#estrelinha

[o-que-habita-em-mim]

Tu és apenas mais um entre aqueles que tocaram o céu.

[indesejavelmeente]

Hoje bateu saudade de você, doeu um pouco pois já me conformei. Eu acho. Eu só queria conseguir ouvir sua voz mais uma vez.

[arquivosdecorte]

Arquivo Brilha Brilha Estrelinha Studio e Pdf

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[lemonlover1110]

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Megumi receives a lot of gifts from Santa.

Warnings: Fluff

*Merry Christmas my loves, and happy holidays🫶 got a new game so don't expect a lot from me. also don't read too much into this, just enjoy the drabble!

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Christmas morning, the most exciting morning of the year. Little Megumi is too excited to see what Santa has left for him under the Christmas tree. His birthday just passed, but that day isn’t as exciting as Christmas morning. One present is nothing compared to a mountain of gifts.

“Santa came!” Megumi barges into your bedroom, waking you and Toji first thing in the morning. Toji complains, mad that his slumber is interrupted for nothing. You, on the other hand, are as excited as Megumi. You can’t wait to see his reaction to the gifts that Santa brought for him. 

You drag Toji out in your matching pajamas, while the man complains about being exhausted. He had to keep an eye on Megumi last night, he wanted to make sure that the child wasn’t trying to catch Santa Claus at the wrong moment. 

“Can’t he wait a minute?” Toji complains, but neither of you listen to the old man. The exhaustion quickly goes away when he sees all the gifts under the tree– That’s all his money. But he won’t jump to conclusions yet… Maybe it’s just some cheap gifts, nothing to worry about.

You two take a seat on the couch as Megumi runs to get his gifts.

“What does that read, Megumi?” You ask him before Megumi tears the wrapping paper to shreds. 

“To Megumi, from mom and dad.” Megumi reads, and Toji’s eyebrows perk up. Megumi opens the gift to find a jacket, nothing too fun for the little guy who tosses it to the side.

“Hey! Let me see that!” Toji yells, and Megumi pouts as he grabs the jacket and hands it back to his father. Toji snatches it out of the child’s hands, telling him, “You could be a little more grateful.”

“Thank you.” Megumi dryly responds, as Toji reads the brand of the jacket. Like hell the gift was from the two of you, Toji is just seeing this exists.

“Expensive brand.” Toji’s eyes narrow before looking at you. You kiss his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder, a trick that always works to help him calm down.

“He’ll wear it a lot.” You respond, and Toji sighs. He guesses you’re right. Toji just hopes that not everything under that tree is as expensive.

“Santa got me a Nintendo Switch!” Megumi exclaims not even a minute later, and Toji’s hand goes over his heart. Oh, this is it. This is what’ll kill him.

“Santa?” Toji responds, slowly turning his head to look at you. You’re smirking, guilty as charged. To add more salt to the wound, Megumi yells,

“And some games!”

Toji had nearly forgotten that he hated this holiday– By the time he’ll financially recover, Christmas will roll around again.

[tortureddarkstar]

✩ WHITE XMAS

IM DREAMING OF A WHITE CHRISTMAS / / JUST LIKE THE ONES I USED TO KNOW

DEAN WINCHESTER X ANGEL!READER

MINORS DNI.

✩ BACK TO… NOURA’S CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

summary: christmas in heaven was spectacular compared to earth, dean was determined to bring that beauty to the bunker

warnings: fluff!!!! kissing, littlest amount of angst

inspired by: white xmas- sabrina carpenter

dean winchester would watch you all day if he could. his pure-as-snow angel, spinning in the snow of the machine he’d procured for the holidays.

dean noticed you were extra quiet during the christmas season, you stared more often out the window and not at him, you spent more time outside and wandering around heavens gateways. when he asked castiel about this sudden change in behaviour, the answer was not one dean was prepared for.

“she mourns heaven. her time there, especially during this season.” he’d told the hunter, monotonous as ever, however his eyes told dean all he needed to know.

dean couldn’t let his angel, the purest light in his life not be happy during one of his favourite times of the year. so, he set out to make your first official christmas on earth and with the winchester’s the best ever.

he found a snow machine, got the biggest tree that could fit in the bunker and piled as many gifts that could fit underneath it. all to see that smile grace your face once again.

you got out of bed on christmas morning to a certain emptiness where dean would usually lay. you never slept, but noticed that dean slept better with you there, so for the better half of the year, you’d been ‘sleeping’ in his room.

“dean?” you called out, wandering out of deans room and into the maze-like hallway of the bunker. you had forgone pants during the night since the bunker was usually at a comfortable temperature, yet you felt a small shiver as you sought out your lover.

“in here, sweetheart!” he replied. it sounded as if he was near the foyer of the bunker, where you felt it was coldest.

“dean, the bunker isn’t usually this cold-“ you had cut yourself off to take in the sight before you- a flurry of what appeared to be snow, falling on top of probably the largest tree you’d seen in your millions of years. dean had decorated it with baubles and tinsel, white as the snow that fell around you both, but left the top empty.

“dean, what is this?” the smile he adored had returned to adorn your face, even brighter than ever as you twirled around, laughing and taking in the snowglobe he’d built for you.

“merry christmas, dove.” dean moved closer to you, one hand loose around your waist and the other cradling your face, bringing you in for a feather-light kiss.

“merry christmas, dean.” you beamed. you leaned back to feel him place a dove shaped tree-topper in your hand, as if your smile couldn’t get bigger.

to be loved, is to be seen. and dean saw you, feathers and all.

a/n: yay!! my christmas special is done!!! for someone who doesn’t even celebrate this was crazy lol. i just love the holiday season. anyway!!!! this was super fun, love you all lots

-n x

[estrelinha-s]

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 ♥︎ , 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

( ❀ 엘 ) 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝒫 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝒇𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 ℛ𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 く♥︎

[iamgonnagetyouback]

hi ivy!! for your autumn picnic could i request number 4. from sappy/ romantic with remus?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀────۶ৎ cinnamon and apples

synopsis: autumn at hogwarts is your favorite time of year but nothing compares to the warmth of remus lupin, especially when he’s kissing you slow and sweet, tasting like cinnamon and home content warnings: fluff, may cause excessive blushing and the urge to cuddle a certain werewolf author's note: thank you so much for the request, lily ♡

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᡣ𐭩 words.ᐟ 701

The air outside was crisp, tinged with that familiar autumnal scent of fallen leaves and wood smoke. The Hogwarts grounds were painted in hues of orange, gold, and red, and you found yourself nestled under a large oak tree, bundled in a cozy scarf, a steaming cup of spiced cider in your hands.

Remus sat beside you, his leg brushing against yours as he absentmindedly twirled a leaf between his fingers. The two of you had spent the entire afternoon out here, watching students rush by, their laughter carried on the cool breeze. It was peaceful, the kind of quiet that only autumn could bring, and you felt completely at ease with him.

"Are you cold?" Remus asked softly, his warm hazel eyes scanning your face.

You shook your head, taking another sip of your cider, the warmth spreading through you. "No, this is perfect."

He smiled that soft, crooked smile that always made your heart flutter. "Good."

You leaned your head on his shoulder, breathing in the scent of pine and parchment that clung to him. The soft rustling of the leaves overhead was soothing, and for a moment, you closed your eyes, content to just be here with him.

"I love autumn," you murmured, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

"It suits you," he replied quietly, his hand slipping into yours. "You're warm, like the season."

You smiled at the sweetness of his words, your heart skipping a beat. There was something so simple and pure about moments like this with Remus, as if the rest of the world faded away and it was just the two of you.

"You're too good with words, you know that?" you teased, nudging him slightly.

Remus chuckled, the sound low and comforting. "Only because I mean every one of them."

You felt the blush rise to your cheeks and took another sip of your cider to hide it. He always knew how to make you feel special, even in the simplest of moments.

As you set the cup down beside you, Remus shifted, turning to face you. His gaze softened, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek, tracing the coolness of your skin. You leaned into his touch, the warmth of his fingers a comforting contrast to the chilly air.

