#sad but true and very hard and lonely emotionally but also now i am giggling kicking my feet

[slasherscream]

also... bringing in the new year with good information... i have OFFICIALLY left my abusive boyfriend!

#bee talks #tw abuse #you can all clap very loudly #i got out officially in november but as we all know what abuse does to the brain i said nothing #just in case i had a moment of INSANITY and went back #sad but true and very hard and lonely emotionally but also now i am giggling kicking my feet #reading! writing! yoga!! backstreet's BACK alright

[mf-despair-queen]

Wishes Do Come True - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Summary: Dylan doesn’t expect all of his birthday wishes to come true when he is away from his girlfriend filming. But, they do and he couldn’t be happier.

Word Count: 14,778

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Public Sex, Make Outs, Romantic Hand Holding, Boob Job, Side Sex, Choking, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Bath Sex, Face Riding, Cowgirl, Doggy

Notes: Two days and 15k later. Happy 27th Birthday to our dearest Dylan O’Brien. I hope he’s been having the best birthday ever. And this, naturally goes toward’s @brien-odylan‘s Dylan Birthday Week. Hope y’all enjoy! Thanks to her, @roscoeknows and @lara-stilinski for lurking and helping develop the plot!

“I’m glad you guys are having fun filming. I’m sorry I can’t be there to support you and distract you like normal, Dyl. You know how work can be.”

Dylan let out an inaudible sigh into his phone, running a hand through his greased from sweat hair. His jacket scrunched up against his shoulders as he slunk deeper into his seat, beginning to dread the call he had made. His stomach churned with unhappiness, the sense of yearning he had unquenchable. He anxiously bit at his thumb nail, his eyes glued to the ground.

“Baby, it’s fine. You know you don’t have to be sorry. I can’t expect you to travel everywhere with me when I’m working. You have a job and you have to pay your rent, even though I told you to come live with me. You know I wish I could see your face every day. You know I miss you more than anything, almost as much as my Mets,” he chuckled solemnly. “But I get it. It’s nice hearing your voice though, especially when it’s super early for you.”

“It’s eight AM. It’s not that early.”

“It’s Saturday. You should be sleeping in, not talking to my sorry ass,” he teased. He smiled when he heard your giggle.

“I like talking to your sorry ass though. It’s a fine little ass and I love it very much. Just like I love you.”

The confession made Dylan’s heart stop, the frown coming again. “I love you too,” he whispered, fighting back a sniffle. “Fuck, I miss you so much, Y/N. It’s just not the same here without you. I miss seeing your face every day.”

“I know, Dyl. You know I miss you too. The bed is lonely without you.”

Dylan chuckled to himself, wiping at his eyes. He knew he was ready to cry and was battling not to. “Too bad you couldn’t come down for my birthday tomorrow.”

“I wish I could have. But Mr. Hartford wants me in the office first thing in the morning. We have that article to finish and he’s getting antsy about it.”

“You should have told him no,” Dylan grumbled. “Get someone else to do it.”

“But if I want that promotion-”

“I know, I know.”

“I promise we will do something when you come back, Dylie. We’ll go to a Mets game or to your favorite club. Whatever you want,” you told him. “I know you have a few more weeks, but we will do something the second you are back.”

“Alright,” he sighed, licking his lips. He glanced up to see the scene finishing, Kaya walking off set. “I have to go. They finished the scene they were filming so I’m probably gonna be needed. You know they can’t do anything without me.”

You laughed, imagining the smirk he held. “Ok, cocky asshole.”

“Hurtful!” he whined. “But seriously, I love you.”

“I love you too. I’m sending you lots of hugs and kisses. And I will give you a call tomorrow to wish you happy birthday.”

“You should do more than just call,” he implied, biting his lip. “I’d love to see you. In… multiple ways.”

“We’ll see. I have a plan for you, birthday boy. Don’t work too hard, alright?”

He heard you yawn, shaking his head. “I won’t. Get some rest, angel.”

“Bye, Dylie.”

“Bye.”

Dylan ended the call, dropping his phone with his stuff beside his chair. He let out a louder sigh this time, ruffling his hair. Being away from home for so long was stressful, especially when your loved ones are back in Los Angeles while he sat working in South Africa. He enjoyed his work and what he had seen of the country, but he was missing affection and love. Being away from you, his girlfriend of four years, made him depressed. And seeing as his birthday was tomorrow, August twenty-sixth, he had wished you would be able to come out to spend time with him. That was until you dejectedly spilled the news to him about work. You also told him that funds were tight, though he offered to pay for your ticket. Your stubborn attitude didn’t let him, naturally.

He felt alone. Sure, Dylan had his castmates. They were his second or third family outside his own family and the Teen Wolf family, but it wasn’t the same. He wanted to feel your constant, warming love surrounding him. He wanted to spend much deserved time with you since you had barely been able to see each other as of late. And he definitely wanted to indulge in a heaping helping of birthday sex where you rode him like a cowgirl, getting drunk on your kisses while his hands roamed every inch of your body. He wanted the things he could only share with you, but they were things he wouldn’t get this year.

Dylan wiped his eyes dry on his way towards the set, draping his arm around Kaya. “So. What scene is next?”

“None,” Wes told them all before anyone could answer. Dylan’s brow rose, jaw dropping in question. He glanced at a nearby camera that held the time, seeing it was barely after five pm.

“But don’t we have more to film? We had to do those retakes the other day-”

“We’re fine, Dylan,” Wes told the young man. He gave Dylan’s shoulder a firm pat. “We’re right on schedule. Ahead, actually. So, going home early isn’t an issue at all. Get some rest and be ready for tomorrow.”

“Oh ya. I love working on my birthday,” Dylan told him sarcastically, sticking his tongue out in amusement. “But you’re sure that we’re ok to head back now?”

“Of course,” Wes said.

“Come on, mate,” Thomas laughed, leaning on Dylan’s shoulder. “Don’t argue. It’s an early night off. We can head back to the hotel, order take out, take a hot shower, and sleep earlier!”

“I could definitely go for a good night of sleep,” Dylan hummed. He rolled his neck, shrugging his shoulders to ease the tension that had built up in them. “Well, we will see you tomorrow then, Wes.”

“Sounds good,” the director chimed. Before the cast walked away, he called out one last thing. “And happy birthday, Dylan!”

Dylan’s forehead scrunched together, but he thanked his boss nonetheless. He didn’t understand the point in wishing him a happy birthday now when he could easily do it the next day, but he wouldn’t dismiss the kind gesture.

Dylan ended up keeping to himself the entire way back to hotel, the heartache beginning to seep deeper. The others all talked happily, yet he sat quietly, lost his the sea of his thoughts. When the car dropped them off, he was quick to decline on the offer for chinese take out, telling everyone that he was just going to shower and sleep earlier. No one questions, but they gave sad looks to the man, sympathizing with the actor’s predicament. They watched him hurry into the hotel, making a beeline for the elevator without acknowledging anyone.

After an hour, Dylan had crash onto his hotel bed, freshly showered and not sweaty. The smell of mint and strawberry lingered in the room, the steam from his searing hot shower still wafting through the air. He took extra long under the rain shower just to relax and to clear his thoughts, though the latter didn’t happen. He barely managed to pull on a pair of shorts afterwards, feeling physically and emotionally drained from his constant anxiety and depression.

He grabbed his phone from the table, clicking it on to see the picture on his lockscreen. It was a black and white filtered photo of you both during a day at the pool. You both had confined yourselves to the jacuzzi, Posey cracking up that his OTP was having alone time. Your arms were around his neck, the actor pulling you into his side. His eyes were hidden by his Raybans and yours were shut tightly, your lips pressed to his scruffy cheek happily. When he unlocked his phone, you were inside as well, curled up on the couch in his California home in nothing but a Mets sweater that hid your shorts and thigh high socks. Your face was nearly hidden in your knees, one eye poking out and the corner of your smile peering at him cheekily.

Seeing your face made him want to call you like nothing else. He was tempted to facetime you just so he could see your face. His finger hovered over the button before promptly locking his phone and dropping it beside him, pulling his pillow into his hold instead. He resisted the urge, knowing that you were sleeping again from the time difference. He turned on his TV to distract himself, minding some mindless comedy on Comedy Central to numb his mind too.

The ringing of his phone broke him from his thoughts, begrudgingly grabbing it from the duvet. He was skeptical as to why Thomas was calling him since he was only a few doors down, but he slid the green button to answer anyway, pressing it to his ear. “What?”

“Come here please. I need help with something.”

“Do I have to?” Dylan asked tiredly. He didn’t want to move. “Can’t you ask Ki Hong or something.”

“You’re the only person i can trust with this. Please, mate. I need you help.”

Dylan groaned. “Fine. Give me a second to find a shirt.”

“You’re the best. Thank you. I knew I could count on you!” Thomas mused before hanging up.

Dylan hurriedly grabbed a black shirt from his suitcase, pocketing his phone and wallet that had his room key on his way out the door. He skirted down the hall to Thomas’ door, knocking loudly. No one answered the first time, Dylan growing increasingly frustrated. “Thomas?”

“Sorry, sorry!” his friend called on the other side of the door, opening it. The room behind him was dark, Dylan growing cautious. “I’m glad you could come. I need your help.”

“I’m here to help,” Dylan murmured sarcastically. He stepped in, the door shutting behind them. The men were engulfed in complete darkness. “Why are the lights off?”

“That’s what I need help with,” Thomas said. Dylan had to contain his scoff at the lame reasoning he was hearing. “I think my lights are out.”

“And you called me instead of housekeeping?” Dylan pondered aloud. Thomas only hummed in response. “Did you try the light switch?”

“There’s a switch?” Thomas asked.

“Seriously, dude?” Dylan asked again. He stumbled forward, cursing when he kicked a suitcase and the ironing board, tripping over Thomas’ shoes. “It’s right here. Somewhere.”

His fingers brushed the switch, hearing it click when he pressed it. The lights in the room flickered on, Dylan freezing when he was welcomed with a booming “Surprise!” Almost falling over in shock, he stared at his castmates - his Maze Runner family - that were sitting in Thomas’ room with trays of chicken, pasta and veggies, a case of beer on the table. Mario Kart was set up for nostalgia on the sixty inch tv. Some balloons were floating about, some streamers draping the walls while there was party confetti littering the tables around the food.

“W-what’s all of this?” he asked, peering around at his friends.

“We know you’ve been a bit down lately since Y/N couldn’t come and you aren’t seeing your family at all for your birthday. So, we thought we would try to cheer you up a bit by throwing you a birthday party early!” Will told him.

“We just want you to be happy, mate,” Thomas told him.

“We were planning to celebrate tomorrow, but this is better,” Ki Hong grinned.

“You guys didn’t have to do this for me,” Dylan muttered. “You know I hate celebrating my birthday.”

“Come on, Dyl,” Kaya whined. “Let’s have some fun.”

She pouted at the lead actor, making him chuckle. “Fine, fine. Crack me open a beer and decide who’s asses I’m going to kick in Mario Kart.”

“My man!” Ki Hong laughed.

Time flew by, Dylan beginning to lighten up. Alcohol was a godsend, his best friend at this time. It made his mind buzz and his strained body ease. His stomach was full and his hands hurt from the multiple rounds of Mario Kart that were played. Yet, his heart still felt empty with longing. All of the fun he was having, yet he wanted to share it with the one person that mattered most to him. You weren’t by his side to enjoy this with him, and that made him feel cold despite the warmth that came from the drinks, food and fun.

“I think it’s cake time!” Thomas said. Dylan stuck his tongue out.

“Guys, you know you didn’t have to get a cake.”

“What kind of birthday would it be without cake?” Will asked. “Come on, man. It’s chocolate with this Bailey’s frosting. It sounded superb.”

“I do like booy chocolate,” he chuckled. “Fine. One slice.”

“Oh no,” Rosa said, bringing it out and placing it on the table in front of him. “You have to blow out the candles. All twenty-seven of them.” She shook the pack of candles in her hand, popping it open to start placing them in.

“Oh God. You guys are crazy.”

He watched Rosa strategically place each candle, faintly hearing a phone go off behind him. He heard faint murmuring before Kaya spoke up. “Hey guys. It’s Ben so I’m going to go talk to him for a few. Go ahead with the cake. I’ll be back in a few. Leave the door cracked for me.”

“Got it.”

Dylan stayed put, watching as they finally started to light the candles. No one bothered to turn the lights down. They just broke into singing horribly to make the man laugh. When they finished, everyone around him began urging him to make a wish before blowing out the candles. Dylan didn’t to think hard on it. He knew exactly what he wanted. He had known for a while. So, even if it was pathetically unrealistic, he would still wish for it.

I wish Y/N could be here to celebrate my birthday with me.

With his focus on the cake and the wish he was making, he didn’t hear the door open and close and two - not one - set of footsteps approaching him slowly. Just as he blew out the candles, his world went dark, two hands covering his eyes. He blinked once, eyelashes fluttering against the person’s hands. He felt a pair of lips against his ear that felt both refreshing an scandalous, a shiver running up his spine.

“Guess who,” he heard.

He quickly snapped up from his seat, the hands falling from his face. He turned to fast for his buzzed mind, the world spinning and his body tumbling into the couch. But his eyes weren’t deceiving him. You were standing in front of him, giving your classic smile that made him melt. “Oh my God,” he mumbled.

“Hi Dyl,” you bemused cheerfully.

“Y/N,” he said. He rushed around the couch to face you fully, cupping your face. His thumbs rubbed your cheeks, getting a sense of reality. “You’re here. You’re really here.”

“I’m here.”

“How? Why? What?” he rambled. “How is this possible? How are you here?”

“I’ve been here all day,” you told him. “I got in this morning and have been in Kaya’s room waiting for… well, this.”

“So, when I called you-”

“I was here.”

“But, I don’t get it. How are you here?” he asked.

“Well, I sort of lied about the work thing. I wasn’t lying about funds, but everyone pitched in to buy me a ticket to come visit for a few days,” you told him. His brow furrowed, lips puckering in dismay.

“You let them pay for a ticket but you won’t let your boyfriend?”

You giggled. “Dylan, they flew me out as a birthday surprise for you.”

“Oh…”

“Yes. Oh.”

His smile grew, tugging your face closer to his. “Well, I’m glad they did then,” he whispered. “They made my birthday wish come true.”

“Did they?”

“They sure did. I wished just now that you could be here to celebrate my birthday with me. And, here you are. My wish came true,” he hummed.

“That’s good then,” you told him, arms wrapping around him. “You deserve all your wishes to come true.”

He pulled you into a kiss, your body melting into his. Unfortunately, it was short lived, Ki Hong making a sour face. “Save that for your own time. Like tomorrow when I’m not around to puke on you.”

Dylan pulled away, glancing to his running friend. “Tomorrow? What are you talking about? We have work.”

“No, you don’t,” everyone said. Dylan blinked.

