Forced
(Sirius Black x Fem!Reader)
Summary - Being in an arranged marriage with a Black was something you considered your doom, but when it is Sirius Black it wasnt a doom rather a portal to such a beautiful life you never knew you would have.
Warning - toxic household. I really dont know, please let me know if anything.
A/N Ahhh this is the longest one shot I have written and something that been in my mind for sooo long and I think it came out quite alright. And Sirius might be a bit OOC in this. It was for @leydileyla‘s 1K celebration. Congrats once again! Have a great read!
Blacks, just as their name suggested were often considered, in the belief of the orthodox, bad. However, many were fond of it, wishing to be a part of the most respected family of the Sacred 28 but Sirius Black was never proud of his surname.
He hoped and wished day and night for somehow the name to vanish and he never - as opposed to his mother’s dreams - wanted to expand the Black “family”. He never wanted to marry. Never wanted anyone else to bear the name because of him and to the contrary of many beliefs he felt bad for who he was to marry.
The hatred he had for the name just grew when he found out he was betrothed, not by his parents, not by his brother but by the cousin who was disowned. Oh, how much he wished he ran away when he got the time rather than staying back just for his baby brother, enduring all the tortures.
At the ripe age of 19, when he was supposed to be out enjoying his life with the perks of being a young adult rather shut into his room, helpless and enraged by being betrothed.
Sirius twisted the platinum ring on his finger, sitting in the confinement of his room. Sure, it wasn’t the engagement ring but it was the one James Potter had brought him for the graduation. The words, ‘Padfoot’ was engraved into the thick ring. The letters barely visible but it meant the world to him. Everything about it was special to him.
“Brother,” He heard the door squeak shut. He could see the polished shoes of Regulus through the corner of his eyes. Without looking up from his ring nor stopping his actions, he asked, irritatedly, “What is it now?”
“M-mother is calling you,” He could hear the tightness in his brother’s voice, his heart clenched but was immediately engulfed in the thought that Regulus knew about this and never uttered a word to him.
“Tell her I will come,” He said shortly.
“Sirius-”
“Just go, Regulus,” He had never called him by his full name, it was always “Reg” or “Reggie” no matter what.
“Oh,” The boy stared at Sirius for a second before rushing out of the room, knowing the tears in his eyes would drop.
Sirius flopped back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was mad, mad at everyone but you. He had never seen you before, never heard of you. It was bewildering at first how his mother agreed on this but it dissipated when he learned this…commitment could increase the international bonds.
Groaning, he stood up, straightening his always formal attire, ruffling his hair and left downstairs. “Good evening, Mother,” He said, bitterly.
“Oh, here you are, finally,” She said irritatedly but did nothing other than standing up from her study desk, giving a sideways glance to her husband who sat ignorantly with a newspaper in front of him.
“Stop shouting,” His mother hissed, letting out a sharp breath she continued in her cold voice, “Since the marriage is on the day after tomorrow I would expect you to have a good rest, and not do any of your usual shenanigans. Do not let the Blacks down, Sirius,”
A hanger was placed on the handle of a cupboard she was walking to, the clothing hung on it was completely covered. Sirius hoped it wasn’t what he thought it would be. “Since the marriage will be held on the day after tomorrow-”
”The day after tomorrow!?!” Sirius yelled.
She wore a sweet smile as she saw Sirius’ gritted teeth and clenched fingers. She strode towards him with elegance, the one thing he actually admired in his mother ever since he was a child. She was the most elegant woman he had ever seen in his life however he despised the act of elegance.
Her fingers adjusted his clothes and straightened his hair. With the same cold stare and the contrasting smile, she said, “You cannot escape this, Sirius, it’s important for us. I’d better hope you can behave properly,”
She looked at him for a word of confirmation. Sirius didn’t look at her in the eyes, didn’t let his jaws and fingers relax. He felt like a black sheep, the odd one, as he stood rooted to his spot, his father’s eyes too turned towards him.
His mother squeezed his arm, “Sirius,”
“Yes, mother,” He said, venom spilling out of his words.
His mother smiled, “Go to your room now,”
And like a puppet, Sirius left to his room without another word. Once back into his bright coloured room, he threw his wand onto the bed after casting a silencing charm and sat on the side of his bed, rocking himself. The grip on the mattress of his bed just grew tighter the more he thought of what happened.