"You've got something…" he whispered, his hand brushing your lips.

"What? Where?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Cinnamon," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. "And apples."

Before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against yours. It was slow, sweet, and you melted into him instantly.

When he pulled away, his nose bumped gently against yours, and you couldn’t help but smile, your heart racing in the best possible way.

"You taste like cinnamon and apples," he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours as he spoke. "And I can’t get enough."

Your chest fluttered at his words, warmth blooming deep inside you. You grinned, leaning in for another soft kiss, your hands finding their way to the collar of his sweater, tugging him just a little closer.

"And you," you murmured between kisses, "taste like—"

"Like what?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours.

"Like… home," you finished, your voice soft and sincere.

Remus's breath hitched slightly, and you saw the way his eyes softened even more, his grip on you tightening just a little. He kissed you again, deeper this time, like he was trying to hold on to this moment for as long as possible.

When you finally pulled away, your lips tingled, and the world around you seemed to slow. The leaves rustled, the sky dimmed as the sun sank lower, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was him, and the way he made you feel so impossibly cherished.

"Home, huh?" he repeated with a grin, his thumb tracing circles on your hand.

"Yeah," you replied, nuzzling into his neck as you snuggled closer. "Like home."

And there, under the oak tree, wrapped in the colours of autumn and each other's warmth, you knew that as long as you had Remus, you'd always feel at home.

© iamgonnagetyouback ⋆.˚ please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work.

[beompercar]

⠀⠀⠀a⠀⠀winter ⠀⠀wonderland ⠀🛷 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🎄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a ⠀⠀⠀beompermas! ⠀⠀⠀

[typegirls]

─── 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ֪

📌 AVISOS: sub!julie, dom!leitora, elogios, face sitting, (quase) humiliation kink.

📌 masterlist

© all rights reserved by @yunazxxx

© tradução (pt/br) by @typegirls

Ela adora testar você quando vocês estão perto das outras meninas, para ver se você vai mesmo cumprir com todo o acordo de vocês sobre você ser dom.

Ela sempre ataca enquanto você está ocupada com a Natty, falando de música ou uma nova dança, quando você fazia ou dizia alguma coisa.

Julie não pensaria realmente nesse momento, "Oh, ela fará alguma coisa agora" até você ir até ela e sussurrar em seu ouvido, "Encontre algo seguro para fazer. Baby... Não quer se machucar, hum?"

Embora pareça que ela irá reclamar, ela realmente não faz! Surpreendentemente, ela é uma sub muito obediente, mas isso é graças ao seu fetiche por receber vários elogios.

Algo como "minha boa menina" ou algo parecido? Ah, é melhor acreditar que ela está se comportando muito bem para conseguir um desses elogios.

Ela adora sentar no seu rosto, claro, ela só quer fazer isso por um curto período de tempo, mas você segura as coxas dela e continua a comê-la enquanto ela sofre orgasmo, após orgasmo até desmaiar.

Durante o aftercare ela só quer abraços e beijos. Ela vai enterrar o rosto no seu pescoço, inalando seu cheiro, ela ficaria tão focada em quão bem você cheira, que logo acaba adormecendo, contente onde estava.

[cybertink]

˚　 　✵ 　 🎤 　꙳ 👑 ₎₎ ∘

[o-que-habita-em-mim]

E se, por uma vez, fosse ela o sol, ao redor do qual giram todas as coisas? Se, por uma vez, o mundo inteiro se curvasse não ao peso da gravidade, mas ao sopro do seu ser? Se, por um instante, os olhares fossem dela, não por curiosidade, mas por reverência? O que seria do universo se percebesse que o eixo sempre foi o seu coração pulsante?

[wolvesland]

─── 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 ֪

→ Ju Haknyeon x Leitora

→ Palavras: 4.2K

AVISOS: smut, sexo sem camisinha, linguagem explícita, masturbação, sexo oral, sugestão de cuidados posteriores.

📌 ps:. sempre use camisinha, se proteja, se cuide, é a sua saúde que está em jogo.

📌 masterlist

© all rights reserved by @yootaesowlwrites

© tradução (pt/br) by @wolvesland

Você e Haknyeon estavam em uma semana de férias, ambos precisavam de uma pausa rápida de suas vidas ocupadas, e antes que ele saísse em turnê, então ambos decidiram que seria melhor fazer uma pausa rápida, contando apenas para a empresa e para seus amigos e familiares mais próximos. Era fim de tarde e o sol estava começando a se pôr, as gigantescas janelas de vidro e a porta estavam voltadas para o oceano, e era possível ver o sol fluindo sobre as águas, enquanto ele também começava a entrar lentamente no quarto e a se mover para a cama, iluminando a bela pele de Haknyeon.

Vocês dois estavam deitados na cama gigantesca do quarto, com o braço dele embaixo de você, a mão dele em seu braço e o dedo dele desenhando círculos em sua pele, você estava aconchegada contra ele enquanto observava o sol se pôr e as cores do céu mudarem. Fazia anos que não se sentia tão relaxada e podia sentir o estresse e a tensão saindo lentamente do seu corpo. Haknyeon virou a cabeça para você, levou a mão ao seu queixo e levantou seu rosto para que você olhasse para ele. Os olhos castanhos dele a derreteram com a forma como o sol os realçou, parecendo praticamente dourados.

Seus lábios se tocam suave e rapidamente, o beijo foi breve, mas ele a puxa de volta para outro, você podia sentir os beijos rápidos e curtos cada vez mais necessitados e famintos. Enquanto ele a puxava para outro beijo, você pressionou a mão no peito dele, o parando e o fazendo olhar para você confuso.

— Hak... Você sabe que eu acredito em beijos longos, lentos, profundos, macios e molhados que duram três dias. – Você diz.

Você observa a confusão desaparecer dos olhos dele, e ele a aproxima mais uma vez, seus lábios mal se tocaram quando ele fez uma pausa.

— Estou bem ciente. – Ele murmura antes de beijá-la profunda e suavemente.

A mão dele se move de baixo do seu queixo até a mandíbula para segurá-la e mantê-la no lugar, o beijo se torna mais longo e você pode sentir os lábios dele se movendo lentamente com os seus. Você separa os lábios quando sente a língua dele deslizar sobre eles e permite que ele tenha acesso à sua boca. O ar ao redor de vocês mudou lentamente para uma sensação mais pesada e quente, a mão dele na sua mandíbula se moveu lentamente para baixo antes que você o sentisse acariciar seus seios através da camiseta que você usava, que era a camiseta dele que você havia vestido antes.

A mão dele passou lentamente sobre o seu seio, e o mamilo começou a endurecer lentamente com o atrito do tecido contra o botão, ele podia sentir isso. A língua dele explorou sua boca, cada centímetro dela, antes que ele finalmente encostasse a língua na sua, só para você empurrar de volta para a boca dele com a sua própria língua, enquanto enfiava a sua língua para dentro da boca dele. Sua respiração estava ficando mais alta, pois o ar estava se esgotando lentamente. Você moveu a mão do peito dele para acariciar o rosto, ainda não querendo se afastar do beijo. O polegar dele aperta o seu mamilo, ele sente o mamilo endurecido através da camisa e continua a aperta-lo, a cada aperto, você sente uma reviravolta dentro de você, pois a sensação vai direto ao seu âmago.

Vocês dois se afastaram arfando enquanto seus pulmões ardiam por ar. Você encostou sua testa na dele, seus narizes se tocaram, os olhos se fecharam enquanto vocês dois se demoravam um pouco. Seus lábios pareciam inchados e seu queixo estava molhado, pois fios de saliva haviam se soltado quando você se afastou. O polegar dele continua a passar sobre o seu mamilo, e você pode sentir que está ficando molhada com o toque.

— Foi lento e longo o suficiente para você? – Ele sussurra.

Você abre os olhos e o vê já olhando para você.

— Porque podemos ir mais devagar, mais tempo... – Você desliza a mão para longe da bochecha dele e a leva até a bainha da camisa, depois desliza a mão por baixo do tecido e esfrega lentamente a mão para cima e para baixo no torso tonificado dele.

