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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin
  Character:
      Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin, Marauders_(Harry_Potter)
  Additional Tags:
      Panties, Pink_Panties, BDSM, Mild_Humiliation, Coming_In_Pants, Blow
      Jobs, dom_Remus, sub_Sirius, Dom/sub, Spanking, Teasing, MWPP_Era, Coming
      Untouched, mild_allusions_to_pet_play
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      Published: 2014-04-05 Words: 4161
****** Pretty Pink Knickers ******
by blissedoutvixen
Summary
     Sirius mysteriously runs out of underwear, and Remus provides a
     rather novel solution.
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"What the fuck!" Sirius muttered. The gray eyed sixteen year old was currently
hunched over his dresser, viciously tearing open various drawers, and slamming
them shut again when he found them to still be empty. He had already missed the
entirety of breakfast, something his stomach wasnot happy about, and if he
didn't move his arse soon he was likely to be late for Transfiguration as well.
That would be an automatic detention from McGonagall, and James would go
ballistic on him if he missed quidditch practice that evening.
Where in the name of Merlin's saggy, left ball were all his pants? He cursed
loudly and slammed another drawer. He could have sworn he'd had at least one
clean pair left last night! So where the fuck were they? He let lose a rather
animalistic growl, spinning around to glare venomously at a rather undeserving
set of drapery. Flopping down sullenly on top of his unmade bed, Sirius
realized that he would simply have to go commando. He grimaced at the thought,
not looking forward to the prospect in the least. The rough woolen trousers of
his Hogwarts uniform were sure to chafe like mad. But he couldn't very well
wear the pants he'd worn yesterday. This morning, in his usual manner, Sirius
had chucked his previous day's underwear carelessly onto the bathroom floor as
he stepped into the shower, and they had just happened to land in a puddle of
water. As a result, they were now rather unpleasantly wet and squelchy.
Sirius was just about to steal himself and don his uniform when his line of
sight fell on Remus' dresser drawers. He almost laughed in relief. Of course!
How fucking stupid was he not to have thought of it before!? He would just wear
a pair of Remus' pants! His fastidious minded roommate always made sure to keep
up on his laundry. Besides, the thought of getting into Remus' pants wasn't
exactly an unpleasant one. After all, Sirius smirked, hand on the top drawer of
Remus' dresser, it wasn't as if he hadn't been there before. Sirius tugged open
the drawer, expecting to find rows of neatly folded boxer shorts (Remus was
neurotic like that). Instead he was greeted by the site of a medium sized,
white box. And nothing else.
"What the hell…," Sirius murmured, utterly nonplussed. Nonetheless, he reached
for the box, exceedingly curious as to what it contained.
Pants, hopefully, the animagus thought wryly.
As he picked up the small package, Sirius noticed there was a note scrawled
across the bottom side of it in Remus' messy script.
"What are you up to, you wily werewolf," Sirius muttered, leaning closer to
inspect the note.
For Sirius. Open Alone.
Curiosity piqued, Sirius slowly opened the box. A full thirty seconds passed,
and Sirius continued to stare at the contents of the box in a mixture of
confusion and a dawning sense of apprehension. Nestled within the confines of
the package, sat prettily atop a cushion of white tissue paper, were a pair of
pink, lacy knickers. Reluctantly, Sirius picked up the delicate pair of
underwear and let them dangle gingerly from his fingers.
What the fuck?
Beginning to feel vaguely uncomfortable handling such an intimate, feminine
article of clothing, Sirius let the knickers fall from his hands. What could
Remus possibly expect him to do with these? Leaning forward, Sirius set about
intently examining the remaining content of the box. Tissue paper flew
everywhere as Sirius tore into the package in an attempt to glean further
information. At the bottom of the box, previously hidden beneath the tissue
paper (which now lay scattered about the room, largely on the floor) was yet
another note.