Sirius’ breath came out ragged as his fingers clutched his hair. He screamed. He screamed loud and in agony. All the tears he had within him burst out of his eyes as angry ones. He slammed his hands against the mattress as he stopped screaming but the tears didn’t, neither did his breathing calm down.
He looked at himself in the mirror and saw a vulnerable boy. That’s what he was, still a boy and within the span of the next 72 hours, he would be a husband to a girl he had never seen. He could see the tears tracks in his eyes and he wondered what was your situation, he somehow, hoped you would be alright.
And you weren’t in a better situation either. Ever since your elder sister ran away from the house - lucky her - and got disowned, you knew all had come onto your shoulders now. With your little brother by your side, you had discreetly heard the talk about the marriage with a Black. Your whole world collapsed, your dreams of becoming an Auror shattered into millions of pieces. You could remember your little brother’s grip on your hand tightening and his eyes watching you crash onto the floor.
Of course, you couldn’t run away as your sister did. Your parents were trained enough to not let you go; holding you onto their side with a firm, bruising grip and sweet smile.
Two days before the wedding you had laid on your bed, letting out all the tears that welled inside your eyes, threatening to spill out before your brother. You sobbed, curling into a fetal position, feeling as if the world was against you. A marriage with a guy you had never seen in your life before, for all you knew he could be in his fifties, with all the potbelly and a pureblood racist, an arrogant sexist or, perhaps, a foolish narcissist.
You had wiped your tears recalling the words of your mother “do not cry and make that pretty face of yours ugly.”
Two days, just two days and then your whole world will come crumbling down in the hands of a Black. But some instinct inside your proclaimed perhaps he was just in as bad as a position as you. Maybe, he was forced too, you hoped he did never wanting to hate a person so much in your life.
Sirius could remember the tantrum he threw two days ago so vividly as he stood at the altar, waiting for you to walk in. Playing with the ring James had given him, never looking at anyone, not the subtlest smile on his face. He could feel the stare of his brother but he wouldn’t dare to look.
The Blacks were fancy and dramatic. Everything surrounding him was expensive and valuable, too grand for his liking. He hated this, hated owning anyone, hated to think of what his mother and cousins would do to the girl, hated the bond he would create by the marriage, and despised that he was 19 and married in a few hours.
Sirius sighed, having almost all the eyes on him until soft music played. The eyes (including Sirius’ own) were now on the other end of the aisle, where you stood, your arm around your father’s, a stoic look on your face as your father’s eyes gleamed in the joy of finally being able to have a close tie with the Black family.
Your breath hitched as you saw the boy on the opposite end of the aisle. Yes, he was a boy, looking barely older than you. Your first assumption of him was wrong. He wasn’t a man in his fifties with a potbelly rather he was a handsome young man, with shoulder-length, luscious hair and sparkling grey eyes he was the definition of divine beauty and if were any other circumstance than being in an arranged marriage with him, you definitely would have admired it. The rest of your assumptions still hold you back from having a clear picture of him, you couldn't judge by his appearance, after all.
“Smile,” your father mumbled, as he walked forward. You hated having a fake smile, believing it was like an open book for anyone to read but here you were giving the fakest smile ever as you walked to your doom with the cause right by your side, guiding you.
Your father nodded at the boy - Sirius (you gained enough privilege to know his name) - and placed your hand forward for him to take into his hold. He hesitated to take your hand, a glance into your eyes and with gritted teeth, he held your hand.
Sirius had to resist the urge to sigh as he took your hand in his. Oh, what sin had he committed by trapping the most beautiful girl he had seen in his life into the mess of his…family.
Most of what you had seen in usual marriages were skipped, this was new and different. And then, it was time to exchange the rings. Sirius had the ring so close to your finger but never put them on your finger. He stared into your eyes, apologetic and scared. He knew what he was doing by putting them on.
He felt a presence beside him and saw your mother next to you and knew who was standing by him. He felt his mother’s sharp nails squeeze his biceps as she said, “Put the ring on, Sirius,”
He didn’t do it, never looked away from your eyes even when the pressure on his bicep increased, he would feel the worst if he did it. “Sirius,” he could feel his mother’s anger rising and if he could apparate he would have done it, get you and him as away from the place as possible but this was a marriage connecting the Blacks and (L/N)s, two most powerful families, they wouldn't let that happen.
