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to dust and bones. part one – matty healy

they cross paths at a bar. he’s out for blood, and hers beat tantazingly beneath her flesh. (or the worst people you know are in the worst situationship in existence)

warnings: 18+, power games, fingering, unprotected sex, edging, choking, dom!matty, bratting, general toxicity, mentions of drug use, oc

part one of two

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Alana shoots back the bitter tequila, licking hot sauce off her sweaty hands. Her face scrunches in pain, head shaking. Her sinuses clear; her thoughts leak out of her head. There’s ear-splitting music ringing around her— some god awful EDM shit she’s drunk enough to dance to.

Crowded bodies push against her. She sways to the beat, hips rolling to some seductive rhythm drumming in the deepest parts of her heart. Her skin-tight black dress rises up her legs, revealing inches of tantalizing skin.

Alana feels rugged hands graze the outside of her thighs. She smirks to herself, leaning back against the hard wall of body behind her. Fingers climb up instinctively to her waist, spreading across her stomach, tugging her into him until they’re flushed together, indistinguishable from the other.

Black curls tickle at her cheek. He’s familiar against her; the muscles and dips of him unfortunately memorized in a corner of her brain she hasn’t managed to blitz out even with all the coke.

Matty Healy. Dark angel leaning over her, nosing her perfumed neck.

“Buy a girl a drink first,” Alana whispers. Thankfully he’s close— too close to breathe properly, to make sense of her scattered thoughts— and he manages to hear over the DJ’s techno beats.

“Why would I?” Matty bites back, breath blowing against her ear. Alana forces down a shiver. “I can have her without.”

She whips to face him, a furious dash between her eyebrows. Rage climbs up her spine, taking over her head, and it’s only the second most familiar emotion she feels with Matty Healy. What an insufferable asshole, looking at her all smug when he sees the anger spreading through her veins.

Cheeks red, head swimming with the alcohol and the drugs and the deafening music, Alana tries to come up with some scathing reply. She wants to leave him burning, skin red and raw where she lashed at him. Wants to dig her nails into him, tear his beating heart from two fragile ribs.

“Fuck you,” is what she manages, of course, because the world is a blurry daze around her, and her brain is working slower than her tongue.

Matty smiles saccharine sweet at her. It feels awfully condescending on the cutting traits of his face. “But you have, princess.”

“You’re—” He cocks his head, encouraging her with gleeful eyes. Alana breathes through her nose. “—not worth my time. Go do your horny act somewhere else.”

She flips on her heels, marching determinedly to the crowded bar. Matty is hot on her trails, of course, leaning into her to tease, “Horny act? I barely even touched you.”

“The most you will.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Alana pushes her way through the swarming crowd, digging her elbows in unfortunate places to get an in. People turn to her with a snarling face, but most seem to back down at the sight of her. Perhaps they recognize her, with flushed cheeks and cleavage dipping low. Perhaps they recognize the man towering behind her, following her godly parting of the sea of bodies like the privileged kid he’s always been.

She finally manages to get to the bar, hands slamming the counter victoriously. A pretty bartender bounces to her, upping her chin in question. “What can I get you?”

Alana opens her mouth. Instead, Matty cuts in, “Dirty vodka martini for her and a gin tonic for me.” The bartender nods, getting to work.

Alana’s head flips to him, daggering him with a murderous glare. “I can order for myself.”

Matty scoffs. “You practically begged me to buy you a drink.”

She stumbles over the words in sheer offense, shrill as she gasps, “Begged— Oh, you fucking asshole.”

Two drinks slam over the counter. “Put it on my tab,” Matty says, kidnapping her martini and making his way out of the crowd. Alana follows him bitterly, already planning to rack up his bill now that he’s so stupidly offered it to her. She’ll buy rounds for the whole club just to ruin him.

He leads them to the VIP lounge, nodding at the bouncer as he moves to let them in. What a douchey move, she thinks, climbing up the staggering stairs, holding the skirt of her rising dress.

The lounge is drenched in red light. Black leather couches and satin cushions scatter the place. Gray cigar smoke lingers above their heads. Some softer RnB plays, and Alana’s ears find momentary relief. She bites her lip to contain a pleased moan.

Two dancers, impossibly tall and svelte in white lingerie dresses, move against two poles on a small stage. They’re languid and confident, swaying to a temperature rising rhythm, effortlessly seductive.

Matty sits in front of the dancers, legs spreading as he makes himself too comfortable. He rests the two drinks on a black table in front of him, looking up at the girls with a cheeky, provocative grin.

Inexplicable fire twists up in her guts. Alana drops beside Matty, practically sticking to his side, one leg crossing over the other to faintly kick his shin, which he takes in chuckling stride.

Her arm reaches over him to grab her martini. She places it between her lips, glass knocking her teeth gracelessly. He considers her, eyes following the land of skin she's uncovered through her new pose.

“Aren’t you gonna say thank you?” He teases as she finishes a new mouthful of her cocktail.

Alana offers him a deadpan look. “No.”

He rolls his eyes, grabbing his gin tonic, leaning an arm over the back of the couch. “Brat,” he shakes his head.

The lightning is low, casting red shadows over his face, but she can still see his dark gaze, hungry for flesh and those pathetic whines she can never hold back when he’s knuckles deep inside of her, penetrating through her skin. She draws a finger around the rim of the glass.

She hates it most when Matty gets that way, intense and greedy and so fucking clear. His stare is predatory, watching her every little move to pounce on. The game feels instantly more dangerous. Anxiety spikes; some fight or flight response she never chooses right.

Matty downs half of his drink, conspicuous Adam’s apple bobbing. She watches it religiously, remembering the purple stains she scattered around it just a few days ago.

“Don’t drink so fast. We just got here,” she says warningly. She knows why he’s speeding this up.

Matty lowers his glass just enough to offer a burning stare, hotter than she can handle in this stuffy room.

I’m gonna fuck you is written bright and clear in his eyes.

He finishes his gin tonic in another long sip, licking the last drop from his red lips. Heat spreads through her abdomen, clenching it guiltily. She flexes her hands around the stem.

Slamming the glass back on the table, Matty adventures two fingers over her naked leg. It tickles, raising the hair of her skin as she shivers openly. His palm swallows the meat of her thigh, the tempting skin she so freely offered him. His hand is cold, glacial against the fire licking up her limbs.

“Drink up,” Matty whispers, a devilish smile catching his cheek. She shakes her head, words completely lost to her.

“I’m not thirsty.” Alana’s heart smashes against her ribs. Uncontrollable thing, careless thing. It always throws her into the worst situations, leaving her sober head to clean up its mess.

“No?” Matty pouts, climbing his hand to the hem of her dress. “You look a little flushed.”

“It’s the light.” She stares up at the red fluorescents to prove her point, like he couldn’t see the mood lighting reigning over the room.

“I think you’re scared,” Matty says. He’s never been one to stretch his words, coat them in syrup to swallow easier.

She racks her throat. “Why would I be scared?” Although she promised herself not to give him an inch more, Alana gulps some of her martini to shake off the nerves (not fear, just some pesky anxiety from the lingering drugs). Matty smiles at the action triumphantly.

“Because you left me naked and tied up to my bed last time.” He leans into her, whispering playfully into her cheek. “Because you didn’t let me come, and now you’re afraid of what I’ll do to you.”

More backless bravado than sense, she grins cheekily. “It was funny. It’s not my fault you can’t take a little joke.”

Fingers dipping under her dress. Alana bites her lip, hiding the breathy moan that wishes to slip her lips. It’s useless; he sees right through. “Oh, I’ll make you laugh.” He bites at her jaw, not enough to sting, but enough to know he’s serious. She scrunches her nose, tilting her head into him.

Matty leans away, grabbing the martini from her hand. He places it between her lips. Instinctively, Alana opens them, and he tips the glass into her mouth. “Good girl,” he teases as she drinks. Her eyes snap to his dangerously, some unmasked threat that she’d spit it in his face if it wouldn’t ruin some really good vodka. “So feisty,” Matty tsks, amused.

He takes the glass away. She licks at the rim, catching some droplets as it falls down the cone. Matty swirls the leftover martini, staring down shamelessly at her wet lips.

“I could fuck anyone here,” he whispers. Clarity strikes through the flames, shaking away some of that daze. She frowns at him, taking a self-conscious peek at the pair of girls still twirling around their pole. Of course, Matty catches her moment of weakness, grasping it greedily as she scowls. “Yes, especially them. Have them bent over the other for me, cunts opened for my cock. Couldn’t you just see them, screaming in my sheets, rutting against each other?”

“You overestimate your skills,” Alana bites, though it’s mostly from anger at the unwelcomed images he’s forced inside her brain. “You couldn’t handle them.”

He arches an eyebrow. “Like I can’t handle you?”

She purses your lips, face crisping. She wishes it was true. That he didn’t have enough hands and tongue and cock to work with all of her, with the mess of hair she throws back carelessly as she rides him, with the nails digging into his back mercilessly, with the hips he grasps between heavy hands as he bruises her skin. That the rage and the hatred and the head-twirling passion she throws at him wouldn’t be caught, wouldn’t be swallowed to spit back tenfold. That he wouldn’t know what to do with all of her.

But he does. Goddamit, he does like no one else ever has.

Alana refuses to dignify him with an answer. Still, Matty doesn’t need one, dipping the leftover martini in her mouth. His breath is hot against her ear, sticking on her sweaty skin.

“I could fuck anyone here,” he repeats, probably to martel home some complex she’s not interested in diving into. “But I want you.”

She’d bite back something cheeky and snobbish, something near of course you do or who doesn’t or some other grand words to deflect. Right now, she’s too busy obediently swallowing what he’s giving her, but she’s sure he reads them anyway in the burn of her stare.

As if to plead the last of his case, he raises his cold hand to the final stretch, meeting the black lace of her panties. Alana moans, alcohol dripping down her chin from the startled jump, something else dripping where his fingers meet the apex of her thighs.

“Let me fuck you,” Matty breathes, biting her jaw, this time to sting, to tear apart.

