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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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come sit on my lap:

pairing: jungkook x afab! reader

genre: porn without plot || smut || established relationship || non-idol au (?)

tags/ warnings: pwp, mentioned masturbation, thigh riding, dick riding, praise kink, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid, this is fiction), creampie, mentioned cum stuffing because it didn’t make the cut. afab! reader (no gendered nicknames are used, terms like pussy is used though)

notes: listened to we are bulletproof pt.1 while writing this so do with that information what you will. yoongi’s part has me creaming myself it’s so delicious

notes 2: slight changes have been made from the original plan, otherwise this would have probably been 10k words of straight smut

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“you’re home early”

jungkook’s gaze flickers to where you’re stood in the doorway of the living room, your eyebrows furrowing. it wasn’t displeasure painted across your face, just curious confusion.

“i missed you” he instead replies, the corners of his lips quirking upwards.

you slip further into the room, used to jungkook’s eyes on you. the rawest form of silent appreciation for the living art that stood before him; perfect in such a human way. jungkook never thought he’d find the right words to describe you. not when you looked so pretty, and perfect, and every other lame excuse of a word that was never really enough to encapsulate your entire existence.

his eyes glaze over the flush of your cheeks, sure to have just gotten out the bath. you liked to treat yourself on your days off, slipping into the hazy water, scented with the fancy bubble bath jungkook liked to treat you to.

you meet his gaze, head tilting in a silent question of what he was doing.

“come sit on my lap” he hums, “been thinking about you all day”

it’s neither a sigh nor a laugh that spills from your lips, maybe amusement. maybe love. maybe an unexplainable emotion that you reserved especially for jungkook, and jungkook only.

“yeah?”

and he nods, taking your hand into his own once you’re close enough. he tugs you down, helping you straddle one of his thighs; exactly where he’d wanted you.

he’d been thinking about this all day. how slick your cunt would get, always so easy to rile up. how he wanted to suck meanly on your poor little clit until you cried, and you begged for him to take the barest hint of mercy on you.

the mere thought of you sat in his lap, desperate for him to bring you that mind-numbing pleasure you loved to much— had his cock hardening in his pants.

if he had any lick of shame, then he might have felt guilt for getting himself off in the bathroom during his lunch break. his cock spit-soaked sticky, fist tugging at his length, a pitiful imitation of what your pussy would feel like squeezing his length until he came into his fist.

“so pretty” his hands slip down to your waist, lithe fingers barely grazing underneath your shirt, his chest deflating at the touch of your warm skin.

his thigh flexes, and you have to bite your lip to stop the moan that threatened to slip out— a flit of pleasure crawling up your body.

and as subtle as you’d like to be, jungkook can’t help the slow smile that pulls at his cheeks. not when he can feel your pussy clenching through your thin sleep shorts.

he wonders how long it’ll take for them to soak through. or how long it’ll take you to beg he run his fingers over your pussy, pressing over your clit. sinking past your walls and pressing meanly over your sweet spot until you’re shaking and begging ever so sweetly.

your hips roll forwards ever so slightly, desperation seeping from every morsel of your body. desperate for the faintest of friction to solve the issue you found yourself facing.

“don’t be shy, baby” jungkook hums, fingers digging into the meat of your hips, “use me”

“don’t say things like that” you whine, hands coming to cover your face, hot embarrassment searing your cheeks the faintest pink.

jungkook’s head tips backwards, low laugh rumbling from his chest. he flexes his thigh, cock throbbing at the moan that gets caught in the back of your throat.

“hands away from your face, come on. you know i love how pretty you look when you feel good” he takes hold of your wrists, tugging your hands to his chest.

your tongue wets your bottom lip as you find your rhythm, hips rocking forward in desperate little circles.

one of your hands slips from jungkook’s hold, thighs straining as you push yourself up. you slide the crotch of your shorts to the side, bare pussy clenching when it come in contact with jungkook’s pants.

“no panties?”

you smile, shaking your head.

you fumble with jungkook’s belt as you rut your hips forward, delicious pleasure spreading up your body with each drag of your clit against his thigh.

“want your cock” you press a kiss to his jaw, warm breath tickling his skin.

“yeah?” his voice comes out breathless.