Sirius looked extremely guilty and for a minute you believed perhaps he wasn’t that bad, perhaps this would be alright, that you could trust him. And then he did it, the guilty look remaining on his eyes as he slipped the ring into your finger and he watched as your shoulders dropped, tears welling up your eyes and never spilling.
Sirius Black felt like a monster.
The two of you, after the ceremony, were asked to share your first dance, and you obliged feeling lost and given up. What did you have to fight for now? Nothing, nothing at all. Not your brother in the clutch of his best friend, not your sister who hadn't bothered to send a letter, definitely not your parents and you. You scoffed when you thought of it. Fight for yourself? What a foolish thought!
In the middle of the wide dance floor, Sirius had his hands placed elegantly on your waist, yours on his shoulder. You never looked at him, your eyes either set on some spot, idly, behind him or ducked down, on his plain white shirt underneath the black tux that gave him a malicious look.
“I am sorry,” those were the first words Sirius ever spoke to you. You shook your head lightly, dismissing his apology, “I really am,” he said again.
“It's alright,” you said, softly and what a beautiful voice you had. The overflowing guilt in Sirius’ chest would never subside as watched your eyes skim behind him. The two of you were surrounded by a thick air of melancholy while everyone around you seemed to be engulfed in joy leaving you two to feel like mere objects used for exchange.
“Would you ever forgive me for what I have done?” he asked. Now, Sirius was never one to let the feeling of guilt be ignored, he had to act on it as soon as possible or it would eat him up bit by bit until he was no more than a little, lost child unknown of what to do next and shedding tears like waterfalls.
You chuckled humourlessly and Sirius couldn’t explain the feeling in his heart as though a huge knife was pierced right into his heart. “What did you do wrong for me to forgive you?”
Sirius gulped, he didn’t have the answer for it but he didn't want the conversation to stop, “If it was me, you wouldn’t have gotten married,”
“Don’t be stupid, if it wasn’t you, it would have been your brother. This was inevitable,” you said, finally looking into his eyes. Sirus felt the air leave his lungs as he stared into your beautiful eyes that didn’t hold a spark amongst them and Sirius was sure he would fall for it if they did.
“It wasn’t your mistake, nor mine. We couldn’t have done anything,” you said.
“You speak beautifully,” Sirius blurted, immediately appreciating himself for the subtle smile tugging in the corner of your lips.
“Thanks,” you said, your eyes averted from him although this time it was because you were flustered. The two of you stared into the others’ eyes, understanding your emotions all the while trying to decipher each other’s.
“I am sorry,” The two of you said, simultaneously.
Over the next month or so you have spent as (Y/N) Black, Sirius Black’s wife, you knew all your assumptions about him was wrong. He wasn't a pureblood racist or an arrogant sexist - he was, although, a bit of a narcissist - he was a handsome young man blooming with values, bravery and pride.
You had also grown to understand his relationship with his family and brother. The discreet glares with clenched fingers his mother shot him as he wore an obnoxiously bright red hoodie to the dinner, the feared look his brother passed whenever Sirius had done any of his little shenanigans.
You didn’t understand what was happening until Sirius had once met you on the balcony of your room after you found it suffocating inside and explained to you about his friends, his house - Gryffindor (the pride in his voice was heavy) - and what it had done to the relationship with his family. He further told you about what the marriage did to him and Regulus, making the guilt swallow you as a whole.
He wasn’t bad but such a gentleman, putting himself in front of you as his mother glared at you for something you did, he would hold your hand tightly as he looked right back at her, fiercely. He would never leave your side alone unless he was extremely forced. You’d go as far as to say maybe you could give it a try.
And Sirius was simply smitten. The way you had been with his brother alone was something he loved the most about you. Of course, you were so beautiful inside and out, fierce, brave, kind, loyal and sassy.
The number of times he had looked at you with much pride blooming in his chest as you smirked at Bellatrix after saying something to make her zip her mouth and resort to glaring. Or the time he had managed to take you to Andromeda and the way you held little Nymphadora in your arms, bouncing her while casually chatting with his cousin.
He was almost certain there was some feeling in him for you that couldn't just be labelled as friends, it was new and Sirius didn't know what it was.
