#Yet I'm delighted to write about my Valentine Pair

[liaromancewriter]

Under The Mistletoe

Premise: Ethan Ramsey is not one to kiss anyone under the mistletoe, but he’s willing to make an exception just once.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,690

A/N: Finally starting to find my writing mojo again. Submission for @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday event, prompt "getting crush under the mistletoe", for @choicesholidays prompt "It's tradition" and for @choicesdecember2023 prompt "winter solstice". I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 63, prompt 3 (in bold) and Holiday prompt 1 (in bold)

I. Intern Year

Snow fell prettily outside, dusting the skylight above Edenbrook Hospital’s atrium with white crystals. Standing just inside the entrance under the glass dome, Cassie Valentine gazed in wonder at the snowflakes swirling above.

She felt like a figurine inside a snow globe and spread her arms out in delight. Giggling, she twirled on one foot and almost tripped when a masculine voice boomed behind her.

“Rookie, what are you doing?!?”

Ethan Ramsey stared at her askance, a bewildered expression on his face. He must have just arrived, for he was wearing a woolen winter coat with a bluish-gray scarf wound around his neck. Snowflakes dusted his hair.

She shrugged nonchalantly, unable or maybe even unwilling to explain. “The moment seemed to call for it.”

Ethan opened his mouth to, no doubt, make a cutting remark about the childishness of interns. But before he could say a word, someone bumped into him from behind, causing him to curse as coffee splashed on his coat from the to-go cup in his hand.

“Oh, Dr. Ramsey. Hi!” The woman beamed flirtatiously before her gaze trailed upward. “What a lovely coincidence.”

Cassie didn’t know the other doctor’s name, but she’d seen her around. She was a senior fellow in the Hem/Onc department and, Cassie thought, had a kind smile.

Ethan stared at the other woman waiting expectantly and then up at the mistletoe that an enterprising soul had hung from the light fixture just inside the entrance.

“Dr. Johnson.” He practically sputtered the name as realization hit, and his face flushed.

Cassie guffawed at Ethan’s sudden discomfort, swallowing her laughter with a loud cough when he shot her an annoyed look. She could practically see the gears in his brain working overtime to avoid kissing under the mistletoe.

Leaving him to handle his admirer, she rushed off before he could berate her for not showing a modicum of decorum. As she changed in the locker room, she wondered if he’d given in to tradition just to save face or made his escape.

Definitely the latter, she decided as she began her shift. Ethan was still a closed book at times, but she was absolutely positive about this. Doctor ‘Attraction is just a neurochemical response to close proximity’ Ramsey wasn’t the kind to kiss anyone under the mistletoe.

II. Second Year

Ethan didn’t know what it was about the holidays that made capable adults turn into horny teenagers. He’d already been accosted by nurses, interns and even patients under the guise of holiday traditions.

His brows snapped in annoyance. This would be so much easier if people didn’t automatically assume he was single. He’d already declared his relationship status to a few million people a couple of months ago. Did no one watch national television anymore?

As he headed to the elevator bank, he glanced warily at the ceiling for any signs of the offending plant and breathed easily when he found none.

Naveen had ordered all mistletoe removed from the hospital after someone filed a sexual harassment complaint. And yet, sprigs of mistletoe kept appearing with a message from someone calling themselves the Elf of Edenbrook.

The custodial staff had their work cut out for them, he thought, getting off the elevator at his floor.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ethan spied the new nurse from the fifth floor strolling toward him. She flipped back her red hair in a practiced move and thrust out her impressive chest. He pretended not to notice and increased his stride.

He sighed in relief when the glass walls of the diagnostic team office came into view, along with a familiar blonde head chatting intensely with Baz Mirani and June Hirata around the meeting table.

That was another problem with secret relationships. Couldn’t just kick people out of the office for alone time with his girlfriend.

Mirani saw him first and lifted a hand in greeting as Ethan swiped himself into the office.

“Good, you’re here,” Hirata commented unnecessarily to Ethan’s mind.

“Did something happen, Dr. Ramsey?” Cassie asked, accurately reading his body language.

“Nothing for you to worry about, Valentine,” Ethan kept his tone neutral as he joined the team, standing at the front of the table. “Just annoyed that people won’t stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

Mirani laughed good-naturedly, having heard Ethan complain about this before. “Did the Elf of Edenbrook attack again?”

Ethan grimaced and then shrugged. “Anyway, what’s the latest here?”

“The drug protocol isn’t working,” June stated. “Valentine thinks we’re missing something, and I agree.”

Ethan picked up the marker and turned to face the whiteboard. “Let’s brainstorm this blind then.”

For the next half hour, Ethan forgot about everything but the case. By the time he dismissed the team, they had a clear action plan. He took his place behind the desk and switched on the monitor.

“Valentine, can you stay back, please?” Ethan called out as Baz and June filed out, now discussing their plans for the hospital’s holiday party.

“What’s up?” Cassie asked, dropping into the visitor’s chair.

He cast a furtive glance at the retreating backs of their colleagues, waiting until they disappeared from view. “Come home with me tonight.”

“Afraid to spend the longest night alone?” Cassie teased. When he stared at her in confusion, she added. “It’s the Winter Solstice, Ethan. Only three more days until Christmas!”

“Good,” he said with gusto. “Then this mistletoe madness can finally end.”

Cassie burst into laughter, slapping her hands together. “You have such a way with words, babe. One would think you hate kissing, but we both know you love it.”