“mhmm”

jungkook helps you, undoing his button as you push yourself to kneel over this thigh. you moan when his bare skin knocks against your clit, lifting his hips to pull his underwear down, fabric pooling at his ankles as you slip your shorts off.

your fingers wrap around his shaft, spit dribbling from your tongue onto the tip of his cock.

you jolt forwards when curious fingers part your labia, teasing over you hole.

“fuck” you whine when a finger slips into you, curling as a thumb rubs over your clit.

you squeeze his cock, thumbing the underside of the head, smearing the pearly little beads of pre cum down his shaft.

“spit on it, baby” jungkook looks at you through hooded eyes, tongue toying with his lip ring as you bounce ever so slightly on the second finger jungkook slips into your pussy.

you spit into your palm, mind too muddled to cringe at the stickiness that clings to your skin as you curl your fingers back around his cock, wrist flicking how you know he likes it.

“so good for me” he groans, hips bucking up into your hand, “come here”

his fingers slip from your cunt, helping you fully straddle his lap. his cock slides against your thigh, trail of pre cum painting your skin sticky. weird, primal satisfaction buzzing through jungkook’s veins as he marks you up with his leaking arousal.

you take hold of jungkook’s face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks.

“gimme a kiss” you whisper against his lips, “please”

“so polite” he murmurs, tilting his face, lips pillowing yours.

your mouth parts, breathy sigh licked up by jungkook as he presses his tongue past your lips.

blindly you take ahold of his cock, tugging at it once before you line him up with your entrance.

your hips rock forwards, folds parting around his cock. fizzling pleasure vibrating within you with each nudge of his cockhead against your clit.

“don’t tease” his voice comes out low, tongue prodding at your bottom lip. so shiny, a mixture of both your spit mingled and threatening to drip down your chin.

“sorry” you lift your hips up, tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. your hands brace on his shoulders, thighs quivering with each thick inch of jungkook’s cock sliding further between your walls.

“oh fuck” you moan, head falling onto his shoulder as you bottom out.

jungkook’s fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, stomach tightening in pleasure as your walls clench around his cock.

“you okay?” jungkook asks, hips barely rutting up into you.

“yeah, just feels nice” you trail a finger between your bodies, fingers thrumming ever so slightly over your clit.

arousal soaks jungkook’s cock, dribble of slick wetting his balls.

“might get tired though” you tell him as you sit up a little bit, hips rocking forward.

“i’ll help you” he smiles, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.

you hum at that. feeling a twinge of a burn in your thighs as you push yourself up, head of his cock still sheathed within you before you drop back down his full length.

you think the air is punched from your lungs, hand that had been playing with your clit balancing yourself on his knee.

“shit, baby” jungkook groans, pulling you up his cock from your ass, “loosen up a bit”

you shake your head, mouth falling open, a moan cutting you off when his cock knocks against your sweet spot. desperation and adrenaline a fiery combination that has you pushing through the pain in your thighs, pussy swallowing his cock over and over until you’re leaking slick, and jungkook can’t help the moan that spills from his lips.

“jungkook” you cry, “s’ so good”

you feel yourself hurdling closer to an orgasm, each rugged stroke of his cock, and each brutal brush against your sweet spot sending you into overdrive.

“gonna cum?” he asks, fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts up into you. merciless and be chases his own high, rutting up into your with a new found vigour that has you hiccuping— nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

you wilt into his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as you reach your peak; quickly tumbling down the other side as jungkook’s balls slap wetly against your ass, pleasure fueled moans a harmony with your own.

you feel jungkook’s cock twitch as you ride out your high, cunt creamy leaking down his balls as he cums; coating your walls sticky with his seed.

he ruts up into you once more, hands pulling you down as far as you can on his cock as he empties himself out inside of you. thick pulses of cum spilling into you.

“fuck” his head knocks against the back of the couch, “you’re milking me” he laughs, balls tightening when your walls clench around his softening length.

your chest stutters for a breath, hips twitching at the aftermath of your orgasm.

“you’re insatiable” jungkook licks his bottom lip when you circle your hips. “gonna have to give me a minute to recover”

jungkook lays you back, fumbling around for the small pillows propped up against the arm of the couch. he pulls the bottom half of your body up by your ankles, slipping two pillows under your hips.