Sirius,
These are for you. Wasn't it nice of me to get you a present? I know how you
love presents. Given that all your underwear has suddenly vanished (you really
need to get your laundry situation under control, Padfoot, honestly, you are an
unmitigated disaster when it comes to housekeeping, I don't know why I put up
with you), my choice of gift is rather convenient, don't you think? You'll look
ever so pretty in them, Padfoot. I very much look forward to seeing you in
them. And I will be checking to make sure you have them on, you can be sure of
that, Sirius.
Expectantly awaiting your undying gratitude for such a thoughtful gift,
Remus
The further Sirius got into the note, the more uncomfortably hot he began to
feel. Could Remus really want him to…wear knickers? His stomach began to twist
in nerves and embarrassment, and he could feel himself beginning to sweat. He
gulped, picking up the frilly pants once more. They were a soft, silken, baby
pink, made of either silk or satin, fuck if Sirius knew which. All he knew was
that they felt incredibly soft. The knickers cut up in the back, and were
adorned with an edging of black lace. Their included a sheer, pink lace panel
which lay directly over the crotch and would leave the wearer scandalously
exposed. Sirius blushed heatedly at the thought. Most humiliatingly of all
though, a series of thin, black, ribbon bows trailed down the front of the
knickers on either side of the lace panel. They were just so incredibly
feminine. Did Remus really expect him to wear them? Sirius gulped, wiping sweat
from his brow. He knew that Remus did. The werewolf could be rather demanding
and possessive of him in the days leading up the full moon. Sirius usually
didn't mind. In fact, he usually reveled in Remus' dominance. He loved the fact
that Remus needed him, and he understood the effect the wolf had on him right
before the full moon. But…to wear knickers? A horrifyingly feminine, lacy,
beribboned, pink pair of ladies knickers? The thought of wearing the ridiculous
undergarment, much less having anyone see them on him was utterly humiliating.
Sirius sighed, agitatedly dragging a hand through his shaggy, black hair. In
the end, he knew that he would wear them. He had to, really. He would do
anything for Remus, anything the other boy asked; even put on a pair of lacy,
pink knickers and wear them beneath his uniform all day. After all, Remus was
going to check that he was wearing them, and Sirius couldn't bear the thought
of disappointing his Moony.
How would Remus check, Sirius wondered, his breathing beginning to speed up at
thoughts of the possibilities. Shaking his head, Sirius turned and happened to
catch of a glance of the clock. His eyes widened in alarm.
Fuck. He had to get a move on, and soon, or he was going to be desperately late
for Transfiguration. He picked up the knickers once more, and reluctantly
stepped into them. His normally alabaster cheeks a hot, blooming red; he slowly
tugged the knickers up his calves and thighs until they were fit snugly over
his most intimate parts. They were much more restrictive than his usual choice
of boxers, firmly hugging his privates and drawing them close to his body. He
looked down at himself, blushing deeply at the sight of his cock and bollocks
framed by the pink, lace panel. You could see, well, everything. Glancing once
more at the clock, Sirius cursed loudly and began hastily tugging on his
trousers. Much as he felt compelled to, he simply didn't have the time to dwell
on how he looked in his new, feminine undergarments. He really had to get to
Transfiguration.
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Merlin, these things were uncomfortable, Sirius groused. They were always
riding up in the back, making it feel as if he had a permanent wedgie. He
constantly had to restrain himself reaching back to unwedge the knickers from
his arse, knowing how that would look. It was hopeless anyway, as the blasted
things were cut in a way that had them permanently stuck up there. How did
girls move in these things? Herbology, which had a fair amount of physical
activity and moving around, more so than other classes anyway, had been a
veritable nightmare. He'd spent Transfiguration an absolute blushing mess,
squirming around uncomfortably in his seat the whole time underneath the
watchful smirk of Remus. Everyone had been staring at him, much to his
embarrassment and annoyance. Peter had actually gotten up the courage to ask
him if something was wrong, prompting a bout of laughter from Remus and a
venomous glare from Sirius. Peter had only looked more confused than ever.