“I admit nothing,” he said just to be contrary. “So, about tonight…? As you know, I’m heading to Providence on Christmas Eve. But it’s our first Christmas together as a couple, and I——”

Ethan cut himself off before the sappy, sentimental words could escape his lips. He wanted holiday memories with Cassie, something when they weren’t both working. They’d agreed to one present each but might have broken that rule already.

“It’s movie night at Casa Roomies,” Cassie began slowly, and he tried to hide his disappointment. “But I’d rather spend the night with you. On one condition.”

He almost sighed in relief, but her last words made him pause. He watched suspiciously as Cassie reached inside her white coat and took out a sprig of mistletoe.

“I want a kiss under the mistletoe,” she smirked, her green eyes swimming with mischief.

“Not you, too,” Ethan griped and sprawled in his chair.

“One kiss for one night.” Cassie shook the mistletoe invitingly. “What do you say?”

Ethan stared at the empty hallway outside and decided to take a calculated risk. “Come here.”

Pushing the chair back, he moved toward the corner of the office, out of sight from the glass. He yanked Cassie into his arms and pressed her against the wall. Lifting her arms, he cuffed her wrists with one hand so that the mistletoe hung above them.

Cassie angled her face toward him, her eyes glittering in anticipation, a triumphant smile hovering on her lips. “Just play along.”

“Just this once,” he said, leaning down to nibble her throat, tracing a line of kisses along her jaw to the sensitive spot just below her earlobe.

He placed two fingers on her chin, pressing firmly until her lips parted. He covered her mouth with his, holding her still as he devoured her. His tongue swirled deep and withdrew. She followed, capturing his bottom lip between her teeth and sucking it into her mouth.

Her arms went slack as he released them, and she wrapped them around his neck. His hands roamed her body, pushing away the white coat to find the hem of her top, lifting that and the undershirt until he touched her silky skin.

Cassie shuddered when he cupped her bra-filled breasts, his thumbs flicking across her taut nipples. He swallowed her moans, his hands now on her thighs, spreading them wide until they cradled him.

Ethan knew this had gone too far, but he was loathe to end it. Despite the risk they were taking, he deepened the kiss.

“Stop,” Cassie cried, pushing against him.

Ethan groaned in frustration but forced himself off her and stepped back. His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath.

“Dammit, Ethan,” Cassie cursed, brushing her fingers through her hair. “How am I supposed to go back to work looking like this?”

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips red, and her eyes had the look of a woman who had just left her lover’s bed. She reached beneath her top to adjust her bra and then straightened her clothes, smoothing down the lapels of the white coat.

“You told me to kiss you!” he protested weakly.

“One kiss,” Cassie scoffed, giving him an incredulous look.

“Well, now you owe me two nights, minimum,” Ethan said, feeling the euphoria of earlier start to fade.

“Put it on my tab,” Cassie shot back.

They stared at each other in annoyance, and then Cassie chuckled, much to Ethan’s chagrin. He wondered if he would ever understand her moods.

“I’m sorry, Ethan,” she wheezed, her laughter turning into a coughing fit. “I got carried away, too. Let’s just chalk this off to a serious error in judgment on my part.”

“Damn mistletoe,” Ethan grumbled, rolling his eyes when she giggled.

“Mistletoe really does put you in a bad mood, huh?” she teased, framing his face between her hands. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’m going to head up to the roof and let the frigid air take care of the rest.”

Cassie stretched on her toes and kissed the corner of his lips. “See you tonight, handsome.”

Ethan kept his eyes locked on Cassie as she ducked into the stairwell. He started to turn away when he saw the forgotten mistletoe on the floor. He bent down to pick it up and stared at the innocuous-looking plant.

Without another thought, he slipped it inside his pant pockets and grinned wickedly. It might just come in handy again tonight.

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[fyeahiwatarikei]

Belledonna and the inspector's wife

Flower Language Writing Prompts

Belladonna ◦ A confession given without words

“Listen…”

She pressed a tissue against her lip, removing invisible sauce from what remained of the heavy lipstick, and folded it back into her pocket, before shutting the small, now empty cardboard box back into its original shape.

“You bring me to museums, we go to fancy places, we eat fancy food… Don’t get me wrong: it’s fun! But in the end, it’s not really what I am. Do you understand?”

A corner of Kei’s lips turned into a slightly mocking smile. Had she taken his refusal to have takeout that badly? Sometimes in the life of a man, hunger simply didn’t manifest.

“You know what you need, Hiwatari? A cute girl, slightly younger than you; the type who’d like shiny jewellery and would cling to your arm when you go see all these persons you go see. Listen…” She gently tapped his shoulder in an almost soothing gesture. “I’m an old woman. I’m not what you need, okay?”

A cute girl…? This had never been an option. Kei had sometimes wondered if his job would require him to marry someone, but years had passed without any pressing question, his secretive behaviour probably defusing any curiosity.

Saehara Ayane couldn’t guess his true feelings and, to be fair, chances were that she wouldn’t care either way. He couldn’t blame her, but a few corrections were becoming necessary.

He closed the distance between them, sitting where he could easily catch the box from her hands to put it on the side where it wouldn’t bother – but still far enough to not touch her leg. Passersby paid them no mind, thankfully. The moment would have been absolutely disastrous for someone he knew to approach and greet him.

