fixed your gaze on him, smirking a devilish smirk.
āSo, Enz, what do you think of the new charms professor?ā
Youād inquire, your voice like honey as it slipped past your lips, your fingers brushing against his leg in unison.
As soon as your hand connected with his thigh, heād freeze, not daring to look at you, but stalling his movements completely, staring down at his plate as though itād just grown two legs and spoke to him.
Youād grin, pulling your lip between your teeth in an attempt to hide it, watching him as heād slowly resume his chewing, his breath coming in shallower bursts as you inched higher, excruciatingly slow.
āI-uhā¦heās, heās good-ā heād stammer, his voice cracking, clearing his throat to mask it. āThorough.ā
āOh, thorough, huh?ā Youād tease, grin widening. āWhy donāt you elaborate on that?ā
His jaw would tense, his lids fluttering shut for the briefest moment as you grazed his crotch, adding pressure as to really get back at him, to really give him a taste of his own damn medicine.
Heād be flustered, undoubtedly, but he wouldnāt dare stop you, playing it off until he couldnāt take it anymore.
Then heād lean in, softly setting his fork down as to not arouse any suspicion.
āMy dorm, right now.ā Heād practically beg. āI fucking need you.ā
Mattheo Riddle.
Teasing Mattheo was not something you did, ever.
Because āteasingā, with Mattheo Riddle, was not a concept. It simply did not fucking exist.
Youād attempted it a few times, over your months of dating, and each time youād found yourself either bent over a table, on your knees for him in a way-too-public location, or edged until you fucking cried/begged for release.
Mattheo never failed to let you know that heād take you whenever and wherever the fuck he pleased.
āDonāt poke the dragonā or ālet sleeping dogs lieā ; were very much literal phrases when it came to your boyfriend.
and so you made sure not to tempt him, unless absolutely fucking necessary--However, today, it was more than absolutely fucking necessary.
And why was that, you might ask? Two reasons.
First one being that youād slept in his dorm last night and woke up late late for class; all thanks to him.
Even though youād made sure to remind him ten bloody times to set the alarm, heād somehow still managed to āforgetā.
And the second one was because he just looked so goddamn fucking sexy, and you were displeased with the fact that you didnāt have time for morning sex.
Regardless, as he was picking at his dinner, looking unbelievably exhausted, you took your chances.
You leaned closer to him discreetly, casually placing your hand on his thigh. Heād instantly tense, legs spreading wider almost involuntarily, grip tightening on his fork.
Youād inch higher, excruciatingly slow, nodding to Blaise as he said something to you, causally entertaining the conversation.
Mattheoās jaw would tighten, so much itād genuinely look painful, his head bowing toward the table as you slowly moved upwards.
But then, heād grow tired of your teasing and grab your wrist, hastily moving it to his dick as he huffed, dropping his fork and running his now-free hand through his hair.
Youād be fuelled on, leaning toward his ear to whisper; āI need you so fucking bad, Mattyā¦ā
Heād snuff a groan, his nails digging into your wrist as he continued guiding your hand, guiding you in palming him through his trousers.
āYouāre going to regret this, princessā¦ā heād mutter, his voice torn and laced with promise. āCanāt keep your fucking hands off of me, can you?ā
Youād increased your movements, feeling him grow unbelievably hard beneath your fingers, and youād know he wasnāt bluffing.
āI should bend you over right here, show the boys just what a desperate little slut you are for meā¦.ā
Youād smirk, snuffing your giggling, and that would be the last straw. Heād drag you up from the table and fuck you in the nearest closet/empty classroom.
Theodore Nott.
You were fucking bored.
So unbelievably bored that you werenāt sure how much more of it youād be able to take.
The conversations at the table were about nothing of particular significance, and if you had to endure another second of Enzoās mindless babbling you were certainly going to be sick.
Theo was seated beside you, aimlessly picking at his food, also looking incredibly bored.
It was not unnoticeable that the two of you were about ready to fall asleep on the damn spot.
In a moment of desperation, you turned to your boyfriend, attempting to spark up a conversation.
āSo, what are we planning on doing this weekend?ā
As Theo looked up, youād instantly grow warm, his stormy blue eyes swirling with admiration as he glimpsed your lips, his once flat features beginning to soften.
āCanāt speak for you Bella, but know what I have on the to-do list,ā heād murmur, leaning in for a kiss.
Theo was never one to shy away from PDA.
As your lips met in a quick, soft kiss, youād smile as he slowly pulled back. āOh, yeah? And what might that be?ā
Thatās when youād put your hand on his thigh, slowly trailing it upwards, instantly causing his eyes to darken, his jaw to tighten.
Heād spread his legs wider, inviting you to keep going, and youād gladly oblige, palming him eagerly as the two of you held eye-contact intense enough to make you dizzy.
heād smirk, sucking in shallow breaths as he leaned in for another kiss, muttering against your lips;
āYouā¦you, and you againā¦ā
Someone at the table would playfully groan in disgust and tell you two to get a room, and youād just laugh before Theo agreed and dragged you back to his dorm.
Tom Riddle.
If you had to listen to one more second of Tom Riddle talking about school related topics, you were going to find the nearest bridge and jump. zero hesitation.
You absolutely loved your boyfriend, loved him to fucking death,
but after heād spent all afternoon drilling transfiguration concepts into your brain, you honestly just wished heād drill something else into you, instead.
And by the time dinner rolled around, your brain was mashed potatoes, yet Tom remained completely fucking relentless.
In between bites of food heād ask you to recite the animagus transformation theory, and when youād undoubtedly get it wrong, heād sigh, grabbing the book and reading it back to you.
But no matter how many times heād repeat it, it didnāt fucking matter, your mind was gone, completely elsewhere.
To be more specific, your mind was lost in a sea of your thoughts, thoughts about Tomās big strong hands gripping your hips, his strong frame towering over you as he-
Gods, this was complete fucking torture, and you needed it to stop, right now.
Loosening your tie around your neck, you glimpsed him, watching his dark eyes scan the page, watching his long fingers as he pointed at what he was reading to you,
As you undid a few of the buttons on your blouse, your hand fell gracefully, landing on his thigh for support as you leaned over him, looking down at the book,
āCan you repeat that part for me again, Tom?ā¦ā youād murmur, voice a slow drawl, failing to hide your smirk as your felt him tense. āSilly meā¦I donāt think I heard you correctlyā¦ā
Tom would know exactly what you were doing, and at first heād try to play it off, clearing his throat as he tried to decipher where the fuck heād left off.
But then, as you continued to inch higher, grazing his crotch, heād groan, slamming the book shut.
āFor Merlinās sake, youāre a needy little slut, arenāt you?ā Heād hiss, the annoyance in his tone mingling with amusement.
āLetās go before I bend you over the fucking table.ā
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