— Foi... Mas podemos ir mais devagar e por mais tempo. – Você sussurra.

A mão dele se afasta do seu seio e você a sente descer pela sua lateral e passar pela coxa exposta antes de ele agarrar a parte de trás dela e puxar sua perna sobre a dele. Imediatamente, você se posiciona sobre as coxas dele e empurra sua camisa para cima. Ele se senta ereto e permite que você tire completamente a camisa dele antes de se inclinar para trás. O sol estava iluminando você também, ele achava que você era um anjo em cima dele, com a forma como você brilhava nas cores do pôr do sol.

— Devemos? – Ele pergunta.

A mão dele desliza para cima e para baixo em sua coxa, esfregando sua perna e sentindo sua pele quente sob o toque dele. Você se inclina e dá um beijo no meio do peito dele antes de olhar para ele.

— Daqui a pouco, primeiro me deixe fazer isso. – Você diz.

A outra mão dele repousa no seu joelho enquanto ele observa você depositar outro beijo no peito dele antes de começar a deixar uma trilha de beijos até o estômago dele. Você manteve o olhar no rosto dele enquanto se movia cada vez mais para baixo, alcançando o umbigo dele e beijando lentamente uma trilha até chegar à cueca. Observar você o beijando dessa maneira fez com que o pau dele se contorcesse dentro da cueca. Ele deslizou as mãos para cima de suas coxas antes de te agarrar por baixo das nádegas e virá-la para a cama, se acomodando entre suas pernas, com os joelhos dobrados e os pés empurrados contra o colchão.

— Agora é a minha vez. – Disse ele.

Você pode ver uma mudança no tom de voz dele e que seus olhos escureceram, mesmo sob a luz do sol que agora começava a desaparecer à medida que o sol desaparecia atrás do oceano. As mãos dele encostam no seu quadril e ele desliza lentamente as mãos para cima, enquanto empurra sua camisa para cima e expõe sua barriga para ele. Ele se inclina e encosta os lábios em sua barriga, a beijando à medida que a expõe.

— É tão bom quando você faz isso. – Você murmura e se senta ereta, enquanto agarra a bainha da sua camisa e a levanta sobre a cabeça.

Ele encosta o rosto no meio do seus seios, fazendo com que você se recoste, enquanto as mãos dele acariciam a lateral dos seus seios e passam os polegares sobre os mamilos.

— Hum, é bom quando alguém a beija assim. – Ele diz.

O rosto dele estava entre os seus seios e ele olhava para você com o queixo encostado na sua pele, esmagava seus seios contra as bochechas e sorria para você.

— E é sempre bom quando eu posso fazer isso com seus seios. – Você sente os polegares dele circulando sobre seus mamilos, você pode sentir seu corpo ficar mais quente à medida que o tempo passa lentamente.

— Você fica lindo com eles apertados contra as bochechas. – Você diz e move uma das mãos para o topo da cabeça dele para pentear os dedos no cabelo.

Ele vira a cabeça e você o sente beijar o volume do seu seio. Você pode sentir o cabelo dele fazendo cócegas no seu mamilo quando ele vira a cabeça, você respira fundo.

— Caramba. – Você suspira e o sente mover a cabeça antes que os lábios dele estejam contra o seu mamilo, beijando o mamilo endurecido.

— Talvez possamos dar aquele beijo longo e lento um pouco mais tarde. – Ele fala.

Felizmente, você havia acendido as luzes antes de se deitar e elas estavam iluminando o quarto, pois o sol já havia se posto completamente e a escuridão havia tomado conta do céu.

— Hum, eu concordo, um pouco mais tarde seria melhor. – Você diz.

Suas pálpebras tremem quando você sente os lábios dele envolverem seu mamilo, o chupando, enquanto usa a ponta da língua para esfregar o botão. O polegar dele pressiona a parte de baixo do seu seio e você o sente respirar com força contra ele. Com a outra mão, você se abaixa e a desliza entre seus corpos, a virando para cima e tocando-o através da cueca.

— Hum. – Ele murmura contra seu mamilo ao sentir sua mão pressionando o pau que está endurecendo.

As pálpebras dele tremem quando ele sente a palma de sua mão lentamente ao longo do comprimento do pau dele, você se certifica de não perder tempo até chegar ao final antes de voltar a passar a mão ao longo dele, parando apenas quando o tecido impede que sua mão chegue mais longe. Você podia sentir seu mamilo ficar sensível enquanto ele o chupava e brincava com ele, a sensação que a atravessava ia direto para uma bola de prazer que começava a se formar dentro de você.

— Hak... – Você suspira.

Ele se afasta do mamilo e o polegar imediatamente o pressiona, espalhando lentamente a saliva sobre o broto e sobre o seio. Ele solta o seio enquanto move a cabeça em direção a ele e se aproxima entre seus corpos, a mão dele roçando em seu braço antes de você sentir os dedos dele tocando sua buceta através da calcinha e começando a esfregar os dedos ao longo de suas dobras, o toque despertando algo dentro de você, e você pode sentir que estava ficando mais molhada.

— Você é simplesmente... Tudo. – Ele sussurra. — Você é tudo o que eu poderia ter pedido e muito mais.

Você podia sentir seu coração batendo mais rápido com as palavras dele e seu amor se aprofundar um pouco mais.

— Momentos como esse... Como esse, são tudo para mim. – O hálito quente dele soprava contra seu mamilo enquanto ele falava.

Haknyeon geralmente era brincalhão, mas você sabia que, por trás daquele exterior, havia um homem que amava tão profundamente e tão intensamente.

— Eles significam o mundo para mim também. – Você sussurra.

Você podia sentir as lágrimas começarem a se formar em seus olhos por causa das palavras dele, você o amava tanto, estava tão profundamente apaixonada por ele, mesmo nos momentos mais difíceis, você o amava profundamente. Você o sentiu beijar gentilmente seu mamilo antes que os lábios dele estivessem ao redor do botão, sugando-o gentilmente enquanto os dedos dele começavam a pressionar um pouco mais contra suas dobras.

— Você significa o mundo para mim. – Você desliza a mão para longe do pau dele e a leva até o elástico da cueca e mergulha a mão dentro da cueca, seus dedos passam lentamente sobre o osso púbico e você desliza a mão para mais perto do pau dele.

— Hum, hum. – Ele cantarola em torno de seu mamilo, sentindo seus dedos e sua mão se aproximarem do pau dele.

Ele pressiona os dedos com mais força contra sua calcinha e empurra o tecido entre suas dobras, fazendo suas pernas tremerem ao sentir o contato repentino com seu clitóris. Você pressiona os joelhos contra o corpo dele enquanto ele começa a esfregar círculos lentos sobre seu clitóris, o tecido aumentando a estimulação..

— Hak. – Você choraminga.

Você pode sentir suas costas começarem a grudar na cama enquanto o suor começa a se acumular em sua pele. Seus dedos alcançam o pau dele e você os movimenta levemente ao longo do comprimento e o ouve respirar gaguejando.

— Oh... – Seu toque no pau dele foi leve como uma pluma, e ele pôde sentir que queria se arrepiar com isso.

Ele se afasta de seu mamilo com fios de saliva se soltando e cobrindo o queixo.

— Você está demorando muito para o tocar completamente, não é? – Ele murmura e move a cabeça para cima. — Por melhor que esteja me sentindo... Por favor, toque direito.

Parecia que sua voz estava tensa quando ele falou.

— Porra, por favor, eu preciso que você faça isso. – Só de ouvir a súplica no tom dele, o prazer aumentava dentro de você, e você podia se sentir cada vez mais molhada e tinha certeza de que ele também podia.

— Bem... Isso se chama preparação para o evento principal, não é? – Você pergunta antes de envolver os dedos em torno da circunferência dele e observar as pálpebras fechadas por um momento, as observando se contorcer enquanto os olhos dele se movem por trás delas. — Mas se você realmente quiser que eu o toque assim, eu o farei com prazer.