“Saehara-san, I am not spending evenings with you because I need you, and even less because I need company for my “fancy” activities, like you said. All I’m offering is time.”

“I know, I know!” She waved in the air, brushing the arguments off. Her hands often gestured like this, for a mysterious reason. “But I’m not too much into reading, attending exhibits and looking at fireworks from afar. I’m not like you.”

That was absolutely certain. She was a mischievous delight of energy and free will, to the point this serious rejection almost seemed out of character. He couldn’t imagine the amount of control and politeness she was summoning to avoid any word like “boring”, “snob” or “I’m a married woman and you’re honestly not that hot.”

As much as she couldn’t imagine how her arguments failed to move him. She didn’t enjoy art? He’d recover.

“I don’t want someone like me, Saehara-san.”

His hand found hers, fingers closed around it, and her severe expression trembled, this time troubled.

“I want someone who interests me, you see?”

Faded lipstick almost parted to say something, but silence went on as he lifted her hand to his lips and left a single, short kiss somewhere between the index and middle finger. The air of this february evening had turned them cold; letting them go would have been cruel.

Thus, he gathered her hands together between his, where they could remain warm, cosy and, hopefully, cherished.

“You’re a fool,” she finally gasped. Yet her cheeks had turned crimson.

[k1sstaegi]

Valentine's Day

pairing: Taehyung x reader (Female)

word Count: 4.5k

genre: smut

prompt I used: here #3

a/n: After about a week of having Tumblr and doing some researching and studying how to write a fanfic/smut, I have finally decided to give in and write something. This is all very new to me since I've never really written like this before but hopefully, it's not that unpleasing to you readers and other authors.

Criticism is accepted, just don't be too harsh, I'm sensitive. Oh, and Happy Valentine’s Day!(If you see any errors, no you didn’t)

~Author nim

“Perfect” admiring your figure in the mirror that stands in your room. You tug at the mesh sleeves of your pearly white dobby bardot top and adjust your plaid light pink m-slit hem skirt

Your top revealing the skin of your midsection, showing nothing but your bare chest, shoulders and arms as the sleeves were sheer. Your skirt prevailing just above your knee, wrapping tightly around your thighs and ass, emphasizing your full figure.

Spritzing some of your favourite perfume on your wrist and collarbone. Now ready for the party that was being held at one of your boyfriend's mutual friend's house.

You were more than delighted to spend Valentines' Day on an occasion such as this one, especially having the benefit to dress up not only for yourself but also for your boyfriend, Taehyung.

Taehyung loves seeing you all attired and happy. He would constantly tell you how gorgeous you look and how he can't take his eyes off you as his hands explored every inch of your body, but you weren't certain how he would react to your outfit, due to being in a public area.

Today, being the second Valentine's you have spent with him, you wanted it to be momentous but you began to doubt your expectations, the reason being Taehyung had been occupied all day, this party, being the first time you've seen him since this morning.

You couldn't wait to see his boxy smile that made your heart tremor, the feeling of his arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you, pulling away momentarily to plant a kiss on his favourite physical feature of you. Perhaps your forehead? cheek? Your lips, trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck.

Lightly nipping on the spots that made you fight to stay quiet, leaving a trail of wet dark hickies wherever his sweet lips made contact to your lush skin for everyone to know who you belong to, that you’re taken by him, and only him.

Reaching for your phone before dialling Taehyung’s number as he advised you to do before leaving to the party, sat at the edge of your bed, legs crossed as your skirt rises your thighs, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to answer the phone.

“Hello princess” hearing his hoarse voice clearly through the phone, although the noise in the background is overbearing, makes your lips unconsciously curve into a smile. The way the pet name rolls effortlessly off his tongue makes it harder for you to maintain your lewd thoughts.

“Hi baby, how’s the party so far?” you ask, standing from your bed, gathering your belongings before walking outside to your boyfriend’s car that stayed parked in front of your house from the night before. “are you enjoying it?”

His voice now coming from the speakers of his car as you began driving to the location to where he is, “Yeah, but it would be better if you were here. Are you on your way?”

“Yes, I'm driving there right now” with a smile, you respond, ever-so-slightly applying pressure to the gas aiming to see Taehyung. Imagining his smile when he sees you, his hands gripping around your waist to pull you in closer into his embrace, his eyes looking down on you with complete admiration in them. Your thoughts filling your head before Taehyung speaks, pulling you out of your mind-made fantasy only to put you in a new one.

“I can't wait to see what my sweet princess is wearing,” He says, his voice sounding more seductive, resulting in your breath catching in your throat. Your eyebrows furrow together as you bite your bottom lip, but it's what Taehyung said next that rendered your body to shiver and your walls clench on nothing but the thought of him, “I can't wait to rip it off either”

Struggling to focus on the road, squeezing your thighs together to the thought of Taehyung being between them, eating you out or his fingers thrusting deep into you.

You squirm slightly in the seat as your pussy grows wetter to the replaying sound of Taehyungs’ deep voice as he praises you for taking his fingers so well as if they were meant to be pumping in and out of your swollen soaked pussy. His lips, placing kisses on your inner thighs making you crave his touch more as he trails his lips closer to your center, teasing you.

Gently placing a kiss on your clit before wrapping his lips around it, sucking on it, making you grab onto whatever was around you. You try holding back moans as Taehyungs hand finds his way to your breast, cupping it in his warm hands, placing your hand over his and moving it as he adjusts his two fingers around your sensitive nipple, lightly pinching it.