“What?”

“Wes agreed to give you tomorrow off to spend time with Y/N. His birthday gift to you,” Kaya said.

“Really?” Everyone nodded. “You guys did all of this for me?”

“Of course,” Thomas said. “You’re family. We wanted to give you a nice birthday. And we knew this would be the best way to do that. You’ve been missing Y/N, so what better way to spend your birthday than sightseeing with your girlfriend?”

Dylan smiled. “Thanks guys. This really is a wish come true. You guys are the best.”

“You’re making me emotional,” Ki Hong faked. “Group hug!”

“Nope,” Dylan was quick to say, taking your hand. “We’re gonna head to bed. I appreciate everything you guys did, though. You are the best!”

“Be safe!” Ki Hong yelled.

“Happy birthday!” everyone else called, not bothering to fight the retreating man. They knew this would happen, but it was beyond understandable. The way Dylan smiled made the room radiate, his mood doing a full one-eighty. That was all they needed.

You laughed to yourself at Dylan eagerness, strutting into his room when he slammed the door, locking it. He looked out the peephole to make sure no one had followed from the party before backing into the room. When he turned around, he was met by your body, your form pressed solidly to his and your arms around his neck. Dylan sighed in contentment, resting his hands on your waist.

“Now, no one can disturb us,” he reminded you. His fingers danced against your waist, pushing up your tank top slightly. “So, you were saying before?”

“I was saying how much I love you and miss you,” you laughed. Dylan chuckled, knowing those words were never spoken, but he didn’t argue. He loved hearing them. You pushed up against him, your lips almost on his. “Happy birthday, Dylie.”

“I love you,” he said before pressing his lips to yours. The second they made connection, you melted in his arms. You pushed up desperately, trying to feel more of him, needing to feel his lips to yours. You pushed up harder than normal, the desire fueling your actions. The force from your push made him stumble backwards, his legs hitting the end of the bed. You both went toppling with short yelps, laughing when you realized what happened.

You laid on top of him, Dylan tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He gave a gentle smile, taking your chin in his hand and pulling you forward into a sensual kiss. You moaned instantly, tilting your head to mash your lips together better. It was slow to start, lips dragging against each other, disconnecting in subtle smacks that roamed the air around you. Your noses brushed with each kiss. Your hands threaded through his luscious locks and his tugged at your tank top.

You rolled around on the bed, the kissing growing into a more intense make out. Every roll of your bodies led to a piece of clothed shed from your skin, discarded precariously into the room. When you sat up together, Dylan on top, his shirt came off, yours following the next time you rolled over with you on top. His hips shimmied to wiggle free from his shorts, yours coming off much easier with Dylan’s skilled hands working on them.

Laying in just your underwear, you finally ended up in a single position with you straddling his hips, your lips feverishly attacking his. Lips parted so tongues could play, twisting together in a swirl of saliva. Your hips would roll into his, moaning into the smoldering kiss when his covered erection would roll against your core. The fabric you both wore impeded the connection you were trying to get to on instinct, only making you antsier and hornier. Your core ached and became moist, Dylan’s cock growing hard and straining against his underwear.

Dylan worked your bra off, tossing it behind you without breaking the kiss. His hands cupped your breasts, running the pads of his thumbs of the nipples. They were kneaded gently between his fingers, your moans growing more frequently and your rocking hips speeding up, digging deeper against him. Your nails scratched at his scalp, tugging at his chocolate locks.

“Dyl,” you murmured, pulling from the kiss. “Please. I need you. I need to feel you. God, it’s been too long.”

“Agreed,” he said, nodding at you. He placed another kiss to your lips, grinning widely. “God, I missed you. I’ve been dying to feel you in my arms again. I can’t wait to feel you.”

He rolled you onto your back, pulling off your cheekster panties. He scurried off the bed to rummage through his suitcase, finding the box of emergency condoms he brought with him. “Grab a couple,” you laughed, seeing Dylan’s eyes light up. The man came back with a small handful of the XL condoms, placing them on the table beside the bed. He pushed his boxers down to reveal his erect cock, tip red and shaft sticking straight out towards you. Dylan rolled the first condom on hastily, resuming his position on the bed over you, settled between your legs. You mewled in contentment when he slid through your folds a few times, getting the rubber lubricated.

“Ready?” he asked. You gave him a pointed look, Dylan chuckling. “I just wanted to make sure. I don’t just want to shove myself inside you and you aren’t ready for it.”

“I love how sweet you are,” you told him. “But, I need you inside me. Stop wasting time.”

“Temper, temper,” he teased.

The tip poked at your core once before he slid inside completely, bottoming out in one flawless motion. You moaned at the feeling, a smile forming on your face. You missed the feeling, suddenly feeling complete and full with him inside you. You missed how Dylan’s body would press to yours just as he did now, your limbs tangled together in a sea of twists and turns. You missed the way your hands molded together like they were meant to be, two jigsaw pieces linking together through laced fingers extended above your head. You missed the way he would kiss you whenever he got the chance, lips never leaving yours even as he began to thrust into you.

It was slow. It was tender. It was passionate. Every thrust of his hips so his shaft rubbed against your sensitive walls made you shiver and moan. Your body was burning and you saw fireworks popping behind him in an explosion of colors. His movements were somewhat calculated and not the way he normally would move, but you were enjoying everything regardless. Every emotion he had - every minute of you both missing each other - was conveyed and it was the focal point of the feelings you felt.

Sadly, the slow motion didn’t spur enough arousal for you. It only managed to turn you on more, your blood pumping with the plea for something else. You wanted to feel him pound you. You wanted to feel the adrenaline that came from sex with him. As much as you enjoyed the passionate sex with the man you loved, you wanted to get wild too. The need for ecstasy was uncontainable, making you want to feel the high you knew came with Dylan O’Brien.

“More,” you told him. His movements ceased for a second to stare into your eyes, seeing the lust that had formed with the need for release. That seemed to be the spark he needed, his eyes flashing a dark color and glistening with readiness. “Faster. Harder. Deeper. I love this passionate sex because I’m missed you, but it’s taking too long to please me. I need you, Dyl.”

“I can do that.”

He pressed his lips to yours in a fiercer kiss, his hips pulling back to slam harder into your core. Your moan was muffled, clenching his hands harder. The motions repeated, speeding up until he was rapidly pistoning into you, hitting the spots that always made you soar into the heavens. This was when he was able to hit your g-spot with every thrust, his hips clapping noisily against yours. Your hands disconnected so he could hold himself up, focusing on his powerful thrusts into you.

Even through the condom, he was sensitive. He would feel every inch of warmth and every moist drop you secreted. You loved the way your walls hugged his length, making his thrusts harder to accomplish, but he pushed on because it felt too wonderful to stop. He figured the time apart was the deciding factor. Not having seen you and feel you, not having been able to have sex with you for far too long, made everything ten times better than normal. He twitched at the thought of cumming inside you, a smidge depressed that he was still confined to the condom around him.

“Fuck,” he cursed lowly, feeling himself twitch against your walls. Your moans rang in his ears, his breathing increasing into heavy pants. His chest heaved, eyes closing to chase the high he was at. He barely felt your arms circle his neck and pull him close, you murmurs telling him that you were close. The second he sped up, you were goo and you were at that point that you were overcome with joy. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too,” you whimpered at him, though you weren’t sure if he heard. His forehead laid to your collarbone, sloppy thrusts pushing harder. The twitching increased, pulsing seeping through your walls to spur your high. You blinked back the dots of your high, letting out an ear piercing moan. Your juices spilled out around the rubber and your walls clung to him, your nails ending up down his back in trails of red scratches. Your core around him grew hotter, his cock sliding with ease from the wetness. He felt it all through the condom, though he didn’t fill you up when he, too, came. The strings of his hot, white seed spilled into the gap at the tip of the rubber, your tightened walls milking every last drop he had built up into the condom.

He stilled to let your both relax, pulling out and discarding the filled condom when your arms fell from around him. He chuckled at the lopsided grin you had, arms sprawled to embrace your happiness. You were exposed to him, Dylan’s eyes falling to your chest naturally. His tongue ran over his lips, any chances for his cock to go limp now squandered. He felt himself harder three times in that single second, his mouth watering. He loved your breasts beyond belief. They were the perfect size to him no matter how many times you thought they were imperfect through your relationship. They were perky with the nipples boisterous and upright. They were round and fit perfectly in his palms and mouth. He didn’t care if they were large or small because, in his eyes, they were the best breasts around. And they were all his.

He didn’t say anything when he leaned down, taking a nipple between his lips. You mewled happily, back arching into him as he ravished the bud with sucks, licks and countless numbers of kisses. Your hands wove through his hair once more, enjoying the way his lips tugged at your nipples when he pulled away, flicking it up and down before it was back in his mouth for another kiss. His hips ground against yours, feeling you shake in delight.

“I love your tits,” he mused, his hot breath fanning over your nipple. You arched into him in response, giving his hair a sharp tug. “You know what else I love about them? I love when they wrap around my cock and I can fuck your tits until I cum on your face.”

You shivered, licking your lips. “Well, what are you waiting for?” you asked, eyes glinting when you looked up at him. Dylan’s lips curled upwards in a devious smile, hips slithering their way up your body until he was resting over your chest, trying not to crush you with his large, muscled form. His fully erect cock rested against your chestplate, in the valley between your breasts. He slid between them a few times, Dylan adding a bit of spit, pumping himself with it, to lube himself for the task he was about to do.

“Hold them together for me, angel,” he commanded. You did as he asked, pushing your breasts together until they were hugging him completely, constricting his shaft between them. Dylan grunted to himself, tousling his hair in a single swipe of the hand. “Fuck, that’s nice.”

“Come on, Dylie,” you mused. “Give me everything you got.”

His thrusts were uneven and messy, shaft sliding in the gap between your breasts hurriedly. Even if it was the least skilled he ever was, he moaned loudly, almost breathlessly. You could see the pure joy on his face, knowing he was loving it just as much as you were. There was something erotic about the position, something sexy about him sliding between your breasts quickly. It felt odd at times, but it also felt uniquely marvelous. Your tongue poked out to lick teasingly at his tip when he neared you, tasting the precum that came out of it.

“Oh god. So good,” he moaned, speeding up. You moaned in response, trying to taste more of him between thrusts. You pushed your breasts together more, making the feeling around him tighter. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He seemed close, twitching sporadically against each breast. He seeped more fluids, making you mewl with every slurp you managed to get in. You were preparing for the beads of cum to dot your face, wanting to taste him on your tongue. You wanted to swallow every last drop that would inevitably land in your mouth, the remains dribbling onto your chest like a pearl necklace.

But it never came. He pushed your hands away from your chest, releasing himself from the breast gap he had occupied. He moved off of you, turning you onto your side with a swift yelp. You heard his hand slap onto the bedside table to grab a condom, his grunts and curses growing louder and more frequent when he failed in sliding the rubber on a few times, the rubber almost slipping from his hands a few times.

Finally managing to slid it on, you felt his chest to your back, your leg lifted and slung carelessly over his bony waist. The tip slid into you once or twice, sliding in completely before he left you vacant, his lips finding your cheek when you let out a string of whimpers and mewls. He slid into you entirely, seating himself as far in as he could. There he sat, taking a moment to slid an arm under your head and grabbing your breast while the other hand rubbed at your swollen clit leisurely.

“Dyl,” you moaned at him, turning to face him as best you could. He grinned, leaning down to place a lingering kiss to your lips, the two barely separating when he started thrusting. They skimmed to each other when your body shook from his powerful thrusts, his hips clapping into your ass and his balls hitting your folds. His hand on your breast gave a tight squeeze, pushing harder and faster. “Oh God, yes!”

“God, I love you,” he told you, burying his face in your hair, listening to you moan. He felt your walls contracting, spontaneously clutching him completely. The hand on your clit rubbed faster, increasing your moans in frequency and volume. The hand on your chest moved up to your neck, giving it a squeeze to keep you close to him. It wasn’t hard enough to restrict the flow of air, but choking you always managed to make you more wet, the pleasure you felt amplified to levels that were out of this world. You clawed at the bed, tugging at the duvet and sheets, hearing his ever so consistent compliments and confessions of love, mumbling things at you that he admired.

“Dyl,” you whined. “Kiss me. Please. I’m cumming.”

“Me too,” he huffed breathlessly. “You feel so good, angel. Fuck, you feel so good.”

He rubbed harder to your clit, nudging you to the final high you needed. Your were spilling around him with waves of arousal, your moan filling the room. You turned to kiss him, Dylan enveloping your lips completely in a needy connection. That was the flame he needed that burned the knot inside him, his grunt covered while he released into you - well, the condom inside you. He filled the tip of the rubber just as he did before, giving a few extra drops when he felt your toes curling against his lower half and your hand cover his that rested on your clit, giving a loving hold. He thrust until there was nothing left inside him, your body going limp in his hold slightly.

He pulled out and tossed the second condom, lying on his back. Your turned in his arm, resting against his chest. The man was still hard, already reaching for a third condom, preparing to push you back again and fuck you until you were seeing stars and fireworks. But you caught his hand halfway, stopping him. He blinked in confusion, turning to look at you.

“I’m tired,” you told him, letting out a loud yawn. “I’m still kind of jetlagged.”

“But-”

“No buts,” you scolded, tapping his nose playfully. It scrunched up in annoyance, wrinkling cutely. “Besides, you know there is more of that to come, birthday boy.”

“There is?” he asked, smiling gleefully.

“What kind of birthday would it be without sex?” you teased, kissing his lips lightly. “Just you wait. Definitely more to come.”

“Can I have it now?” he pleaded.

“Nope. You can wait,” you told the stubborn man. Without waiting for his protest, you curled into his chest, lacing your fingers with his against his stomach. He sighed to himself. Shifting your forms so he could cover your nude bodies with the duvet, he kissed the top of your head, turning off the light by his bed. “Also, happy birthday, Dyldo-Brien.”

Dylan glanced at the clack, smiling sleepily to himself. He felt the wave of exhaustion hit him when he realizing how late it was. In fact, it was so late, he didn’t realize it was officially his birthday. He hugged you close, nuzzling into your hair. “Thank you, angel. I love you.”

“Love you,” came your slurred response, both of you falling into a restful night of sleep that neither had in a long while.

~

“Wake up!” you screamed, jumping on the bed. Dylan groaned, burying further into his pillow. You huffed in annoyance, dragging the duvet off his bare body, giving his behind a firm smack. “Get up!”

“No!” he whined.

“Dyl, it’s your birthday! We have lots of fun planned for today! So get up!”

“Five more minutes.”

You pouted, staring down at the handsome man. Slowly, your lips curled and you said, “Well, I guess we can’t start off your big day with some sex. I’m just standing here, naked. Waiting for you to take me.”