About half way through the lesson, McGonagall had become so fed up with what
she termed his 'disruptive behavior' that, after asking if he was under the
influence of a jinx, promptly assigned him a detention when he replied
vehemently that he was not. James had glared at him in horror; at least until
it was revealed that the detention would be served Wednesday, a night on which
they did not have quidditch practice. Thank Merlin for small favors.
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Defense against the Dark Arts had a somewhat unusual classroom set up, in that
that the desks were enclosed and rather large, meant to seat two people. Sirius
sat right beside Remus. Naturally, the lesson was torturous for the dark haired
young man from the very minute he sat down beside his fellow Marauder.
Sirius couldn't help but find the warm pressure of Remus' thigh pressed tightly
against his own highly erotic, and embarrassingly, the sensation was beginning
to cause certain parts of the animagus' anatomy to perk up. Within the confines
of his knickers, this resulted in a highly uncomfortable situation for Sirius.
Remus, the perceptive bastard, seemed to guess at his predicament and looked
upon him with a knowing smirk. The sandy haired boy leaned over in order to
whisper wickedly in Sirius' ear.
"You seem a bit restless, Padfoot, are you alright?" Remus breathed against his
ear, shifting even closer to Sirius in the process.
Sirius gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the uncomfortably hot sensations
that were sweeping over his body. "I'm fine," he asserted tightly, his voice
rather squeakier than normal.
Remus chuckled. "Is that so?" he asked in amusement.
"Yes," Sirius maintained stubbornly, despite the fact that more and more blood
was beginning to travel south to rest in his cock.
"And are you enjoying my present?" Remus wondered, one of the werewolf's hands
migrating to rest on Sirius' thigh, causing the other boys' breathing to pick
up until he was practically panting.
"Yes," Sirius admitted quietly, flushing hotly with shame. He simply could not
lie to Remus though, and he knew that his truthful answer, however
embarrassing, would please the other boy. And that made it worth admitting.
Remus chuckled again. "I thought so. Let me see…," he dragged his hand slowly
up Sirius' thigh until it was resting directly over the animagus' crotch. Remus
felt a distinctly prominent bulge, and smirked triumphantly. "Oh, you are
enjoying them, aren't you, Padfoot?" he crowed, palming Sirius's arousal,
causing the other boy to whine pitifully in the back of his throat, a tiny,
desperate sound of need.
Remus, as if to be deliberately infuriating, promptly removed his hand from
Sirius altogether. "Tell me, Sirius, do you like your pretty, little,
knickers?"
Sirius nodded, face flaming in humiliation.
"I knew it," Remus declared. "Now, Padfoot, I need you to be a good boy and
follow my instructions implicitly. Can you do that?"
Sirius' stomach bubbled hotly in anticipation, and he nodded quickly.
Remus smiled. "Good puppy. Now spread your legs apart, just a little bit,
that's it."
Sirius slowly acquiesced, widening the stance of his legs beneath the desk.
"Now unbutton your trousers and slowly undo your zip."
Sirius paused in his actions, looking at Remus in alarm. "Remus!" he hissed
furiously. "Are you mad? I can't do that. We're in class! Why would I do that?"
Remus leveled him with a frank, stern look. "Because I told you to, Padfoot.
Now unzip your trousers."
"Moony!" Sirius whined pleadingly, shooting the werewolf a desperate, begging
look.
Remus though, remained implacable, in spite of Sirius' trembling, puppy dog
eyes. "I said now, Sirius."
Gulping, Sirius slid the button of his trousers from its hole, before fingering
his zip. Glancing once more at Remus and receiving a nod of encouragement,
Sirius slowly dragged down his zip, exposing his lace covered cock to the cool,
classroom air.
Remus nodded with satisfaction. "Good boy."