Feeling Tae’s moans against your clit, sending vibrations that rush pleasure through you comes to though making you bite your lip harder, almost hard enough to draw blood.

Hearing his low voice as he says all the stimulating things he wants to do to you which soon turns to the sound of his laugh, bringing you back, once again, from your lewd fantasies “Are you even listening?”

“What?” you say, realizing Taehyung had been talking to you this whole time while you were fantasizing about his tongue doing wonders on your clit. Feeling the need to apologize, “Sorry baby”

Letting out a soft laugh, using that sweet yet intense voice that always made your body weak “It's okay, just get over here so I can see you. I'm getting impatient over here.”

With that, you end the call and continued your way to the party.

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Stepping inside, you got the sudden whiff of alcohol. It wasn’t bothersome, the alcohol smell was fruity and sweet. You walk around, your eyes searching everywhere to find Taehyung only to meet eyes with people you had no notice to, but soon meeting eyes with the person you've been meaning to find.

Smiling at the sight of your boyfriend leaning against a counter with a glass in one hand. You walk over and tap him on his shoulder.

He turns in your direction, eyes widened at the sight of you, mainly what you are wearing. Smiling innocently, you lift yourself onto your toes leaving a chaste kiss on his lips resulting in him kissing back. Placing his hands around your waist to pull you closer as you felt his toned body complex press against your smaller less toned body. “Baby, what are you wearing?”

His questioning makes you pout, guessing that he didn't like the way you outfitted yourself tonight. “You don't like my outfit?” You ask worryingly, looking down at your skirt, wondering if it didn't suit Taehyung’s liking, or maybe it was the mesh top that didn't seem appealing to him. He places his warm hands on your cheeks, cupping your face and looking deeply into his eyes.

“Trust me, I love it” his once sweet eyes, now filled with darkness and lust as he hazily smirks down at you, “But did you have to wear something so...tight and revealing?” He asks.

You could tell, Taehyung did enjoy your outfit but the thought that lingered in the back of his mind he knew others would too. Every guy that you’d walk past would try and catch a glimpse of your body, and that enrages Taehyung, thinking someone would ever look at you in the way that he did. Lustfully.

He hated the thought of someone thinking of you, staring at you, even daring to touch you when you are at your weakest. He wanted you all to himself, by his side, in his arms, and on top of him.

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s go somewhere where there are fewer people.” Pulling you by the hand and taking you into the emptied kitchen, Taehyung stands closely in front of you as you look up into his eyes, confusion written all on your face. “Listen, princess, I love your outfit it's so beautiful on you that I can't help but stare, but I also don't want other guys to do the same. You don't mind covering up, do you?”

You watch as Taehyung waits for you to say something along the lines of ‘yes baby, I'll cover up’ and those words were in your head waiting to communicate through your lips, but what came out was not what either of you expected. “Yes,” you say firmly.

Taehyung was always, and still is, the dominant one in your relationship, he always made the calls. You have some calls but it was primarily Taehyung who controlled you, punished you if you wouldn't listen, make sure that you knew who you belong to, fuck you till your crying out his name for everyone to hear how good he makes you feel and how well you take him.

He wants everyone to know and understand that you are his good little slut.

Taehyungs cocks an eyebrow up before letting out a soft laugh, “I won't ask again, cover-up” Taehyung says showing signs of irritation in his voice as his grip on your wrist tightens causing you to glance down at your hands for a brief moment before looking back up into Taehyungs eyes.

“Why? Because all you really want is to bend me over the counter and-”

Not even a moment to finish your sentence, Taehyung turns you, bending you over the counter with his body pushing against yours, taking you by surprise. His previous hand holding your arm behind your back and his free hand gripping tightly onto your ass making you whine.

Leaning more onto your body to where you could feel his warm intoxicated breath on your neck made your skin shiver. You just thought of him pulling down your skirt, moving your already soaked panties to the side and running his finger down your needy core as too begged him for more only to get punished even more.

, god you were a mess right now.

“Don't temp me y/n. I might just fuck you right here, right now, for everyone to see if that's what you came here for.” his voice serious and demanding, which only makes you want to fuck him more.

He runs his hands from your thigh, sliding up your back, reaching your scalp, running his finger through your hair and pulling on it resulting in a delicate moan to slip through your lips.

The slight stinging pain makes you wetter than you already are if that was even possible. Taehyung turns you to face him, having you pushed against the counter with his thigh between your legs making you sip in air which caught Taehyung’s attention.

He shoots a confused look before looking down at your thighs wrapped around his leg before pushing his thigh into you making yet another moan escape from your mouth. You place your hands on his chest, gripping onto the fabric of his black dress coated and leaning your head into his chest as he continues to rub his thigh against you, sending pleasure throughout your whole body and it aroused Tae as well.

Seeing you struggle to stay quiet, denying the obvious pleasure you were receiving, seeing you squirm under him desperately needing him to touch you, kiss you, punish you. anything.

“Looks like my little princess missed me,” Taehyung says cockily before removing his thigh from between your legs and adjusting your skirt. You glance up at him with a pout, crossing your arms, wishing he wouldn’t have stopped.

He lets out a soft laugh before briefly placing his lips on yours and taking hold of your hand and leading you into the room full of smiling drunk dancing people. Sitting down on the long black leather sofa that was positioned in the middle of the room, Taehyung sits down jerking you onto his lap.