“I’m up!” he yelped, sitting upright. He was rather disappointed when he heard you crack up, finding you fully dressed in shorts and a loose shirt that hung off one shoulder. You jumped off the bed, tossing him a pair of blue board shorts and a black shirt. “You’re a horrible person.”

“I love you too,” you laughed. Dylan fell back on the bed, making you huff. “Dylan.”

“Five more minutes.”

You sighed, moving to hover over him. He cracked an eye open, his smile tugging upwards when he saw you. You couldn’t stop your own smile, pressing your lips to his. Your hair ticked his face, Dylan ready to pull you onto the bed. You backed away before he could, pushing his hands from your waist. “Happy birthday. Now, get up. We have to be at the waterfront soon.”

“What?” he asked, rolling out of bed to get dressed. “Why?”

“You sent me pictures of that time you went boating when Julia came out to visit, right? Well, now, we are going!”

Dylan chuckled, pulling on his shoes. You already had bags packed, standing at the door with them in hand. You were bouncing, your sunglasses ready to fall off the top of your head. “You’re super excited, aren’t you?” he asked, grabbing his phone and wallet.

“Absolutely!” you chimed. You followed Dylan out of the room, tugging him down into a kiss in the middle of the hallway. His smile was obvious against your lips, making you melt into him. “I definitely look forward most to spending the time with you today. I have lots of fun things planned.”

“Is that so?” he chuckled, dragging you towards the elevator, taking the bags from you and throwing it over his shoulder. Your hands stayed interlocked the entire way out of the hotel to the car that was taking you to your destination. “We are going boating for a few hours. I figured we can go swimming a little bit while we are out. Then when we get back, I want to go shopping, or at least browsing. Just wandering around together.”

“What about dinner?” he asked.

“I figured we could go to Foxcroft. I think you mentioned it once, so I thought that would be a good place to go. Have a few beers and some food before we head back to the room for the night,” you told him.

“You really have this planned out,” he chuckled.

“Only the best for you.”

You were taken to the waterfront where a boat was waiting, both of you cuddling together when it left the dock. Dylan played with your hair while you took pictures, basking in the sunlight that rained down on you. Both of you wore sunglasses that hid your eyes. The ocean breeze flowed over your forms, you both sharing a multitude of laughs while you stared off into the horizon.

When the boat came to a stop, bobbing in the water, you escaped his grasp, leaving him sitting on the padded seat drinking his soda. He watched you like a hawk as you started digging through the bag, pulling out a towel. His eyes were trained on your backside, licking his lips.

Man, I wish she has that blue bikini with the white flowers on under her clothes. She always looks so good with that. It’s my favorite one she has, he thought to himself.

Slowly, you pulled off your shirt, adjusting your bikini top. Dylan gaped a bit, seeing the specific bikini on your form that he wanted to see. “Holy…”

“What?” you asked, wiggling out of your shorts. Dylan leaned forward on his knees to watch your hips shake from side to side, the denim dropped to the deck of the boat and kicked off.

“I love my birthday,” he muttered to himself. You heard him clearly, making your way over to him. “Birthday wishes are the best. Wishes come true, baby. And I got a true angel in front of me.”

“You, good sir, are being cheesy. And you aren’t drunk yet,” you giggled. You carefully straddled his waist, running your hands up and down his chest sensually, massaging his muscles through his shirt. “Now, why doesn’t we just take this off of you and get this party started.”

Dylan nodded, leaning down to kiss you. You hummed into it, letting him control it like he always did, even if you were on top. Your lips parted to let his tongue roam your mouth, his lips dragging along yours slowly and tastefully. When you disconnected, his arms raised above his hair, the shirt removed from his body and tossed away. His hands found your waist and yours rubbed at his shoulders, resuming the kisses you had started.

His hands move to your butt, giving it a firm squeeze through your bottoms. You mewled against his lips, rubbing your hands back down his body, feeling his muscles flex under your touch before playing with the hairs of his happy trail. Your heads tilted in different directions so your lips could smash together perfectly. Your tongues played between your cheeks, the kiss growing heated faster than you would expect.

Just as his hands started moving upwards towards your bikini top, you pushed off of him, hearing him groan in disapproval. “Angel-”

“Last one in’s a rotten egg!” you told him. You kicked the boat’s ladder into the water, placing your sunglasses with your stuff before climbing onto the side of the boat, jumping over the edge. You screamed happily, doing a pose in the air before you hit the water. Dylan had managed to pull out his phone to record you before you jumped into the water, posting it to the instagram he caved and made. “Come on, Dyl!”

“I’m coming!” he hollered, removing his sunglasses. He raced towards the edge, laughing when he went flying off the edge. “Cannonball!”

The water splashed you when he hit, knees tucked against his chest. He disappeared under the water, making you start to wonder where he was. “Dylan?” you called, treading the water as you spun in circles. You ended up shrieking when you felt his arms wrap around your waist, lifting you partially out of the water when he resurfaced. You peered down at him, gazing at the bright smile he had. “Well, hello.”

“Hello, my angel,” he murmured to you, letting you slide back down his body into the water. Your breasts were mashed against his chest, Dylan’s arms tightly clung to your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs circling his own waist. “Do you come here often?”

“I don’t,” you hummed. Dylan swam in circles with you in his arms, letting the water splash around your bodies in the coolness it offered. “But, I’m glad I came.”

“Me too,” he whispered, placing a hand at the back of your head, giving you a solid kiss that made your body melt happily. You eagerly returned the kiss, the two of you floating through the water for a long while, sharing kisses while swimming around the boat casually. The entire time, you were glad you were able to come, overjoyed to be spending time with the man you loved in a beautiful place such as Cape Town, South Africa. But, what made everything the best, was being in his arms, floating in the water and enjoying his birthday.

Around midday, you returned to town, heading into town to peruse the shops. You walked hand in hand through the streets, taking pictures together and of the things you saw. You roamed the street vendors, trying food and messing with the items you saw. You jokingly modeled some clothes to make Dylan laugh, buying things every once in a while as memories. You bought him Cape Town keychain that had his name on it as a joke birthday gift, the vendor giving you a discount when he learned it was your boyfriend’s big day.

“Excuse me,” some girls said, catching yours and Dylan’s attention. They were holding their phones, staring up at the actor with twinkling eyes. They seemed awestruck by the man in front of them. “Are you Dylan O’Brien?”

Dylan chuckled, nodding. “Yeah. I am.”

“C-can we, um,” one of the girls stuttered. “Can we get a picture please?”

“Um…” Dylan started, unsure what to answer. He felt bad. He was out with you for his birthday, yet he still managed to get stopped by fans. He turned to you, relaxing slightly when he saw the smile on your face.

“It’s fine, Dyl. I’m gonna go check out a store really quick. Just wait here and I will be back,” you told him. You gave him a quick kiss, the girls squealing cutely when they saw it. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” he called to your quickly retreating form. He turned back to the fans, giving them a completely genuine grin. “Now, how about those pictures?”

“Was that your girlfriend?” they asked. “Y/N?”

“Yeah,” he hummed dreamily. “She came out to visit and celebrate my birthday.”

“Oh, that’s right! It’s your birthday!” the tallest one said.

“Happy birthday Dylan!” they hummed happily.

“Thanks girls,” he told them wholeheartedly.

He took the camera from them, taking a selfie with them. He gave each of them a hug afterwards, signing a few autographs. People seemed to notice what was going on, Dylan getting roped into more pictures and autographs that made him antsy. He just wanted to get back to you and get back to spending time together.

When he finally escaped the crowd, he stood outside a store by himself, waiting for you to return. Glancing around, there was no sign of you, only making him sigh. He turned to the store he was standing in front of out of pure curiosity, trying to distract himself as he waited. He somehow ended up in front of a Victoria Secret-like store, the display in the window showing off a set of sexy lingerie. It made him choke slightly, mostly being caught off guard.

He stared at the display, admiring it slightly. He began to picture it on your, the dark blue silky material ending just below your ass. The bodice was partially see-through, lace rimming the top of each breasts and a flower-like design on the see-through material. It had a set of matching cheeksters that he wished he could see on you. He wanted to run in the store and buy the set, begging you to wear it when you returned to the hotel.

God, I wish I could see her wearing that. What if I just…

“Dylan~!” you sang, making him jump. Watching the man trip over his own feet and almost faceplant, you laughed, holding your bags behind your back. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine,” he stated. He glanced at the bags in your hand, quirking a brow. “So, what did you get?”

“It’s a surprise,” you mused. “You’ll see later tonight.”

“Oh, really?” he hummed with a wiggle of his brow. “Will I like it?”

“I sure hope so,” you quipped. Taking his hand, you began to drag him off down the street. “Now, come on. There’s this store I found that I think you might like. Or not, I don’t know. But, the clothes are really cool and I thought it’d be fun to try some stuff on before we go to dinner. Just as some entertainment for a time killer.”

“Lead the way angel. Whatever you want to do.”

“That shouldn’t be how this works,” you pouted playfully. “It’s your birthday, baby. I should be doing anything you want.”

“Well, I already got my wish,” he said, pulling you to a stop. You were spun back into his arms, the man placing a tender kiss to your lips. “I am here, on my birthday, with the most beautiful girl in the entire world. I am out with the love of my life. I am spending my birthday with you, Y/N. And that’s all I need, all I want, every year for my birthday for the rest of my life. I love you will all my heart.”

“It almost sounds like a cheesy proposal,” you giggled.

“Would it be so wrong if it was?” he teased. “Would you say no?”

“Well, no…”

“Good,” he grinned. “But, I’m not proposing to you. Right now, at least. I will keep that for when you least expect it and when we feel we are ready. I don’t want to rush anything with you, and even if it’s be the greatest four years of my life, I don’t want to push you into anything. I mean, I want to marry you more than anything, but I want us to be in a good place and I don’t want to hurry and get married. We can definitely wait.”

“You’re rambling,” you joked, making the actor blush. “But, I understand. Propose when you want, Dylan, and I guarantee I will say yes. Spoilers, I know, but you are the love of my life and I want nothing more than to be by your side for the rest of my life. Even if we don’t get married for ten years, I would stay by your side forever.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” he bemused.

“Maybe you made a birthday wish,” you teased.

“You’re a little minx, angel,” he laughed, wrapping his arm around you and leading you away to the store you mentioned earlier.

One day, I will marry this girl.

You pulled him into the store, pulling out random shirts you thought he would enjoy. You held a few against his chest to test how they would look before you dropped them back on the rack. You grabbed a few things that you could try on as well, Dylan laughing at how excited you were, videoing you occasionally as memories.

When your arms were full, you pulled him towards the changing rooms, glancing around cautiously. Dylan looked at you suspiciously, questioning what you were doing. With a tug of the hand, he was yanked into one of the vacant rooms with you, the door locked when it shut behind you. The space was tight, but there was enough room you could both move. You took the clothes from his arms, hanging them on the hooks in the wall, pushing him back against the wall.

“Baby?”

“Shh,” you whispered. “Don’t want to get caught now, Dyl.”

“What are you doing, angel?” he asked lowly.

“Giving you a birthday present,” you smirked, dropping to your knees. You pulled down the board shorts he was wearing. You pushed up his shirt with one hand, playing with the hairs on his happy trail. “Hold this.”

He took it from you, holding it against his chest. “Angel, is this really the best time-”

“Yup,” you grinned. “Now, don’t be too noisy, Dyl. We don’t wanna get caught. But, I’m a bit thirsty and want you to cum down my throat. Isn’t that something you have been wishing for?”

“W-well, I…”

“You were just telling me like, last week how you wanted to cum down my throat and how sexy I look when you’re fucking my mouth,” you quipped, running the tips of your fingers along his shaft. He was growing harder, cock getting thicker and longer with casual twitches, with every tremble he had from your nails running along his length. He grunted noisily, using a hand to cover his mouth. “So, don’t you want me to suck you, Dyl? Right here, right now?”

“Well, we could wait for the hotel-” he tried to say, getting cut off when you kissed the bright red tip that glistened with precum. “Or here works. Oh god, here works.”

You laughed, kissing it again. “You want to fuck my mouth, Dyl? You want to cum down my throat?” you asked him again, giving him the sexiest voice you could muster. “Do you want this gift from me right now?”

“Yes please,” he gasped. “You’re a horrible person for turning me on in public, but this is also super hot and now I can’t wait till we get back. I hate you.”

“That’s a lie,” you mused, stroking his shaft with your hand. He muffled his gasps of pleasure, giving you a sharp look that made you giggle. “You love me.”

“Ok, so I love you. And?”

“Now, I show you I love you,” you hummed. “Now, I make you feel good. I please you and make you happy.”

Dylan went to retort, silenced by your lips wrapping around his tip. He watched you with ever growing hazy eyes, mouth parting at the ecstasy he got. Your cheeks were hollowed around the head of his cock, sucking profusely at it. Your tongue smoothed over the slit, your moans at his salty, sweet taste making it vibrate. Your hand stroked him quickly, your free hand fondling his balls playfully.

“Holy fuck,” he rasped louder than he meant to, seeing you pull away with a glare. “Shit. I’m sorry. It was an accident.”

“Quiet,” you reminded him. “I know I’m good, but you’re gonna get us caught.”

“Cocky bitch,” he laughed.

You smiled, resuming what you were doing, this time bobbing along his shaft more. Dylan struggled to keep silent, wanting to dirty talk you through sucking him off. Instead, he focused his attention on watching you bob against him and the way your tongue swirled around his shaft, tracing up and down the pulsating veins happily. Your hands had dropped from his length and balls, circling his body to grip at his perfectly round ass. You gave it a few playful smacks that filled the room only, Dylan’s breathing increasing every time.

“You’re mean, angel,” he let out, threading his fingers through your hair. He aided your movements, bucking his hips forward to shove his length deeper down your throat. You gagged once, having to get accustomed to his length, but took it gratefully, feeling it hit the back of your throat repeatedly. You moaned, vibrating him completely, making him moan aloud. “Fuck.”

You hummed at him, trying to tell him nonverbally to let go. He was trying to hold back, prolonging the pleasure, and it was only ruining the mood by putting him in pain. You gazed up at him, meeting the honey brown colored orbs you fell madly for. The shared look was enough to tell him what to do, the actor’s eyes drifting closed so he could chase his orgasm that came rather quickly after he gave himself up to the bliss. You moaned, his seed shooting out and down your throat, sliding down it in waves of warmth. His hips stopped, but you bobs didn’t, slurping up every last drop he had. You willfully swallowed every last drop, licking your lips clean when he had nothing else to release.

You pulled back, seeing the man before you panting heavily. But he smiled; he had a gorgeous smile that showed his undying contentment and pleasure that resulted from what you did.

“Good?” you asked, helping to fix his shorts before standing up. He pulled you into a solid hug, kissing your forehead.

“Not good,” he mumbled. “Great. Amazing. Fantastic. Out of this world. Not just good. It was perfect, Y/N.”