“no clenching. and no spilling; i plan to stuff you full tonight” he raises an eyebrow, a silent challenge to disobey.

he runs his fingers through your slit, barely dipping between your walls to push his seed back inside of you.

“think you can do that?”

you nod, “don’t make me cum, otherwise it’s gonna make a mess of the pillows”

“you’ll be making more than a mess of the pillows” his nose scrunches. and you’re unsure if it’s bubbly love that fills your body, possibly a new wave of arousal.

maybe both.

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spencerreidsreads · 4 months

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PART 3: CRIMINAL MINDS FIC RECS - (S.R and A.H)

(Link to part 1 and part 2)

Aaron Hotchner:

@luveline - If Things Go Bad… Not Fault, Just Love

@chvoswxtch - Baby

@ssahotchnerr - Whole masterlist pt 1 & 2

@ptersparkers - Reckless

@headkiss - Steady Hand… Something More

@ynscrazylife - I Need To Be Excused

@hotchnisslvr - Power Struggle… How Do We Carry On? & pt2

@anothermansjeans - Kaleidoscope

@thewulf - Bulletproof Bonds

@hotchnerxo - The Chances You Take (series)

@miley1442111 - Pinky Promises

@em-prentiss - The Comfort of You

@zvdvdlvr - I Love You pt1, pt2… We Regret To Inform You

@navia3000 - So Long London pt1, pt2, pt 3

@undiscl0sed-desir3s - Go Ahead and Cry Little Girl pt1 and pt2… Give Peace a Chance (series)

@atlabeth - Dance Until We’re Bones

@14buddy22 - How Far We’ve Come (series)

@basketonthedoorstepofthefbi - Look at Me

@kisses4reid - Red Tissue

@write-orflight - Trouble (series)

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galatariel · 6 months

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JUNGKOOK We are Bulletproof Pt. 2 @ MAMA 2019 (191204)

#changed history 😵 (these are a bit weirdly paced sorry)#bts #btsgif #tw flashing #jungkook #jeon jungkook #btsedit #dailybts #2605 #userines #usersky #userkelli #usermaggie #niniblr #usershreyu #tuserhales #raplineuser #userdimple #trackofthesoul

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jkvjimin · 9 months

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bangtan + 2 cool 4 skool we are bulletproof pt.2 mv (insp)

#bts #btsedit #bangtan #bangtanedit #bangtan*#userkelli #usersky #annietrack #cordiallyfuturedwight #dailybts #userbangtan #underbetelgeuse #userteri #gif #idk what i'm doing #idk if i'm gonna make more of this x.x

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jammydodger3579 · 2 months

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Young Lust pt. 3

Summary: Logan left, leaving Y/N very angry... (no spoilers hehe)

Read part 2 here || Masterlist here || Patreon here

A/N: Here's the third chapter! Hope yall love it. Lemme know what you guys think :))

18+ for mature audiances only.

Warnings: violence, sorry no smut this time. hopefully you're here for the plot haha.

Y/N was angry. She walked around the compound, a part of her hoping she would find Logan somewhere. Instead, she only found Yelena. She was angry as well. She wanted to fight.

“Bastards! Thinking we’re too weak to stand up against the Widows!” Yelena shouted. She had a bottle of vodka in her hand. It was far too early to be drinking, but that didn’t stop her.

“Logan left. He said he would stay and he left!” Y/N started, before realizing what she was saying. Yelena smiled slightly.

“It is cute… You and him. I remember when it was like that between Buck and me. Of course, nothing has changed, he said he would wait for me as well and then he went and left. God I’m gonna rip his other arm from him when I see him, I swear” Yelena said, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“It’s just casual, no strings. Really, it’s just sex” Y/N said, more telling herself than Yelena.

“Mhm, sure… Ugh, men! We know the Widows better than anyone! They wouldn’t treat Nat like this” she said the last part softly, taking a swig of her drink. Her face scrunched up as she swallowed.

“You’re right… we know the widows better than anyone. We could find them. Go after them and fight” Y/N said, walking over to Yelena. She took the bottle out of her hands. “Come on, go sober up while I figure out where they are” Yelena nodded, walking off to her room.