Although the room was unbearably loud, his voice was still heard over anything. It made you weak. The one word driving you crazy enough to just take off all his clothes right now and go down on him, but you managed to contain yourself.

Taking in a deep breath and letting it go before feeling his arm tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him to where you could feel his lips graze again your ear and his warm breath roll down your neck as he says the one word that you try to obey.

“behave”

Spending most of your time at the party sitting on Taehyung’s lap, you try to keep yourself from the lewd thoughts that filled your head.

“Baby, I'm going to go get a drink,” You tell Taehyung, his grip around your waist loosens and he nods, allowing you to get up from his lap, walking over to the bar.

You pour champagne into a glass and pour it down your throat, hoping it would help with your nerves. You look over to Taehyung’s direction to see him sweetly watching over you, flashing you a cute smile.

Although, all you could think about was Tae’s hands gently wrapped around your throat, pinning you down, teasing you with his tip, skimming it between your folds and barely pushing into your slit. Telling you how beautiful you look miserable for his cock to be deep inside you, your mind going fuzzy just at the thought of him. You couldn't help but feel the warmth from his smile.

You continued taking sips of your drink, unexpectedly feeling hands snake around your waist making you jump. You turn your head to see Taehyung, which calms you down. “Sorry Princess, I didn’t mean to scare you. Enjoying that drink, aren’t you?” Taehyung says into your ear, his deep voice sending chills down your spine.

You nod in response before feeling Taehyung gently press himself against you causing you to silently gasp. “You looked so beautiful from where I was sitting; I couldn’t help but come up here and see you from up close” He admits, his lips gently touching your skin, placing wet kisses on your shoulder as he grinds himself against you, letting a soft moan slip from your lips.

“fuck~” He groans digging his fingers digging into your sides, his now hard erection poking you from behind. His hands sliding down to your skirt, suddenly squeezing your ass making you squeeze your eyes shut, leaning down to your ear and saying the words that lured you.

“Bathroom. 5 minutes,” He says before walking away in the direction of the bathroom.

As told, you wait 5 minutes before exploring your way upstairs where there were no people. You look around finding a closed-door, assuming it was the bathroom, slowly turn the knob, the door swings open and you are pulled by strong arms wrapping around your waist into the dimmed lit room. The door shuts and you withstand the cool exterior of the door get pushed against your back.

“Finally” Taehyung growls. Connecting his lips to yours, gliding his tongue across your bottom lip before taking it between his teeth, gently biting it.

His hands travel from your waist to your ass, pulling you closer against him, feeling his erection rub against your inner thigh making you moan into the kiss. You craved for this moment all night long, and Taehyung craved it just as much as you did.

He couldn't wait to hear the pretty little moans escape from your lips only caused by him. You place your hands on his shoulder, sliding them onto his chest before pulling him in closer. Your hands find their way down Taehyung’s body, reaching his erection, palming him through his black dress pants causing him to grunt and thrust towards you.

Proceeding to palm him, you feel a grip on your wrist pulling your hand away from him and placing it on his chest. “Nu’uh,” He says, his lips curving into a smirk before gently leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and to your collarbone.

He kisses down your chest, leaving a line of faint hickies. He slowly moves his hand under your top, placing his palm over your breast, massaging it gently making you whining mess.

He pulls away, pressing your forehead together, both panting for air as he moves his hand to life your skirt, revealing the cute pink lace panties that you wore, Taehyung chuckles. “These are so adorable princess. What a shame that they're ruined” He teases, running his hand over your mound with a smirk. You look up into his lust-filled eyes as he continues rubbing you through your lace panties letting a line of curse words leaves your lips “ah~ fuck”

Tae slides your panties to the slide, allowing his finger to glide through your soaking core, “I barely touched you and your already this wet for me? Hm?” He taunts, teasing your clit as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into the crook of your neck. “fuck- you’re so good” He praises you.

Slowly slipping one of his fingers in you, causing you to let out a moan. He gently grabs your chin making direct eye contact before kissing you to muffle your moans. “Stay quiet for me” You bite your lip trying to contain your moans like Taehyung asked for as he resumes to push his fingers in and out of you “Good girl” He praises, adding another finger making it harder for you to stay silent.

Speeding his actions makes you dig your fingers into him, making the tips of them white from how hard they were digging into Taehyung. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck as his fingers do wonders inside of you. “You’re going so good, baby” still pushing his fingers deep in you as you trying to keep quiet, he curls his fingers hitting a sweet spot in you making you whimper. Almost reaching your high, your walls clench around Taehyung’s finger making him groan as he speeds up his actions to help you reach your high.

“T-Taehyung oh- fuck” You stutter on your words, slight tears building up in your eyes and your walls clench around him again before releasing onto his fingers, drenching them in your juices.

Taehyung removes his fingers, placing them over your lips. “Suck”

You open your mouth and wrap your lips around Tae’s two fingers, sucking them clean as he watches you admiringly with soft eyes, but behind them, you can see dark desire shining through.

He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of your mouth, wiping your tears with his free hand before smiling sweetly down at you. “You shouldn’t look this cute as you do right now, sucking your juices clean from my fingers,” Taehyung whispers, still moving his fingers in and out of your mouth. You hum, sending vibrations to his fingers as he removes them to fix you. “How about we go home?”