“I love you, Dyl,” you said.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he replied. “Now, about these clothes…”

~

Dinner was a blast. The food was delicious and you had multiple drinks that made your mind buzz happily. You shared many laughs, feeding Dylan bites of your food from across the table. He got a free slice of cake for it being his birthday, his face red when you sang to him. You were glad there were minimal interruptions, only a few fans recognizing Dylan in the restaurant and cutting in with an apology to ask for a picture or autograph.

By the time you had left the restaurant, it was dark out, but it didn’t stop you from making one last stop on the way back to the hotel. You stopped to take a romantic picture to finish the night at the Company’s Garden, a main centerpiece of Cape Town. You took a few photos together in front of the monument in the middle of the botanical gardens. The one that Dylan instantly fell in love with was the one of you both kissing, smiles evident in the glow of the lamps around you.

You were ready to collapse when you trudged into his room, kicking off your shoes at the foot of is bed. Dylan placed the large number of bags on the table in his room, following your lead in kicking off his Adidas and ripping off his shirt. He fanned himself from the heat, cranking up the AC in the room. He rolled his shoulders, feeling his muscles screaming at him for being out all day.

“I’m going to be hurting tomorrow,” he joked, hearing you laugh. “That was a long and fulfilling day though. I definitely enjoyed myself, baby. So thank you for such a great birthday.”

He stood at the end of the bed, pulling you into a hug. Your chin rested on his stomach, looking up at him. “I’m glad, Dyl. You deserve it.”

“You’re too good to me,” he said, running his hand through your hair.

“I think you’re too good to me,” you laughed. “But, how about I draw you a bath? I bought this really nice bath salt while we were out that is supposed to help relax you, unless you are too manly for that.”

Dylan rolled his eyes. “A bath sounds amazing, but you don’t have to do that for me.”

“It’s your birthday. Let me pamper you,” you told him, tapping his nose. You stood and started for the bathroom, Dylan catching your wrist. You turned back to him, staring in question.

“You can pamper me on one condition.” Your head cocked to the side. “Join me in my bath please.”

You blinked before you smiled, nodding. “Alright. Then, after the bath, I have a present for you.”

Dylan whined, letting you lead him to the bathroom. “Haven’t you done enough for me?”

“Nope. This was all part of the plan, Dyl. I’m spoiling you for your birthday. So, deal with it,” you taunted him.

“I hate you sometimes.”

“I know.” you flicked on the light, staring in awe at the bathroom. “Man, I never can get over how amazing the bathrooms are here.”

“That’s what I said when we arrived,” Dylan chuckled. He sat himself on the counter, watching you start the bath. You ran out of the room, returning with a bag. He recognized it as one of the ones you got when you disappeared earlier in the market, his curiosity piquing at what was inside. Though you pulled the bath salts from it, he knew there was more hidden in the tissue paper.

You pulled his focus away from the mysterious bag, stripping him of his remaining clothes. You let him strip you in return, giggling when he showered you with kisses. He carefully climbed into the tub, extending a hand to help you in after him, You sunk into the hot water, nestling between his legs so you could lean back against his chest. His arms wove around your waist, the pair of you relaxing in the heat mixed with the lavender scent.

You laid your head on his collar bone, playing with his fingers. He kissed the side of your head, your head turning to him. He never blinked, he never took his eyes off you. And slowly, he leaned forward, kissing you passionately like he did everytime that day. His lips formed perfectly with yours, moving against them slowly at first to test the waters.

You straddled his waist when it started to get faster, your noses bumping with every delve in. Your lips were parted for his tongue to attack yours, circling it like a shark ready to attack its prey. His hands roamed your body, pulling you closer to him. Your core slid against his hardening cock, feeling it twitch into you. Your arms went around his neck, pulling his closer into you so you were flesh against him, scratching and scraping at his scalp. The hasty make out made the bath hotter around you, the feeling of his hands skimming your sensitive parts sending shivers up your spine. Your lips smacked when he pulled away for air, panting heavily.

“God, what I would give to be inside you right now,” he mumbled. He made your body roll into him move, grunting at the feeling it gave. “Fuck, I wish I could fuck you right now.”

“What’s stopping you?” you asked. You gave him a soft kiss, trailing your lips along his jaw. “No one is stopping you, Dylie.”

“But, I don’t have a condom,” he told you.

“Well, what’s stopping us from going bareback?”

Dylan pulled away, letting you sit back on his lap. “Well, you don’t like to…”

“But, it’s your birthday. And I know you’ve been dying for it. We haven’t done it for a while without the condom.”

“But, birth control?”

“I got a new shot a little over a week ago,” you hummed. “So, we should be ok.”

“Seriously?” he asked, gaping. “You’re ok with this?”

“I want to make you happy, Dylan. I know you prefer it. And, it does feel good, so it’ll be totally worth it. So, yes, we can go bareback.”

“You are a true angel,” he hummed, pulling you back into the messy kiss. You lifted yourself off of him long enough for him to align himself at your core, your body sliding down slowly. You moaned into him, stilling when he was hilt deep inside of you. Your lips continued to move against his in a heated connection, his hands kneading your breasts for a moment before finding home on your waist.

The thrusts started slow, your body rocking against his steadily. The water moved with your motions, swaying back and forth in time with your body. His cock slid in and out of you easily, the tip pressing to your sweet spot every time you seated yourself back on him. Dylan facilitated your movements, your hands on his shoulders to make your thrusts easier.

It sped up fairly quickly, his hips bucking up into you. You moaned at him, crescent-shaped marks left on embedded in his skin. The water splashing got worse, spilling over the edge of the tub onto the floor in noisy splatters. His cock dug deeper into you, making your stomach clench and your head spin. You moaned his name, Dylan’s moaning yours. Dylan loved the feeling of you around him without restriction, the sensation of sex a million times greater. You couldn’t agree more, your walls overly sensitive to his large cock thrusting up into you.

He pulled you into a kiss, the feeling overwhelming to him. His cock twitched, his stomach releasing the tension it held. His seed seeped into you in long strings, making you quiver at the warmth that ran through your veins. Your walls clung around him, milking every drop he had, adding to the juices inside you. Your juices spilled out around him, mixing in a sea of arousal in your womb.

Dylan slowed to a stop, peppering your face with light kisses. He removed himself from you, bits of your combined juices getting washed away by the bath. He mumbled multiple ‘I love you’s’ before starting to drain the tub, lifting you from the water. Warily stepping out, trying his best not to slip on the water that flooded the floor now, he placed you on the sink, wrapping you in a towel. He wrapped another around his waist, pushing the rest onto the floor to absorb as much water as he could. You couldn’t stop laughing when he tried to wring out excess droplets, crouching to clean the floor.

“Your fault,” he hummed.

“Your thrusts.”

“You enticed me into the sex,” he declared. He draped the wet towels over the edge of the tub, moving towards you. “But, you know, we can gladly continue this conversation in the room. Maybe in bed? And you can show me more about how you enticed me with sex so much that it made the water cover the floor from our bath.”

“I like that idea,” you told him. Dylan grinned, preparing to pick you up, but you stopped him. “But, I have a surprise for you.”

“You’re a mood killer.”

“You don’t know that,” you frowned. “Just go wait in the room, on the bed. You don’t have to get dressed because I have a feeling you will like what I have for you and we will be continuing what was started.”

“Well, I like that thought,” he mused. He kissed you quickly, heading out the door. “Don’t be long.”

You slammed the bathroom door behind him, the man laughing lightly. Dylan discarded his towel on a chair, not caring that we was nude when he fell back on the bed. He stared at the ceiling while he waiting, wondering what you were planning. He would only imagine what was coming up, his mind wandering to the depths. He played with his shaft as he dreamt of what things you had up your sleeve, keeping him semi-erect.

“Hey, birthday boy,” you broke into his thoughts. Dylan sat up on his elbows, eyeing your form from afar. You were leaning against the wall while twirling a strand of hair around your finger, giving him a seductive look. But he was awestruck by your attire. You were in the same set of lingerie he saw earlier, looking as beautiful as he thought you would. He licked his lips, never leaving your form as your strut towards him, almost like a model. “How do I look?”

“I love my birthday,” he breathed. “I have the most perfect girlfriend standing before me and I will never forget the sight I have been given.”

“I’m not perfect,” you fought. “But, I’m glad you like it.”

He pulled you onto the bed, hovering over you and pressing you back into the mattress. “Not like. Absolutely love and adore. It’s remarkable and I never want to forget it. It’s been burned into my memory so I can always see how beautiful you are.”

He slid down your body leisurely, tracing along the edge of your breasts before skipping to the end of the top. He lifted the bottom to find the matching cheeksters, casually pulling them down your legs. A tender kiss hit your folds, making you moan. He made his way back up to your face, giving you a kiss to the lips.

“So, did you have something you wanted to do?” he asked.

“There is,” you hummed, using all of your weight to flip him onto his back. “I want to please you.”

“I’m ok with that,” he breathed. “Definitely ok. What did you have in mind?”

“I want to ride your face.”

He blinked. “Come again? I think that’s me pleasing you, sweetie.”

“Yes and no. You like eating me out, and it gets me started for the rest of the night.”

“I do like the taste of you,” he hummed. “But, um… if we are going to continue…”

“Yes?” you asked. “What is it, Dyl?”

“Can we do it bareback still?” he asked hurriedly. “I-I’d really like that. It felt really good.”

“Of course,” you told him. “Whatever you want, Dyl.” You paused, biting your lip. “And it did feel really good.”

“I always feel good,” came his cocky remark.

You shook your head, adjusting his body into the position you wanted. When he was situated and comfortable, you eased up his body, lifting the bottom of the lingerie top. Your core was settled just above Dylan’s face, his heated breath hitting your core. It seemed to hitch once when it came right into his view, but he was proactive after that, giving it light kisses to get your juices flowing.

You placed both hands to the wall for support, sinking down onto his face more. His tongue dove into your instantly, earning Dylan a loud, rippling moan with the sweet taste on his tongue. The skillful article in his mouth twisted in circles inside you, running up and down your walls. He loved the way your body shook above him, picturing you clawing at the wall in front of you. He would surely get an earful for that, but he didn’t care at that moment. He was busy savoring your fluids, lapping at them attentively. The juices slid down his throat in waves, warming his body.

His blood was pumping harder the longer he ate you out, his tongue working to find the spots that made you scream for him. With the adrenaline in his body, the ecstasy that came from the oral, he felt his lower region throb. The pumping blood ran up up his length, making it harder and harder with every passing second and ever passing lick of your slit. It twitched against his stomach, begging for attention - more from you than from him, but it would take what it could get in that moment.

His hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it quickly. His tongue never stopped, managing to dip deep inside you while alternating to flick at your clit. His thumb smeared the precum on his tip, working himself close to a high. His hand wasn’t nearly as pleasing though. He wanted to feel you around him, your wet, tight pussy clenching around him while you bounced happily against his hips. Your breasts would bounce in time with your movements. Your hips would rock just like they did against his face, swaying to making yourself feel good. The thoughts made his hand and tongue go faster, but the pleasure was stagnant, making his insides hurt with craving.

He pushed you up slightly with one hand, his tongue retracting from your core. “Baby,” he let out. “Angel.”

“What?” you asked breathlessly.

“I don’t want to cum like this,” he let out. You were puzzled, crawling off of him. Dylan saw the look on your face, jumping to continue. “Not that I don’t like when you cum in my mouth, babe! I just, I want to feel you around me. I want to cum inside you. I loved tasting you, and I love pleasing you, but I want us to enjoy this together. I want to be in you, Y/N. So fucking bad.”

“Calm down,” you laughed. “I get it, Dyl. Just relax and let me handle this.”

You gave him a slow, lingering kiss, his lips still puckered when you pulled away. You heard his disgruntled moan when you straddled him, running your wet core against his shaft before sliding down on him, his cock vanishing inside you. He was fully sheathed in one fell swoop, your hips circling against him to make him moan.

“Holy shit, yes,” he gasped. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

You laughed, rolling against him. His cock slid free from your core before disappearing again when you slammed back down on him. Dylan grunted in approval, shaking hands taking your waist to help with your thrusts. Steadily - though it was quick as well - your thrusts sped up until you were bouncing on his shaft at high speeds. Your hips clapped together, mixing with the moans you both released to fill the entire hotel room. Your hands pressed to his chest, scratching down it in long trails of red.

Dylan pushed the lingerie up, sitting up long enough to lift your arms up and pull the top off of you. It disappeared into the room, lost from thought. The actor collapsed back to the bed, licking his lips when your thrusts resumed. With nothing to bind them, your breasts bounced with your new motions, Dylan’s eyes lighting up. He was drooling at the delicious sight, panting like Pavlov’s dog. He wanted to attack them, ravishing them with his lips and tongue, but he stayed with the sight alone, giving your behind a few smacks to get you aroused more.

His legs bent, feet pressed flat to the bed. His hands settled on your waist in a firm hold, his hips bucking upwards into you. You let out a sharp yelp of pleasure, leaning further on his chest. His hands on your waist kept you still, keeping you from moving so he could do the work instead. He was antsy, you could tell, so you let him command the sex for a bit. The feeling was way better with him leading anyway; he was able to snap deeper into you, hitting spots you couldn’t manage to with your own thrusts. And with that, you both were a mess of moans and yells, screaming for each other.

He hit your g-spot repeatedly, making your eyes roll back in your head. You yelled his name, Dylan grunting at the noise. Your breasts continued to bounce with his godly thrusts, your arms shaking to hold you up. You were seeing spots, Dylan managing to hit every spot that made you feel incredible. His balls flounced against your backside, the sound of skin on skin contact growing louder and more desperate.

Dylan abruptly sat up, adjusting you so your legs were around his waist. His legs were still bent and he had to lean back on his hands to keep himself up. But with your arms going around his neck, he was kept taut to your body, chests pressed to each other. He started thrusting back into you, your lips connecting in a sensual kiss. His lips dragged against yours throughout the entire connection. The aura around you was filled with steam and smelled of sex, but it radiated passion, excitement and happiness. It exuded love and you wouldn’t change anything. Your stomach was tight in a knot, ecstasy and bliss building from his powerful thrusts.

“Cum,” he commanded deeply, voice gruff and husky. “I can’t last much longer. Cum with me, angel.”

All you could muster was a nod and moan, hugging him closer. Your head disappeared in his neck, his in yours sucking dark marks to your skin. The thrusts he did were sloppy, pushing you both closer until you were unraveling in his arms. You kissed his neck just as your came, juices coating his bare shaft inside you. Your toes curled into his back and your nails dug into his shoulders, walls clinging to his shaft like life depended on it. The second Dylan felt your juices splatter out around him, he was a mess, melting himself. His seed shot off in strings of white, mixing with your juices inside you. His thrusts continued, though slowed considerably, riding out the highs you both felt.