Finished with her drink, he slams the glass beside his, turning back to her quickly, afraid to miss even the smallest of shivers. “Begging already?” Alana pants, out of breath.

His free thumb wipes the alcohol off her chin, bringing it back to her lips, forcing them open. She sucks his finger into her mouth. He presses against her tongue, heavy and undeniable. Drool sticks to it as she releases it, red lipstick staining the knuckle.

His other hand, much more occupied, teases a delicious rhythm over her wet panties. She leans further into the cushions, manually stopping herself from dropping her legs open for this whole lounge to see.

“Don’t give me ideas,” Matty warns. “You know how I enjoy you begging. All those pretty sounds you make, whiney and pathetic.”

His spitful hand racks through the sweaty mess of her hair, tugging at the roots. Her head bends, throat barred. He grunts at the sight.

Matty can’t stop himself any longer. He crashes his lips to hers, licking into her open mouth. It’s a messy thing, more teeth and spit than anything romantic, hands still buried in her hair. He tugs it harshly, swallowing the pitiful moans she releases.

Alana clings to his shoulders, afraid she’d drown in the satin if it wasn’t for his buoyant body slithering around her. She curses his jacket, bulletproof vest to the claw marks she’d litter on his skin. Black nail polish tainted red by the end of the night— but he’s safe for now.

Matty bites her lower lip, dragging it from her. She shudders in his arms, head swooping ecstasy climbing up her thoughtless brain. It must be the martini downed too fast. (It’s him. It’s always him.)

His hand releases her hair, finding the slope of her neck instead, digging into the skin. His thumb presses meanly at her jaw. Alana wonders if it’ll bruise.

He pushes her further into the sofa, practically swallowing her whole under his lanky limbs. She can’t make sense of the edges of him. He’s everywhere, invading her flesh, slipping under her very skin, to the beating parts of her she wishes to banish him from. Hot pleasure drips down her veins.

Matty licks into her lazily. He tastes like gin, which he knows she hates. He does it on purpose, buying drinks she’d never put to her lips just to spit it in her mouth. Alana can’t stand the taste of it. She doesn’t know why she craves the taste of him, faintly smokey from some expensive cigarette.

He thumbs at her clit vaguely, more as a smothered promise of what he could do than any real attempt at skill. Still, it’s enough to make dangerous fire course through her veins. She clenches around nothing, groaning.

“Are you gonna fuck me in front of everyone?” Alana rasps, biting and mean like he’s not playing her like his favorite puppet.

Matty hums indulgently. He presses his index into her clothed entrance, wet and sticky for him. “Do you want me to? Let them know how good you are for me even with all that talk? All those sounds you make just for me?” He nips at her jaw, climbing up to her ear. “We can give them a show.”

Alana’s heart slams against her ribs, begging to be let out and fall to his booted feet. She breathes heavily, head falling as he continues some slow circle on her clit, never enough to wipe from her head the outrageous knowledge that it’s Matty Healy blowing the flames.

“Bathroom,” Alana gasps, eyes scrunched close.

Matty laughs lowly, shaking his head in the side of her neck. “Coward.”

Still, he sits up, dragging her body with his. Her brain knocks against her skull as she comes back, taking a deep breath of air. Reality feels very far away from the tip of her fingers. She’s drowning in him, in the smell of his cologne and that awful taste of gin clinging to his lips.

The walk to the bathroom feels like a dreamscape maze, more colorful mood lightning and stepping over leather shoes than any tangible thing.

The room is dark and clinical. The floor is black marble, sleek and easy to step on, heels clicking as she adventures further into the bathroom. The light is low. Alana has to squint to make sense of Matty locking the door behind them. He turns back to her, lion stride as he loosens his tie.

He’s gonna eat her alive.

Matty crowds her space, pushing her against the sink’s countertop as he noses her cheek. Alana’s thighs hit the cold marble, shivering at the contrasting temperature. The tip of his fingers find her skin again, climbing up the goosebumps, driving under the hem.

Alana’s own hands bury in the mess of hair at the nape of his neck. Black nails dig into the unruly locks, tugging vaguely. She breathes with him, the only surrounding melody in this musicless room. What a strange feeling to be so thoroughly abandoned by distractions.

Tired of wasting time, Matty grabs her thighs, throwing her carelessly on the marble countertop. Her legs spread wide, welcoming him in the middle of her, black heels kicking beside his knees. Hands rise to her waist, trailing greedily over her skintight dress. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

Alana grins. Compliments are always the worst moves, climbing up to her head and loosening whatever miraculous hold he had on it. She leans away against the gray tiles of the wall, cheeky and devilish, fingers slipping from his mane to the muscles of his shoulders. “Say that again.”

Matty tries to dip for a kiss instead, but she dodges easily, turning her head into her shoulder. He groans at her childish antics, digging his nails into her ribs. “You’re fucking annoying.”

“‘S not what I asked.”

Matty buries his face in her offered neck, leaving wet kisses as he scales up her jaw, up her cheeks. Alana giggles, wrinkling her nose, shifting in her seat. “You’re beautiful,” Matty finally whispers in her ear, gently biting the lobe. She hums, nodding at him. Roughly, he warns, “And if you keep playing these games, I’ll leave your ass so red you won’t be able to sit for days.”

The threat should make a spike of anxiety hit her. Instead, languid fire pools at her stomach. She moans, closing her eyes, pushing her hips further into his. The angle is a little awkward, just slightly too high to really get anything working. She manages to roll her pleading hips on his belt buckle.

“Greedy thing,” Matty tsks. “So fucking impatient.”

“It’s not my fault you’re all talk.”

Matty scoffs. “You’ve got a death wish.”

Alana flutters her eyelashes at him, pouting. “I thought you could handle me.”

He groans, hands burrowing back into her skirt. Calloused fingers grab at her hips, digging into the black lace of her panties. He drags it out slowly, smirking down at her as Alana scoops herself up to help him. A brief ceasefire, just because he knows all the parts of her to press into.

She giggles in his open mouth, finding him again, embarrassingly giddy. Thrill beats in her veins, cunt throbbing for him, for the good part of this relentless chess match. He kisses her indulgently, shitty grin undeniable against her lips. Alana doesn’t even have it in her to care.

In the corner of her eyes, she sees Matty shove the lacy thing in his pocket. She releases his lips like he’s burned her, scowling petulantly. “You have to give those back. I’m running out of underwear.” Every time they fall back into this poisonous push and pull, Alana loses a pair of her favorite lingerie, forgotten in the endless pockets and sheets of Matty Healy. She’d consider going commando just to spite him if he wouldn’t like it so much, love knowing he’s gotten under her skin, made her change some known habit.

Of course, Matty shakes his head with a teasing grin. “No.”

“At least buy me new ones.”

He cocks his head, considering her. “Are you gonna try them on for me?”

Alana rolls her eyes, just a little bit turned on at the idea of it. “You’re such a boy.”

Cockily, he racks her to the edge of the countertop, finally pressing her against his hard cock. Alana gasps at the sinful feel, eyes rolling back for completely different reasons. He grinds into her, the rough material of his trousers rolling against the most sensitive part of her. A traitorous whine leaves her lips; she bites it shut just a little too late.

Matty whispers smugly, “I’m a man.”

What a fucking douchebag. Alana can’t handle this back and forth he coaxes out of her, always swaying between burning anger and choking desire like the world’s most on-beat metronome.

She gracefully lets him have this one. Doesn’t even come up with a jab or a glare in bitter answer. Of course, that might be because he’s sailing up her thighs, thumb pressing into her clit as jaw-dropping relief climbs up her spine. Her head falls against the backsplash, lips parted, rolling her hips against his fingers as he circles lazily at her.

He’s fucking perfect. She wants to cut his fingers clean off, curse them for ever making her feel this way. Peeking her eyes open, Alana swears he knows this, gathering a pool of her arousal to smear it over her bundle of nerves. She gasps in the quiet air, uselessly kicking her feet.

“You’re so wet for me,” Matty says in wonder, eyes locked to the way she grinds for him, dripping on the black marble.

“First time making a girl wet?” Alana tries to brat, but it comes out weak between two moans.

He smirks condescendingly at her, tracing her swollen lips with the tip of his free hand, coating her chin with tacky lipgloss. “We both know the answer to that.”

Without warning, he thrusts two fingers into her. It’s embarrassing how quickly her cunt welcomes him home, insides rearranging to make room for him dutifully. Her face scrunches, crying against his jaw.

“Fuck, Matty.”

“Yeah?” He arches an eyebrow, curling his hand to draw a feverish wave of ecstasy out of her.

She grips his shoulders, pushing the jacket off of them, trying to sink her claws into anything. He’s relentless between her legs, thrusting and circling and working magic. Pressure builds inside her abdomen. She's mewling in his neck, panting in his ear.

Matty stares down at her in hunger. He’s got her right where he wants her, Alana knows this. But why does he keep watching her like he’s about to rip into her throat? Smug and dangerous and voracious?

An inexplicable strike of nerves hit her. His fingers dip into her faster, swiping at her clit. The cold sink and his warm body and the feel of his rough fingers inside of her are too much. Pathetic moans spill from her lips, overflowing out of her. She wrinkles her face closed, then forces it open again. Just to keep an eye on him, on his flexed arm as he wrecks her from the inside. Bliss threatens the edges of her. She tastes it on her tongue

Alana cries, “Are you gonna make me come?” It’s pathetic to ask. She’d demand it in normal circumstances, holding onto his arm, a ruinous hand over his own guiding him into her sopping cunt.

But— She left him hard and sticky last time, screaming after her as she touched up her lipstick. And now he’s looking down at her like he’s got her exactly where he wants, brain melting out of her ears, begging for him.

He leans into her with a trickster smile, licking his teeth. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Never.”

He pumps harder inside of her, adding a third finger. The world blurs around Alana. She screams, digging her nails under his white shirt. Right—

Matty thrusts out of her as quickly as he entered. A guttural cry rips from her throat, head banging on the wall from the stolen orgasm. Soaked fingers fall limply on her thigh, drying the slick on her skin. He grins, smacking her cheek with a sweet kiss.