You smile at him before he takes you hand in hand, leaving the upstairs bathroom as if he didn't just finger fuck your swollen pussy and made his way to his parked car outside.

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Now in Taehyung’s bathroom, changing out of your current clothes to throw on your hoodie, well, Taehyung’s hoodie that you snatched it from his clothes and took it for yourself. Your clothes in your hand, you walk out the bathroom to see your relaxed boyfriend laid across his bed watching the T.V.

You place your clothes on his draw before walking over to pull the covers off of him to straddle in his lap, resting your head in the crook of his neck. Taehyung wraps his arm around your waist using his free arm to pull the blankets over the both of you. He places his hands under your hoodie placing his warm hand on your back, running his hands up and down. “Did you enjoy tonight princess?” Softly, he asks

You nod your head, not removing your face from his neck. “Yes”

Taehyung’s chest surges up and down as he lets out a sigh, cuddling you tighter. “I know I've already said this, but you looked so beautiful tonight.” He says, placing a kiss behind your ear followed by another on your cheek.

He places his hands on your waist, pulling you to sit up on his lap and make eye contact. “I couldn't stop thinking how after the party, I��d bring you right here and strip every little piece of clothing that covered you. Kiss every inch of your body before pinning you down on this bed and-” He cuts his words short, cupping your warm face before pulling you closer to his, feeling his warm breath hit your lips. “How about I show you what I’d do,” He says, kissing you gently.

He lifts your hoodie, revealing you in nothing but your already ruined new pair of panties. His lips making contact with your skin leaving a wet trail of kisses followed by soft bites down the middle of your chest, soon wrapping his lips around your nipple, caressing your breast.

“Mh~” you whimper placing your hands on Tae’s shoulder slightly pushing him back on him. He removes his lips from you, letting the hoodie fall over you and gently places your face in his hands and asks if you were okay.

You nod, nipping your bottom lip “I want to skip this part” you say softly, not being patient enough for foreplay. You just wanted to feel his touch, his hands gripping onto your waist as he thrusts into you making you a mess under him.

Taehyung lets out a soft chuckle “You want to skip this part?” He asks sweetly. Soon changing the tone of his voice from sweet to demanding. “Then suck me off first,”

Your eyes grew at his duality. His voice provoking you. You smile before maneuvering between his legs seeing the tent in his black boxers.

You lick the droll from your lips before palming Taehyung’s erection making him hiss at your action. You began to kiss him through the material of his boxer, squirming from around underneath you. You smile to yourself at the thought of Taehyung not being able to control himself when it comes to you. Your slightest touch made him go crazy and you both loved it.

You proceed by pulling Tae’s boxers down, just enough for his erection to spring up. You stroke your hand along Tae, taking him in your hand and seeing his sensitive tip glistening from his precum. You trail your tongue from his base to his tip, wrapping your lips around him and licking clean his dripping precum, swirling your tongue around him.

“fuck y/n~ don’t tease” He growls, tossing his head back. You listen to him and push your head down, taking in as much of him as you can. “Oh~ good girl”

You pump him in and out of your mouth. He runs his fingers through your hair, grabbing it making you moan, sending vibrations through his cock making him thrust into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. “Mhm~ you’re so good for me baby” He manages, his eyes shut tight from pleasure. You feel a slight twitch in your mouth as Taehyung lets out a breathy growl before pulling you away from him. You look at him, out of breath and confused, drool dripping down from the corners of your mouth onto your chin.

Grabbing your chin and slowly pulling you towards him, your faces just centimetres away. “If I’m going to cum, it’s going to be inside you,” He says deeply before turning you, laying on your back has his body hovers over you.

Attaching his lips to yours, licking your bottom lip before sliding his tongue between your lips, biting your lip letting a moan slip between them. Removing his lips from yours, a line of saliva connecting you. Taehyung leaves a few kisses on your neck before lifting your hoodie, tugging at your panties. You slightly lift yourself, making it manageable for Tae to jerk your panties down along your leg and toss them somewhere across the room.

He strokes his hand up and down his silken cock before tormenting you with his tip, sliding it between your soaked folds as your tightness clenches around nothing. “T-Taehyung~” you let out in a moan.

“Does my baby want my cock inside her?” Taehyung taunts, barely pushing his tip inside you, leaving a line of moan and curses leaving your lips.

You bite your lip, nodding in response. “words baby, use them” Taehyung speaks.

“yes~”

A grimace showed on Taehyung’s face before he thrusts in you without warning, you scream more than a moan from the unbelievable pleasure.

Taehyung begins to slowly fuck you, sliding his thick cock in and out of your tight walls. He looks down at you, your face full of pleasure and to the side. He loves being able to fuck you and seeing your body tremble under his touch. He stares at you admirably as he shoves himself inside your soaking tightness. He smiles to himself seeing how ruined you looked in his hoodie, droll slipping from your lips and mouth dropped open to let your moans escape and fill the room.

“Look at me,” He grunts, grabbing your face to make eye contact. You look at him teary-eyed. “I want to see how good I make you feel when I fuck you”

You feel yourself reaching closer to your high, doing as Taehyung and keep your eyes on him and him only. Taehyung thursts himself harder into you hitting the spot that made your body shake and your hands gripping on tightly to the bedsheets. “Ah~ fuck Tae!” you moan, earning a smirk from Taehyung.