He lifted you off of his lap, placing you beside him on the bed. You were sitting on your knees, still shaking from your orgasm. You were busy blinking away the dots in your eyes when you were pushed forward into the pillows, moaning when you were filled again. Struggling to glance back, you found Dylan staring down at you, already thrusting into you from behind. Your hands gripped at the pillows, tugging them closer to you.

“W-what-” you tried to ask, getting shut down with a screaming moan when he hit your sweet spot harshly.

“I’m not done,” he whispered, biting at his lip. “I need you, baby. I need to feel you, to hear you moan. Fuck, I need you to cum again. God, I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you let out. “I won’t last long though. You know what this does to me.”

“I know,” he chuckled deeply. “I’m still pretty sensitive. Two orgasms and bareback doggy style sex will have me exploding really soon.”

“Well, get to it. Make me scream, Dylan.”

“Damn, that’s hot,” he mumbled.

He thrusts picked up, his hips colliding noisily with your backside, making it jiggle. Your breasts still jostled with the movements, Dylan unable to see them moving this time. He was content with watching his cock emerge from your pussy covered in your juices before disappearing with your loud moans of his name. Your walls were tight from your tensed body having already cum twice and the angle of the position, amplifying the pleasure he was feeling. He hit your sweet spot, adding to the pleasure you both felt by slapping your ass mid thrust.

“Oh God, Dylan!” you moaned, shaking violently. “Oh god! It’s so good. I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Go ahead,” he urged, using one hand to circle your body, rubbing the swollen nub that was your clit. His other hand moved forward to tug at your hair so he could clearly hear your words amidst your moans. Your walls sporadically lung to his length, making it harder for him to concentrate when the coil inside him was about to burst. “Please, cum for me, baby. I want you to cum for my birthday. I wish you would cum for me.”

You let out one prolonged moan, juices spilling out around him. It was considerably less than before, but it was enough to soak into his skin and cover his shaft, giving him the warmth and moisture he desired. His body hunched forward, spilling into you with every last drop he could, his seed seeping into your core in drops of hot, white glop.

He pulled out of you, letting you collapse to the bed. He scurried off the mattress, ramming into a wall on his way to the bathroom. He wobbled unsteadily in his post-orgasm state, nearly slipping on bit of water he missed in the bathroom. He heard you laughing when he cursed loudly, shaking his head while grabbing a warm washcloth. His groin was cleaned before he left, find you having rolled onto your back on the bed. He gently cleaned you up, tossing the towel with his from earlier.

He laid next to you in bed, pulling the covers over you forms. You melted into his side, resting on his chest. His heartbeat was still fast, slowly evening out to a rhythmic beat. The sound was calming, allowing you to snuggle deeply into him. Dylan hugged you close, grabbing his phone while you both were relaxing into each other. He set his lock screen as the kissing picture you took earlier for his birthday, posting it on his social media accounts, grinning at his caption.

Dylanobrien: Best birthday with the best girl. Thank you for making this day unforgettable. I love you, Y/N.

He frowned slightly when he hadn’t received many messages from his friends back home, not seeing any from his family. He stared at the time, figuring there was still time for them to say anything. It was nearly midnight for him, so they were barely through their days.

“Y/N,” he said, hearing you hum at him. “Thank you for everything today. It was the best birthday I’ve had in awhile.”

“It’s no problem at all, Dyl,” you told him. “I want to make all your wishes come true. You deserve it.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I think now the only thing that would make this better was if everyone else was here too. I wish they could have been here to celebrate with us.”

He didn’t get much of a response. When he looked down at you, you were already asleep on him, your breathing evened out with your bare chest steadily pressing against him. Your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks as you slept, Dylan admiring your peaceful face. Carefully, he placed his phone back on the table, noting the time hit midnight just as he did. He brought you form closer to his, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Goodnight, angel. I love you.”

~

“Wakie wakie! Eggs and bakie!” you sang at him, shaking his side. Dylan groaned, shaking his head.

“I’m not falling for it again. You can’t seduce me this time, you evil temptress!”

You pouted, taking his hand and placing it on your bare chest. His head snapped up, gawking to find you still naked beside him. You gave him a fulfilled smile, sticking your tongue out at him. “You were saying.”

“Are we fucking again?” he asked sleepily, giving your breast a firm squeeze.

Before you could answer, you were pressed back to the bed, his lips on your chest. They moved along the valley of your breasts before finding your nipple, assaulting it with loving kisses. You moaned and arched into him, tangling your hands in his hair. The man took as much of your breast into his mouth as he could, tugging the erect nipple with his teeth and lips until it was hard to the touch, standing upright. He would swap between them, his hand slithering between your legs while his lips were preoccupied to toy with your now wet entrance.

“Dyl, stop,” you said, trying to stay strong.

“Why?” he asked, cool breath fanning your breast.

“Because I have a surprise for you.”

Dylan stopped just as his fingers were about to slide into you so he could finger you restlessly in the morning. He sat up to look at you, questioning what you had said. “Baby, it’s not my birthday anymore.”

“I know. It’s one last birthday surprise though,” you told him. “We need to get ready.”

Dylan groaned in annoyance, rolling onto his back. “And here, I thought I was about to get morning sex.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” you told him, kissing his lips. “You can even do it in any position you like. You know, like that one where my leg is up-”

“Stop trying to turn me on!” he cried. “Otherwise, we won’t be leaving anytime soon. You will be pressed against his bed ad I will be fucking you all morning long.”

“Fine,” you pouted jokingly.

You forced him to get dressed, fixing his hair for him since he refused to brush it in his laziness. The man reluctantly allowed you to drag him out of the room and out of the hotel. The car was waiting when you got outside, taking you to the beach not far from the hotel.

“What are we doing here?” he asked when you arrived, pouting while you dragged him through the sand.

“You’ll see,” you laughed. “Now, do me a favor and close your eyes.”

“Are you about to murder me and set me adrift at sea so I get eaten by sharks?” he teased, doing as you said. You were more careful now leading him through the sand, both of his hands in yours.

“You’ve watched too many movies, Dylan,” you laughed. You stopped him after a short walk, only the sound of the water hitting the shore sounding around him. “Alright. On the count of three, open your eyes. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ok. One, two… three.”

When he opened, he was met by a loud ‘SURPRISE!’ He blinked once, unsure if he was seeing things correctly. Standing before him was the whole Maze Runner cast and crew, Tyler Posey, his family and your family. They were all holding up blue and orange solo cups to represent his Mets, the decoir on the tables matching the theme. It was a breakfast feast with all of his favorite foods, with more ice chests of food for whatever lunch they were going to barbeque. Dylan figured the plan was a beach party, but he was flabbergasted at the people that were attending.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Happy birthday,” you told him, giving him a side hug. “I knew you’d want to see your family too, so I convinced them to come visit too.”

“You…” he started, tearing up. He pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head. “You are a true angel. I know I say that all the time, but you really are. You are the best girlfriend a guy could ask for. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Now, go greet your guests!” you told him, smacking his butt to make him go.

Dylan gave everyone giant hugs, thanking them for coming. He was glad to see everyone, even your family that he was surprised made the effort to travel half the work just for him. They were family to him, having welcomed him with open arms when you both started dating. But to see that they cared enough to fly to South Africa for his birthday made his heart flutter.

Your dad gave Dylan a firm handshake, pulling him into a hug just so he could whisper into his ear, “Have you decided when yet?”

“Not yet,” Dylan mumbled.

“Do you have it on you?” your dad asked. Dylan nodded. “So, go do it.”

“But-”

“Go. It’s the right time,” your dad told him.

Patrick O’Brien slid over, wrapping an arm around his son. “I agree. This is the best time, son. If you don’t get her now, you will regret it, I promise.”

“Are you sure it’s not too soon?” Dylan asked, messing with his fingers.

“She loves you,” you dad said.

“And you love her,” his dad continued.

“Alright,” Dylan let out. He pulled out his wallet, finding the item he kept safely wrapped for safety. He stumbled towards you, taking your hand. You had been in mid conversation with Rosa and Kaya, turning to see the honey eyes of your lover. “Can I talk to you?”

“Of course,” you said, the girls getting the hint and heading back to the group. Everyone seemed to quiet down, watching what was about to happen. It added to Dylan’s anxiety, but he cleared his throat to start.

“I know it’s not my birthday anymore, but I have one final birthday wish this year, Y/N,” he said, licking his dry lips. You watched him with wondering eyes, not stopping him. Slowly, he revealed the ring he kept on him always held between two fingers. It was a simple silver band, one large diamond in the center and four smaller diamonds lining the twisted bands. You gaped at it, tears filling your eyes. “I know I’ve been holding off, but I know one thousand percent this is the right thing to do and the right time to ask. My wish is that you will be my wife. My wish is that you will say yes right here and now when I ask you to marry me, to make me the happiest and most fulfilled man in existence. I wish that you will spend the rest of your life with me, have a family with me and let me love you unconditionally for all eternity.”

“Dylan…”

“Will you grant my final birthday wish, Y/N?”

Everyone seemed to lean forward, anticipating your response. It was like the spotlight was on you, waiting for you to reply. Dylan stared at you, biting at his lip, the hand holding the ring beginning to tremble. Dylan was scared he would drop it and embarrass himself. But, your answer came before he had to worry.

“I told you already that when you asked, I could guarantee the answer. So, the answer is obviously yes. Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes. I will grant your wish, Dylan O’Brien, and I will be your wife. I want nothing more than to marry you, have a family with you, and live every day with you by my side for the rest of my life.”

“Really?” he asked lowly. You laughed, nodding.

“Yes, Dyl. I will marry you.”

“Say it again,” he hummed, pulling you closer with one arm. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“Oh my God. I want to marry you, Dylan O’Brien!” you screamed.

He lifted you off the ground, hugging you close as he spun in circles, both of you laughing. Everyone around you clapped and cheered, a few whistling in approval. When your feet hit the sand again, Dylan slid the ring onto your finger, kissing it before cupping your face and kissing you. You could feel his smile, your arms weaving around his neck to hug him close.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because,” he mused, tucking your hair back. “Now I know that wishes really do come true.”

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The Soulless and the Soulmateless 1 (Changbin x fem!Reader)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

↠Word count: 3.64k

↠Genre: soulmate!au ; angst

↠Requested: yes; 《Wow I took up a lot of courage to ask you to write something cause I didn’t want to bother you but can you write a Changbin fic where he smiles through whatever pain he’s going through kind of like 17’s Don’t Wanna Cry? so a little angsty but fluff or character development could work too》

↠Warnings: verbal & physical violence

↠A/N: Alright this took so long! I mixed this request with an idea I had for a long time, so this scenario turned into a soulmate!au. It’s going to have 3 parts, so brace yourselves~ I’m not actually very satisfied with how this turned but whatever. The last part is pretty sloppy in my opinion as I wrote it now until 1 am. Anyway, enjoy!

↠A/N 2: I accidentally deleted it when changing my computer theme akjfkdjn I’m sOrrY

“Mom?” called Changbin as he stepped on the wooden floor of the hallway, gripping his blue plushie in one hand. The little boy heard quiet sobs coming from his parents’ bedroom, so he slowly opened the door, only to reveal the crouched figure of his mother. “Mommy?”

His call was never answered. The sobbing only got louder, the mother throwing the letter she kept reading over and over again on the floor.

“B-Bin, go away,” she whispered, her gaze still fixated on her hands, which soon reached her face to cover it. The little boy only stepped further and crawled on the bed next to his mother. She shoved him away, turning this time to face him. Her face was so red, that little Changbin gulped. “I told you to go away!”

The boy hugged Gyu closer to his body and took a look at the messily written letter on the floor. He hadn’t learnt to read properly yet.

But he could still read the last word on the corner. 아빠 (Dad).

》》

“You look awfully similar to your father,” Changbin’s mother mumbled from her seat at the table. He had to get ready for going outside with his friends. “So similar, it utterly disgusts me.” The fifteen-year-old only closed his eyes and kept on ruffling his hair, arranging it afterwards. Changbin sticked in his earphones before his mother could comment anything again. It became one of his habits.

Several years after the incident, and it still haunts Changbin’s mind. He was too small to process what happened back then. All he could see was the mysterious absence of his father, and her mother’s growing hate for the little boy. He couldn’t understand why, but now he does.

Sitting down on his bed, Changbin opened one of the drawers of his nightstand. He kept playing with the piece of paper, moving it between his fingers, until he unfolded it. He still remembers how he accidentally found it years after his father’s disappearance and hid it in his nightstand.

The boy was disappointed. He lost count of how many times he read the letter, but he still couldn’t believe it was real. His father, also his mother’s soulmate, her destined one, left both the woman and his son because he preffered the lonely life. And ever since then, Changbin’s mother despised his son’s presence in the house. He reminded her of his father, and it hurt too hard.

However, the pain was all hidden deep in his soul. No one outside his little appartment knew about the struggles he went through. Not even his closest friends, whom he trusted more than himself. Not even his friends, who slowly turned into the best brothers Changbin could ever have. He couldn’t bring himself to open up, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty because of it.

He fooled his friends, and himself, too. The slightest trace of sadness was hidden with wide grins, no matter how much his heart was aching. The louder the voices got in his head, the louder his laugh was. It was a neverending cycle Changbin couldn’t break. He didn’t find enough power within himself to do it.

》》

“Ayo, Changbin!” Felix waved, smiling brightly at the jet black haired. He nodded, mimicking the younger’s smile and joined the others on their way to their classes. “What’s up?”

“Nothing new,” Changbin simply stated, turning his face to see Minho returning from his little chat with his friend. He waved at the boys and clung onto Jisung’s arm.

Changbin found it funny how everyone seemed to complete each other. Whenever he was out with the other eight boys, he felt safe. He felt at home. Whenever he spent time with them, he could feel his mind clear up a bit, and make room for happiness, too.

The hardest part at the end of the day was to return home. It was struggling to sneak through the house to even eat. It was doing homework with the music volume turned all the way up in his earphones, to cover either his own voices or his mother’s one.

“Binnie, you okay?” asked Minho. “You seem a little bit lost in your own thoughts.”

The boy blinked a few times and woke up to reality. There was no way he could let his true feelings get to the surface. “There’s nothing, really, I was sleeping so well before the alarm went off and I’m still half asleep,” he lied, earning an understanding look from the older.

“Man, me too!” Jisung suddenly barked, loud like usual. “That damn alarm only goes off when I reach the best part of my dreams!”

“Mind telling us one of your dreams, young man?” Chan cocked an eyebrow at the younger’s sudden mood change. Jisung slowly averted his gaze to the ground.

“Hyung, that wouldn’t be too appropiate,” he started and Woojin gasped, covering Jeongin’s ears.

“Jeongin and I need to get going, goodbye~” he hurriedly chirped, shoving the youngest away from the group. Changbin shook his head, finding his own lips curve into a smile. A geniune one, a smile that only his brothers could bring.