Y/N went to the conference room where she’d left her file. She opened it up and started reading. There were outposts all over the world. Y/N felt daunted at the task at hand. She logged into a computer to assist her research. Surely Tony documented all this, she thought to herself. After a few minutes, she had two possible leads for where Logan and the other X-men could be. There seemed to be a bunch of recent movement in a warehouse on the outskirts of Madripoor so Y/N decided to look into that one more, leaving the other location for Yelena to check out. When Yelena walked into the room, freshly showered and in her tactical gear, Y/N handed a bunch of files to her.

“Here, this is where you’re going. Sounds like the Avengers are there. I’m gonna check out this warehouse in Madripoor. Will you be okay alone?” Y/N said, standing up from her seat. Yelena nodded as she read through the files.

“I just want to put a stop to this,” she said softly, before leaving the room.

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Arriving in Madripoor, Y/N found a place far enough away from the warehouse to land her helicopter. She walked to the warehouse, hiding in the tree line out of sight from the snipers that guarded the place. This has to be the right place, they wouldn’t have all this protection if it wasn’t she thought to herself. She counted ten guards. Y/N walked the perimeter of the warehouse, still hiding in the shadows. She found an opening in the fence and decided to slip inside. Watching her back, she looked around to make sure no one saw her. All clear she thought as she climbed onto a bin. She hoisted herself onto the flat roof of a room attached to the warehouse. There, she saw a man facing away from her. He held a gun and had a bulletproof vest on. Y/N used this opportunity to sneak up on the man. In one swift move, she put a hand over his mouth and the other used a taser to knock him out. Once he was out cold, Y/N took his gun and the bulletproof vest. One by one, she swiftly and quietly took out all ten guards.

“Roger, come in, are you there Roger?” a walkie-talkie, belonging to a knocked-out man, sounded off, giving Y/N a slight fright. She was on edge. She still felt angry with Logan, but she couldn’t help but worry for him. “We have a problem, Rog-” the voice was cut off by a scream and then silence. Suddenly, gunfire started going off inside the warehouse. She peered through a window and saw him, Logan, along with Kitty, Bobby and Rogue. They were fighting off a bunch of men with guns. Y/N scoffed, knowing that guns do nothing to Logan. She smashed the window in and crawled on top of a cage. There were girls inside, huddled together. Some were crying over the horror show that was displayed before them. Logan was stabbing and slicing these men down, killing them relentlessly. Y/N climbed down the side of the cage and, using the gun she had, blasted the lock off the cage door.

“You can’t save them!” a man yelled before getting his throat sliced open by Logan. That's when he noticed Y/N. He was taken aback. Guilt washed over his face. Just as the two made eye contact, a blast went off, throwing Y/N back against a brick wall. Her head hurt. The room was spinning. She felt the back of her head. When she looked at her hand, there was blood. Then she noticed her pants, on fire. The searing white hot pain sinks in causing her to scream. She blinked, looking around the room. Her vision was blurry but she could make out Kitty, Bobby and Rogue all fighting the girls, trying their best to not seriously hurt them. Logan was near the door, fighting off more guards, their guns blasting into his chest. Shaking, Y/N patted the fire out on her legs. Her pants were melted to her shins. She stood up and took two steps forward. A loud groan left her as she moved.

“Logan-” she looked over at him before a foot collided with her head.

Images of Dreykov’s men flooded Y/N’s mind. She found herself walking the corridors of the Red Room. She found a sterile-looking room with an operating table in the middle. There was a body on the table. Y/N walked towards it and pulled the sheet off the body's face. She gasped and stood back. She was staring down at her own lifeless, dead body. Her skin was pale, her hair looked dull, and her lips were blue. The head of the body turned to look at Y/N. It started to speak.

“Worthless!! Replaceable!! Disposable!! Unloveable!!” It kept repeating those four words over and over. Y/N put her hands over her ears and sank to the floor, trying to get the image of her own dead body out of her head.

“She wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t left her!” Y/N woke up to Yelena’s voice piercing through her head. Y/N was in a hospital bed. She had an IV in her left arm and monitors all over her chest. There was a beeping coming from the machines in the room. Logan was sitting next to the bed with a disgruntled look on his face.