Você desliza a mão até a cabeça do pau dele e passa o polegar sobre a ponta, sentindo o pré-sêmen que se acumulou ali e sentindo uma mancha molhada na parte de trás do polegar na cueca dele. Os dedos dele se movem um pouco mais rápido contra o seu clitóris, você podia sentir uma sensação de formigamento começando a se formar nos dedos dos pés.

— Caralho. – Ele respira fundo e abre os olhos para olhar para você.

Ele move a cabeça mais para cima e os lábios dele fazem contato com o seus seios, você o vê começar a chupar o local, a língua dele passando sobre a pele como se estivesse criando uma marca. Os dedos dele deslizam ao longo de sua buceta, empurrando a calcinha mais entre as dobras e fazendo com que ela se esfregue contra o clitóris enquanto os dedos dele se dirigem à sua fenda. Ele podia sentir como você estava molhada, sua calcinha devia estar melada com seu gozo.

— Hak, hum. – Você geme.

Os dedos dele pressionam sua fenda e você sente o tecido esfregando contra o local, que já estava sensível, ele ainda nem tinha colocado os dedos dentro de você ou pau dele. Ele puxa sua calcinha para longe da entrada, se certificando de que parte do tecido ainda estava contra seu clitóris, antes de enfiar dois dedos nela.

— Oh, oh. – Seus olhos se fecham com o leve estiramento dos dedos dele, sua calcinha se esfrega contra o clitóris enquanto ele enfia os dedos mais fundo em você. — Hak...

Você se agarra ao cabelo dele com a outra mão, fazendo com que ele perceba como foi bom.

— Hum... – Os dedos dele se enrolam dentro de você, você sente a sensação de formigamento chegar ao seu âmago, aumentando a bola de prazer dentro de ti.

— Ah, você está tão molhada... – Ele murmura ao se afastar de seu peito.

Os lábios dele sobem mais e você os sente contra sua clavícula enquanto ele começa a deixar beijos suaves.

— Você vai gozar para mim? – Ele tira os dedos de você até a metade antes de empurrá-los de volta para dentro de você em um ritmo lento e agonizante, enquanto seu polegar rolava lentamente sobre a ponta do pau dele, esfregando a fenda e espalhando o pré-sêmen sobre a ponta.

— Hak, hum... Sim. – Você sussurra.

Todo o seu corpo estava quente, você podia sentir o prazer crescendo dentro de ti, a tensão puxando dentro de você, perto de estourar e lhe dar aquela sensação de euforia que ambos estavam buscando.

— Porra... – Você sente os dedos dele se enrolarem dentro de você antes de se estenderem e saírem pela metade, a cada bombada lenta dentro de você, você podia sentir sua calcinha esfregando seu clitóris e sua mente estava lentamente escorregando para uma piscina de prazer.

— Então goze para mim. – Ele sussurra e você pressiona a palma da mão contra o pau dele, ele faz com que o tecido pressione com mais força o seu clitóris, os dedos dele se curvam profundamente dentro de você e você sente suas costas arquearem.

Seus olhos rolam para a parte de trás da cabeça, por trás das pálpebras, e a tensão dentro de você se rompe.

— HAK! – Você grita.

A sensação de euforia assume o controle do seu corpo, os dedos dos pés se enroscam nos lençóis e as pernas tremem de prazer, e por um momento, parecia que seu corpo estava flutuando pelos céus com a sensação de leveza que seu corpo subitamente sentiu quando a liberação a atingiu.

— Oh. – Você vira a cabeça para o lado e puxa o cabelo dele, sentindo todos os tipos de emoções passando por você.

Você afasta a mão do pau dele, o tirando da cueca, depois agarra os quadris dele, pressionando os dedos com força na pele dele enquanto se agarra a ele.

— Hum, hum, porra, eu... Hum. – Você choraminga e geme.

— Olhe para você, parecendo tão feliz e como se estivesse brilhando. – Ele murmura contra a sua clavícula. — Soando tão bonita também.

Suas paredes se fecham ao redor dos dedos dele quando ele diz isso, você sente seus músculos se contraírem por um momento antes de relaxarem. Ele sente seu corpo relaxar lentamente sob o dele e retira os dedos de você. A mão que estava em seu seio se afasta e ele a pressiona contra o colchão antes de se sentar sobre os joelhos. Os olhos dele se movem lentamente sobre seu corpo, absorvendo cada pequeno detalhe que ele consegue perceber.

— Fique de joelhos, agora mesmo. – O tom dele era baixo quando lhe disse, não ordenou, o que só fez com que sua buceta se fechasse.

Você abre os olhos e olha para ele, para o seu peito.

— Hak... – Você choraminga, mas se senta lentamente antes de se virar, certificando-se de não bater nele acidentalmente ao fazer isso.

Você sente os dedos dele se enroscarem no elástico da sua calcinha e puxá-la para baixo, deixando os nós dos dedos roçarem na sua bunda enquanto ele faz isso. Você levanta os joelhos apenas o suficiente para que ele passe a calcinha por cima deles, antes de se abaixar novamente e deixar que ele puxe o tecido dos seus pés.

— Isso está tão molhado, amor. – Ele diz.

Você vira a cabeça bem a tempo dele mostrar como sua calcinha estava encharcada.

— Talvez precise de algumas lavagens. – Você fecha os olhos e vira a cabeça para o outro lado antes de ouvir o tecido sendo jogado de lado.

Ele coloca a mão no meio de suas costas antes de deslizar lentamente a mão ao longo de sua coluna e sobre a curva de sua bunda antes de desaparecer.

— Hak... Nossa, eu... – Você geme, sua mente ainda estava agitada pelo orgasmo que teve.

Você sente a cama se mexer e ouve o som do tecido se movendo. Você vira a cabeça e vê como ele joga a cueca de lado antes de colocar a mão gentilmente em seu quadril.

— Eu preciso de você... – Suas costas se arquearam quando você sentiu o pau dele deslizar pelas suas dobras, indo em direção ao seu clitóris antes de voltar a deslizar. — Hak, oh...

Seus dedos se enroscam na roupa de cama enquanto você espera ansiosamente que ele coloque o pau dentro de você.

— Me deixe tirar um momento para admirá-la... – Ele fala.

Você sente a mão dele no seu quadril, apertando-o gentilmente.

— Puxa, você... Você é tudo para mim. – Você morde os lábios ao se sentir emocionada. — Porra...

Sua mandíbula se afrouxa quando você o sente empurrar a ponta para dentro de você, esticando suas paredes lentamente enquanto ele o faz, ele se solta e coloca a mão em seu quadril e lentamente a guia para trás e sobre o pau dele.

— Oh, porra...

— Hum, porra, Hak. – Você gemeu.

A sensação do pau dele a esticando lentamente e a preenchendo estava fazendo sua mente girar e fazendo com que suas paredes pulsassem em torno dele.

— Hum, ah. – Suas costas ficam arqueadas pelo prazer que corre em suas veias.

Parecia que seus braços queriam desabar sob você de tão boa que era a sensação.

— Uh, hum. – Ele geme, sentindo suas paredes se apertarem ao redor dele e o envolverem com calor.

O som dos seus sucos se espreme e enche a sala, as garras dele nos seus quadris se apertam quando ele para quando está totalmente dentro de você, tomando um momento para recuperar o fôlego e dar a você um momento para se ajustar.

— Porra, você está indo tão bem... – Você o sente guiar lentamente seus quadris para frente, o pau dele deslizando para fora de você até a metade antes de seus quadris ser puxado de volta contra ele. — Porra...

A sensação era elétrica ao percorrer seu corpo, a maneira como o pau dele roçava em suas paredes enquanto ele a guiava sobre ele.

— Hum, Hak, oh meu... – Você geme, a sua mente girava e você se sentia absolutamente eufórica.

A forma como ele se agarrava a ti e te guiava por cima dele, a forma como você sentia o calor dele perto de ti, apenas ele em geral, aumentava a sensação de felicidade que te percorria.