“You fucking asshole,” Alana bites, out of breath, fury swirling around her dazed head.

“What?” He finds her lips next, catching them with a biting kiss. “Were you close?”

“I’ll kill you.”

“I’d like to watch you try.”

Matty pushes the cups of her dress down, revealing her tits, flushed and peaked for him. He twirls two fingers around her nipple, greedily watching as another wave of pleasure hits her, as the uncontrollable rage smothers for ecstasy.

Alana is half-pissed to lose that sharp sense of anger, something to strike through the blur of him, to hold onto. Pissed that he can melt away all her hatred, make her putty in his expert hands.

He dives for her breasts, biting and licking and sucking on them like a starved man. Muted pain stretches over her chest. Alana racks a hand through his sweaty curls, gasping.

“Are you gonna ask nicely?” Matty whispers, starting that torturously cycle on her clit again. “I like when you ask all sweet and desperate.” Alana shakes her head, sloppily kissing at his jaw as he teases a finger over her entrance again. “Come on,” he chuckles lowly. “Beg for it.”

“Screw you,” Alana bites, legs spreading wider for him in complete contradiction.

“Yeah, I bet you want me to.”

Matty dips a finger inside of her, pumping slowly, unbothered by her rushing him. Her hands are everywhere on him— the mane of his black hair, the cut of his jaw, the buttons of his shirt, undone by her sloppy hands, the muscle of his working arm, the belt at his hips. Pressing and clawing and tugging at him, pleading with a silent hand to work faster.

He’s uninterested in listening, especially when her mouth still refuses to grant him the sweet nothings she always moans for him. His pace is steady and consistent, entirely not enough. She smacks the counter uselessly.

“You’re the worst,” Alana whines, head flopping around her neck. Tension builds meticulously slow inside of her. She throbs around his finger, wishing for more, but he continues to deny her.

“I just want you to be good for me,” Matty breathes, holding her head up with a heavy hand.

“Just fuck me, Matty.”

Trying to speed it along, Alana pounces on his belt buckle, frantically trying to undo it with trembling fingers. It’s a messy affair; he pries them away easily. His jaw clenches, clearly unhappy with her. He exhales through his nose. The air grows electric. Alana’s pussy shamefully clenches around him.

Matty is a fucking sight. She desperately wishes it wasn’t true, that he wasn’t perfectly sculpted to fit around her stained palms. A fallen angel crashed to Earth just to lick the vodka and red off her lips.

“Can’t you ever listen?” His hand moves again, slithering around the front of her throat. He presses meanly at the sides, blood rushing away from her head. Alana’s lips part, but only quiet spills from them. “That’s all that ever shuts you up, isn’t it?”

Alana laughs gleefully at his anger, managing a choked, “Not even,” just to spite him. He digs into her arteries, surely leaving a constellation of bruises for her to cover up.

“Fine, princess,” Matty grunts. “We’ll do it your way.”

In a second, he’s got three fingers back inside of her, fast and hard, curling just right. It’s miraculous how he manages to be everywhere inside and outside of her, how he drowns her in the feel of him.

Her head disconnects from her neck. She gasps for air, purring in their shared breaths. Euphoria coils around her belly, hot and sticky and so, so close. Sweet oblivion. She barely remembers their names, barely remembers what—

“Fucking hell, Matty,” Alana screams, slapping his shoulder with no force, missing his gone fingers. “Just— Just let me come.”

“Brats don’t deserve orgasms. I thought you learned your lesson.”

Matty takes a clinical step away from her. Breathing harshly, she tries to reattach herself to the firm reality that exists around her and not this dreamed-up land the cliff of a shattering climax brings her to.

He’s so proper, still dressed while her dress bunches useless around her waist. So put together as she drools and drips and pants for him, unhinged and unmade. How fucking embarrassing.

She’d lash at him in retaliation, bring him down to her dirty level, make him feel crass inside. She has the urge to on the tip of her tongue, feels the burn all the way to her throat.

But what would Matty give her in return? Not what she wants. Not what she craves.

God, Alana hates when she has to fucking listen.

“Matty,” she sings, finding the lapels of his shirt and tugging him back into her. She flutters her eyelashes innocently at him, licking her lips. “I’m sorry.” He snorts at her. It’s another bruise to heal tomorrow. “Please, I mean it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She grabs his cheek with one hand, kissing the other one religiously. “Fuck me. Please, please, Matty, fuck me. I need you.”

With her free hand, she coaxes him back between her legs, spreading his long fingers over her sopping hole. “It’s all for you. It’s always just for you.” She licks his jaw, biting his earlobe. “You’re the only one who can make me feel this way.”

Alana presses his fingers into her entrance. They enter her together, a delicious stretch that has her sighing in relief. It’s crowded and nasty and, oh, my fucking god, she’s fingering herself with fucking Matty Healy.

He seems to be thinking the same whirlwind of thoughts, locked gaze on the spectacle of them between her thighs, working together for perhaps the first time ever.

Alana puppeteers him, pumping their joined fingers together. She’s quick to drive herself to the edge, already so restless and aware and turned on, constantly teetering the cliff he refuses to give her. She knows her best spots anyway, knows how to get herself off quick and easy.

“Are you gonna come for me?” Matty asks, still reveling in the sight of them. Alana nods eagerly. “Are you sure?”

He rips their fingers out of her again. Alana smothers a sob, pain tingling the tips of her. She wants it so badly.

Matty sucks her wet fingers clean, twirling his tongue around her metal ring. “Come on, Alana. Don’t you trust me?” She shakes her head childishly.

She thinks she might go insane. How fitting, completely going off her rockers because of Matty fucking Healy. Her entire body is in a frenzy, feverish and electrified, buzzing with stolen orgasms. He could blow on a bitten nipple and she’s half convinced she’d come on the spot.

But he’s not going to, is he? Alana pouts pitifully to herself, cursing the chess games she plays and then has to suffer from. She knows she put herself in this situation, pushed him too far and now has to watch as he whips back tenfold like a tense elastic.

All she can do is follow along, pleading and praying and begging for a release he’s just not giving her.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay,” Matty coos.

“Please. Please, I can’t—” Alana shakes her head. “I’m so close. Please, let me come.”

He racks two hands through the tangled mess of her hair. “You’re so pretty when you beg. If only they could hear you. If only they knew how fucking pathetic you are for me.”

Alana cries, nodding just to please him, “I am. I am.” She throbs around nothing. “Fuck me, please.”

Matty pouts at her. “See, it’s not so hard.”

He pushes her from her perch on the countertop, catching her as her legs tremble beneath her weight. He leaves her no time to adjust to gravity again, turning her hips around and bending her over the sink.

She gasps at the cold feel of the marble on her tits. His hand presses strongly between her shoulder blades. Alana manages to throw a look back his way, mesmerized by the way he undoes his buckle with one hand, by the strings of curls falling over his forehead, by his swollen, red lips parting as he pants.

By his cock as he pushes his trousers just down enough to reveal it, hard and leaking, swerving just right.

Alana bites her lip, eyes rolling at the sheer idea of it.

“‘Gonna fucking ruin you,” he mutters more to himself than her.

Of course, she can’t stop herself from breathing back, “Haven’t managed to yet.”

He tsks, spanking her naked ass. It rings deliciously down her leg. “Can’t ever stop bratting.” She giggles giddily, shaking her head.

Matty grabs himself by the base, guiding himself between her thighs. His tip rubs at her dripping entrance, still teasing her when she’s near ready to explode from the lack of him.

“Matty…” Alana warns.

He chuckles. “God, you’re impatient.” He thrusts into her, bottoming out.

A scream rips out of her throat. Alana slams her hand against the counter. How fucking right he fits, curving just perfectly inside of her. She bites her tongue, bliss loosening all her tense muscles.

No matter how fucking shit this thing with him is, this, him inside of her, will always be holy.

Matty grabs her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, and pounds into her. He has a wild, brutal rhythm going on, sliding in and out of her before she can register any of them, until all she knows is to moan, pleases and so goods and mores falling off her lips before she can think them.

His skin slaps against her, the rough leather of his belt hitting her ass with each stroke. Mostly, he’s silent for once, too. Pretty, mean words robbed from his throat as he grunts and whines openly. How victorious it makes Alana feel, drowning in the sounds of him like he’s not invading every inch of her. Like she’s won.

Her tongue burns. Ecstasy weeps down her spine. She clenches around him, again and again. “Matty—” She warns, out of breath. She’s learned her lesson. “Matty, I’m—”

“I know, baby.” He whispers hotly, driving into her faster. “What a good girl. Are you gonna say please?”

“Please,” she yells, face scrunching, cunt throbbing as she—

Her walls close around nothing. Alana chokes at the lack of him, too sudden and too quick for her to register until it’s too late. Matty robbed her of an astronomical orgasm again.

She lays there pitiful, pillaged of all fight. Her cheeks feel wet and scratchy and— oh, God, she’s actually crying.

“Oh, baby,” Matty coos, taking her arms and dragging her into the warmth of his body. Her head rolls on his shoulder, letting him play her like his favorite ragdoll. He wipes at her tears. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“It’s too much.”

“You can handle it.” He grabs a handful of her tits, using his other hand to guide her vision to the bathroom mirror. “Look at you,” he whispers. “Look how fucking beautiful you look.”

Alana’s hair is a nest, pretty layers tangled around her face. Her face is flushed; eyeliner dripping down her eyes, lipstick smearing her chin, cheeks red from leftover blush and those pathetic tears. Her chest is blotched scarlet, freckles of growing bruises littering her skin. She’s a mess.

Yet, Matty looks at her with devotion. I’m beautiful. I’m beautiful.

He works slowly into her. His hips grind against her ass, deliciously reverbing in her cunt. Just this is enough to send burning ecstasy down her limbs. It’s this heady mix of pure pleasure and the striking fear that he won’t let her have it that reigns over her head.

Matty makes heavy eye contact in the reflection of the mirror. Pupils dark and penetrating, watching her every hitched breath with fascination. He wants her so much, it chokes her.