Despite his potent humiliation, Sirius glowed at the werewolf's praise, ducking
his head.
"Now," Remus instructed. "Pull the flaps of your trousers to the side. Let me
see you, Padfoot, let me make sure you've followed my instructions."
With trembling fingers, Sirius obeyed, parting the undone flaps of his trousers
in order to expose himself further to Remus. He felt hot and flushed all over
his body, and despite his embarrassment, he was unaccountably aroused. In a
paradox, he found himself further humiliated and embarrassed by his arousal,
which only seemed to feed it more.
"Good boy," Remus said again, and Sirius bit his lip to restrain a whine.
"You know Sirius, I wouldn't have had to check and make sure you had followed
my orders if you weren't normally such an insubordinate, insolent, pup," Remus
said sternly, all the while staring at Sirius' cock, which was straining
against the pink lace of his knickers.
"Under no circumstances are you to move your hands, Padfoot," Remus ordered.
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes," Sirius whispered, voice shaking with the force of his arousal.
Reaching down, Remus dragged his fingers lightly along the v-zone of Sirius
crotch, right where the pink, knickers met the sensitive skin of his thighs.
Sirius groaned, his fists convulsing in an effort not to move his hands.
"Careful Sirius," Remus chided with a gentle smirk. "You wouldn't want James
and Peter to notice anything amiss."
 
At the end of the lesson, a scarlet faced Sirius was forced to sidle out of the
classroom with his book bag held firmly in front of his crotch.
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The afternoon potions lesson brought some relief. It was difficult for Remus to
torture him when they were standing around a cauldron rather than hidden
conveinently beneath a desk. Not to mention, it was virtually impossible to
maintain an erection with Slughorn waddling around the room and simpering over
his favorite slug club members. Sirius and James, of course, had fundamentally
refused to join the stupid organization. At the end of the period though, just
as Sirius was about to escape to Muggle Studies, which he shared only with
Peter, Remus slipped him yet another note.
Come to the 5th floor boys' lavatory during afternoon break.
As a result of Remus' cryptic note, Sirius spent Muggle Studies hopelessly
distracted. He couldn't help agonizing over what Remus had planned for him
during their hour and a half break. When the bell finally rang to signal the
end of the lesson, Sirius rushed from the room without so much as a cursory
goodbye to a supremely perplexed Peter.
Two flights of moving staircases later, an out of breath and nervously eager
Sirius entered the fifth floor boys' bathroom to find Remus already waiting for
him.
"You're late, Padfoot," Remus said.
"I, I'm sorry," Sirius stammered, a bit out of breath. "I got here as quick as
I could Remus, I swear."
Remus didn't respond, choosing instead to send a complex locking spell towards
the entrance of the bathroom, before turning once more to face Sirius.
"Go into the last stall and remove all your clothing, including your shoes and
socks. When you are wearing only your knickers, you will come out and model
them for me," Remus ordered.
Sirius flushed deeply, his stomach squirming with a mix of nerves and arousal.
"Do-do I have to?" he asked quietly, staring at the floor in embarrassment. He
knew what the answer to his query would be, but he had to ask anyway.
"Yes, Padfoot, you have to," Remus said firmly, no room for argument or
pleading in his voice.
Sirius nodded in resignation, still staring at the tile of the bathroom floor,
and made his way into the last stall in order to strip.
He undid his tie first, hanging it on the hook inside the bathroom door, before
removing his shirt and jacket, setting them neatly on the toilet. Normally,
Sirius wasn't so careful with his clothes, and he could admit, at least
subconsciously, that he was attempting to stall. After straightening his shirt
to a fairly ridiculous degree, he slowly removed his shoes and socks. Finally,
he stood shirtless and shoeless within the stall, the icy tiles of the bathroom
floor cold against his bare feet. Taking in a deep, shaky breath, Sirius
steeled himself and began to remove his trousers. Finally, he stood there in
only his pink, lacy knickers, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. Further
adding to his humiliation was the fact that, in spite of the situation, his
cock was half erect, jutting up obscenely against the thin, lace panel of his
knickers. Sirius blushed all over his body.