— Oh. – Você inclina a cabeça para trás e sente uma das mãos dele deslizar ao longo da tua coluna antes de sentir a mão dele na sua nuca.

— Preciso de você mais perto. – Ele geme.

Você sentiu um aperto mais forte na cintura, sentiu a outra mão envolver o meio das suas costas, depois foi puxada para cima e apertada contra ele. A mão dele que estava na sua nuca desaparece rapidamente, e momentos depois, aperta os seus seios.

— Porra, isso, assim.

O braço dele voltou para o meio das suas costas e te segura firmemente enquanto ele rebolava os quadris para dentro de ti.

— Porra, Haknyeon... Aí mesmo, assim, porra. – Você geme enquanto sente o pau dele se aproximar do teu ponto ideal.

Os quadris dele bate no seu e você sente a respiração ficar presa na garganta quando ele toca no ponto certo.

— HAK! – Os seus olhos rolam para trás das pálpebras e você sente que o seu corpo está a arder. — PORRA, ALI!

— Aqui mesmo? – Ele murmura baixinho no teu ouvido, a respiração dele era ruidosa mesmo ao pé do teu ouvido, você podia sentir arrepios se formarem na sua pele. — Hum, é esse o lugar?

— Uhum, é.

O pau dele voltou a estocar em você, e ele sente as suas paredes se apertarem em volta dele.

— PORRA, SIM, PORRA, SIM! – Você grita.

Você agarra o braço dele que estava em volta da sua cintura e crava os dedos na pele dele.

— HAK! – Você sentia o suor se acumular entre os seus corpos, os sons que se criavam pareciam tão pecaminosos e imundos.

— Porra, você está indo tão bem, esta me recebendo tão bem, caralho. – Ele geme no seu ouvido.

O tom baixo dele fez com que as suas paredes se apertarem instantaneamente em volta do pau dele.

— Assim mesmo, porra. – Você fala.

Os quadris dele começaram a se mover um pouco mais depressa, o braço dele em volta da sua cintura se moveu para baixo, você sentiu os dedos dele deslizarem sobre a sua bunda antes de sentir os dedos dele fazer contato com o seu clitóris.

— É isso, assim. – Murmura ele.

Os lábios dele roçam o lóbulo da sua orelha, ele sente as suas paredes apertarem em volta dele, os seus quadris começam involuntariamente a se mover mais depressa.

— Caramba, quero me juntar a ti, amor... – Ele podia sentir o quão perto você estava, pois os seus músculos estavam a apertar e a se contorcer. — Eu vou... Merda.

Ele fecha os olhos, o som do seu orgasmo era alto no ouvido dele e ele não podia deixar de se mover mais e mais rápido, os seus quadris tremia enquanto o fazia.

— Caralho. – O corpo dele estremece com o seu aperto.

A sua mente completamente vazia de tudo enquanto sente o seu corpo flutuar de euforia.

— Haknyeon. – Você geme.

Os quadris dele empurra com força contra o seu, você sente os lábios dele pressionarem com força o seu ombro, o aperto dele no seus seios ficam mais fortes por um momento, você sente a outra mão dele na sua bunda, por um instante, a apertando.

— Porra... Goza dentro, assim. – Cordas quentes de esperma se derramam dentro de ti, o quadril dele treme contra o seu, enquanto ele tentava prolongar o orgasmo.

A sua entrada pulsava em volta do pau dele, o ajudando a prolongar o orgasmo, enquanto o dedo dele tentava desesperadamente continuar a massagear o seu clítoris, mas a mente dele estava a girar, ele mal conseguia se concentrar em qualquer coisa que não fosse o prazer que o percorria.

Você encosta a cabeça no ombro dele, respirando fundo enquanto descia lentamente do pico que o seu corpo estava a atravessar, a sua mente continuava a girar enquanto abria os olhos para olhar para o teto. O seu corpo formigava enquanto se deixava levar pelas sensações. A testa de Haknyeon se encosta no seu ombro, você pode senti-lo e ouvi-lo respirar com dificuldade, pois ele parou por um momento para organizar os seus pensamentos, os quadris dele parou contra o seu e ele se agarrou em você enquanto recuperava o fôlego. O aperto dele no seu peito afrouxa, você sente os dedos dele se afastar do seu clítoris antes de te deitar na cama, com cuidado e delicadeza, enquanto o pau dele sai de você.

— Hum. – Você choraminga.

Você se vira imediatamente para ele assim que sente a cama tocar as suas costas e olha para ele. O suor escorria pelo peito dele e pela barriga, o cabelo colado na testa e ao pescoço, a visão fez com que você mordesse o lábio e apertasse as pernas, o que rapidamente te fez lembrar a confusão entre as tuas pregas.

— Hak... – Os olhos dele eram quentes e claros quando olhava para ti. — Você quer que eu prepare a banheira para a gente?

Ele te dá um sorriso caloroso antes de colocar a mão na sua coxa a apertando tranquilamente.

— Eu vou embora... Estava só a tirar um momento para admirar tudo o que você é. – Ele diz.

Você sente as bochechas se aquecerem com as palavras dele e o ver sair da cama.

— Mas você está bem? – Ele assente com a cabeça, lhe dando um sorriso caloroso. — Ótimo... Porque ainda temos aquele beijo longo e lento para dar.

— Podemos fazer isso enquanto estamos na banheira? – Você pergunta.

Ele acena com a cabeça e se dirige para o banheiro.

— Perfeito... Mal posso esperar para saborear os seus lábios nos meus outra vez.

[tameodesza]

promises

Bodyguard!Kevin x Male Escort!Shawn 

₊˚ʚ Summary: When Shawn feels down on Valentine’s Day, Diesel reminds him that he’s worthy of love. AO3.

₊˚ʚ a/n: gets smutty near the end 👀

Of all the holidays, one would think Shawn’s most profitable time of the year would be Valentine’s Day. His home should be flooded with gifts from lonely men. His phone should be ringing off the hook with clients begging for an ounce of his attention, fighting to be the highest bidder. 

However, Valentines Day also seemed to be the one day Shawn’s clients suddenly remembered they had spouses appease. Instead of spoiling the blond in riches, they were busy arranging apologetic floral deliveries, gifting shut-up rings to their significant others, or booking last-minute reservations at some nice restaurant. 

These men had a status to uphold, a facade to maintain. What well-respected executive would want to be seen on such a special day courting a whore? 

Yes, that was about Hunter. And yes, it still stung knowing that even Shawn’s favorite client didn’t have time for him.  

Hunter had called earlier that morning to squeeze in a round of phone sex. But the session was cut short when Shawn asked, “what are you getting me for Valentine’s Day, daddy?” Hunter had apparently forgotten all about the holiday, rushing off the phone to get some half-assed gift for his wife. Shawn was left there listening to the dial tone, wondering what the hell happened. 

Hunter had been the only client to contact him that day, which would normally be fine. Shawn was usually booked and busy, so any free time was welcome. But on a day where the significance of love was constantly shoved in his face, his free schedule only served as a reminder of how undesirable he was. He was just a pretty face. A good time. A great lay. But he wasn’t hubby material. He wasn’t someone to claim. And even on a day of love, he wasn't worthy of any. 

Shawn leaned against the door frame of his guest room trying not to look as sad as he was. It was odd being on the sidelines, watching as Diesel prepared to step out for the night. Any hopes of enjoying his free time with the company of his bodyguard was crushed ten minutes earlier when the man casually mentioned, “I got plans.” 

Shawn followed Diesel’s every move, never too far behind as the man styled his hair, sprayed on cologne, and adjusted his clothes in front of the full-length mirror. Shawn silently hoped he’d change his mind. That the holes he burned in the back of Diesel’s head would telepathically convince him to stay in instead of going out on a date.  

Shawn still couldn't wrap his mind around it. Maybe it was because he was too self-centered to believe that Diesel had anyone else in his life besides him. Or maybe it was because he thought his unspoken claim on his bodyguard was obvious. But the thought of Diesel enjoying the company of someone else left Shawn with mixed emotions. 