》》

Changbin’s head hung low, his eyes meeting the slightly dusty surface of his kitchen’s floor. “You’re hungry?” his mother asked, the boy’s heart aching at the obvious trace of sarcasm in her tone. “Go buy your own stuff, don’t expect me to do anything for you!”

He simply nodded, storming out of the room and of the small appartment to the nearest convenience store. He was lucky he kept the small amount of money he won a few weeks ago in a silly bet with Jisung, or else he would be either starving or stealing from the shop.

It didn’t ever happen to him to steal. But sadly, he considered it an option in extreme cases like this. Changbin kept wandering through the various isles, eyes darting different things. Yet none of them seemed to appeal him.

Sighing, he took the money out of his pocket and counted every bit of it. “I’d better save it than waste it, shouldn’t I?” he whispered to himself before stuffing the amount back in his pocket and leaving the convenience shop. He chose not to eat, and surprisingly his stomach got louder than his voices. It was, in an odd way, soothing that something other than music managed to cover the loud screams in his destructive mind.

He collapsed in his bed and called it a day. No matter how much he wanted to simply run away from everything, he remained in his desperate state. His heart was racing at several miles per hour, yet he somehow remained calm. In moments like this, the boy couldn’t even understand himself.

If not even him could descipher the weird feelings bottled up inside him, then who would? That’s why he thought opening up to someone would be completely pointless. He was nothing but a blur to himself; how could anyone else understand him if he couldn’t? Changbin has lost his trust in people, ever since both his parents betrayed him. Ever since his father left him physically, and his mother emotionally. He missed being loved, but reviewing his life in the past years made Changbin realise that happiness wasn’t meant to last long for him.

The black haired closed his eyes, taking in the darkness that his eyelids brought. An image of him meeting the other eight friends for the first time flashed through his mind, making his eyes open and stare at the ceiling.

It felt like yesterday. It was quite ironic how happy moments seemed to fly so fast. They passed in such a rapid pace, that Changbin almost couldn’t remember much of them. Instead, he wished cold, dreadful days wouldn’t pass so slow. It seemed like it was life’s intention to test the boy’s patience and limits, stretching them to an extent where he would break down and lose himself. They lasted so long, that Changbin was more than sure he couldn’t stay sane anymore. They kept burning, turning everything into ashes, yet remaining so vivid in his mind.

There were many times happy memories were easily covered with unpleasant ones. Geniune smiles were easily forgotten, as the numerous times the jet black haired cried alone, in his room, kept replaying over and over again. He hated himself for this. But, the more he tried to escape from this dark pit, the more he sank in it.

》》

“Will you stop screaming?” Minho growled at Jeongin, who was spinning and laughing and radiating with pure happiness.

“No, hyung, I met my soulmate!” he squealed, twirling a few more times before finally sitting down on the pavement next to the other boys. Everyone giggled at the younger, except for Changbin. He only kept quiet at the announcement.

No one apart from the principal knew about his father. Not a single one from his friends knew about his leaving, or about Changbin’s awkwardness when it came to soulmates. It was a sensitive topic to him, hence everything that happened in his family.

He didn’t find the soulmate keys interesting anymore. When he was small, he would often fantasize about him meeting his soulmate, but now his interest was completely gone. He was grateful he hadn’t even found out his soulmate key; maybe he didn’t have one.

“Congrats, little man!” Chan cheered, patting Jeongin’s back. “Now we have Changbin and Minho left,” he continued, eyeing the two.

‘I couldn’t care less,’ Changbin thought to himself, 'I’m still praying I don’t have one.’

And, to his dismay, the day he found out his soulmate key soon followed, only with a twist. His was a painful one, which only worsened his current state.

Chemistry class was always a boring one, except for the days they would do experiments. Otherwise, the theory was anything but interesting. Changbin was about to drift into sleep, trapped in his own train of thoughts when sudden pain could be felt coming from the back of his palm. He squealed, squirming in his seat at the growing bruise. Minho turned in his direction, eyeing the younger who stared in horror at the mysterious wound.

“Changbin-ah,” he whispered. “I think that’s your soulmate key.”

The black haired gulped. He banged his head on the desk, earning a few glares from people around him, but he was too lost to even notice. He patted the purplish skin, trying to cease the pain. That was it, the boy had a soulmate, and the thought couldn’t terrify him more.

He was grateful, though. Thinking more about his soulmate key, he came to a conclusion. After all, physical pain would feel nothing for him. He had never felt it, only when accidentally falling or bumping on corners of furniture, but he was more than sure it wouldn’t bother him as much as his thoughts did. Words stab deeper than a knife would.

What mattered was that his soulmate was safe. His soulmate was already protected from any form of pain, and Changbin couldn’t feel more grateful. The boy’s bruises weren’t physical, like his soulmate’s ones.

They were emotional.

》》

Seungmin glanced at Changbin’s head, staring intensely at the forming bruise. “Hyung, look!”

He turned, watching his own skin being painted in purplish blue shades. He sighed, patting the area, then returning to whatever Woojin was trying to say. Only this time his mind wasn’t with the others, it was far from the room, thinking deeply. Changbin tried to convince himself that maybe the wounds were accidental, but something inside him screamed that his soulmate couldn’t be that clumsy. He brushed off the thought, sitting up from his chair to head to the bathroom.

Changbin turned on the tap, splashing some cold water on his face. He still couldn’t manage to get rid of the sleepless nights, so it began a habit for him to make a trip to the bathroom every break. Glancing at the mirror, he gulped at the rosy mark on his cheek, which slowly turned into a purple one. He found himself patting the bruise, his sharp gaze softening at the thought of his soulmate getting hit. He then flinched, realising his sudden burst of care, and retracted his hand.

Changbin sank in his seat, listening to the information his geography teacher wanted to plant in his students’ minds. He felt slightly guilty that, among all of them, he couldn’t manage to focus on anything. Everything he heard seemed to get through an ear and leave through the other one, not even a slight bit sticking to his brain. His teacher’s voice soon couldn’t be even heard, as his own mind took over.

“Changbin,” the boy shot from his chair, his heart jumping from his chest with the sudden call. “Mind if you paid attention to what I’m teaching?”

“Yes, Mr. Kwon…” he mumbled, grabbing his pen to scribble down everything written on the blackboard. The teacher looked at his student, shaking his head slightly at his poor state.

》》

“I’m going out with Chan and Jisung,” Changbin’s voice was flat, as he stopped in front of his mother. She only scoffed and eyed him cautiously.

“Who told you you deserved to go outside?” she questioned, cocking an eyebrow at her son. He only sighed and tried to get past her and leave the house, but his limbs froze at her words. “Do you know how happy I am for your soulmate key?” his mother chuckled, taking a seat on a chair from the kitchen.

“What do you mean?” he asked sternly, locking his gaze with hers.

“I think life acknowledged my thin body,” she started, smiling, “I’m too weak to hit you, so I think life decided to take care of that and give you this soulmate key. Including a physically abused soulmate.”

Changbin gritted his teeth, gripping the side of his sweater tightly until his knuckles turned white. Indeed, his mother was right. That’s what he will only ever deserve, pain. The black haired nodded, lowering his head and stormed out of the house. He fished his phone out of his jeans pocket, dialling Jisung’s number.

“Hi, dude, is ev-”

“Jisung, would you mind if I stayed over at your place after we hang out?”

“No, sure, why would I? Is everything alright?”

“Yes.” he shortly replied and hung up after seeing Chan waving at him. He didn’t realise he was walking that fast, yet he already was at the bus stop where they were supposed to meet. Putting on his oh-so-familiar smile, Changbin joined the two and headed to the city centre.

Yes, he may deserve pain. He may be such a burden to his mother that he began to hate himself, too. But he couldn’t let his friends down, ever.

》》

“Holy f-” Jisung began, but was cut off when Changbin jumped from his side of the bed. “Hyung, go to the sink, quickly!” he yelled, sprinting around the house to find his first aid kit. The younger felt shivers running up his spine as images of Changbin’s arm bleeding kept flashing in his mind. Having that kind of soulmate key was completely terrifying to him.

Changbin cursed under his breath as he let the ice cold water run over his open cuts. He didn’t know why, but he felt tears stinging his eyes at the scene in front of him. It was intriguing for him that the physical pain was soon forgotten, his attention turning to the ache in his heart. He was behaving weirdly everytime he found a new bruise from the unknown person, but never to the extent where his insides felt uneasy. Changbin was worried, and with every second passing, he felt his heart beating faster for his soulmate, even though he promised himself to never get attached to a person like that. Seeing his own family shattered, he was afraid to even think of starting one. But he knew he couldn’t run away forever.

The younger came with the first aid kit, panting heavily as he opened it and grabbed Changbin’s arm. “Changbin-ah,” Jisung cooed while gently clearing the blood. “What did you do to deserve this?” he mumbled, eyes fixated on the wounds.

Changbin only inhaled. He couldn’t break down, he didn’t want to, but he was on the verge of tears as soon as he heard the younger’s question. The words kept repeating in his mind, until the black haired dropped his head and bit his lip harshly to stop it from quivering. “Hyung?”

Jisung stopped and stared at the boy in front of him. He noticed something was off, and sighed when the older wasn’t saying anything. After wrapping his arm, Jisung lifted Changbin’s head, his breath hitching at the sight of the boy almost crying. He pulled him into his embrace, and that was when Changbin couldn’t hold in his emotions anymore. He let them spill and ruin the younger’s shirt, while his hands found their way to Jisung’s back. He was holding onto him like he was afraid of losing him.

Truth be told, Jisung was the first person to ever see Changbin shedding tears, let alone breaking down into sobs. “It’s okay, Changbin hyung,” he whispered, his hand moving soothingly on his back as he tried to calm the older down. “It’s okay.”

If only Jisung knew about all his struggles. If only Jisung knew about the craving for death Changbin felt while being home. If only Jisung knew about the desire Changbin had to simply run away and never come back again. He didn’t know any of these, believing his sudden break down was because of the soulmate key. But it wasn’t.

》》

Changbin coughed loudly while looking for cereal in his kitchen. His mother turned to the crouching figure of his son, smirking as the boy clutched at his stomach. “See?” she began as Changbin coughed again and squeezed his eyes shut. “I didn’t believe there would be another scum like you in the world. And it seems like life wants to get rid of both of you.”

“Fuck off, mom.” he muttered, still grabbing at his sweater. Changbin tried to ignore the annoyed expression on her face, this being the first time he cursed in front of his mother, and slammed the cereal box on the kitchen counter. After grabbing his bowl to leave to his room, he almost dropped it. “I hope you die as soon as possible, Changbin. I lost all my happiness because of you and your stupid damn father.”

He closed the door quietly, placing the bowl on his desk. Changbin then patted his stomach, sitting on his bed and opening his nightstand’s drawer. He only looked at the folded letter his father left, and then looked back to his bruises.

Lifting up his shirt and throwing it on the mattress, the black haired looked in the mirror. Small cuts and purple bruises were sprinkled everywhere on his stomach and sides, making the boy sigh deeply and pat each one of them in a gentle manner.

“Don’t worry, soulmate,” he began, feeling a pang at his chest as he spoke with a small voice. “I-I’ll never be like dad.”

He turned to his bowl of cereal, munching on it while thinking of a way to escape for that day. He smiled lightly, placing the bowl down between the mess of his books and plopped in his bed. Changbin missed getting naps, and the unbearable itch in his eyes only helped him to fall asleep faster, while caressing the cuts on his arm.

He shot up from his bed after seeing the clock going past seven in the evening. It began to get dark outside, as several street lamps shone and bathed the small neighbourhood in light. Changbin ran a hand through his hair, quietly opening his door to get to the kitchen again. As he entered the cramped room, he inhaled the smell of smoke and alcohol coming from his mother. “Mom, did you drink?”

She only smirked, making Changbin step back cautiously. The woman giggled at his vulnerable state, stepping forward after stubbing out her cigarette. It didn’t take Changbin longer than a second to rush out of the kitchen and then out of the house.

He wandered along the deserted streets, mindlessly humming a song which got stuck in his mind. The boy didn’t even notice when he got to the end of the city, lying against a tree. He stuffed his hands in his pocket, looking in front of him as though he was searching for anything to distract him from his mind. His eyes only met darkness, slightly faded by traffic lights which shone in the distance.

His wrist started burning, as if someone gripped tightly at it, but then the pain disappeared in a second. Changbin glanced down at his now trembling hands and balled them into a fist. He closed his eyes, finally taking in the peace of the surroundings, when the faint sound of steps flooded his ears.

The boy’s eyes widened at the fast pace of the steps, getting ready to defend himself. A shorter body bumped into his, both of them screaming in fear. The startled look in their eyes somehow managed to calm them down.

In front of Changbin, a girl panted heavily. “What the fu-”

“Quick, go!” she only whisper yelled, pushing the black haired further into the darkness. The boy didn’t understand the rush, but didn’t hesitate to do as told. They finally stopped when the only sound they could hear was crickets hopping in the grass.

“Ran away?” Changbin asked calmly, observing the younger’s features. She was wearing a long sleeved shirt and jeans.

“F-from them,” she mumbled, meeting her gaze with Changbin’s, who only furrowed his eyebrows.

“Them?”

“The soulmateless. They’re chasing me.”

[Part 2]

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Begin at the beginning - (Thorcid fanfic)

A\N: It’s a sorta late halloween treat! 🎃

Thank you @fashionclownn and anon for the prompts:

 “Look, I dressed up as you.” 

“I’m the tall dark stranger your parents warned you about.”

This fic had many inspirations, but mostly Acid’s bunny look and Thorgy with the most wanted t-shirt ever. 

As you know, you you liked let me know! Thorcid crops are dying and I could use some love.

“Begin at the beginning," the King said, very gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop.” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland 

It was never a hard task for Shane to connect with people. People can be one of a kind, but Shane was one of many kinds. A lonely existence perhaps, that could be not so lonely when finding someone he shared many things in common.

There was no way to avoid it. Jamin felt it in the air. He began to lose him piece by piece, just slipping through his fingers. After All Stars 3 a switch was pressed. Drag Race always changes everything in one try out, if you get the chance to come back it’s a damn revolution.

Shane was the one to confess.

He got emotionally involved with Trixie and the one night they had a gig together he wasn’t able to control himself anymore. He cried and asked Jamin to forgive him, begged on his knees, that it was just a fling but it was just too much.

He had not only cheated on him, but cheated with Trixie. Fucking Trixie Mattel, the constant ghost of his life.

Jamin cut him loose.