His strokes grow faster. Alana whimpers, gripping his arm, terrified of the orgasm building inside of her. She’s run out of words to beg with. All there’s left is pleading eyes, still wet with tears.

Matty sees the message loud and clear. “Shhh,” he whispers. “Trust me. You have to trust me.”

Alana shakes her head. Trusting him is an impossible task, bigger and grander than he’s ever demanded of her. She can’t. She can’t let herself.

He snaps inside of her, cruel and relentless, building her back to that epic cliff. He noses the side of her neck, moaning over and over, “Just trust me. Come on, baby. You have to trust me.” He licks her cheek, shushing in her ear. "Just trust me. Just trust me."

She thinks it’s the meanest he’s ever been with her. Demanding her to trust him at her most vulnerable when it’s him— and it’s her— and she can’t— and she has to.

He's irredeemably cruel. Doesn't he know that he's asking the world of her? How can he ask her to just trust him?

Still, that incessant burning edge. Pression building in her stomach. He presses over her belly, cooing, “Pretty girl.”

She wants it so bad. She wants him so bad. He'll give it to her. She just has to believe that he'll—

Her face scrunch and—

Wiping waves of oblivion. Her head falls into his shoulder, jaw growing slack. Hot, white pleasure strikes the deepest parts of her. Her fingertips buzz, oxygen just a little sweeter, just a little lighter.

Her brain loses all coherent thoughts. She’s a mess of burning fire, licking up her limbs, screaming uselessly Matty, Matty, Matty. It’s all her heart can chant, crashing down a cliff. She smashes to the ground, gracelessly and furiously. Doesn’t stick any kind of landing; just pure, unfiltered ecstasy.

This is why Alana falls into him all the time. Why she keeps this ridiculous tango, choking and poisonous. For the momentary relief of not existing, of just being a body in his skillful hands. She purrs, relieved of any burden, relieved of him, even.

Matty follows quickly after her, spilling inside of her with the sweetest moans she’s ever heard. She laughs happily, gravity still very far from her.

He lingers inside of her, dropping his head on her shoulder, breathing heavily against her naked skin.

“Fuck, Alana.”

“Fuck, Matty.” He chuckles, rubbing his forehead lazily against her. Alana peeks one eye open, nervously watching the ruins of them after their catastrophic pass through each other. “We’re a mess,” she laughs.

It’s always strangely like this when they’re done. Light and breezy. Easy.

Matty smirks, kissing her shoulder. “Mostly you.”

She slaps him, laughing an offended gasp. “Shut up!”

He thrusts out of her. Cum leaks down her thighs, which only makes her vaguely blush. Matty tucks himself back in his trousers, buckling his belt. He works at his half-unbuttoned shirt next, then his forgotten jacket kicked at their feet. Alana watches him solemnly.

When he’s done with himself, he turns her back to him. With gentle fingers, rough at the tips but oh so careful with her, he lowers the skirt of her dress, raising the cups over her bare breasts again. It’s weird to have him like this. Sort of sweet.

He kisses her nose, then smiles ruefully. “See ya.”

Alana frowns as he steps away from her. “What? That’s it?”

He looks back at her, tightening his tie. He arches a bored eyebrow. “What? Did you want to suck my dick clean?”

Alana’s lips part in affront. Fucking Matty Healy. Asking her to trust him just to slap her in the face. She can't believe she considered him any kind of sweet. Considered them anything but an unwatchable forest fire spreading in front of their very eyes.

“Only to bite it off,” she spits, fists clenching in anger.

He smirks. “Kinky.” He opens the door, stepping through. It slams behind him.

It’s dark and cold in the bathroom. Alana crosses her arms, craving a drink and a cigarette. God, she’s a fucking mess.

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Date Night

Soap x AFAB!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, f oral receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, mentions of self-harm

A/N - this happened to me 🙃 my ex did this lmfao stupid prick, curb stomping him wouldn’t be enough. I can’t afford therapy right now so here we are. This ain’t my best work but I’m trying to get back into writing to battle this haze I’m in

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The sound of keys clanging in the door snapped you out of daydream. Blinking away the tears that had gathered you slipped the mask back on. The mask that protected your true self, vulnerable and hurt. Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall, your house mate was finally home from deployment.

‘Hi Johnny!’ You called out from the kitchen. He let out a sigh as he dropped his bags, the wooden floor creaked and strained beneath the weight. ‘God, good to be home’ he called out, the smile evident in his voice. He finally made his way into the living room, it was open planed, he saw your figure at the cooker. Stirring something that smelt good and had your undivided attention. ‘What is that divine smell?’ He asked as he took off his boots.

Taking a deep breath you made sure the mask was secure, ‘lasagne, I know it’s your favourite annnnd there’s a crate of irn bru in the fridge for you. Though I may have stolen some’ you laughed. Coming over to the cooker he dipped a spoon in and slurped up the beefy sauce. ‘You’re a fuckin angel. But I have a date tonight, so no lasagne for me’ he wiggled his eyebrows cheekily. A flash of disappointment flew through you, but instead you plastered on your fakest smile and hugged him instead. ‘Check you out lover boy, I’m still gonna have some, I’ll put yours in the fridge.’

He thanked you again before making his way to the bathroom to shower. You carried on making the food, your mind mulling over the conversation with your ex, if you could call it that. Pottering about in the kitchen you waited for the food to cook, the sound of Johnnys music filled the silence. Some EDM track that was clearly hyping him up for his date. You were happy for him, his last girlfriend was a bit of a bitch in all honesty. It was nice to see him excited for once.

You poked and prodded at your food in-front of you, your appetite suddenly disappearing. Your mind ruminating, spiralling further and further into an abyss of darkness. Tears began to well again, this time you were unable to contain them, they fell and ran down your cheeks. You sobbed quietly into your jumper, hoping the sleeves would muffle the tears. Your chest ached, as a prang of anguish stabbed at your heart. You weren’t even sure why you were sad, you should have been angry. But ultimately you were hurt.

You were so caught up in your mind you hadn’t heard him come down the stairs. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw you hunched over the kitchen table. Seeing the movement out of the corner of your eye you quickly wiped away your tears. Forcing a smile you wiped your hair out of your face. ‘Johnny! You look so handsome, have a wonderful time’ you sniffed. Walking over to the table he sat next to you, ‘what’s wrong?’ Concern plastered over his face.

‘Nothing’ you shrugged, dropping your gaze away from his. ‘This don’t look like nothing. I’m not going till you tell me.’

‘I’m fine.’

‘You’re clearly not. Tell me.’ You rolled your eyes pushing him slightly ‘I’m fine, you’re gonna be late.’ He sighed as he pulled out his phone. ‘What’re you doing?’ You asked craning your neck to see. ‘Rearranging.’ Eyes widening you begged him to go, ‘please go, I’ll feel so bad if you don’t. You don’t need to worry about me.’

‘Well I do and I’m not going.’ The sound of the text being sent filled the silence as he turned his full attention to you once more. He placed a hand on your back as you fell into his chest, he held you tight as he cradled the back of your head. Playing with the fabric of his shirt you took in a deep breath. ‘My ex text me..’ you began.

‘Get tae fuck? That piece of shit?! Fuck he want now?’ You groaned into his chest, knowing he was going to lose his shit. ‘He sent me a picture of a cut on his leg, with a knife next to him. Told me I made him do it.’

You felt him tense beneath you, ‘fuckin excuse me?! What the fuck?! What’s his number, no way am I standing for that.’ You gripped his wrist, ‘Johnny no. He ain’t worth it, it just caught me off guard which is why I’m upset.’ You could see his chest puff out slightly as the artery in his neck pulsated with fury. ‘I’ll kill him. Swear t’god.’ You chucked at his protectiveness ‘no you won’t, cause he ain’t worth it. You and the boys could always rough him up though.’

‘Don’t know whether we’d know when to stop’ he smirked.

You sat up from his chest and offered a pathetic smile. ‘There she is’ he smiled back his hand still cradling the back of your neck. Your hand rested on his thigh, it was firm and warm to the touch. Your eyes met as you felt your breath get caught in your throat, something shifted in that moment. ‘You can still make the date’ you whispered. His grasp became tighter on your neck as he dropped his gaze to your lips. ‘I don’t think I want to.’

Slowly your faces edged closer together until your noses touched slightly, ‘Johnny, please go on your date.’ It was a pathetic attempt to stop whatever was happening. ‘Do you really want me to?’ His voice was a breathless whisper. Your lips hovered just above his, his breath danced along your own. Sliding your hand further up his thigh you finally said the word you secretly both wanted to hear. ‘No.’

Giving in your lips met, it was slow, tender, gentle. A low groan rippled from his chest as his tongue swept at your bottom lip, as you granted him entry he slid his free hand around your waist. You cupped his face pulling him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Shifting from your chair you climbed onto his lap. He smiled into the kiss, you could taste it on your lips.

Pulling back you bit your lip, heat rising to your cheeks. Averting your gaze you felt the sting of embarrassment tease at your chest. You rested your hands on his broad chest turning your head. Heart thumping, mind racing, the surge of adrenaline coursed through you as he cupped your cheek pulling your gaze back to him. ‘You want this?’

You stomach churned with nerves, once this bridge was crossed there was no going back. Burnt forever.

But you wanted it.

Badly.

You always had.

‘Yes.’ It was barely above a whisper, but you meant it.

He gripped your thighs and lifted you with ease, squeaking into his neck as he hoisted you onto his hips. Walking over to the sofa he sat down with you still in his lap. A giggle fell from your mouth as you repositioned yourself. Splaying his hands over your hips he pressed you down into his crotch. ‘Always loved the sound of your laugh.’ Throwing your head back you exposed your neck to him, long and elegant. ‘Really?’

He pulled you back into him as he whispered against your neck, ‘really.’ Peppering kisses along your skin he nipped at your earlobe ‘wanted y’since I first led eyes on you.’ You moaned as you clawed at the back of his head, raking your nails along his Mohawk. ‘Yeah?’ You asked as you rolled your hips, gripping his hair in between your fingers. He hissed as he licked his bottom lip ‘fuck, yeah. Bad. Fucked my fist thinking of this for so long.’

