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siriusly-a-slut · 2 months

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New Feelings

Masturbation, pillow humping, kinda perv!sirius, padfoot watches you, innocent!reader

On summer vacation with the boys, you sigh and roll over on your bed, book in hand and chest resting on a pillow. Remus, James, and Peter have all gone to a shop in downtown Italy, looking for ingredients to make homemade pasta, claiming it’s the Italian experience.

You stayed home despite the beautiful city to read and spend some time alone, and although Sirius was also staying in the house, you knew he wouldn’t bother you. You and Sirius are of course friends, but you aren’t very close without the other boys. You close your book and rest your chin on your hands. Going out with the boys would’ve been less boring, you almost regret not going out to see the city.

You scooch yourself up on the pillow you’re laying on, only to feel a tingling feeling in your core. You move your hips back down, pushing the corner of the pillow into your legs more. You take a shaky breath in, your heart is beating a mile a minute and you look behind you to your wide open door. This feels so… wrong, but now you’re curious, and are desperate for the feeling to return to your core.

There’s a dog standing in the hallway, staring into your door. You jump a bit and stand up

”Oh I didn’t know James brought you on vacation…” you mumble, half to yourself and half to James’ shaggy black dog. You realize James has never even told you the dog's name, he usually just shows up places with James. You’ve never thought much of it, and you try to shoo the dog away, wanting to finish your business. The dog trots right in your room and walks in small circles before lying down right in front of your bed.

You have no choice but to leave him in, since he is making himself at home in your room. You close the door and lock it quietly, even though Sirius is on the other side of the house.

You climb back on your bed, and this time purposely spread your legs over the pillow. You drag your hips across the pillow, inhaling and exhaling deeply at the pleasure it gives you. You bite your lip and repeat these motions, soft whimpers falling out of your lips. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and your eyes widen as you feel your underwear get wet.

You furrow your brows and take your flimsy pajama shorts off, and pull your knickers down your thighs, seeing a damp spot in them. You touch it, and your thumb eases over the slippy substance easily. You bring a couple fingers in between your legs, and you feel the same thing.

Does this have to do with the tingly feeling? With you spreading your legs? You pull your panties up hesitantly, but feel way too hot to stop what you were doing. You don’t bother to put your pajama bottoms back on, and find that the absence of them increases the tingles you feel.

You start to pull your hips against the pillow faster, a bit more eagerly. You can feel more of the wet substance pooling in your underwear, and it makes you feel good, you want more, want to feel more. You’re so excited at this new feeling that you’ve forgotten about James’ dog on the floor.

He's watching you intently, but even if you turned around and looked at him, you would just think the dog is just curious about the movements. But in reality, he’s staring directly at your ass and getting a nice view of the damp spot you’ve created.

The quiet whimpers turn into louder moans, but not too loud, you don’t want Sirius to hear something like this and question you. You wouldn’t even know how to answer, because you don’t know what you’re doing yourself. You use a hand to cover your mouth and frantically move your hips up and down, opposed to the slow dragging movements.

You get saliva on your hand as muffled moans escape your mouth. Your lips part softly and you squeeze your eyes shut. You get really tired and slump gently onto the pillow, breathing heavily. Your hips move against the corner of the pillow ever so slightly, missing the feeling of the climax.

The dog jumps up on the bed and tries to stick his nose right between your thighs. You jump at the feeling and sit up, pushing the dog away off the bed you’re in. You stand up and open the door, the lock popping open as you turn the knob. The dog trots away quickly, and you shut the door again, changing your underwear and putting the pillow back in place.

Unbeknownst to you, in the hallway, Padfoot changes back to Sirius and his pants are painfully tight. He can’t believe he jumped up on you, he couldn’t contain himself. You were just so hot, so innocent and new to the activity you were doing. He shuts himself in his room quietly, his back to his door as he groans faintly and pulls out his cock, the image of you vivid in his mind.

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And I miss my loverman...

James climbed and climbed, for what seemed like forever. The rungs of the ladder looked untrustworthy, but every single one of them had held up so far. The light at the top was blinding, and little blinks of light would disorient him. He kept his head forward, not looking up at the light as he climbed. The climbing was tedious, rung after rung, but also exciting. His heartbeat raced a bit, what would be at the top? Would he have to climb forever? It was pretty scary to think about falling, what if he slipped? Would he fall endlessly into space? He tried not to think about it, instead, thinking about his lover. He missed him. He wondered how he was keeping up, badly, probably. How odd it was that he was the only one climbing up this ladder. Thousands of people die each day, why was he the only one here? Was one of the million other questions that keep running around in his mind. His mind jumped from questions like this to Regulus. Regulus had the habit of self isolating, and in such a traumatic event like this, he really hoped he was okay. Tears slipped out of his eyes, floating out into the darkness. There was a certain beauty here, the stars, the silence. Regulus really would love this. The thought made more sparkling tears float up, escaping his body and leaving on their own. His heart physically ached, a pain he thought he would never feel, could never imagine. The only thing he wanted to do was see Regulus, but the reality of that would kill him… well, figuratively. The saddest thought was that Regulus would be happy about it, he would want it. Would he be able to hold him? Tears fall- float faster and faster. If he wouldn’t be able to hold him it would break him inside, but he’s pretty sure that he is already broken. What if that was the last time he could hold him? Suddenly, an opening stops his rapid thoughts. It is asymmetrical and jagged, and the ladder has stopped. He climbs in, it’s empty. He sits down, not realizing how absolutely exhausted this climb has made him. He passes out almost immediately. When he wakes up, Regulus is climbing into the opening, and James cries out in joy. He grabs him in a hug and cries into his shoulder. The weight of what has happened sinks in after the euphoria fades. He looks up at Regulus with wide eyes, and Regulus looks down, almost shamefully. His eyes glaze with tears and he nods. “I’m so sorry, Love.” Regulus chokes out “But I’m here now.” The two boys hold each other for the rest of eternity.

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