Part of Shawn was happy for him. Diesel had been by his side for over a year at this point, barely taking time off for himself. It was about time that he put himself first. But Shawn couldn’t help but be bitter about it. 

“Is she pretty?” 

Diesel’s hand froze on the cuff he was latching, Shawn’s question coming off stronger than intended. He looked in the mirror, catching Shawn’s eyes. “He. And yes.”  

‘He,’ Shawn mouthed to himself as he looked away, missing the subtle smile on Diesel’s lips. “Must be nice.” Shawn twirled his hair, trying to seem unbothered. But he was curious to know who’d managed to catch his bodyguard’s attention. “Do I know him?” 

Diesel moved to the dresser in search of a pair of socks. “Yes.” 

Shawn tilted his head, already thinking of the possibilities. If they both knew the person, he wondered if it was someone from his stripping days. There were more than a few dancers interested in Diesel back then. He was even more of a catch now, especially since growing out his hair.  

Or maybe, heaven forbid, one of Shawn’s clients had fallen for the man. But that was highly unlikely given how intimidating Diesel could be. They wouldn't have time to fall for him before Diesel scared them off. 

Regardless, it didn’t matter. Because whoever it was must've been special enough for Diesel to make a move. 

“What if this guy’s, like, a serial killer or something?” 

Diesel let out a humored breath. “I can handle myself.” 

Shawn felt hopeless as his hints flew over Diesel’s head. He sat on the bed with a loud dramatic sigh, waiting for Diesel to say something – anything. But the man seemed more interested in double-knotting his shoelaces. Shawn gave another sigh, this one louder than the last. 

Diesel wiped away a knowing smile before approaching Shawn. “Is something wrong?” 

“It’s nothing.” Shawn waved a dismissive hand that fooled nobody. 

“You and I both know that’s not true.” Diesel kneeled before him, placing his hands on Shawn’s knees. “What is it? You’re gonna miss me or something?” 

That had been Shawn’s cue to laugh, his chance to downplay how he really felt as he always had. Yet, he couldn’t. Not when he looked into Diesel’s eyes, wondering ‘what if.’ What if he answered honestly? What if he admitted that, yes, he would miss him? Not because Diesel was his bodyguard. Not because he was his friend. But because he didn't want to give Diesel away.  

Selfishly, Shawn didn't want Diesel meeting with this mystery man, becoming smitten with him, sleeping with him, or worse, falling in love with him. No, Shawn wanted Diesel to himself, no matter how hypocritical it was to expect that.  

But Shawn also couldn't escape reality. He chose a life of whoring himself out for nice things. He was a showpiece, a shiny trophy meant to be flaunted, but too shameful to take home to meet the parents. He couldn’t expect any man to seriously want him – not even Diesel. 

Shawn gave an unconvincing smile as he smoothed down a few of Diesel’s curly strands. “Don’t worry about me, Kev. I’ll be fine. Go enjoy your date with the lucky guy.” 

But Diesel was slow to make a move, holding their gaze as if searching for something. Shawn’s eyes seemed foggy, as if masking a truth too murky to decipher. 

Diesel stood tall with a slow breath. “Ok. If you say so.” 

Shawn felt instant regret, his eyes closing with a heavy sigh as he listened to Diesel’s retreating footsteps, not finding the words to ask him to stay.  

“Shawn. Look at me.” 

Shawn reluctantly opened his eyes, mentally cursing Diesel for dragging this on. However, he was stunned to see Diesel standing before him with a single red rose in hand.  

“Uh...what’s this?” 

Diesel raised the rose towards Shawn with a sheepish grin. “I figured you’d be busy tonight. But seeing as you’re not...will you be my valentine?” 

Shawn blinked once. Then twice before letting out a shaky breath of disbelief. “B-But what about your date?” 

Diesel inched forward, tugging Shawn’s hand to pull him up from the bed. “I’m looking at him. If you accept, of course.” 

A slow smile crept onto Shawn’s lips, his cheeks reddening from a blush he couldn’t contain. He grabbed the rose, careful of its thorny green spikes. He twisted the stem, sniffing the floral fragrance emanating from its petals. “Way to keep a man waiting.” 

“So, is that a yes?” 

Shawn looked past the rose to Diesel’s nervous grin before closing the gap between them. He placed a soft kiss on Diesel’s cheek, whispering, “Yes. I will be your valentine.” 

- 

The night was spent downtown, arms entwined as they blended into the sea of happy couples. The streets were bathed in pink and red decor. Heart-shaped balloons floated above the crowd. Rose petals lay sprinkled along the sidewalk, spilling from busy flower shops. Every restaurant was packed to the brim, fully booked by those who were wise enough to make reservations ahead of time.  

Diesel and Shawn rarely had moments out like this – moments of normalcy, moments that didn't center around the raunchy business they were running. For one night, they could forget about their obligations and enjoy activities that were usually reserved for couples. They intended on spending every second making the most of their impromptu date. 

Their first stop was at a shop to buy Valentine's Day cards. 

“We need cards, Kev! It’s tradition!” That had been Shawn’s reasoning to hide the fact that he may have been feeding into the idea of their night as a pair more than he thought he would. 

They searched the shop separately, each writing cute little messages on the inside of their cards before gifting them to the other:  

To Shawn,  There’s never a dull moment with you. Thanks for making my days a bit more exciting. Happy Valentine’s Day. - Diesel  

To Diesel Kevin,  Happy V-day, big guy! I hope you didn’t use today as an excuse to keep an eye on me, hehe. Just kidding. I know I’m not the easiest to work with, but I appreciate you always looking out for me. I wouldn’t want to spend today with anyone else. Love you!  - Shawn, your favorite blondie 

Diesel reread Shawn's message at least three times, lingering on the end. He’d heard ‘I love you’ from Shawn plenty of times, but it was always said in jest. But something about the night made it hit different for Diesel.  

When they left the shop, Diesel was nearly dragged across the street when an excited Shawn spotted a food stand selling chocolate-covered strawberries. The dessert was criminally overpriced, but it was worth the radiant smile Shawn gave when Diesel bought him the largest serving. 

“Aww, you really do love me, don’t you,” Shawn cooed, pinching Diesel’s cheek before biting into another delicious treat. 

Diesel chuckled along with Shawn, biting into his own strawberry to stifle a telling response. 

They left the stand to find some ‘real food’ – pizza and wings – before taking a stroll to Lover’s Bridge, a popular spot in town where couples placed locks on the bridge to symbolize their love for one another.  

“What are you doing,” Diesel asked, puzzled as Shawn began digging through his pockets. 

Shawn reached into Diesel’s coat, finally finding the Sharpie he’d been looking for. He uncapped the top with his teeth, writing on a padlock as he uttered, “Locking in our future.”  

He wrote both his and Diesel’s initials, adding a plus sign in the middle before drawing a heart around the letters. He smiled proudly at his masterpiece. “Anything you want to add?” 

Diesel looked at the lock for a moment as if studying art at a museum. Then he grabbed the lock and marker, adding ‘4ever’ below the heart. “Now, it's perfect.” 

Shawn smiled fondly at what he wrote. “Yeah. It is.”  

They attached the lock to the bridge together, the click of the metal sealing their fate. “There,” Shawn said with finality as he held up the lock’s key. “Now you can never leave my side.” 

Diesel’s lips curved into a smile, clasping his hand over Shawn’s before grabbing the key. “Wasn’t planning on it.” He chucked the key into the river, watching it ricochet across the water before sinking below.  

It was in that moment, standing by Diesel’s side as they watched the moon-lit river flow beneath them, that Shawn could no longer ignore the skip in his heart. He’d felt it ever since Diesel gave him that rose. All night, he’d explained it away as excited nerves, as anticipation of the fun he knew he would have with Diesel. Then came the realization – Shawn never felt this way with anyone before, not even his wealthy clients.  

The night had been far from the usual courting Shawn experienced, but it was everything he could have ever wanted. It was authentic, genuine, real. Diesel had been the perfect gentleman – not for an ulterior motive, not for the hope of getting into Shawn’s pants. But because Diesel respected him as a person, saw Shawn for who he was and not what he could gain from the blond.  