Feeling your panties become wet you slammed your lips back onto his, this time the kiss was faster, sloppier. You rolled your hips again causing him to nip your bottom lip. He tugged at your jumper, pulling it off in a swift motion revealing your plump breasts. You worked his button until his shirt fell open, revealing his toned chest with a dusting of hair. Scrambling with it you finally managed to pull it off as he undid your bra. Placing kisses along your collar bone he squeezed a nipple in between his fingers eliciting a whimper from you.

Your nimble fingers undid his belt in record time, slapping your ass he moved you off him so you were now laying down on the sofa. You looked beautiful to him, hair tussled, face flushed and glowing as you panted. He pulled off your leggings and discarded them somewhere behind him. He knelt in front of you, lifting your leg over his shoulder he placed kisses along your thigh as he looked up at you. His piercing blue eyes full of desire and lust, pupils blown wide. He teased his tongue along your clothed cunt, already tasting how sweet you were.

Moving your panties to the side he groaned at how wet you were. He swiped his tongue along your slit gathering your arousal on the tip. Hissing through your teeth at the contact you bucked your hips, begging for more. Wrapping his arms around your hips he secured you onto his face as he methodically and lazily licked your clit. Burying your head in the sofa pillows you let your body float away into a cloud of pleasure. He ate your pussy like a man starved, savouring every morsel of your juices.

‘Fuck Johnny’ you panted twisting your fingers in his hair. When he finally removed himself from your dripping cunt he kissed his way back to your mouth. You tasted yourself in the kiss as you ground your hips into his. Pulling away he searched your eyes for any objection, for any doubt but all he saw was want. ‘Say yes’ he whispered ‘please.’ Cupping his face you placed a form kiss on his lips ‘yes, fuck, yes.’

A wide grin spread across his lips as he lined himself up at your entrance. Pushing himself in a shudder ran down his spine, you felt heavenly against him. Your mouth fell open as you adjusted to his stretch, he began to move his hips gently. He watched as your eyes fluttered and your features twisted from the new feeling. Leaning down to your ear he planted in your ear, ‘wanted this for so long, y’feel so good.’ Pulling closer into you, you rested your cheek against his as sounds of ecstasy filled the room.

‘Harder, please, shit’ you mewled. He picked up his pace slamming his hips further into you, his hard cock filled you perfectly. ‘Don’t stop Johnny.’ He stifled a laugh as he tried to regain some composure ‘keep talkin like that I won’t last much longer love.’

‘Fuck, I don’t care, I want you to cum for me. Want you to fill me.’ A shaky whimper fell from his lips at your statement as his eyes rolled. ‘Dirty fuckin mouth you got, doin so well love.’

The unexpected praise coughed you to clench around him, ‘wanna go on top’ you demanded. Pulling out he positioned you on top as you sank down on his hard cock once more. Rolling your hips back and forth have your clit the missing pressure it craved. He gripped your hips as you rode him, skin glistening in the dull light of the living room. Unable to pull his eyes from your face his mouth dropped open as guttural moans built up within his chest. He was close. So were you.

The pressure on your clit proved too much, your orgasm crashing around you out of nowhere. You placed your forehead on his as you inhaled each others moans, digging your nails into his neck as you rode out your climax. He threw his head back as he came, a tease of your name on his lips. You felt his cock pulsate inside you as he drenched your walls with his cum.

Collapsing onto his shoulder he rubbed your back, tracing small circles on your sensitive skin. He cupped your jaw again and pulled you into a passionate embrace. Breaking the kiss you offered him a warm smile, one that could melt even the coldest of hearts. ‘I’m not reducing your rent mind’ you teased, a wicked glint in your eye. ‘Wouldn’t dream of askin hen.’

Tracing your nails over his neck you suddenly looked embarrassed, Johnny worried he’d done something wrong furrows his brows. ‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Anything’ he replied a little confused. Pursing your lips you built up the courage to ask. ‘You wanna stay in my room tonight?’ His eyes lit up, full of mischievous sparkle.

‘Yeah, I’d like that.’

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junggunz · 10 months

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Lookism: At An EDM Festival

featuring: daniel, jay, vasco, jace, zack, vin jin, dg, gun, goo, samuel, jake + a hint of big deal.

an: coping with writers block by making a shitpost that only i will find funny AHAHAHA. tw: for the sprinkles of m0lly.

Daniel…gets a little overwhelmed by how many people are at the festival. probably doesn't take too much to get him FLOORED.

He’s particularly shocked by how little some of the girls wear. (since when were pasties, a thong, some glitter and Demonias considered an OUTFIT?)

His outfit is nothing to write home about though. If he’s not wearing just a t-shirt and shorts, he has on a baseball jersey for a dj he likes. The jersey was probably gifted to him by Jay.

Even after what happened at Club Vivi, he still gets surprised when seeing a bunch of people on different substances.

The mainstage is his home.

Obviously, when the party favors are brought out, he lets loose but doesn't go too crazy because he doesn't wanna black out; making new friends, trading kandi, dancing more and whatever. Probably might get bold enough to exchange social media handles with whoever comes up to him

[music taste: Seven lions, Jason Ross, Porter Robinson, Dabin, JVNA, Adventure Club, San Holo, Madeon, K?D, etc.]

Jay… is probably the one to supply party favors because he doesn’t trust anyone else to bring good or safe stuff. Especially if Daniel is partaking.

MDMA makes him talk. A LOT. The most he ever speaks.

Probably one of the best dressed guys at the festival since festival fashion for men is nonexistent.

He hates the idea of camping at a fest and would prefer a hotel or airbnb. But if the homies wanna camp, best believe he’s renting an RV for them to share.

He likes trance the most but he’ll go to whatever stage Daniel wants to be at.

[music taste: Above & Beyond, Tiesto, Kaskade, ATB, Armin Van Buren, Mat Zo, Hardwell, Dj Encore, Yuri Kane, etc.]

Vasco… dresses like a wook on accident (he couldn’t help it, the pashmina and bucket hat were comfy).

Listens to the same music as a wook on occasion (dubstep, riddim, experimental bass). But is not a wook because he is a good boy AND DOESN’T freeload.

He likes happy hardcore music as well.

Sober raver.

Good vibes all around because he’s friendly. He loves trading kandi and little trinkets.

Will protect you when a mosh pit breaks out. Gives the best shoulder rides.

He’s in charge of holding the totem just in case the group loses him; but mostly so Jace can use the totem as a beacon to corral the other kiddos.

[music taste: Bear Grillz, Ganja White Night, Dion Timmer, Subtronics, Gammer, S3RL, Technikore, Ziggy X, etc]

Jace… plays the role of rave dad with Vasco kind of but not really coparenting.

He’s the one to make sure that everyone has their water, he’s the one who gets everyone between stages and works around set conflicts so everyone can see their favorite dj.

Has plenty of gum and Vicks on deck.

Probably popular with girls because 1) he has gum 2) he fans everyone 3) surprisingly good at gloving and gives light shows.

He probably has the most varied taste in the group because he and Vasco wander from stage to stage.

[music taste: Steve Aoki, Timmy Trumpet, RIOT, Excision, Alison Wonderland, Getter, Kayzo, Slushii, Ray Volpe, etc.]

Zack… has mainstage/househead energy.

We’ve seen him drunk, he’s definitely one of those guys who hits all the homies with the “BRO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND” when he’s rolling.

Occasionally gets too lost in the sauce and stares at the stage visuals like he’s seen God. Someone get him some darker sunglasses.

Sings along to the songs he knows, screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs.

Wants to give shoulder rides AND get them.

Definitely fun in this setting and brings it out in Jay and Daniel.

[music taste: Diplo, Chris Lake, FISHER, Jauz, AC Slater, Noizu, John Summit, Zhu, Louis The Child, etc.]

Vin Jin… says he hates raves but tags along with Mary anyway.

FOR ONCE he doesn’t look like a weirdo for wearing sunglasses the entire time because so many other people are wearing them (yeah, he’s not the only one trying to hide his eyes)

Probably bums a bump from whoever is willing to share their party favors with him.

Quite honestly, Mary only invited him so he could take pictures for her and act as backup if some weirdos bug her.

Plus, if he rolls, he’s guaranteed to be less of an asshole even if it’s just for a few hours. I think he gets the eye shakes really bad when rolling though LMFAO.

Doesn’t care for most edm, is literally just there to vibe and keep his bestie company since she was nice enough to buy his ticket.

[music tastes: RL Grime, Getter, Carnage, Flosstradamus, TroyBoi, etc..anyone who produces edm trap or dabbles in producing hip hop music is gonna be what he leans toward.]

DG…is constantly being invited to festivals because he’s collabed with enough djs/producers.

probably friends with more than half the festival lineup.

He’s that one fucker with the $250,000 tab for bottle service in the VIP area.

Refuses to step foot in the GA section.

Another person just there to vibe and have a good time. maybe network with some more artists.

[music tastes: whatever sounds good to him tbh.As an artist, he has to be open to exploring all genres. Probably hates dubstep though.]

Goo…goes wherever the party is.

Not too bougie to stay in the VIP areas the entire night. But definitely does spend most of his time around the folks with money.

Only goes into GA to see the drama and chaos. Maybe cause a little chaos as well.

He has the money for designer drugs but is stingy as hell.

He’s more than likely the reason why DG’s tab is so much.

Will see someone having a bad trip AND MAKE IT WORSE just because he thinks it’s funny

While rolling, he secretly wants a rave bae. Honestly might hook up with someone if he was really feeling it.

[music tastes: listens to anything fun and upbeat. Anything too slow or downtempo bores the hell out of him.]

Gun…has a hard time admitting that he has fun at festivals.

He’s a techno snob so he definitely likes the music but festivals are so grimy in his eyes.

He detests being around the GA crowd.

Biggest flex is that he was able to get into the infamous Berghain club just off of vibes alone. No intimidation or bribery needed.

Hates seeing people who can’t handle their drugz.

Would you even be able to tell he was rolling if his eyes are always black- LMFAO

Very happy that he can smoke freely; even if it means other people side eye him.

Definitely tags along with Goo to go ruin people’s trip.