“Hey…” her voice was rough as she spoke. Logan looked over at her and his face softened. He moved his seat closer to Y/N.

“Hey, you’re awake,” he said, reaching a hand out to hold Y/N’s. She looked around the room for Yelena, but she wasn’t there.

“Yelena?”

“She just stormed out. Don't think she likes me much” Logan said. She nodded, looking around the room gently.

“Don’t take it to heart, she doesn’t like anyone,” it hurt to speak. Had she been screaming? “How long was I out for?”

“A few days” His thumb was rubbing circles over her hand. “What were you thinking? Putting yourself in danger like that?” he spoke softly.

“What was I thinking? You left me. You said you would stay, we would fight it together but you left me!” Y/N looked away as she spoke. She didn’t know why she was crying, and she certainly didn’t want Logan to see.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt-”

“Well too late, Logan!”

“Hey, how’s- oh sorry,” Tony said, walking into the room. Dr Jean Grey was with him. She looked like she didn’t want to be there. Y/N and Jean weren’t friends, but they also didn’t hate each other. They simply just didn’t get along. Maybe it was because Jean knew what Y/N thought of Logan, but she wouldn’t know. Jean walked around the bed to look at the monitors, writing down notes on a clipboard she had in her hand.

“It’s fine, Logan was just leaving,” Y/N said, looking over at Logan. He had a hurt look on his face, but he sighed, nodded and left. It was awkward to watch. Tony looked around the room before deciding to sit down.

“I know it’s not my place but I think you need to give him more credit. It was a group decision to leave you and Yelena out. I know, bad team leader on my end, but we all know what this means for you. We just wanted to protect the safety of our team,” Tony spoke slowly, checking in Y/N’s face to make sure she heard what he was saying.

“I’m not an Avenger, that was Nat. You guys need to stop comparing us to her!” she put emphasis on her words, but didn’t raise her voice. Tony nodded.

“We’ll try, it’s just that… well we miss her, and she wouldn’t want her sisters to die trying to take down Dreykovs followers”

“If you think that, then maybe you didn’t know Natasha that well”

“I don’t know Logan that well, but I know he cares for you. We all do. Stop shutting people out” Tony said gently, patting Y/N’s hand. He got up and left, leaving her alone with Jean. She went to the end of the bed.

“I need to check that you’ve got feeling in your legs,” she said, lifting the blanket over her legs. Y/N looked down at her legs. They were swollen, and covered in red and brown patches. There was a clear layer of second skin over the burns. Jean used the end of her pen to touch Y/N’s foot. She sighed, full of relief. She could feel her feet and move her toes. “Awesome. Well, everything looks good. No blurry vision?” Y/N shook her head. Jean nodded and wrote something on the clipboard. She moved towards the door. She was about to say something but hesitated. “Logan sat next to you the entire time… just thought you’d like to know,” she said, before exiting the room.

Y/N sighed, lying back down in the bed. She brought her hands up to her face and rubbed her eyes. This supposed “casual” relationship was becoming too far known around the team. A team that Y/N technically wasn’t a part of, no matter how many times Tony suggested it. She didn’t want to be an Avenger. She couldn’t see herself teaming up with them to take down aliens and gods. She just wanted a quiet life, where she could live in peace and grow old. Where no one was trying to kill her and she was loved. And maybe Logan was there too. Guilt washed over her. “I shouldn’t have kicked him out” she muttered to herself. It wasn’t long before she drifted back off to sleep.

“Worthless!! Replaceable!! Disposable!! Unloveable!!”

Y/N sat up in bed. The lights had been dimmed, but she had no way of knowing the time. Logan was back, sleeping in a chair in the corner of the room. He snored ever so slightly, causing Y/N to smile. “Logan?” she whispered-yelled. His eyes fluttered open and met with hers.

“Hey-”

“I’m sorry… for telling you to leave. I don’t blame you for what happened” she said before Logan could say anything. He pressed his lips together, clearly thinking about what to say. “I like you, a lot I think, and just couldn’t sit at home imagining the worst happening to you. Healing factor or not” Logan smiled.

“I like you too, since the moment I saw you” He walked over to Y/N. She wriggled over in the bed and patted the spot next to her, inviting Logan to lie down with her. He got on the bed gently, making sure to keep a clear distance from her legs. She snuggled into his chest, his shirt smelling of pine and cigars. Y/N loved that smell.