That meant a lot to Shawn, and he was done lying to himself – at least for tonight. He glanced at Diesel, the older man unaware of the blond’s pensive gaze. Shawn did something he normally shied away from. He allowed himself to wonder, to indulge in the idea of being with Diesel, to pretend like they weren't as complicated as they were.  

He acknowledged everything he’d felt that night – the pounding in his chest when Diesel gave him the rose, the butterflies in his stomach when Diesel held his hand as they crossed the street, the blush of his cheeks when Diesel dabbed pizza sauce from his chin, the tingly feeling that coursed through his veins when bystanders mistook Diesel for his boyfriend.  

Shawn never corrected them. And neither did Diesel. Because tonight gave them that excuse. 

Late into the night, Shawn crept into the guest room of his condo, slipping into bed with the whisper of Diesel’s name. The room was dark, the soft glow of amber streetlights his only guidance as he settled onto Diesel’s bare chest. Words weren't needed for Diesel. He knew what Shawn wanted, and he desperately wanted the same. 

Shawn peppered light kisses across Diesel’s pecs, navigating up his neck before running a wet tongue across Diesel’s Adam's apple. Diesel swallowed dryly, shifting his Adam's apple against Shawn’s tongue. The blond gave it a kiss before kissing up towards Diesel’s chin.  

He nudged upwards, bumping his nose against Diesel in search of the man’s lips. They both let out a content sigh through their noses when their lips met. Their soft pecks slowly progressed to interlocked lips, heads tilting as their tongues explored familiar territory. 

Shawn pressed his hips down, rubbing their crotches together in need of something more. Diesel gripped tightly onto the blond’s oversized t-shirt before flipping him onto his back. His lips returned to Shawn’s, a curious hand slowly traveling down the blond’s chest. He reached underneath the fabric, surprised and unbelievably turned on when he discovered Shawn wasn’t wearing any underwear. 

They became a mess of limbs, Shawn's shirt flying one direction and Diesel’s boxers flying the other. Their kiss grew greedy, arms clinging around each other, nails clawing at the skin, soft gasps leaving their lips as their dicks rubbed against each other.  

Diesel swiped a finger teasingly against Shawn’s entrance, the blond whining wantonly against his lips. His breathing grew ragged when Diesel inserted a finger, expertly opening him up. Shawn reached a hand down to grab Diesel’s dick, stroking it to match the pace of the finger pumping inside of him.  

“Ah, shit,” Diesel whispered, dipping his head into Shawn’s shoulder. His finger faltered in the blond, it being hard to focus with Shawn skillfully tugging on his dick.  

Diesel added a second finger, then a third, and soon enough Shawn was rocking his hips to basically fuck himself against Diesel’s hand. "Kev,” Shawn gasped as he felt the man's fingers brush against his prostate. 

Diesel bit his lip in restraint as Shawn’s hand quickened on his cock. He knew neither of them would last like this, so he removed his fingers from Shawn before pulling the blond’s hand away. 

Diesel began lining himself at Shawn’s entrance, but stopped when the blond urged, “Condom, condom.” Though Shawn got tested regularly, it was always best to play it safe. 

Diesel searched the room, Shawn watching hungrily as Diesel rolled the condom over his thick cock. Diesel didn’t have a chance to make it back to the bed when Shawn rushed towards him, pulling him into a heated kiss. Diesel was quick to take charge, pressing Shawn firmly against the wall before easily lifting both of his legs. 

Shawn quickly clasped his arms and legs around Diesel to not fall. Diesel held onto his hips, bracing Shawn before inserting his cock slowly into Shawn’s ass. The blond let out a sharp breath, his whimper cut off by Diesel’s lips.  

Diesel kept his pace slow, gently rocking into Shawn to get the blond adjusted. When Shawn began grinding back, silently asking for more, Diesel was more than willing to comply. He quickened the pace, sharply snapping into the man, nearby picture frames rattling as he fucked Shawn into the wall. 

“Oh..oh..oh fuck,” Shawn moaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He could practically feel Diesel in his stomach at this angle. “Shit, your cock is so fucking big. Just like that. Fuck!” 

It was hard for Diesel to respond with how tightly Shawn gripped his cock. He grunted, “You like that, huh? You like the way I fuck you? You want some more, don’t you?” Shawn nodded with the bite of his lip. Diesel slowed his thrusts, demanding, “Let me hear you.” 

“Yes, I want more. Please, give it to me. Please, baby. Please!” 

Diesel’s hips stuttered. “Say that again.” 

Shawn was out of it, way past the point of caring about the slip up. “Baby...fuck me. Fuck me! Baby-ah!” 

Diesel fucked Shawn at a rabbit’s pace, the endearing pet name feeding something in Diesel, making him feel wanted by Shawn. The room was filled with the sound of Diesel’s balls mercilessly slapping against Shawn’s ass, competing with the intense moans pouring from the blond. 

Diesel dropped his head, giving an experimental lick to the blond’s neck. Shawn angled his neck, exposing the skin as he begged, “Mark me.” 

“But your clients-” 

“I don’t care. Make me yours, Kev. Please, baby. Please!” 

Shawn looked almost teary-eyed, his eyes holding so much emotion behind them. Diesel couldn’t tell if it was just dirty talk, or if Shawn even registered what he was saying, but the blond wanting him so badly fed right into his ego. 

Diesel bit into Shawn’s neck, sucking hard on the blond’s skin until there was no doubt hickeys would be left behind.  

Shawn held him close, nails digging into Diesel’s back. “Fuck! Kev, I’m close. I’m so fucking close.” 

At that, Diesel moved them back to the bed, placing Shawn on his back so he could finish comfortably. Diesel grabbed Shawn’s hands, fingers intertwining as he fucked into the younger man, pinning Shawn to the bed with no place to go. Shawn widened his legs, bringing Diesel as close as he could be, deepening his strokes.  

Diesel pressed his head against Shawn’s, looking into the blond’s lust-filled eyes. His dark hair fell over them in a thick curtain, shutting out the world as if they were the only two that mattered.  

A passing thought crossed Shawn’s mind – this is what making love must feel like. Something about him and Diesel just felt...right. Like this was where they were meant to be, who they were meant to share their bodies with. They fit perfectly together, hitting every pleasure point on each other’s body, creating a mold that no one else could fill. 

Unlike other men, Diesel didn’t need a reason to sleep with Shawn. He wasn't running away from a troubled marriage or exploring his sexuality. They weren’t transactional. He got nothing out of it aside from just being with Shawn.  

With Diesel, Shawn felt like he could be the truest version of himself. He didn't have to get dolled up, spending hours shaving his body or plucking his eyebrows like he did for his high maintenance clients. He didn't have to struggle deciding on which lingerie set to wear when Diesel liked him in something as simple as an oversized t-shirt. He didn’t have to check the clock, impatiently waiting for the session to end. Because when it came to Diesel, Shawn didn't want their time to end. 

Sweat trickled down Shawn’s temple as Diesel’s thrusts slowed to a gentle roll of his hips. Their lips met again, this time softer, more tender, as if they were savoring a taste they’d never have again.  

Sometimes Diesel would slip, his kisses becoming too passionate, his thrusts too careful, his thumbs brushing over Shawn’s hands like he was afraid he’d break. Shawn allowed himself to notice, mirroring Diesel’s gentle approach as if to say ‘It’s ok. I know.’ Though they both feigned ignorance, they knew they were connected by something deeper, even if they were too afraid to say it. 

The moment went as soon as it came, Diesel picking the pace to what they were accustomed to. Shawn broke from the kiss with a loud cry when Diesel hit directly on that sensitive bud of nerves. He clenched hard, his ass tightening the grip on Diesel’s cock. 

“Shawn,” Diesel breathed a quivering voice. “Oh, shit. Shawn, I’m-” 

“Me too. Please, don’t stop! Ah!” 

Shawn turned his face into Diesel’s shoulder, but the older man placed a hand on his cheek to pull him back. “Look at me. I want to see that pretty face when you come.” 