[music taste: Gesaffelstein, Creeds, One True God, Eli Brown, HI-LO, Rezz, Charlotte de Witte, UMEK, Joyhauser, etc.]

Samuel…attracts too much attention he doesn’t want.

ABGs LOVE HIM. ABBs WANNA BE HIM. AHAHAHA

Why’d he even come- he hates how these random ass people on molly keep trying to come up and talk to him

Okay jk if you’ve seen the playlist you know I see him as a sadboi raver because i think it’s hilarious.

He uses music festivals as an escape. Definitely can be a little bit sleazy like Goo- he doesn’t care because it’s not like he’s gonna see or remember anyone at the festival again.

Goo gave him a VIP wristband because he was hoping to see drunk Sammy cause a scene.

The most that Samuel does is go a little too hard in the mosh pit and gets on some people’s nerves.

While rolling, he’s hype but he’s trying to vibe and enjoy some tunes. Getting kicked out for fighting would make him sad if he didn’t get to see his favorite dj.

He’s a basshead/melodic dubstep type guy.

[music taste: SLANDER, ARMNHMR, Svdden Death, Kai Wachi, Sullivan King, ILLENIUM, etc.]

Jake (+Big Deal)...is just here to bond with the homies.

Yo how tf were they able to afford going to a music festival.

They’re just here to bond with each other and share the experience of going to a music festival together. How cute.

Big Deal as a whole is pleasant to be around at a festival, trying to keep PLUR alive. They have their own ideals so the concept of practicing Peace, Love, Unity and Respect in the rave scene is very admirable to them.

Lua gets a bunch of cute pics in the outfit she DIY’d. She also made sure EVERYONE had coordinating outfits to match her. Jerry made kandi with her the night before the fest. Jerry is probably the one to carry the totem for Big Deal. Brad and Jason are shook when some girls come up to them asking to trade kandi. Lineman learns about some of the flow arts from people he meets. Sinu and Yeonhui are rave couple goals.

Obviously, when they’re all rolling it turns into a big bromance festival. Hugs, shoulder rides, head massages, it’s all that typa stuff going on with them.

Jake is the head of the train when they move from stage to stage. They make it a point to always stick together because cell service sucks at festivals. If one person wants to get water, they all get water. If someone needs to go to the bathroom, they all go.

Jake “adopts” Sammy into Big Deal’s rave fam and take care of him when they find him rolling too hard in the pit LMFAO

Jake is the rave dad of this family; even if it was Lua who remembered to pack all the essentials.

Idk Jake seems down to party. Even if Sinu is the one who has to encourage him to ease up a little. Like when does he ever get to have fun-

Jake might be THE ONE who doesn’t just find a rave bae, but is able to find something like a significant other at an event like this LOL.

[music taste: they’re all new to the scene trying to figure out what EDM subgenres they like and don’t like tbh.]

#tw: drugz #shitpost #junggunz.txt

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filthyneverdie · 2 years

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NAMO - Recoil Rhythm

#cyberpunk #cyberpunk aesthetic #cyberpunk style #edm sauce #edm music #electronic beats #cyberpunk vibes #future beats #future music #underground music #future soul #future sounds #cgi animation

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missguomeiyun · 25 days

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AYCE dimsum

1st of its species in Edm .. AYCE dimsum @ Top One.

Located on Whyte Ave, this restaurant used to be a Korean/Japanese fusion place.

I came to this place for lunch on a Tues in mid-February. To be exact, I came on Feb. 13. From my knowledge, a lot has changed since my visit. Therefore, I will only be sharing my experience here (maybe at the end I'll share what I heard from my coworker's experience, which was 2 weeks after mine).

Okay, 1st off. I got this picture menu. I think this was suitable & useful.

The 2nd piece of paper. Also laminated, this is the ordering sheet. It has the table number as well as the check-out time. When they 1st opened, it was 2hr limit. When I went, that became 90mins; however, the lady said bcos it wasn't busy, they gave extra 20mins, which was 110 haha still not the full 120min but. .. that's the most you could get :P

Their system was actually very efficient. When I heard AYCE dimsum, I had assumed it was the traditional 'pick up whatever you want' from a communal area with steamed dishes. That was NOT it, at all.

So what did happen was. .. we filled out round 1 on the sheet. The staff lady would take the sheet into the kitchen & prep the stuff (& bring out the items as they're prepared). Once the order is complete, they will bring back an empty order sheet.

Of note, there were some minor ordering details. ..

I'm sure you see the wastage fee in the upper right corner. Keep that in mind.

& also, the lady told us that during busy times, tables of diners can only max 5 items per person per round of ordering. For instance, if you have a party of 2, during busy hrs, the 2 of you can order max 10 unique items (doesn't matter the quantity of each one; they only care about unique items). The reason for this was to ensure every table gets something, & the kitchen isn't just prepping your order.

Waiting for our round 1~ It's really unlike a dimsum restaurant haha

Took some time to see the back. The interior is same as before when it was the Korean/Japanese place. (I've been here once)

I don't know much about their hot pot but it's by weight & only available during dinner service. The AYCE dimsum service, at the time of my visit, is available all day (till they close). Of course, you can't order both kinds of service at your table. Everyone has to only do dimsum OR hotpot.

The standard: shrimp dumplings & the siu mai.

The siu mai was good; decent size, flavour was good. Freshly steamed. The shrimp dumplings - not so good even though also freshly steamed.. The dough/wrap portion was kind of stiff. The filling was alright though.

Ribs: good. Looks sad but you can always order more. I didn't eat chicken feet.

Xiao long bao was mediocre. I think you gotta be reasonable for certain things. For AYCE where I expected to just grab from a table, these were freshly steamed when the order sheet comes in so I felt it was decent. Also, the lady said they order from a supplier for most things so . .. I mean, it's not really the restaurant, it's the supplier. I think the xiao long bao is better than the store-bought frozen ones but lacking compared to other places. The beef ball, I didn't have bcos it contains the dried mandarin peel stuff, which I dislike in meat balls.

Pan-fried rice rolls. Okay, this was good as is but misleading in terms of what the name suggested. Pan-fried rice rolls should have a bit of the umm. .. well, evidence of pan-fried-ness lol these were pan-fried but VERY slightly. They lacked the crispy edges. But, like I said, flavour was good (just simple soy sauce) & the rice rolls were soft, so I don't particularly have anything to complain about. Just. .. didn't match what I expected.

Now this one is the steamed plain rice roll. This was legit like the Cantonese stuff that I've had in the motherland, which was pleasantly surprising. This kind of plain rice roll is essentially a large sheet & it steamed/scrunched up like this. Unlike the typical steamed rice rolls you see in dimsum restaurants in Edm (the ones that contain some sort of filling, whether it's BBQ pork or beef or shrimp). I REALLY liked this! It had no flavour on its own but it comes with peanut sauce. Each table also has chili sauce & soy sauce so you can customerize your 'flavour'. I chose the ribs juice from above & soy sauce.

Deep fried shrimp wontons: 10/10!

The curry squid. .. okay, they brought out a 'cold' one in error. They were really nice about it when I told them that it was cold.

The hot "ready" one; I give .. 8.5/10. Honestly, I think it was actually good to realize they do steam things fresh. Like that 1st dish of curry squid was literally... not ready.

Round 2!

Pan-fried shrimp cake & chiu chow dumpling. I don't like this kind of dumpling so I didn't commit to any lol the shrimp cake was not bad. It had a lot of shrimp but also a lot of vegetables. I've never had shrimp cake like this before.

Pork + century egg congee. This was delicious!!

Wonton in chili oil. We ordered 2 just for trying purposes but got 5. We would've kept it if we liked it but ended up sending 3 back into the kitchen (didn't want to pay wastage fee when we didn't even order that many). The wonton was good but the sauce was not. I had imagined it was like. .. a diff chili oil. This was chili oil mixed with red vinegar - it's a northen Chinese thing, I later found it. Had that Szechuan numbing spice in there. I just wasn't a fan but. .. maybe you will be!

Wings were kinda dry but pretty good; flavour was 'original' haha ie: salt. Spring rolls = no good. They were the grocery store frozen kinds & contained mushy vegetable inside.

Soy sauce chow mein. GOOD! Freshly made & you can smell the wok-smokiness.

Eggtarts . .. 8/10. Others have high standards for egg tarts but for me, my biggest thing is the filling. Not the amount, not the ratio with the crust . . just the flavour & texture itself. I dislike egg-y ones & ones that are too sweet. This was not bad but the texture was not as smooth as I would have liked it to be. May have been over-baked. But otherwise, the crust was okay. I also dislike flaky crust lol & this one wasn't very flaky.

Coconut jelly. It was alright. Refreshing, that's for sure.

Osmanthus jelly & mango pudding. The jelly was really not my thing. The texture was weird! & I generally don't like floral-y things. The mango pudding though. .. 10/10!

Alright, so what my coworkers experienced. .. they also went on a weekday for lunch, when it wasn't busy but they were given a strict 90mins. It was enough for them so they didn't mind. Plus, they didn't like the food so they were looking forward to leaving :( they had a smaller menu (like maybe 33% smaller than mine) that was presented on an iPad with some items being unavailable, which made the list even shorter! They also said they paid more than $23.88/person. Altogether, more expensive with fewer food options & strict time limit . .. & 'bad' food. Now I feel terrible for recommending. But hey! When I went, it wasn't like that =(

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Old Flame Chapter 4

Thankfully, you still had a couple bottles of wine left over from the previous night of debauchery, so you quickly grabbed an opener and popped the cork on a bottle of red blend. “Fuck a glass” you said to yourself. You tilted the bottle up and took a swig right from the head. You swallowed, and noticed the few hits from the bowl were also starting to take effect. You loved this warm fuzzy feeling that the mixture of wine and weed created deep in your guts. Your mind drifted back to last night’s activities with Jake, and you closed your eyes and took another drink. The flashbacks were coming at you like lightning bolts- him snapping your bottoms on your skin in the hot tub, his tongue buried between your legs, the hot water rolling over his shoulders as you went down on him in the shower. You swallowed again and opened your eyes to find Josh face to face with you. He smiled when you jumped back in surprise. “Damnit Josh what the hell?!” you squawked. “Watcha thinkin about?” He was beaming with a wide, fake smile. “None of your business, butthead,” you replied, flicking him on the nose. You walked away, wine bottle in hand. “Sheesh okay miss attitude,” Josh joked back.