“So much for keeping it casual,” she said, before drifting off to sleep. For once, she had a peaceful night's sleep.

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lesbiansloveseokjin · 11 months

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day 35/639 of yoongi's military service

these selcas were posted on 130725 with the caption:

SUGA set of 4

(trans cr: Juliana @ bts-trans)

We Are Bulletproof Pt.2 performance from that day:

youtube

#yoongi #suga military countdown #130725 #on stage #we are bulletproof pt.2 #ot7 #Youtube

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calliopesdiary · 22 days

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10 Things I HATE About: You. (part two!)

summary: James is starting to get desperate when Lily continues to reject his attempts to date her, as she reveals she's not allowed to date until her completely opposite twin sister does. which seems highly unlikely, (thats why its such a good rule). so James comes up with a grand plan to get Sirius to date her, what could go wrong?

(literally just the story of 10tihay)

wc: 1,401

pairings: evans!slytherin!reader (jeezus thats a mouthful) x sirius black

tropes: grumpy x sunshine, because of a bet

contents: angst? (if that's what we call it) to comfort, happy ending, james doesn't think before he does something, mulciber is sexist (but what’s new)

Pt: 2-3

a/n; i’d like to apologize to those who have waited so long, my dyslexia has been getting worse and worse recently and writing was something i started dreading to do, but i’m back and better then ever! thanks for a patience 🫶

(part one)

WELL, SIRIUS WAS FUCKED. and not in the enjoyable way.

how could he do this to himself, how could he do this to James? he wasn't meant to actually like you.

your rejections shamefully bruised his bulletproof ego, crushing it to pieces like a glass heart.

but they meant the world to him, he loved your routinely reluctance and the way you always seemed to be running away from him.

it was a game he was more than willing to play.

as long as you never found out everything was a bet; he could keep you forever like he was in love the whole time.

selfish, really. but Sirius Black was a selfish man.

"how was your date with the dog, Sugar?" Barty teased excitedly, jumping off the bed to run over to you.

"lovely, actually."

"I KNEW I- wait, what?" He was completely prepared for you to say it was horrid.

"lovely, i said. please don't make me say it again."

"I'm so glad it was nice, dear." Dorcas cooed, wrapping her arms around you.

"have anything in common with your loverboy?" Barty sighed dejectedly, sitting you down on the bed.

"we both like Fleetwood Mac." you admitted sheepishly, twisting your hair like some immature school girl with a crush (which wasn't exactly far off).

"that's great!" Dorcas cheered softly, taking your hand.

"I'm falling for him." you blurted out, blushing once you even realized the thought had come out of your mouth.

"that explains it." Pandora pondered.

"explains what, lil' sis?" Evan asked confusedly.

"her aura," Pandora began, "it's oddly pinkish."

"n-no, it's not." you refused.

"the nargles don't lie, Y/N."

one early morning Quidditch practice— you were on the field stretching as you heard the speakers begin to stir.

“you’re just too good to be true~”

“can’t take my eyes off of you~”

everyone on Slytherin and the other teams looked around, as you saw Sirius with a microphone belting “Can’t Take My Eyes off You” by Franke Valli.

what. the. fuck.

obviously— Madame Hooch had his head for it.

but he must’ve thought it was worth it, just to see you laugh at his antics.

Sirius kept the bet going, though he'd rather cut the deal and just date you regularly. like normal people do.

you, on the other hand, were unaware of the bet and were wishing Sirius would leave you alone and stop asking you out.

because your personal feelings were growing way too strong, and you didn't need some man to swoop in and save you like some damsel-in-distress. You were perfectly capable of saving yourself, thank you very much.

your singleness proved that. But why was Sirius Black, of all people, so enticing?

you kept going out with Sirius for as long as you could, until the butterflies in your stomach stopped fluttering, and the spark that ignited in your heart whenever he looked at you fizzled out.

your plan is to stop your heart from aching every time you see Sirius Black. How do you plan to do that?

spend as much time with him as possible until your conversations become boring and predictable. That should do the trick!

news flash: trying to bore yourself out of a crush didn't work at all. In fact, it backfired and now you're even more attracted to Sirius Black than before. what are you going to do now?

you were sat in potions when Peter anxiously slid a piece of paper towards you, clearing his throat and motioning you to open it.