The day of his fortieth birthday he got a card from Shane. He read it and rip it. The facade behind Acid Betty was that Jamin had the sweetest fairy tales illusions. That when he would turn 40 he would have someone to share his life with because he really believed that was possible, but instead of that he had meaningless sex with someone that wasn’t Shane for the first time. He was completely hammered, covered in sweat in the small bathroom stall, the dim light, or was it just dark in his head?  The much younger man was eager had bleached blond hair, and was grinding harder on him, the birthday hat both were wearing on the floor. He was hard and what’s his name was determined to make him very happy. But there was a wave inside of him, that kept coming back and getting bigger. He still loved that mothefucker so much.

The worst thing about their break-up it wasn’t because Jamin didn’t love him anymore. It wasn’t because there was no desire. The ultimate betrayal was the lack of sighs of the upcoming disaster.

He impatiently grabbed the younger men by the ass pushing him against the wall trying to break the ocean.

A blink of an eye and it was Christmas.

The colorful lights in New York reached a new dimension. Christmas in New York has always been the most magical experience. Time heals everything is not true. At least not in such simple terms. Times heals without you being aware of it. One day the pain paralyses and breaks you in thousand pieces, and the other day the pieces crawl back together. The other day you’re whole again, all stitched and glued. Just like that.

Thorgy and Trixie were in a mini Christmas tour together. Jamin had no idea if they were in a relationship, and he honestly didn’t care. He was involved with new projects and planning of moving out of New York. That city was stained. Brooklyn was a cursed territory.

But ghost of past Christmas was there.

He was having a drink in the bar with some friends and on the TV hanging on next to the drink shelves they were showing many RuGirls presentations. When he raised his head to see who was going to be the next, the duo of musicians were there.

Trixie was sitting on a stool with her guitar, a colorful flowered dressed with long sleeves and white boots and Thorgy was sitting next to her following the song with the violin. She was wearing a red sequin dress with a big bow she wore last Christmas tour, but with a beautiful styled blond wig.

Jamin suddenly couldn’t hear the noises around him, as if there was only the TV in front of him. Trixie was singing looking at Thorgy and the audience and  had a sweet smile. The same sweet smile Jamin saw countless times at home. When Shane was his home.

He kept looking at Thorgy’s expressions, and the image was getting closer and closer, and he could see a sort of sadness in his eyes and the picture was zooming more and more until, there was only his eyes, all grained like they were trapped in a 60’s tv show.

*

Jamin woke up with a big gasp as the air filled his lungs again.

He was laying on his couch, his glasses all crooked on his face. There were drawings all over the coffee table with sparkling stones all over it . A bunny ears head piece was half beaded on the corner of the table.

He checked the time in his cellphone, almost 2 AM. Shane was out for Alotta’s auction and he said he was staying in but Jamin had a bad taste on his mouth. His stomach was aching and when he checked himself in the mirror he was pale as a ghost and his skin positively zombie-ish.

The urge to vomit was building up and before he realized that he was feeling sick too fast he ran to his bathroom toilet and threw up all the pizza and wine he had earlier for dinner . He hugged the toilet for awful two minutes after three big sprays of vomit making he feel like Linda Blair.

He leaned on the wall sitting on the cold tile, his head spinning fast. When he closed his eyes Thorgy was fucking Trixie in a bedroom that looked like the cabin from Evil Dead and then he opened them fast, panting. What the fuck was in that pizza? He didn’t even drink the whole bottle of wine.

He dragged his body to the living room again collapsing on the couch. He was feeling cold and didn’t want to get up again to grab some water. He accepted his destiny of dying in that couch when he heard the door opening and Shane coming in, his leather bag full and a tray with cupcakes on his hands.

“Girl, the auction today was so much fun! Alotta asked why didn’t you come and called you Gollum. You need indeed to get out more...”

Jamin has been in a very creative state lately, and since he was the one making everything and their travelling schedule was busy, Thorgy in gigs, and Acid in the Werq the world tour,  he gladly welcome isolation in his studio when he was at home.

Shane was putting everything on the kitchen table and not noticing that Jamin didn’t even move from the couch. He kept babbling about the people he saw there and how some of them were treating him differently because of AS3 when he joined Jamin in the living room.

He had the tray of cupcakes on his hands and he was wearing Jamin’s new Mickey hoodie. Also he didn’t remove all the traces of makeup because he still was wearing a bit of eyeliner and his lips were still red as if someone just kissed him.

“What’s wrong?” Shane noticed putting the tray on the coffee table and sitting in front of him on his knees and pressing his palm on Jamin’s forehead. He removed his glasses to take a better look at him and he looked zoned out.

“I felt sick...threw up everything...maybe there was something on the pizza I don’t know” he replied slowy as Shane caressed his face. He was still feeling cold with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Poor baby” Shane pouted rubbing his forearms to make him feel warmer. Jamin reacted weirdly about Shane touching him. The fresh nightmare still resonating in his memory.

“Is that my sweater?” Jamin noticed also that Shane was wearing his black beaded pants. “And why are you wearing my pants?”

“Yeah!” Shane replied excited  closing the zipper and showing the Mickey print. “I dressed up as you since you’re not going out anymore. Happy Halloweeeeeen!” he giggled opening his arms in a big ta-da and then kissed the tip of Jamin’s nose. “Your friends miss you” he confessed stroking his chest in circles. “And I miss you”

When Shane leaned to kiss him it was too overwhelming. Jamin leaned his head to the side and winced pushing Shane away.

“Vomit breath” he justified. Shane’s smile faded awkwardly.

“I was just giving you a peck, relax” Shane got up a bit irritated with his rejection.

Jamin closed his eyes in regret. He had no idea why he was treating Shane like garbage lately, and maybe the dream was his own unsolved issue with Trixie and the fact that he was feeling jealous of Thorgy’s connection with her. Trixie was the constant mistake he had to deal with. Their relationship was friendly, but he would always be the bitch that came for the most  beloved doll.

And he was afraid again she was going to stain the thing he loved the most.

It all made sense now. Even though he was still feeling sick. He observed Shane checking his phone standing up and he gathered forces to sit up too. He saved him cupcakes and looked adorable with Jamin’s baggy pants and hoodie.

“Thorg, sorry, It’s just the sickness speaking... I feel like there’s an alien inside of me”

Shane left the room and came back with water and some pills. He sat on the coffee table in front of him and Jamin laid again on the couch. Shane wasn’t as cheerful anymore but seemed to be okay.

“Just drink lots of water and take these pills. Not now though” he warned and stopped Jamin from taking the pills. “You have an empty stomach. Just drink water and rest. Don’t even think about eating the cupcakes”

Shane continued checking his phone and took off the hoodie and undressed of Jamin’s pants. Jamin observed him folding them nicely and when turned to leave Jamin grabbed his leg and sat down facing him, even if it made him more drowsy.

“I had a nightmare”

Shane stopped and his expression softened a little, showing that he was at least curious. He sat on the coffee table and Jamin still had his hand on his thigh, the thumb caressing his naked knee. They were inches in front of each other. Jamin smoothed his hair trying to find the words and look less nauseated, but  Shane didn’t say anything as if he just wanted Jamin to answer why he was acting so weird the past weeks once and for all.

“You cheated on me. With Trixie.”

When Shane heard the name Trixie he immediately chuckled in disbelief.

“And we broke up, and I had moved moved on. And you two were touring together and happy as two clown musicians. And I had sex with other men....”

Shane folded his arms on his chest and shifted position with the confession. Jamin took a deep breath and tried to focus again, even though his stomach was swirling again.

“And it was...not good. Because even in dreams I seem to only love you. I guess I’ve been acting weird because I feel like after AS3 everything is going to change. Again. Drag Race brought us together and I think it’s going to tear us apart this time. And you’re friends with Trixie. And I thought I got over the whole situation with her, but you mentioning her and being with her in gigs....fucked me up. It’s stupid, and doesn’t make sense, and I should know better. But I’m a tired ass jewish man that is turning forty and still lost as fuck”

He shrugged hoping for the best. Shane seemed to be still processing everything and he almost said anything and then stopped again confused.

“I- I- I don’t even know what to say. I guess sorry that I didn’t realize how my connection would Trixie would bother you? I never thought you would care because I’m the sensitive one. But after all of this, I guess I’m the asshole…”

“No, no, no” Jamin pleased caressing both of his knees and cupping Shane’s hands. “This is stupid. I’m acting like a prick lately, it’s what I do, I tend to isolate myself when I don’t know how to deal with something”

“Jamin, my connection with Trixie is just as a sister. We sure have many things in common, but we want completely different things and living completely different moments”

“I know, I know, you don’t have to justify anything. This dream, even though it was horrible, made me sorta snap out of it”

“I thought you were just like, over me. Like what the fuck did I do proposing to this bitch? Am I really going to marry Thorgy thor?”

Jamin rolled his eyes and kissed him pulling his head with both hands but Shane kept still. He kissed him slowly, his fingers caressing his earlobes.

“You do taste like vomit” Shane replied laughing when Jamin trailed down to his jawline and he stopped and pulled back.

“Well, I warned you”

They realized the TV was on the whole time and both looked at the screen, and Plan 9 From Outer Space was on.

“I had a dream about you last week too. I don’t remember much but I was a teenager in my dream, and I was playing in the school band. And you were the new music teacher. And you played the keyboard, and had lots of tattoos and I had a huge crush on you...and my dad, he read my diary and found out that I was writing all these dirty stories with you, and he threatening me to get me out of school…

“Oh my god, that is....detailed?” he replied surprised and laughing leaning on the couch. Shane peaked on the TV again “Why you didn’t tell me sooner?”

“I don’t know, you know I’m crazy, I always have stupid dreams” he shrugged.

“You must have been cute as hell as a teenager” Jamin smiled thinking about it and opened his arms inviting Shane to cuddle in. He laid by side placing his head on his chest and they both kept glancing on the TV.

“If you think greasy hair and really bad acne is cute. Also my brows were out of control. And I used to listen to symphonic heavy metal every day. Dream dad would be very mad to see me right now. He was right to take me out of that school”

Jamin hugged him tighter and kissed the top of his head.

“And you know what’s weird? I do play the keyboard”

Shane shifted and got out of the embrace looking at him with opened mouth.

“I’m the tall dark stranger your parents warned you about” Jamin replied biting his lower lip and raising his brows.

Shane scoffed looking at his sick face with dark circles under his big blue eyes.

“A bit paler than in my dreams I must say”

They kept in silence. Jamin was feeling much better with Shane’s warmth next to him and the slumber was taking over again, they were both almost falling asleep as Bela Lugosi’s monsters talked on the screen.

*

Jamin spent the whole afternoon in his studio making the new makeup video for Halloween. It was great testing new materials and trying new editing programs. He was very happy with result checking the camera pictures, still covered in pearls and face with still some traces of makeup, until he realized what time it was.

He was late as Alice’s bunny. His flight was in three hours and he had almost nothing packed. He heard a knock on the door and it was Shane.

“What are you doing here? Isn’t the Roast in like an hour?” he asked before saying hi. He was still startled about being late.

Shane was struck with the vision of Jamin shirtless covered with pearl necklaces and wearing those baggy pants he had that traced his crotch and ass in a marvelous way.

“What is happening here?” he was opening a mischievous smile and getting up, looking around the studio. “I came to pick up the things Alotta had separated for Halloween, remember? Hey, I wanna see the pictures!”

Jamin rolled eyes and picked the camera showing him and Shane started to pass and zoom them.

“This is incredible, it’s my instant fave right now” he was amazed with what he was seeing. Jamin finally could take a look at the man in front of him. Shane was wearing a fun yellow t-shirt on, printed with all women characters from Kill Bill, social black slacks that fitted perfectly and black Toms. Hair all up and neat and smelling fresh. Jamin checked the watch again. Alice’s bunny yelling “I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!”

“What?” Shane asked clueless about his boyfriend hungry eyes.

“You look really good, I mean, these pants. They actually fit you” he voiced checking him out like he was a delicious dessert.

“I had these forever. I used to play with them in gigs, they are nice, right?” he twirled still not getting what Jamin really wanted.

So he made it clear.

Jamin hovered over Shane kissing him urgently and he almost dropped the camera when he answered his embrace.

“Are you sure you want to do this, I-I don’t think we have time...I’m gonna be….” Jamin grinded harder pushing him against the wall making him almost bump his head on the top shelves with miniture toys. “Oh shit!”

Shane tried to put some sense into his head but there was something else on it. Jamin’s erection was poking between Shane’s legs and Jamin was trying to remove the necklaces but Shane stopped him.

“Keep them on” he pleaded panting and Jamin held his hand and they went to the couch trying to not step on the mess that was on the floor. Jamin sat and Shane was in front of him and he pulled him by the waist kissing and nibbling on the flight of his pants, while his hands grabbed Shane’s ass, making him moan and giggle at the same time.

“Take them off I’m still getting out and these are black….” he asked gathering all the coordination he had taking off the yellow t-shirt and Jamin unfastened his belt quickly, pushing down his pants so he could get out of them and the shoes. Jamin took the opportunity to get out his pants too and he was stroking his cock looking at Shane undressing, and one shoe got stuck in the pants and he jumped three times to get rid of them making Jamin laugh, sorta breaking the mood.

“You looking at me, jerking off with pearls and smudged makeup on….” Shane said as he approached Jamin’s lap, straddling him slowly, his cock sliding between his butt cheeks. “It’s such a Velvet Goldmine fantasy”

Shane started to rock slowly, cupping Jamin’s face with both hands as he rubbed Shane’s back, his thumbs ran up his spine, fingers fanned out over muscles that tensed and released under pressure. Shane’s cock was hard and slick, rubbing against the pubic hair of Jamin’s tummy as the kiss was deepening. With the friction of Shane’s body rocking against Jamin’s, his little hairs of the chest kept getting stuck in Jamin’s pearls.

“Ouch” he complained after another pull,  stopping kissing and looked down his  chest that was all red. Jamin winced. The skin was quite irritated.

“I can take them out”

“No” Shane demanded pulling him with a fistfull of pearls and Jamin started licking Shane’s chest, nibbing on his nippples and pulling him closer making him moan louder in approval. As Jamin was working on his nipples and caresisng his ribs, Shane was undoing his hairdo letting some part of the dreads lose and Jamin licked the area next to his armpit  making him laugh and getting even more turned on.

Shane then grabbed one of Jamin’s hands and licked his fingers, letting a lot of saliva run down on them. Jamin’s hands were still a little bit dirty with makeup.

“Sorry” he said giggling noticing Shane’s face with the taste of his fingers. But they were slick enough so he could warm him up a bit. “I have lube in the bedroom”

“I’m not going anywhere” Shane lifted a bit and that was the sign. So Jamin inserted two fingers inside him slowly, getting in and out as Shane pushed him harder against the couch’s cushion and making Jamin grunt louder.

His hips were finding a perfect ride rhythm as Jamin kept pushing two fingers, feeling him tensing up around them, his cock covered with pre-cum rubbing under Shane’s balls.

“Fu...you need to slow down a bit…” Jamin begged holding down his hips with both hands and Shane stopped completely breathless.