"Have you finished undressing, Padfoot?" came Remus' voice from the other side
of the door. Sirius pictured him leaning expectantly against one of the sinks,
waiting for him to come out. Despite himself, Sirius' cock twitched in
excitement at the thought.
"Yes," Sirius said quietly, in response to Remus' question.
"Then you'd better come out, hadn't you," Remus prompted him.
"Do I really have to, Rem?" Sirius asked, looking down at himself and cringing
in embarrassment.
"Yes, Sirius," Remus said, his voice firm.
Biting his lip, Sirius slowly opened the stall door and emerged into the harsh
light of the bathroom for the werewolf's perusal. He couldn't bring himself to
raise his head, staring at the floor in embarrassment and shame.
"Aw, Padfoot, don't be shy," Remus cooed. "You look so pretty!"
Sirius only blushed harder, feeling further stirrings of arousal at Remus'
mocking praise nevertheless.
"Head up, Padfoot," Remus ordered, and Sirius reluctantly raised his head.
Remus was smiling and Sirius thought he felt his heart flutter at the sight of
such a happy werewolf.
"Walk up and down the length of the bathroom, Padfoot," Remus instructed. "Let
me see you."
Sirius did as Remus asked; finding it difficult to keep his head up, so weighed
down did he feel by his humiliation and the shame of his evident arousal in
spite of it.
"Now lean back against the sink."
The coolness of the sink was cold against Sirius' arse, causing him to yelp at
the startling sensation. Remus stalked forward until he was standing directly
before the embarrassed, blushing, animagus, in prime position to examine him.
Dropping to his knees, Remus slowly eased apart the thighs of a reluctant
Sirius, causing the dark haired boy to let out a keening whine.
"So pretty, Sirius," Remus murmured, leaning forward and fingering one of the
black satin bows which adorned the knickers. "You look gorgeous, Sirius. I'm
very pleased."
Blushingly, Sirius nodded.
Remus glanced up at him, fixing him with a stern look. "Tell me, do you like
them, Sirius? Do you like wearing your knickers? I picked them 'specially for
you."
Sirius avoided Remus' eyes. "I…I love them," he admitted in a humiliated
whisper.
Remus smiled. "I knew you would." Reaching up, he boldly cupped Sirius' lace
covered balls, stroking his hardened cock with his thumb.
"Oh my, you really like them, don't you, Padfoot?" Remus teased, using his
thumb to rub tantalizing at the tip of Sirius' leaking cock, causing a growing
wet spot on the front of Sirius' knickers. Remus chuckled at the sight while
the increasingly distressed animagus whined and squirmed.
"Look at you, Padfoot, creaming your knickers for me like randy, little bitch."
Sirius attempted to arch into Remus' touch, but the werewolf used his superior
strength in order to prevent him.
"You're my bitch, aren't you, Padfoot?" Remus cooed, stroking him lovingly.
"Yes," Sirius gasped desperately. "Yours, Rem."
Remus smiled in triumph. "Yes, yes you are. Mine. And what a naughty puppy
you've been for me today."
The werewolf stood abruptly, dropping his warm, wicked hand from Sirius'
throbbing cock. "Turn around so I can discipline you."
Sirius' dark eyes widened, but he did as Remus bid, turning around and bracing
himself against the sink.
"What a gorgeous arse you have, Padfoot," Remus declared, trailing a finger
beneath the edge of the knickers before letting them snap back into place,
causing Sirius to yelp. The wicked werewolf leaned forward, grinding his own
growing erection into Sirius' behind in a preview of what was to come later.
"I'm going to pound you so hard tonight, Padfoot, that you won't be able to
walk properly for days," he whispered hotly in a panting Sirius' ear.