The two of you now stood, once again, out of your bedroom, outlooking the stars as the moonlight shown down at you. Sirius had taken his time to admire how beautiful you looked, eyes shining bright and hair flowing lusciously. You looked like a princess who came out of a cartoon but much more beautiful.
Sirius would almost say with pride that you were his…wife. You were his wife. Every time he said those words to himself he would shut himself down, too exhausted and unable to comprehend the words. You were such an amazing girl - kind, beautiful, compassionate and determined. It was everything anyone could need and it was bewildering that Sirius was blessed with you. Trapped would have been the word he would have used in the first but not anymore.
The two of you were engulfed in a peaceful silence - you staring at the scenery before you in bewilderment of how wealthy the Blacks were, and Sirius looking at you in admiration - until you asked a question.
“What is your wand core?” You asked out of curiosity.
Sirius coughed and straightened, “Uh, what did you say?”
You chuckled and repeated, “What is your wand core?”
“Oh, dragon heartstring,” He said, casually pulling out his wand. Sirius’ eyebrows drew closer in confusion as he watched your expression morph into one of utter incredulity.
“You're kidding me,” you said, disbelief painted on your face.
“No, I am not,” he said, smiling at your expression.
“Oh my goodness,” you burst out laughing and the sound felt like honey to Sirius’ ears. Sweet and beautiful like he wanted to hear it for the rest of his life. You leaned against him for support and Sirius waited with a wide grin for your laughter to subside, never daring to kill it for it was the first time he heard you laugh and he was proud.
After drawing deep breaths you said, “Wands with dragon heartstrings are said to produce the most flamboyant spells,” You bit your lips and waited for Sirius’ reaction.
Once he did understand, he was rendered into the same state as you were in a few minutes ago. And, indeed, he was divine like some greek god.
“Well, then,” He held his wand out, letting the laughter slowly sink down, “Guess I have to do something now,”
“No, no, no,” You snatched the wand from his hand, “not now!”
“Your no fun,” He complained.
“Piss off,” you said with a smile.
“Where did you learn this?” Sirius asked and watched with guilt as your mood visibly dampened. You leaned against the railing, twisting his wand subconsciously between your fingers.
“My sister taught me,” you said, quietly. Sirius’ eye widened. He had never heard of your sister. ‘Why would they need to know of that blood traitor?’ was the exact words of your mother when you asked her about telling about your sister.
“You had a sister!?” He asked, inconsiderately and watched with even wider and scared eyes for how you would react but was surprised to hear you chuckle.
“Yeah, she was disowned,” you said.
“She is older than you?” The only answer Sirius received was a nod and he needed nothing more, that little gesture was all needed for him to know what happened exactly, “Were you mad at her? At me? For all that happened?”
“Of course I was,” You let out a breathy chuckle, your eyes skimming through the night sky, eyes shining with tears, “I always wanted to study more, you know. Becoming an Auror was my dream but here I am listening to an old woman gush about getting pregnant,”
“What?” Sirius asked, his face scrunched up in confusion, “Who?”
“That aunt of yours,” you said, looking at him, “She was giving me tips the other day when you were sent out. Tips on how to have a beautiful baby boy,”
“Ew,” Sirius said and shivered, “That’s just so…bad,”
You rolled your eyes, “Tell me about,”
“You know, if anything, by any chance, in the case of a miracle, if it was ever to happen - I’d rather have a baby girl,” he said without giving it a second thought and felt free to tell you whatever came to his mind without a fear.
“Ooh, planning about the future now, are we?” you said with a giggle.
Sirius shrugged, looking at you with a wide grin, “Also, what did you say you wanted to become?”
”An Auror,” You stated with a sigh.
“Would you study now? Go for an Auror if you could now?” Sirius asked, looking at you intently.
You took a deep breath. You’d be out of your mind if you said you don’t want to at the same time you cant. If your or his parents knew-
“They can't do anything,” Sirius said as though he could read your mind. You whipped your head to look at him.
“They wouldn’t know, even if they did, what can they possibly do?” he said, taking a step forward to you.
“Why are you doing this?” You asked, softly, your eyes looking at the soles of your footwear.
“Huh?” Sirius ducked down to meet your eyes and his breath was taken away when you looked at him with tears filled eyes.