You sauntered past Danny and Sam sprawled out on the couch and plopped down in a deep armchair by the fire place. “Uh oh!!! She has the wine bottle again! We’re going to get another liquor spitting show! Jake, come get your girl!” Sam yelled the last sentence. Danny turned and hit Sam in the stomach with a decorative pillow. “Ow! What the hell!” Sam reacted by punching Danny in the shoulder. In two seconds the best friends were wrestling on the couch, knocking pillows into the floor and sliding the cushions off. You rolled your eyes and stood up quickly, the large swigs of wine already going to your head even more. You decided go help Jezz and Taylor with getting the early dinner finished. Taylor had decided to make her famous baked ziti with garlic bread. “Are your boyfriends always this handsy with each other?” you asked jokingly, hopping up to sit on the counter. Jezz giggled. “Only sometimes when we’ve been holding out on them for a few days, then they become touchy with each other,” both girls giggled into their hands. You looked at them puzzled.

“Wait, you hold out on them? Like on purpose? At the same time?” You asked.

Jezz sighed and continued, “Yeah, it started out as a game to see who would cave first. Now we do it all the time, without the guys knowing. Then we make a plan to both give it up on the same night.”

“It’s actually hilarious to watch from the outside. They haven’t caught onto us yet,” Taylor went on, leaning in to whisper to you. “That’s why we’re excited for Josh and Kayla’s game tonight.” She gave you a little wink, stirring her pasta sauce in the pot.

You straightened up on your seat. “Am I the only one who doesn’t know about this “game” tonight?!” you air quoted the word.

Jezz answered. “It’s gonna be spin the bottle but with a twist.” You stomach dropped. “What’s the twist?” You took another large drink of the wine. Jezz pushed your shoulder, “that’s all they told us, those cheeky fuckers.” You looked across the room at Jake. He met your stare and brought his bottom lip under his top teeth. You were definitely in for it tonight.

After dinner, everyone had started to become quite intoxicated. Josh was playing loud music, he had since abandoned the record player and switched to his speaker. He was blaring some sort of loud, jungley, almost EDM sounding music with lyrics in a different language. Jake yelled at him overtop of the music, “Josh, this isn’t your normal type of music, are you okay?”

“I’m trying to expand my palate a bit, you know, stranger horizons and all that shit!” Josh opened his arms and brought them back into himself as he spoke. Always so animated. Kayla appeared suddenly with a tray of tiny shot glasses of whiskey. “Alright friends! Take a shot glass,” everyone grabbed a glass and held them up to cheers, waiting for Kayla’s next instruction. Jake made his way over to stand beside you.

“I’m so happy we can all be here together, eating, drinking, and being merry! I love you all so much. Here’s to us, and new beginnings,” she lifted her glass higher, signaling everyone to clink. You all simultaneously set your glasses on the tabletop before shooting the hot liquor. New beginnings? What did she mean by that? Hopefully she had not had a secret meeting with Jake without you knowing. After everyone finished their drink, Jake took his hip and knocked into yours playfully. “Cheers, y/n,” he grinned a toothy, half-lidded smile. “Cheers, Jakey,” you replied with a knock back into his hip.

“Alright, it’s time for games!” Kayla clapped her hands together and grabbed a plastic bag full of items, making her way back to the dining room table. “I’m sure you’ve all heard of the game we’ve got planned for this evening,” she took the seat at the head of the table, and turned behind her to dim the lights. “The first rule is that you can’t sit next to your significant other,” Kayla went on. Oh shit.

Danny returned with two arms full of beers for the table. Everyone arranged themselves so they were sitting next to a non-partner. Jake sat directly across from you, elbows on the table, hands folded over his mouth, boring his eyes into you. When he noticed your look meeting his, his eyes immediately went dark. He smirked his damned side smile and chuckled quietly. How was he able to turn this evil control over you on and off so easily? You felt a knot in your stomach start to form. Another drink of the wine straight from the head only made it worse.

“Alright, the game is spin the bottle. We all know how that is played,” Josh began. He sat an old green glass beer bottle in the center of the table on its side. “Does everyone consent to possibly kissing someone at this table?” Your stomach dropped again. Everyone gave a collective, but cautious shrug of ‘yes’ and ‘sure’. Jake sat completely still, not taking his eyes off of yours until he reached for his drink, swirled the contents, and sipped. God, this man was so beautiful.

Sam spoke up, “Wait, I might have to kiss you? Or Jake or Danny?”

Josh replied laughing, “Perhaps, Sam. Perhaps not. Anyways. Since we have all consented, here are the rules. M’lady?”

Kayla took over. “The youngest will spin first,” she then laid a stack of cards on the table. “These cards determine what will happen after you spin and the bottle chooses your partner. There are 3 different colors- red, blue, and yellow. Yellow means cheek, blue means anywhere but lips, and red means lips.” The cards were mixed up, so the player could choose any color at any time. Kayla then set out another stack of cards. “These are the wild cards. After you draw a color, you draw a wild card to go along with it.” Your stomach dropped yet again..this game was going to be hot. Josh drug an extra chair into the space between the table and the kitchen island. “This is the hot seat. Whoever the bottle lands on must sit here until the next turn.”

Everyone seemed into it, you had all gotten very close, and what the hell? It was all fun and games anyway. What happens in the cabin, stays in the cabin. Sam stood up. “I’m going to need more liquor for this!” He returned quickly with a bottle of tequila, taking a large shot and passing it around the table.

Josh clapped his hands together. “Okay, Miss Jezz, I believe you are the youngest darling. Spin the bottle.” Jezz took a deep breath, and spun the bottle. After about 15 seconds, it landed on Kayla. The table uproared in nervous applause and relief. Jezz then drew a color card. Kayla spoke, “Blue, anywhere but lips. Ok, draw a wild card.” Jezz picked up the top card on the deck and read, “Player must tie their hands behind their back.” Everyone cooed a collective ‘uh oh’ while Kayla pulled a necktie out of her special bag of goodies. You wondered what else could possibly be in that bag. She threw the tie at Jezz, and stood up to take her place in the hot seat. Jezz was a confident girl. Not as much as her wild counterpart Taylor, but she was sultry nonetheless. She was shorter but was beautifully curvy in all the right places. She and Danny, comparatively, were complete opposites looks wise. He was tall and buff while she stood no higher than right below his nipples. Jezz was a dancer from the time she was 4, so her shape just added to her natural state of poise and flow. Kayla plopped down in the hot seat. “Gimmie all you got girl,” she said with extreme assurance. Jezz sauntered over behind the chair and grabbed Kayla’s hands, softly tying them behind her back. She then put her hand on Kayla’s cheek and slowly circled the chair. She stepped one leg on either side of Kayla, straddling her but still standing. She titled Kayla’s head to the side, and pulled her hair behind her neck. She leaned down over Kayla and placed a long, open kiss right below her ear. She pulled off of her skin with a pop of her lips while both girls erupted into laughter. “Oh my god Jezz, you gave me chill bumps!” Kayla yelled, in between fits of laughter.

You glanced over to Danny and Josh. Both of their eyes were wide with delight and they had their jaws on the floor. “Well that was a fucking hot way to start the game,” Josh said. Danny agreed with a nod “that’s my girl.”

Jezz untied Kayla’s hands and they returned to their seats. “Okay, play resumes to the left of Jezz.” That would be you. Another swig of wine. You spun the bottle with force. The bottle seemed to spin on and on forever while the fuzziness from the alcohol and weed from earlier began to overtake your brain. The bottle came to a slow. It landed directly between Josh and Danny. “Uh oh, what do we do when that happens? Spin again?” Taylor asked. Kayla pulled out the instruction box. “No, I think I read something about this,” she said as she scanned the pamphlet. “Here it is.

‘If the bottle lands between two players, don’t spin again. Take advantage of the luck, and involve all players for a kinky round’.

Okay so, I guess all 3 of you are in for it this time.”

You put your head in your hands with embarrassment. Again the table cheered with shared excitement. You drew a color card. Red. OH SHIT. Danny and Josh shared a look and blushed themselves. Next you drew a wild card and read it aloud,

“The tables have turned, players switch places. The spinner is in the hot seat. Oh yeah, and blindfold the spinner.”

Well, that changed things. You went from thinking you were going to have to kiss BOTH Danny and Josh to worrying about them both kissing you. This damned game is crazy. Your head began spinning again as you locked eyes with Jake for a split second. His eyes had the look for pure devilish hunger. The little voice in the back of your head spoke up again for the first time since yesterday. ‘Fuck it’. You stood up boldly and made your way to the hot seat. Danny and Josh had already begun conversing in the corner and devising a plan. Josh grabbed the same necktie used earlier, and waltzed over to the chair, Danny in tow. Everyone was watching with intent.

“Okay hot stuff, here’s the deal,” Josh spoke as he tied the necktie around your head, covering your eyes. “You can’t see us, right?” You shook your head ‘no’. Everything was black. Your stomach was overturning with excitement. “One of us is going to kiss you, and you have to guess which. If you get it right, good for you. If you get it wrong, well, I guess you have to take a shot.” Your head was swimming now, the loss of one of your senses had heightened the rest. You nodded your head in agreement and let out a tiny sigh. “Okay, let’s do it.” You could hear them both slowly walking around you in the hot seat musical chairs style. A slower, more sensual song had begun to play now, and it seemed so much louder. You don’t know if it was because you couldn’t see, or if they had purposefully turned up the volume.