"But first," he said, standing up again. "I shall have to punish you. You've
been a very naughty pup today, Padfoot."
Sirius whined and nodded, thrusting his knicker clad arse out eagerly in
anticipation of his punishment. Even though he was expecting it, he couldn't
help but cry out when the first hard smack of Remus' hand landed on his bum.
Remus continued to spank him brutally, Sirius whimpering through the ordeal,
struggling to prevent himself from thrusting against the sink in his haze of
arousal.
When Remus had finished, both parties were exhausted, and their harsh, erratic
breathing echoed off the walls of the bathroom. Remus backed up, catching his
breath, while Sirius remained bent over the sink, arse cherry red and stinging
beneath his knickers.
"Come here, Padfoot," Remus ordered after a short interval, still breathing a
bit roughly.
Sirius managed to stand, albeit a bit shakily, and made his way slowly over to
Remus.
"Kneel."
Sirius dropped immediately to his knees.
"Now take me out of my trousers," Remus whispered. "And suck me."
With slightly shaking fingers, Sirius managed to undue Remus' button and zip
before tugging the werewolf's long, thick and achingly hard cock free from the
confines of his boxers.
Pausing first to nuzzle Remus' hardness with affection, enjoying the way his
hard, sticky length slid against his cheek, Sirius then engulfed the head of
Remus' cock in his mouth. Sirius moaned around the head, his own cock hardening
even further at the delicious, salty, slightly bitter taste of Remus' precum.
God, he loved Moony's cock. He took Remus' considerable length as deep as he
could, letting the leaking head brush against the back of his throat and
sucking obscenely. Remus gripped Sirius' hair and began thrusting relentlessly
down his throat, causing the animagus to gag slightly on his girth. Sirius
loved it, rutting helplessly against the bathroom floor in time to Remus'
thrusts, impaling his own throat more deeply on the werewolf's cock. Soon Remus
was spilling down his throat, and upon feeling Remus shudder in his mouth,
feeling his hot, thick, cum pour down his throat, Sirius rutted one last time
against the bathroom floor and found his own release. He was coming in his
knickers, without even having been touched.
A short time later, having recovered himself, Sirius hastily turned away from
Remus. He was absolutely humiliated that he had come in his pants like a
virginal twelve year old without so much as having been touched, and he didn't
want Remus to notice. Unfortunately, the werewolf had already come down from
his own orgasm, and he had rather sharp eyes, not to mention a superior sense
of smell.
"Sirius, what are you doing?" he asked. "Turn around."
Humiliated beyond belief, Sirius reluctantly spun to face Remus.
Remus stared for a solid 30 seconds, before a delighted, shit eating grin began
to light up his face. "Did you come in your pants, Padfoot?" he asked
laughingly. "Did you come in your pretty, pink knickers just from sucking me
off?"
Sirius was forced to nod. Remus was staring at the evidence, so what was the
use of denying it? His knickers were soaked, having been filled up with his now
rapidly cooling spunk. Remus continued to laugh, and Sirius continued to look
down, feeling absolutely humiliated.
"That's adorable, Padfoot!" Remus cried, wiping a tear of mirth from his eyes.
Sirius disagreed vehemently with Remus' assessment, and continued to stare at
the bathroom floor in shame. It wasn't adorable. It was horrid, and utterly
embarrassing.
The feeling of cum filled knickers wasn't a very comfortable one, and Sirius
went to take them off. Remus, still laughing a bit, stopped him.
"Oh, I don't think so, Padfoot," he said with a grin. "You're going to wear
those for the rest of the day. Go get dressed."
Sirius gaped at him in astonishment. "Remus!" he protested.
"Do it, Padfoot."
Sirius sighed, nodding in resignation. He spent the rest of the day, including
an agonizing quidditch practice, extremely uncomfortable. Remus watched over
him with a knowing smirk the whole time, enjoying every minute of it.
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