“Why? Why do you keep looking out for me? Like do you not hate me?” You asked, looking at him incredulously.
Sirius’ eyes softened as he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ears, “How can I hate you?” he whispered slowly, accurate for the softness wrapping the two of you, providing warmth and love.
“Sirius,” you breathed and watched his rest gently against your cheek. You felt yourself leaning into his touch unconsciously. A mysterious feeling bloomed into Sirius’ chest as he stepped closer.
“Your the prettiest person ever to exist,” He whispered, “And there is a feeling inside me that wants to do everything you ask for, everything you want and everything you need.”
“It might just be guilt you said you had,” You suggested not believing his words. He shook his head, “That is not of the guilt, its far from guilt,”
You stared into his eyes, trying to find something that would make you flow with the wind, away from him but he always found a way to pull you back, right into his arms, somewhere you’ve always wanted to be.
It was about time Sirius recognised the feeling he had weighing his chest as he merely saw you from afar. He leaned down to connect your foreheads and felt your shoulders tense up and lean closer to him. Sirius cautiously wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, "I think it’s love, darling,” He could hear a gasp leave your lips and he shivered with the tingles it had given him.
“You can’t,” You said, looking into his eyes and shook your head lightly, “You can’t love me,”
“I can and I will,” He said. Sirius could feel your heart hammering as you leaned into his arms and he held you so tightly against him. You took a deep breath and parted your lips as though wanting to speak something but immediately closed.
What Sirius would do next could possibly result in two options - you would slap him and walk away or stay with him, perhaps, forever. He took a deep breath, drawing your attention to him as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.
Your eyes widened in shock and slowly closed as you let yourself sink into the kiss. It was truly magical and blissful and you couldn't explain the feeling in words. The pit in your stomach erupting with butterflies as Sirius' hand slowly moved its way to your cheek. You felt as though the time stopped, too engulfed in each other to recognise anything. Sirius deepened the kiss, the hand on the small of your back rubbing comfortingly.
If anything you were sure of when you pulled away from the kiss it was that you loved him.
“I love you,” You breathed.
“And I love you more than anything,” He said, with a wide, soft smile.
“More than anything?” you said, with a teasing smile.
“I mean if I had to categorize who I love more it would be the ugly cat we saw the other day first,” He said, putting on a deep facade of sincerity.
“There goes the romantic mood. You Blacks are worse at this sort,” you rolled your eyes.
“I sincerely apologize for that, Mrs Black,” he said with a smirk and for the first time, he saw you smile when you were called as so.
“Oh, idiot is what you are,” You giggled against his lips.
Sirius chuckled, “Your studying to become an Auror and I don’t take a no,”
”Sirius-”
“This is the first thing I ask you as your husband,” The words felt weird spilling from Sirius’ lips. He hated what he was doing, setting an emotional trap but if it meant it would have a good result and you would be happy, he would do anything.
You took a deep breath, “Alright,”
Sirius laughed happily and smashed his lips back to yours.
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“Life was like a box of chocolates.”
We’re back! After kinktober you all probably thought we got rid of out MCU zoomies but nope! Here we are with another spicy event! This is another event I’ll be doing with the lovely @leydileyla so be sure to follow her as well!
we’ll starting to post between the 1st and 14th of February!
how to request
1 character (or two depending on the prompt) + 1 flavor + drizzle of choice and topping of choice
example:
dr strange + caramel + body worship + prompt 10
Rules
This event is +18 so if you’re underage don’t participate and if we find out you did request something you’ll be blocked!
The event is only for MCU! Neither of us read the comics super religiously therefore we don’t know everything or all the characters that are mentioned in the comics!
Taken prompts will be crossed out except for flavors
First come, first served!
Please send the requests ONLY to @burnthoneymint!
We suggest requesting off-Anon and/or following all both of us.We will be splitting the requests among ourselves which means you won’t know which one of us will write it!
Don’t forget to add if you want sub or dom reader! And any other details if you want!
You can requests for ships as well!
We’ll only be taking 14 requests so choose wisely!