Your fingers dig into the sheet of the mattress, pulling them closer to you. “T-Tae I'm gonna~ oh f-fuck~,” you say, not being able to finish a sentence properly without it being interrupted by moans and curse words.

“Hold it in for me baby. Can you do that? Can you hold it in for me, please” Tae pleads, his thrusts getting harder and sloppier as he tries to reach his high.

You whimper trying to hold yourself for Tae as his thrusts get sloppy by the second. “Shit~” Taehyung growls, digging his face into the crook of your neck. You could hear his faint growls and feel his warm breath hit your flush skin.

Moans, whimpers, whines, and grunts leave both your lips and Taehyung as you get overstimulated waiting for his high.

“Cum baby” He growls lowly into your ear. Your tightness clenches around his cock as you cum all over him followed by a loud cry. He thursts aggressively in you, holding his cock in position before filling you with a string of cum.

Both of you catch your breaths as Taehyung leaves sweet slow kisses, different from the ones before, on your neck and finding his way to your lips, gently kissing them. He slowly pulls out of you and lies down next to you, pulling you closer into his chest.

“I never got the chance to say this,” He says softly against your ear

“What is it?”

“Happy Valentines Day”

[crispy-chan]

slip n slide | han jisung

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♥ pairing: han jisung x gn! reader 

♥ genre: fluff, valentine's day special, drabble (1k)

♥ warnings: none

♥ a/n: so...this is my first time writing something so short. I tried to make it gn but if I slipped up, please let me know. Enjoy <3

ps: this was written for the @newskynet​ Valentine's Day special event. the prompts I used were: 20. “Babe.” / “Since when do you call me babe?” and 25. “I love you.”

“Come on Jisung, slow down,” you shouted at your boyfriend who was running a few steps ahead of you, laughing like a maniac as you tried to catch up to him.

“You'll have to catch me, sweetheart,” he sing songed.

“But it's really slippery,” you whined, “I could slip and break something.”

“You're not that clumsy, are you?”

Speak of the devil. Just as he said that you could feel yourself lose your footing as your right foot slid across the frosty surface.

“Aaaahhh,” you screeched, closing your eyes and preparing for the inevitable fall. 

But it never came.

You slowly opened your eyes to see Jisung grinning from ear to ear at your confused expression.

Seems like he managed to catch you just in time, his hands steady around your waist as he kept you from falling flat on your butt. You felt your cheeks heat up at the whole ordeal. Why were you such a damn klutz?

“I caught you just in time, what would you do without me sugar?” he smirked, smugness lacing his tone.

“Oh shut up,” you retorted, swatting his face away as you finally steadied yourself on your feet. You took a few shaky steps before finally regaining your balance, patting him on the head and yelling: “tag, you're it.”

You ran as fast as you could leaving your confused boyfriend in the dust. You maneuvered through all the other couples, trying to avoid bumping into anyone and ruining their date. You see - with the current situation, you weren't the only ones who decided to celebrate valentine's day in the park. All the restaurants, cinemas, and other establishments were closed, so you had to find other ways to enjoy yourselves.

You two had agreed to meet in the park after lunch and just mess around and have fun.

About five minutes have passed in the meantime, and you were starting to wonder, where was Jisung and why he hasn't caught up with you yet. You were about to turn around and go look for him but a sudden noise near you, coupled with hands on your shoulders made you freeze in your spot.

You yelped in surprise but quickly calmed down after seeing who it was.

“Jisung!” you scolded, “don't do this to me you meanie.”

The pout on your face made him coo as he slung his arm around your shoulder, moving in the direction of the hot chocolate stand.

“And you're a cutie. C'mon, let's go get something warm.”

You could feel yourself heat up again. And it definitely wasn't because of the chilly weather. You wordlessly followed him, contemplating on how did you even manage to get such a loving boy as a boyfriend. 

You had lucked out in the love department, that was for sure.

As you two walked down the path in hopes of getting a warm drink, Jisung kept joking around throwing in some compliments here and there. You felt your heart skip a beat every single time, still not used to his treatment. 

“What's wrong Y/N? Everything ok?”

“Yeah, I'm just happy,” you smiled, taking his palm in yours fondly.

It was his turn to blush now, he quickly turned to face the side, waiting for the redness on his cheeks to subside.

“Oohh,” you teased, “got a taste of your own medicine, haven't we.”

“Yes,” the agreement came surprisingly quickly, “but I still haven't shown you what I'm capable of.”

Laughing at your confused state, he placed his hands under your body and swiped you off your feet.

“Sung!” you screeched, in annoyance and delight alike as he ran down the park, scaring all the couples away and making them involuntarily clear the way for you.

“Put me down. Right now!” you ordered but the will to fight left your body a long time ago.

“Just a second babe, we're almost there.”

“Hey! Since when do you call me babe?” you questioned, quirking your eyebrow.

“Since now babe. Look, there's the hot chocolate stand. Quick, before there'll be a line,” he ushered you towards the booth.

You tried to go there but two older men stood your way. It seemed like trouble, Jisung seemingly thought so too as he pushed you behind him, acting as a shield.

“What do you want? Why won't you let us through?” he barked.

“Oh sorry, we just wanted to ask if you were interested in getting professional photographs done...they're two dollars each. You know - since it's Valentine's and all.”

The two of you looked at each other surprised, not expecting to be asked something like that. “D-do you want to get them?” Jisung asked you.

“Umm, sure...I guess.”

