Hey! I love your Harry Potter fics! I was wondering if you could do a longer one where Sirius decides he wants to test Harry's ticklishness (even though he already knows he is incredibly ticklish). Chaos ensues. If not thats okay to. Thanks!
Hey sooo I know you sent this 3 years ago and I don’t know if you still want this or even remember it, but I’m active again and going through my prompts, and you’re the first one I’m doing!
Sirius went up to where Harry’s room was in Grimmauld Place. The 13 year old had just moved in, and he knew Harry would be waking up right about now. He wondered if Harry remembered any of the night before: when Sirius, teasing him, poked him in the belly and heard Harry squeak and claim he’s not ticklish, he was just scared
Little does Harry know, Sirius already knows how ticklish Harry is: he tickled Harry when Harry was just a baby, and remembers how much the baby laughed when Sirius blew on his belly or tickled his ribs
Luckily Harry was already awake, looking at one of his books: Quidditch Through the Ages. When Sirius walked in, Harry grinned brightly
“How was sleeping in your new bed?” Sirius asks, sitting on the bed next to the small boy. Harry said it was good, and then Sirius continued, “By the way, you know I have to test out what I learned last night, right? And see where you’re ticklish and how much.”
Harry’s green eyes widened in an almost comical way. He stammers, “I-I’m not- d-don’t—!”
“If you’re not then you have nothing to worry about!” Sirius says mischievously as he grabs Harry’s foot and scribbles over Harry’s heel and sole
Immediately, Harry’s giggling loudly, wriggling around, trying to free his foot. “Sihihihirius!”
“I thought you said you weren’t ticklish?” Sirius smirked, tickling with more ferocity and Harry’s laugh went up a notch, but not as much as when Sirius went to the toes. Harry yelped, toes curling
“For what?” Sirius smirked, eyes gleaming evilly from the poor boy’s sensitivity. He dragged Harry closer to where he was sitting, raking Harry’s pajama top up to his ribs, exposing his belly. But Sirius didn’t immediately jump to his feast on Harry’s tummy, he had other spots to try before digging into his dessert. Sirius instead went to Harry’s knees, spidering them into Harry’s knobbly knees, sitting himself on Harry’s legs
Harry covered his mouth, trying to stifle his laugh, embarrassed and cheeks burning red at this situation. He shook his head no while he squeaked and giggled, but he was so touch starved for so long he didn’t mind this actually. Sirius also noticed Harry took no bother to pull his shirt down and protect his tummy…
Sirius moved up, now sitting on Harry’s waist, fingers lightly moving up Harry’s sides, “You know, I’m starting to get a little hungry.” Sirius said in a low, dangerous growl
Harry’s stomach dropped as his heart simultaneously jumped. He was all too familiar with the “I’m hungry” act from Fred and George
“But before I go eat-“ Sirius says and then spiders in Harry’s neck. This was unexpected: Harry’s shoulders scrunch up and so do his hands, trying to push Sirius’ hands away
“AGHAHAHAHA- NAHAHAHA!” Harry laughs loudly, trying to twist away
“And where do you think you’re going?” Sirius chuckles, kneading into Harry’s belly
This got him the best. Harry squeals in laughter, glasses falling down crooked, and now he’s really trying to wriggle away. “EEEEHEHEHEHE!”
“Now, what do we have here?” Sirius growls evilly like he’s only just noticed Harry’s belly as he grabs Harry’s wrists, pinning them down by Harry’s head. “I think this will do for my meal!” He says as he slowly leans down to Harry’s tummy
Harry could feel his heart racing and his belly tremble at the incoming attack, but also secretly excited and even happy that Sirius is making sure he won’t be able to wriggle away, nor push his head away or even try to cover his tummy because with Fred and George, it’s fun, but his instincts to wriggle away take over. But now that won’t matter
“Oh nohohoho,” Harry couldn’t help but squeak out at Sirius
“Oh yes,” Sirius says dangerously and darkly, leaning down to Harry’s belly, and blew
Harry immediately squealed, wrists futilely pulling at Sirius’ hands, and legs kicking but all he could do is throw his head back and squeal in his laughter. Sirius smirks, then leans down and blew again, his sharp, rough beard makes this tickle so much more than when Fred or George does it. Harry pleads, “NOHOHOHO MOOOORE!”
“Alright alright,” Sirius lets him up, but not without chuckling, “I know all your spots now. And I think your tummy may be my breakfast every morning from now on.”