Please be kind while requesting!
you may start sending in request as soon as you read this! ingredients under the cut <3
Flavors
Caramel - low and romantic
Peanuts - playful and happy
Coconut - eager and obedient
Ruby Chocolate - embarrassed and shy
Hazelnut - sleepy and lazy
Biscuit - gentle and commanding
Bitter chocolate - possessive and rough
Liquor - intense and angry
Chili - smug and sadistic
Drizzles
body worship
double penetration
car sex
anal
overstimulation
dry humping
tied up
sex toys
daddy/mommy
oral
mutual masturbation
choking
pet play
praise kink
degradation
humiliation
spanking
squirting
public/semi-public
exhibitionism
lingerie
hair pulling
crying (dacryphilia)
consensual non-consent
blindfold
gagged
edging
pegging
thigh riding
marking/hickeys
face fucking/face riding
creampie
cockwarming
temperature play
threesome (send two characters)
caught masturbating
uniform/costume
knife play
blood play
size difference
phone sex
dumbification
cum play
gloves
medical play
sleeping (somnophilia)
bath/shower sex
aphrodisiac/sex pollen
food play
formal wear
thigh fucking
mirror sex
gun play
alleyway sex
dirty talk
sixty-nine
handjob
handcuffed
predator/prey
wax play
watersports
Toppings
original prompt list here
“just kiss me. ”
“ i really want to kiss you right now. “
“ forgive me with a kiss? “
“ you’re mine. “ “ so come kiss me. “
“ i’m here for business — not pleasure. “
“ so you don’t want me to kiss you? “
“ i could kiss you for hours. “
“ we should practice for our wedding day. “
“ you, me, bed, now. “
“ you didn’t kiss me good night last night. “
“ i’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while. “
“ kiss me, i’m miserable. “
“ if you want me to kiss you, all you have to do is ask. “
“ you’re a great kisser. “
“ you’ve never made out with yourself in the mirror? “ “ …what? “
“ can i get another one? “
“ i haven’t mastered the art of kissing yet. “
“ wanna practice? “
“ you’re a great kisser… is there an award for that? “
“ kiss the pain away. “
“ your lips on mine and i’m home. “
“ is there such a thing as love at first kiss? “
“ if i were to kiss someone, it would be you. “
“ you’re irresistible. ”
“ with your lips on mine there’s less bullshit coming out of it, so i guess there’s that. “
“ kiss me again — but don’t stop this time. “
“ your kisses mean the world to me. “
“ i want you to kiss me. for real, this time. “
“ if you kiss me, we’re not getting out of bed today… “
“ you kissed me last night. “ “ and you didn’t stop me. “
“ you’re not much for kisses, are you? “
“ it’s cute, this thing you’re doing. “
“ you’ve never been kissed before? “
“ you’re going to have to guide me through this. “
“ do i just… close my eyes and lean in? “
“ you’re just, really cute, and i don’t want you to be disappointed… “
“ if you’re not ready for a kiss, that’s okay. “
“ i kissed you. “ “ i know, i… was there. “
“ you just can’t help yourself, can you? “
“ i’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you. “
“ it’s just an innocent kiss. “
“ we’re friends, right? friends kiss each other all the time. “
“ people kiss each other all the time, doesn’t mean there’s feelings involved. “
“ i’m sorry for bringing it up. “ “ actually, i would love to kiss you. “
“ you mean, you, and me? kissing? “
“ you’ve seriously never thought about [us kissing each other]? “ “ maybe once or twice. “
“ you mean us, kissing? “ “ can’t say it never crossed my mind. “
“ fuck it. get over here. let’s do it. “
“ it’s just an innocent kiss. it’s not like it means anything. “
“ when you kissed me… it’s like my soul got set on fire. “
“ i’ve heard great things about you. so naturally… i’m a little curious. “
“ i’ve never kissed anyone before. “
“ you just can’t get enough of me, can you? “
“ and right now… i think you should kiss me. “
“ are you sure you’re ready for this? “ “ i’ve been ready. “
“ kisses aren’t necessary. we can stick to hugs and hand holding. “
“ i’ll kiss you right now to prove that i don’t feel anything for you. “
“ you kissed me first. “ “ i definitely didn’t. “ “ you were literally all over me. “
“ i’ve been wanting to do that for a while. ”
“ you’re full of shit if you think that kiss didn’t mean anything. “
“ shit… i didn’t mean to do that. “ you didn’t mean to kiss me? “
“ kiss me and you’ll find out. “
“ you don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to. “
“ don’t speak, just… kiss me. “
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