“Okay,” he shrugged, clasping your hand and walking over to where the two photographers went.

“Stand in this circle,” one of them instructed, pointing at the fading circle drawn with a piece of chalk. The other one in the meantime prepared the camera, pointing it at the two of you as he readied for the “photo shoot”.

“Now do a funny pose.”

You stood there awkwardly, not knowing how you should pose but thankfully, Jisung wasn't one to shy away from PDA.

He initiated many different poses, ranging from holding you bridal style, making funny faces, and even kissing your cheek on the last one.

You almost combusted from the embarrassment, Jisung seemingly not minding all the poses he just did, perfectly unbothered like always.

“Thank you very much,” he smiled, handing them a crisp banknote.

“Come on babe, let's get the hot chocolate.”

“Coming,” you ran after him, only to enfulg him in a bear hug much to his surprise.

“I love you Jisung,” you muttered shyly.

“Oh, babe...I love you too, I was kind of hoping to say it first today,” he admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Doesn't matter who said it first.”

“Well, I'll at least say it more times. I love you,” he groaned into the embrace.

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[apartofmeinnewyork]

baby, just say yes

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 3,324

Warning: fluff!! pure feelings, inaccurate depiction of middle-age relationships.

Summary: inspired by taylor swift's "love story" and a bit of bridgerton. james barnes was the son of your father's rival. what happens when two star-crossed lovers fell in love? will their love conquer their families' bad blood?

a/n: in honour of taylor releasing re-recorded version of love story, i wanted to write something inspired by it because i'm a sucker for fairytales (HA!) i wanted to post this on valentine's day but it turned out to be longer than i planned. also, bridgerton might have influenced some of my writing. so enjoy! reblogs and comments are always appreciated. :)

The party was in full swing as the music enlivened the masquerade revellers in ball gowns and fancy suits. You stepped into the party in your best dress with your hair half pinned up in braids. You wore your fulgent jewellery proudly, not caring what anyone thought of your confidence. As the daughter of an aristocratic family, you never once had to worry about fortune or popularity. Your father was a powerful man and everyone knew and worshipped the ground you walked on. But really, you were smart enough to know that these people were merely a bunch of bootlickers. They wished to get close to you for your wealth and repute.

The ball that was held by your father bored you. You never really liked any of his associates. You were a naturally an introvert, you preferred to be alone in your room and read books or be with your dog. However, keeping up a good appearance, well your father’s appearance, was necessary to maintain the family’s name. So you had no choice but to get up, get ready and show your face. You greeted one of your cousins, Bella, who had come all the way from France. She looked dazzling as always. She hoped to meet a rich husband in one of these balls, but none of them had been captivated by her enough to get down on one knee. Somehow, they always turned their heads to you even when you never displayed any interest in marrying any time soon. People were chatting, laughing and drinking left and right, some were on the hunt for a match. A few men had come up to you and asked for a dance, you always came up with a reason to dodge them. So you ran to the nearest table to get a glass of champagne. A bit of alcohol could soothe your nerves. And then, as if the world stopped moving and time froze. A man with short dark hair and navy blue velvet suit made an entrance to the ball. He folded his hands behind him and his walk displayed confidence and power. You couldn't see his entire face for he was wearing a mask but even with only half of his face was shown, you could already tell how handsome he was. The scruff on his lower face added to his sex appeal and there was a mysterious way about him. He walked further into the ball until his eyes found yours, and it was like the butterflies in your stomach had been possessed. He boldly made his way towards you until you were standing face to face. You could make out his features more clearly now from this proximity. You couldn't help but instantly noticed his eyes; how translucent it was, not only in the colour but also the way it spoke to your soul wordlessly. And the blue in them made you think that God created him and inspired the ocean to seize the colour. And his smell was intoxicating. He had a masculine scent to him, filling up your thoughts with obscene scenarios. It piqued your curiosity about the man behind the mask. You were a respected woman despite your age. Not only because of your family’s power but also because you carved out your image as this ‘untouchable, implausible’ lady to any man. It would take a true magnetic man to charm you and so far, you haven't crossed paths with one yet…. Until tonight. He broke the silence first by greeting you, “hello there, milady. Quite a warm night, isn’t it?” Oh, how his voice was making you feel things you’d never felt before. Is this what love at first sight felt like? “Yes, milord. It truly is.” You replied in a calm manner despite the hurricane inside you. The orchestras began playing a lively tune, inviting men and women to pair up and dance. He held out his hand for you, “may I have this dance, milady?” He led you to the centre of the ballroom. He stood in line with other men facing their partners. They bowed their heads and so did you with other women. They held out their hands for their partners to take and began putting their hands on their partners’ shoulders and waists. You held your breath as he laid his hand on your skin, closing the distance between the two of you. He began to take the lead as your feet were moving in sync, trying not to step on him. You had taken dancing classes before but you almost never danced in the ballroom, so you were a little nervous about forgetting the lessons you had learned in front of this beautiful man. “I never caught your name, milady.” “I never caught yours either.” You snarked. “I asked you first, milady,” the smirk on his face showed his amusement. You chuckled, “My name’s y/n.” “Such a lovely name for a lovely lady.” “Oh, please. Cut the coquetry, milord. Plenty of men have told me that before.” “Oh, have they?” The choreography made you switch partners and you danced with this stranger. He looked delighted to have a chance with you but you merely smiled p