“s’from Sirius.” he whispered, cracking his knuckles as he turned back to his Cauldron.

confused, you opened the (rather large) piece of parchment and read down the words carefully.

“My Dearest Y/N L/N,

if you are able and would like to spare an inch of your time to grace me with your lovely presence by the lake at exactly 6’o clock this evening? i’d love to have you in my company for a small surprise (though you don’t like them— it’s small, promise.).

see you there, princess?

-S.O.B (xoxo)”

your eyes skimmed over the letter, as if to check if it was fake or some sort of sick joke.

but.. nothing was exploding or falling apart so… it should be safe.

besides, you were beginning to trust Sirius. he wasn’t the worst person ever.

that thought made you severely sick to your stomach, that the rotten little first year you knew had blossomed into such a beautiful thing.

and that night was amazing.

you guys danced, joked, laughed… kissed..

it was like a fairytale.

your dreams of your very own happily ever after were squashed when you were far too young by your older yet muggle sister, Petunia.

she said there is no such thing as runaway princesses, daring sword fights, fire breathing dragons, mystical fairies, etc.

and she particularly liked telling her and Lily that happily ever after never happened, that it was a myth.

but his lips felt like happily ever after.

his gaze felt like happily ever after.

he felt like happily ever after.

“so, are you thinking about going to the spring dance?” Sirius asked gingerly, knowing you weren’t keen on the topic.

“no, it’s a stupid tradition.”

“c’mon, nobody will expect you to be there!”

“why are you so keen on this? what’s in it for you?”

he ignored your question, looking down at his pitch black painted nails.

“you need therapy, you know that?” he quipped, looking back over to your aggravated look.

“you’re ignoring my question.”

“nothing! nothing is in it for me!” he finished his sentence off with a cautious kiss on your forehead, leaving you with a soft smile.

it killed him at he lied to you.

but that happily ever after was clearly— too short.

after lovely dates and nearly becoming official multiple times, everything had come crashing down onto you.

here; let me explain.

many people would say that Sirius deserved better than you, but you learned long ago to ignore the sting of people’s words on your skin.

Sirius seemed to make it all better though.

it was annual Hogwarts spring dance season, and you usually would refuse to go.

and you weren’t crazy about the idea of a bunch of sweaty, hormonal teenagers dancing for hours on end.

but maybe with Sirius it wouldn’t be bad.

you’d even went dress shopping with Dorcas, something you would’ve never ever done.

so the night of the dance, everything went to hell.

“hey! Peter!.. have you seen Sirius?” you yelled over the loud music, the bass pounding in your eardrums.

“Pads? umm, yeah i think he’s with James!”

“Thanks.” you thanked half-assedly.

You scoured the Great Hall, messing nervously with your hair as you spotted him chatting with James.

“Pads, come on. You know i love you but you need to get a move on with this bet if you want the rewards.” James placed a strong hand on his friends smaller shoulder, not noticing you were there.

“I know, Prongs, I’ll probably just— ghost her after tonight or something, i guess.” again he felt bad lying to James, since he’d never ever dream of ghosting you ever.

but this time one of his lies caught up with him.

“nothing in it for you, huh?” His head perked up as he saw you standing infront of him, you took a disappointed glance at James and ran out of the ballroom. he followed close behind.

"would you give me a chance?" He tried to reason, following you up the staircases.

"You were paid to take me out! by the one person i truly hate. I knew this was a set up!" You yelled heart brokenly, stopping a few steps above him.

"Y/n, it wasn't like that, okay?"

"Really? what was it like? A down payment now and then a bonus for sleeping with me?"

"No, I didn't care about the money, okay? I cared... I cared about you."

You turned to face him with a countenance of both sadness and anger.

"You are so not who I thought you were." You muttered sadly.

In desperation, Sirius grabbed you and attempted to solve the issue by pressing his lips against yours, trying to recapture any spark.

but much to his chagrin, you jerked away from him. giving him a disgusted look as you fled back up the staircase towards your dorm room.

Nice one, Pads.

part three coming soon!

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