Shawn threw his head back when Diesel gave a hard thrust causing heat to pool at his stomach. Diesel latched his lips onto Shawn’s neck, forming another hickey until the blond came shortly after, spurts of come smearing between their chests. Diesel pulled back just in time to see Shawn’s face contorted in pleasure. That was all it took to send him over the edge. He kissed Shawn sloppily, pounding in the blond as he filled his condom. 

He rode out his orgasm, slowing to a stop before pulling out of the blond. He flopped over in a huff, pulling Shawn onto his chest. They stayed like that for a while, holding each other as their breathing evened out. 

This was Shawn’s favorite part. Diesel didn't run off in a hurry to get back to his family. He didn’t scramble for his wallet to slap money on the table for Shawn’s service. He stayed, running his hands through Shawn's hair until the blond began to doze off.  

They fell back into their normal routine – Diesel nudging Shawn awake, carrying him to the tub, placing him on his lap as he ran a bath to get him clean. Except this time, it was for the both of them.  

“I could get used to this,” Shawn sighed, leaning back against Diesel’s chest as the man scrubbed lavender-scented shampoo against his scalp. 

“What, being pampered?” Diesel chuckled, cupping a handful of water to rinse the shampoo out. “That’s nothing out of the norm.” 

“No.” Shawn shifted as best as he could in the small tab, turning so his head’s on Diesel’s shoulder. “Being like this. With you. I like it.” 

There was a meekness to Shawn’s tone, his voice barely above a whisper as if he were hoping Diesel hadn’t heard him. But of course, he had. Shawn could tell by the soft thud he felt against his hand on Diesel’s chest. 

It was hard for Diesel to tell if Shawn was being serious. The blond was a tease, always knowing the right words to say to a man. Diesel had seen it plenty of times with the clients Shawn entertained, oftentimes rolling his eyes at how easy they fell for it. Yet, he couldn't help but fall for it as well. Because the sincerity in Shawn’s eyes told him it wasn't an act.  

“I don’t want tonight to end,” Shawn said in gloom. 

Diesel brought a wet hand to Shawn’s temple, wiping away a few lingering suds. “You know, it doesn’t have to just be tonight.” His hand traveled down Shawn’s neck, brushing past the very visible hickeys he left behind. “We don’t need some holiday to be together...like this. I’m here whenever you need me.” 

Shawn bit his lip, failing to stop the smile from spreading. “I know.” Shawn trailed a finger along Diesel’s chest in thought. “Can you promise me something?” 

“Anything.” 

“If you do manage to find someone, don’t forget about your ol’ pal, ok?” 

Shawn lifted his head with a sad gleam in his eyes, one that Diesel wasn’t sure how to interpret. “What are you talking about?” 

“It’s just...you’re a catch, Kev. You’re nice, handsome, protective, considerate. You’re gonna make someone very happy one day. Just- I hope they’re fine with sharing.” Shawn sure wouldn’t be.  

“Shawn, I don’t-” 

“Just promise me.” 

There was vulnerability in Shawn’s tone, a desperation in his eyes that made Diesel want to chase his worries away. Diesel looped his pinky around Shawn’s, their prune-like skin letting them know they’d been in the water a while. “I promise.” 

Truth was Diesel had no intention of finding someone. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind since working full-time for Shawn. Most of his days consisted of making sure the blond was safe and sound. A relationship would be a distraction – or at least that was what he told himself. 

“Do you think you’ll ever settle down,” Diesel asked out of curiosity. 

Shawn stilled at the question. Honestly, he hadn't thought that far ahead. Settling down, getting married, possibly having kids – it all seemed far fetched and out of reach for a guy like him.  

Shawn shrugged, “Don’t know. Maybe if I find prince charming.” 

“What if you already have?”  

There was a pause, a heaviness in the air as the question seemed to echo around them. Shawn felt as if he were under a microscope, Diesel’s intense gaze never leaving him as if expecting a certain answer. An answer Shawn had almost been willing to give. 

“Then I guess I’ve been too blind to notice.” 

There was a looming silence, their words dancing on a confession. They were both playing with fire, drifting closer to the inferno of what simmered between them. It was only a matter of time before one of them ventured further, daring to get burned. 

Just then, they were interrupted by the sound of Shawn’s pager going off, the annoying beep notifying him that a client was trying to get in touch. And just like that, they were back to reality. 

Shawn sighed, “Duty calls.” 

He exited the tub in naked glory, grabbing a towel on his way out. Before walking out the door, Shawn stopped and turned to Diesel. “Thanks for tonight, Kev. I mean it.” 

Diesel nodded, returning a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. At that, Shawn headed to his own room to call the number that had been displayed on his pager. Diesel sat in the tub a little longer, the water feeling colder without Shawn in his arms. He’d spent many nights like this, alone to his thoughts, but he felt the immense weight of it right then. 

After being on such a high, he felt so low. Like his life vest had been ripped away, making him fight to stay afloat in rocky waters. Shawn was that life vest, his lifeline, and there was only a matter of time until Diesel could no longer ignore that fact. 

Luckily for him, his lifeline always seemed to come floating back. That much was true when he left the bathroom to find that Shawn had returned to the guest room, sleeping soundly in bed.  

A smile tugged at Diesel’s lips as he slid under the covers. He pulled Shawn close, gently lulling him back to sleep when the blond stirred awake. In the morning, they’d pretend that the passionate night they shared never happened. But for now, they held on tighter, promising to be there when the sun rose.

[venturelovebot]

Fluffcember Day Twenty Four: Christmas Tree

A/N: Only one more sleep until Christmas! Prompt list is by @fluff-cember! Written in headcanon format. Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated but not necessary!

Warnings: None! Pure fluff!

🎄 "Careful!" You clear the way for Brigitte and Sloan to bring in the brand new Christmas tree the two of you had bought.

🕊️ "A little to the left!" You watch as they carefully adjust to your instructions. "A teensy bit to the right!"

🪽 You take one last good look around the perimeter and decide that it looks good where it was.

⛄️ "Perfect!" You smile. "Thanks again, Brigitte!"

❄️ "No problem! Always happy to help. Call me if you need anything else!" She offers.

☕️ Out the door she goes.

🍪 "Okay! Let's get the needles all fanned out!" You instantly begin grabbing handfuls of the faux pine and spreading out the branches as much as you could.

🎁 "You're really excited about this!" They help you out on the other side.

💫 "I've always wanted a huge Christmas tree!" You're filled with a childlike giddiness simply bursting from your aura.

🔔 "I can tell. It's cute!" They lightly tease you, but you don't care in the slightest.

🎄 It takes several minutes to set up the tree from top to bottom.

🕊️ The first thing you do after that's done is break out the Christmas tree skirt decorated in shining gold, velvet red and dark green.

🪽 Intricate designs lace the very top. It's eye catching and utterly beautiful, even if it'll disappear underneath all the future presents.

⛄️ Next, it's time to wrap it in lights.

❄️ The two of you start from the top once again and make your way down to the bottom, ensuring every layer of the tree has a string of multicolored lights within it.

☕️ "Bulbs next?" They look over at you while dusting off their hands.

🍪 You gently open the packaging to the all the new ornaments that were splurged upon.

🎁 One by one, the tree becomes decorated in everything from candy canes to polar bears to snowflakes and more.

💫 Blue tinged icicles hang from the outermost branches, while gingerbread men and angels hide further within.

🔔 It was all starting to come together beautifully.

🎄 You hold the star topper out to them.

🕊️ "I'm too short. Care to do the honors?" You ask.

🪽 They happily place it right on top where it belongs.

⛄️ Then, they plug in the lights.

❄️ The tree becomes alive with color and whimsy right before your very eyes.

☕️ They sneakily wrap an arm around your waist and pull you in close after a job well done.

🍪 "It's just like I always wanted." You rest your head on their shoulder.

🎁 They nuzzle up to you and place a kiss to your forehead.

💫 A glee filled warmth fills you to your soul.

🔔 "I'm glad." They grin.

[anditwentlikethis]

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