“We’re late, bunny…” Shane bluntly said out of breath and raised his brows, guiding Jamin’s hand to reach for his cock, teasing his entrance.

He started penetrating him very slowly, watching Shane enjoy every inch of it arching his back. They haven’t had sex in more than three weeks so he needed to be gentle even though he wanted to fuck the shit out of him right now. He was tight and so very, very hot. He thrusted hard into him once and Shane threw his head back, losing his  breath like Jamin pushed it out of his lungs. "You want a little more?"

"I want a lot more" Shane didn’t hesitate through gritted teeth, riding him harder. It was his turn to lose his breath for a split second, then Jamin thrusted back into him , shoving and raising his hips, the hands pinning Shane’s hips.  His delicious panting as the muscles squeezed around Jamin’s cock.

Shane pulled the pearl necklaces making Jamin lean forward to kiss him and embrace him by the waist and Shane kept riding him non stop...their bodies locked, Jamin feeling  the old couch making crumbling noises.

“We’re going to ruin this couch again” Jamin said laughing and panting reaching for Shane’s cock to stroke it as his other arm kept him stabilized in an embrace but Shane seemed to be completely dazed, eyes closed and moaning like crazy.

He grabbed Jamin’s chin and looked him in the eye, “Fuck me harder and I’ll pay you a new one”

Jamin flipped him making him lay on his back on the couch and now he was on top, with Shane’s legs over his shoulders as he pounded him harder answering his challenge. Shane pulled him by the necklaces again and one of them broke splitting pearls all over him, but Jamin kept going and Shane was working on his cock when Jamin laid over him reaching for his neck. He was feeling Shane tighten around him , hearing his cry out softly with every one of his thrusts. He was buried deep, hitting his prostate, biting into his neck again, his face brushing on his dreads spread on the cushion. He'll leave a mark. They'll deal with it later.

“I’m so close, just like that, just like….oh...fuck…!” Shane whispered with eyes wide shut.

And then he felt Shane tightened around him like a vise, an electric shock, a whirl of pleasure hitting him deep in his stomach making Jamin following him seconds later. His entire body stiffened growling in pleasure, and he wondered if the sparks flying off their bodies were going to catch something on fire and how that couch didn’t break.

He collapsed on Shane’s body. The pearls all over the floor, and his long legs wrapped around him, as he was listening his heart beating like a heavy metal drum slowly finding the classical sonata pace again.  

“I was…” Shane still breathless, and Jamin’s weight on him was not helping. “Kinda triggered when those pearls broke, having a flashbacks with my lipsync with Chi Chi…”

They both laughed and Jamin got up all sweaty and removing what was left of the necklaces. He grabbed some tissues on the table and cleaned the hot liquid on his stomach and on his cock, putting his pants on.

“I still need to pack. You want shower again, right?”

Shane just nodded with a post orgasm satisfied smile, and then Jamin approached and leaned planting kisses on his stomach.

“I feel like I can’t walk yet”

“Hey, you asked for it. Let me get you a towel”

“I’m not complaining”

Then Jamin leaned to kiss him before leaving the room.

*

Half an hour later Shane was in the car with Ruby Roo and Kirk going to the roast of Sherry Vine, fixing her hair. Kirk noticed the red marks on Shane’s neck.

“You might wanna cover these...allergies” the redhead implied handing him Ruby’s foundation powder.

Ruby looked back a little suspicious.

“I swear my skin is falling apart. Drag will be the end of me” he justified and kept teasing his friend hair and finished with a bit of spray.

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[darkdevasofdestruction]

Malik AlSayf-Bittersweet Tragedy

The tragedy has left deep scars on more than one person, not only physically, but emotionally as well.

Malik Al-Sayf has lost it all. His brother. His left arm. His strength. His assassin skills. His confidence.

And all of these, because of the patronising arrogance of a certain ‘Master Assassin’. He was the one to save the mission, with the help of his brother and lover, but the trio had a lot to suffer. Crippled. His brother was killed. His lover’s sight and back were partially crippled. He himself was crippled, having lost an arm, due to a grave injury. And now he was stuck aiding the assassins from behind a desk, at the Jerusalem Bureau, feeling irked to no end. He received no compensation or apology, absolutely nothing to sooth his destroyed soul, whilst the man who jeopardized the mission was walking freely down the streets of Masyaf, licking the boots of his Master and still performing important assassinations.

He was alone. He sat there, mindlessly drawing a map, dipping the white feather in black ink, but he couldn’t focus. His mind wandered to the depths of despair. He was so deep in his mind,he messed up the papyrus scroll,being by then completely buried in his dark thoughts.

'It should have been me’ 'Kadar was too young to die’ 'He had all life ahead of him’ 'Three people had to sacrifice themselves, for one to leave unharmed and get all the glory’ 'I am a useless cripple now’ 'My love may lose her sight’ 'She may remain paralyzed’ 'I am not going to be a whole man for her anymore’ 'I lost all chances’ 'I am alone’

He slumped down the wall and rested his lone hand on his forehead, letting the sorrowful tears stream down his face. Being alone, he allowed himself to show weakness, at least to himself.

Nobody to judge him. Nobody to comfort him. Nobody to care about him.

He sobbed silently, trying to release all tension and emotions, for the first time after so many years of stoic façades.

He was back to being Malik. Just Malik. But an incomplete Malik. He was alone. Or so he thought. That is, because unbeknownst to him, the recovering girl had awoken and saw the whole heartbreaking crumbling of her beloved with her unbandaged, undamaged emerald eye and gripping the wooden door tightly, she kept peeking through the gap, silently letting her own tears wet her pale cheeks, not being able to react in any other way.

That was all in the morning, at the earliest hours and the tides have calmed after a long while. The girl, despite her injuries, dressed in a casual outfit worn by women in that city, covering her head, protecting herself from the scorching sun and hiding the ugly scar across her right side of her face, to get the groceries. She walked calmly, enjoying the Spring heat kissing her skin, after such a long time and sighed, lost in thought. What could she do to help her paramour? He was in a dark place and she tried to help. But…how?

Strolling slowly through the city of Jerusalem, she heard a faint angelic sound.

'Meow’

Huh? What was that?

'Meoooow’

The faint sound trailed longer and repeated again and again, making the red head snap her head towards the small animal.

A cute white kitten started prowling around the girl, rubbing itself around her ankles and purring graciously.

With a soft smile, (y/n) picked up the kitten and raised it to her eye level, only to notice an important fact.

The kitten was missing his left paw.

With a soft giggle, the girl rubbed noses with the kitten and he stuck out his tongue slightly, bleping and closing his eyes. Hoisting the groceries bag better on her arm, she put the kitten inside her blouse, hiding it with her thin green shawl and went back to the Bureau.

(y/n):Come on, sweetheart, you’re coming home with me. I’ll have to introduce you to someone. He will adore you!

There, she saw her beloved scribbling frantically, not noticing her presence. She smiled sweetly at him, then meowed  slowly making her way towards his desk.

Malik: Ah, (y/n), I see you’ve returned. (y/n): I have.

‘Meow’

Malik: *raises an eyebrow* What was that? (y/n): I have a gift for you~. Malik: Huh? A what?

The girl turned around, took off the shawl from her head and carefully took the feline from her blouse, cradling him in her arms lovingly, then turned to Malik.

Malik: A cat? (y/n): Isn’t he so adorable, Malik~? Malik: He is…But why did you bring him here? This place is hardly a proper place to raise a pet. (y/n): I think we can afford a little arrogance, after all we’ve done for the Brotherhood, correct? Besides, it’s just a small ball of fur, nothing inconvenient! Malik: Are you really going to take care of him? Cats can be quite…Stubborn, to say the least. (y/n): Oh, come on, he’s very affectionate! And…Well... Malik: He’s…He’s missing a paw… (y/n): He is. He is one sweet, strong kitten, despite his incapacity…And I think he likes you a lot. I mean...I guess you’re both incredibly brave and and amazing kittens!

The girl set the cat on the table, where he looked up curiously at the man in front of him, then started rubbing his head on Malik’s hand, rolling on the table, seeking attention from the man in cause. Malik was still in slight shock at the cat’s behaviour and being in general, while the girl was watching in glee. Those two really clicked off well.

Malik: What should we name him? (y/n): I had something in mind but…Only if you-… Malik: Kadar? (y/n): Kadar.

The man sighed, seeing her sweet, sad smile as she spoke his younger brother’s name, making him hang his head down, slightly going back to his sorrowful state, but the kitten was faster and he raised his sole paw up, trying to touch Malik’s face, as if he was worried about the man’s emotional state. With a tender smile, the girl cupped her lover’s face and kissed his forehead, hugging him tightly.

(y/n): Go rest, my love. You’ve been working so hard for the past days, it’s high time you get some time off. And don’t bother trying to argue with me, just take little Kadar with you too...You both need company. Malik: *sighs* You never know when to stop. Very well then.

He clumsily picked the cat up, going to his room and staid there until late at night. The girl yawned, slightly tired and bored from the lack of activity from the day, so she decided to call it quits and went to her room, changing in one of Malik’s large shirts that she stole a while ago, trying to catch some sleep. But she couldn’t. Her mind kept flying towards her paramour, left alone with his parasitic thoughts in another room, so she sighed, got up and knocked on the door, entering slowly, trying not to disturb him.

But he wasn’t asleep. Multiple candles were still alit, as he lay there, topless, reading a book, little Kadar curled up, nuzzling his neck.

(y/n): Are you okay,Malik? You kind of…Got me worried… Malik: Exceptionally ordinary. (y/n): Don’t try to fool me, Malik. We both know that’s far from true. Malik: Did you truly expect me to admit how bad I feel? (y/n): N-No…But… Malik: I’m not fine, but it matters little now. Injustice will always win, so forget it.  (y/n): Look…I-I know…I couldn’t possibly bring your brother...Or your arm back...Nor turn back time and fix everything up…But…Okay, maybe I’m really useless…But I can’t stand seeing you like this. It hurts so much...  Malik: You’re already half blind, just close your eye and you’re done.  (y/n): Well, you don’t really handle this situation properly! But I want to help, Malik. I’m here for you. I’ve always been…So please...Please don’t shut me away. 

He put his book on the table and got in front of the small girl, looking down at her, exhaustion and depression lurking obviously on his face. Being closer also meant that the outline of each wound was times more obvious on his sun-kissed chest, making her bite her lip. Malik: Isn’t that my shirt?   (y/n): Might be. Malik: Your ex-thief career is showing again. (y/n): It was a while ago…

He turned his back to the fox like girl and put his hand on his face, slightly annoyed, trying to hide any emotion that might surface.

Malik: Just go to your room, (y/n). There’s nothing to see here but depression. (y/n): If I weren’t ready to stand by your side through every danger, I wouldn’t have come here. We’ve been together for so long and braved so many problems together... Malik: You are doing a grave mistake. (y/n): I prefer to make my own mistakes. But darling, staying my your side will never be a mistake.

The girl unbuttoned her shirt and hugged his wounded back tightly, resting her forehead on his shoulder. She could feel him tense up. He was stunned. Rooted to the spot. Unaware of his next move.

What was going on? What should he do? Those questions became even more conflicting as she started slowly kissing his scars, then nuzzled her face on the crook of his neck, no doubt standing on her tippy toes, as she wasn’t tall enough otherwise. He could feel the breathe hitch in his throat as his heart started aching more and more.

Malik: (Y/N)…Why…? (y/n): I don’t need a reason to comfort my lover, do I? Or is it a crime? Malik: No, but… (y/n): But what, Malik? Have I not been what you expected? I know I am a terrible lover and all that but…I apologize if I disappointed you…I just wanted to see you happy…Smile…Especially during these times of darkness…I know I’m no good...But I’m...I’m trying, I promise... Malik: No, don’t misunderstand, please. I only wish I could properly embrace you, but now, I am unable to comfort you…It s driving me crazy...I’m not worthy of you and your love anymore. You have been everything I could wish for and more than I ever deserved from this life. I just don’t understand why would you stand by me, even now. I’m a cripple. I’m broken, (Y/N), what is there left of me that you still cling to?  (y/n): Obviously, your body may be broken, but I am hardly a model anymore, love. Nevertheless, as long as you can feel my warmth and feelings, then I’m happy. I love you, Malik, with or without your arm. It’s still you, just as I’ve always told you. I’m lucky to have met you and to have your feelings. And little Kadar thinks so too. So please, for us, make an effort and reach out to these feelings. Please...Let us save each other. Malik: I don’t deserve you...You are an angel... (y/n): I’m a fox, dearest, hardly a pure deity, so I guess you’re alright.

He turned towards her and caressed her face tenderly, having her own hand over his, then he untied her eye bandage, letting it fall on the ground, as she bit her lip and casted her gaze to the ground, trying to hide the wound.

(y/n): Quite ungraceful, if you ask me. Gory as hell. Nothing pretty to see here. Malik: It’s only fair to stay this way, when we’re alone in our intimacy, don’t you think? (y/n): Since when do we play fair, Malik? Malik: We never do.

He pushed the fire-kissed strand of hair covering her damaged eye behind her ear then leaned down, kissing her gently. Parting, he traces down to her neck, then slowly removes her shirt, revealing her bare shoulders and cleavage, both beautiful, yet both covered in merciless scars and fresh wounds that have yet to properly heal.

(y/n): Why do you still hold such a depressed look, my love? I know I’m hardly at my highest glory on the beauty-department, but- Malik: No, (Y/N), you will always be perfect, no matter what you think may look like flaws...And yet, these are all my fault. Each one depicts the time I was not there on time to aid you...Save you, just like I promised I would, the day I asked you to marry me. (y/n): Seeing that you have the same problem, I suppose we’re both terrible bad at out jobs as protectors, dear husband. After all, I said a vow as well, did I not~? Malik: Will you ever have it in your heart to forgive me? (y/n): What is there to forgive, if you’ve done nothing wrong? Stop overreacting, I am not the one suffering here. You are. Malik: But I- (y/n): I love you, Malik. And so did Kadar. What happened could have been avoided, but it was not your fault and we both know it. There is no use lingering on the past, when the present is right here, in front of you, telling you to wake up to your senses. Malik: *sighs* I know you are right, but I cannot just forget what happened. Not when it was just a few days ago... (y/n): You don’t have to forget, my love. Just don’t forget that the past is over. The present is all that we have. Malik: Then, may I enjoy this present for an eternity, with you by my side? (y/n): I will always be here for you, Malik. Always and forever. Malik: Always and forever.

They sealed the promise with a solemn kiss, the same way they did when they said their vows to each other on that faithful night, only the two of them, then went back to his bed, cuddling, with little Kadar just between them, all of them enjoying the happy memories and warmth, for as long as they lasted. Dark times may come, but they will always pass, sooner or later and that is something that Malik is never going to forget any time soon.

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