Suddenly, someone had tilted the chair back on its two back legs, startling a small squeal out of you. You instinctively grabbed the sides of the chair, holding on for dear life. The chair was being lowered back and back even more. You could tell that one of them was straddling you leaning the chair back, while the other was behind you holding the chair for support. You finally relaxed when the chair stopped drifting backwards. You took a deep breath, and suddenly a pair of sweet, soft lips were on yours. The mix of the wine, being blindfolded, laying suspended on your back in the chair, and having someone you’ve never kissed before locking into your lips with sweet fervor was enough to make you want to take whoever this was upstairs right then and there. You quickly stashed this feeling in the back of your mind for a later date.

The person lightly and quickly brushed his tongue across your bottom lip. It was done so quickly that you truly believed it was meant to be a secret kept just between the two of you. The kiss lasted no more than 5 seconds, but it tasted like liquor and peppermint candy. You remembered Danny had been chewing on a candy cane after dinner. He pulled away slightly, but not before pausing with a centimeter between your lips, exhaling a hot breath for just a second.

Suddenly the chair was placed back down on all fours. You got dizzy. “Take your guess babe,” Kayla spoke. You exhaled sharply. “Danny.” You answered. You felt the necktie come loose from around your head. Danny was in front of you, crouched at the knees now. He took the tie on either end and snapped it quickly in front of your blurry eyes. He met your gaze and stared deeply into your eyes. “Very good, sweetheart.” He licked his lips after he spoke, and lingered the for a fraction of a second, not wanting to let this fleeting moment go. Holy hell, you were absolutely melting. Danny stood and tossed the tie onto the table. You sat for a second, collecting your thoughts. That was downright sexy as hell, you didn’t know little Danny had that in him. You glanced at Jezz, and she looked equally turned on, slapping Danny on the ass as he walked by her to take his seat. Thank God she, Taylor, and Kayla were cool about this kind of stuff. Josh came around from behind you and helped you stand up. He grabbed your hands and made sure you could hold yourself sturdy. “Thanks for not letting him drop me, Joshy,” you grinned at him. “No problem, Mama. That was hot, huh?” You raised your eyebrows in agreement. You returned to your seat and looked at Jake. He was rubbing his hands together with his face confused. Not mad, upset, or jealous, but more conniving. He sucked his teeth and spoke, “Okay, my turn.”

You continued downing the wine, and you crossed your legs as you sat to gain a little bit of friction and satisfaction after that display.

The bottle spun, and landed on Kayla. “Dang Kayla, you’re getting all the action tonight, no fair!” Sam complained. “Sorry brother, fate is on my side I guess,” she shrugged at him. Jake drew a color card. Blue. And next, a wild card. He read to the group,

“If all parties involved are cool with it, add tongue.”

His eyes widened as he looked at his twin for permission to kiss his girl. “Ah, you don’t have to kiss her on the lips, so I guess if you don’t get too freaky with it, and she’s okay with it…” Josh trailed off, looking at his girlfriend and shrugging. Crazy Kayla was already standing up and making her way to the hot seat. She was snapping her fingers at Jake.

“Come on Jacob, let’s make this the least amount of awkward that we can,” she grabbed his hand as she rounded his edge of the table, pulling him up from his chair. Jake seemed anxious, but confident. Kayla sat down in the hot seat. She raised her pointer finger. “Anywhere but the lips, and add…tongue…” she winced at her own words, feeling slightly awkward that her boyfriend’s twin was about to touch her this way. Jake saluted playfully, shook out his arms, and cleared his throat.

He walked behind her chair, sensually gathered all of her long hair into a makeshift ponytail into one hand, and lightly jerked her head backwards so she was looking up at him. He then leaned down, and ran his tongue from underneath her chin, down her throat, and landed on the bottom of her neck with a wet tongue kiss, never letting go of her hair. He lingered there for a few seconds, continuing to kiss her neck, until he ended it with a small peck. Then he slowly blew cold air onto the stripe he had just licked. Kayla visibly shuddered. He let go of her hair, and she lifted her head back up, staring at him right in the eyes. “God damn!” Sam shouted over the music. “When is it gonna be my turn?”

Josh cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled at his twin, “I said not to get too freaky with it, asshole!” He rolled his eyes and stood to make himself another drink. Jake was laughing now, as he offered Kayla a hand to walk her back to her seat. They both giggled in embarrassment. You had to admit, you were more than thoroughly turned on now. And not in the least bit jealous.

Kayla sat down looking flustered. “Maybe I chose the wrong twin to date,” She jokingly said to Josh who was returning with two whiskey rocks. “Yeah right, you know I’m better at 99% of everything than my dumb brother is,” he retorted. Everyone laughed. Jake responded, “I dunno man, she seemed pretty hot and bothered just from my tongue..and don’t tell me you don’t know how to take advantage of a ponytail-“

Jake was getting under his brother’s skin. “Shut up Jake or I’m going to fist fight you in the yard,” Josh said sternly. “Who’s next anyway?” Josh brushed off the tiff with a chuckle. Kayla made eyes at you as if to say, “Wow, you’ll have to tell me what else he can do.” You winked at her, promising to fulfill that request later.

After a few more rounds of Sam having to kiss Danny on the cheek, Jezz having to wear noise-cancelling headphones, and guess which player kissed her on the lips, and Josh having to give Taylor a pretend lap dance ending in a forehead kiss, the game was slowing down. It was your turn again.

You spun the bottle, and alas, it landed on Jake. Again, he had his elbows on the table and hands folded in front of his face. His eyes were heavy and lidded and full of intoxication, both from the alcohol and your spin landing on him. Everyone at the table erupted in hushed laughter and eagerness to see what the cards were going to say. You smiled a cheeky grin, and flipped a color card. Red. Of course, red! Jake side smiled behind his hands as you reached for a wild card.

“Blindfold AND restrain the winner of the bottle spin while you use an ice cube to give the hot seat a cool down”.

You held the card still in your hand and raised your gaze above it to meet Jake’s eyes that were already shooting daggers into yours. His devilish look of hunger was still ever present on his beautiful, now pink and blushed face.

Sam spoke, “Well, at least they’re already used to doing stuff like this.” He threw his hands up in fluster. You both stood from your seats and you grabbed two neck ties from the bag. Jake sat down on the edge of the chair and leaned back, sprawling his legs apart in the most sexy way he could. You went into the kitchen, grabbed a bowl, reached into the freezer and grabbed a couple ice cubes. You returned with the ice and Jake was already eyeing you. He took a long few drinks of his whiskey and licked his lips on his last swallow. The music had now switched to some kind of R&B type soundscape genre that sounded like it belonged in Fifty Shades of Grey. You know that josh had long since stopped caring about what music was on, and had let his app begin choosing whatever it wanted. You weren’t complaining, it was totally setting the mood.

Jake’s shirt was already halfway unbuttoned like always, so you took this opportunity to capitalize. You walked up to Jake and stroked his chest before trailing both hands down the length of his arms and bringing them together behind him. You took one tie and used a little extra force when tying his hands up, making sure to knot it tightly. Next, you stood, grabbed the other tie, and ran it perpendicular to his throat, slowly pulling so he was leaning his head back and looking up at you. You began to move the tie up to cover his eyes, and he whispered ever so quietly, just for you, “give them a show, baby”. You smiled coyly at him as he lifted his head back up and you tied the tie around his eyes. “Can you see?” you asked. He slowly shook his head from side to side. He readjusted in the hot seat; you knew just from his familiar body language that he was extremely turned on. His black jeans were hiding his probable erection well, thank goodness. But you intended on making him fight to hide it.

He took a deep breath, obviously struggling to keep his composure. You glanced over at the group who had a mixed bag of expressions. The guys all wore looks of anticipation but almost like they wanted to cover their eyes. The girls had glazed over eyes that were glued to the both of you. You decided to listen to that little voice in your head again. You came around to Jake’s front, bent forward, and placed both hands on his mid thighs. He raised his head slightly so that he was face to face with you.

“Are you ready to be cooled down, darling?” you asked in the most sensual voice you could muster. He nodded yes. You moved your hands a bit higher toward his groin, and gave them a rough squeeze before moving your hands to his remaining shirt buttons. You took your time unbuttoning his shirt, leaning into his spread legs hoping that this was torturing him as much as it was you. You finally got to the bottom button and pulled back on his shirt, revealing his entire torso. His breathing was slow, but slightly choppy on the exhale. You reached for an ice cube in the bowl, and bit it right between your incisors. Once you got a firm hold on the ice, you started at the top. You pulled his hair away from his left side, and leaned in close behind his ear. You ran the ice cube down the shell of his ear and down to his lobe, pausing to exhale a long breath into his ear that only he could hear. He visibly shook and shuddered at the temperature change. Everyone at the table giggled. Next, you moved in closer between his legs and flipped the other side of his hair, and repeated your action on his opposite side. This time when you exhaled warm air into his ear, he turned quickly and nipped at your cheek. You squealed and jumped and he sat back snickering. Kayla laughed “Hey Jake no cheating!”

He returned to his position. You returned to up under his hair near his ear. He turned slightly again and whispered “..doing such a good job for me..” your eyes rolled back and you inhaled sharply. Fuck. He smiled a shit eating grin. He knew exactly how to bring the reigns back over to himself without even touching you, or being able to see. Damn, this man.

You bent down again, this time trailing the ice cube slowly down his neck and chest. The ice was beginning to melt, and the cold water was dripping from his neck down his perfectly hairless chest and pecs. His breathing had become a little more ragged. You glanced over to the group again. Sam kneeled up on his stool to get a better view, and took both pointer fingers and rubbed his own nipples, signaling to you to pay special attention to Jake’s nipples with the ice. When you entertained Sam’s request, he threw two big thumbs up into the air and collapsed in a silent ball of laughter. Jake jumped each time you came in contact with one of his nipples and the ice was quickly getting smaller.

You grabbed a fresh piece out of the bowl, placed it between your teeth, and continued with your show. This time, you went for Jake’s sides. These were his extra sensitive and ticklish spots. You used to nip at them before you gave him a blow job and he would pull away from overstimulation. You dragged the ice straight from his armpit quickly down to his hip. He tensed up quickly, knowing exactly what you were doing.

He hissed through his teeth. “Ahh, careful, sweetheart,” he warned.

Shit, you hadn’t heard him speak those words in years. You looked up at him from your crouched position and suddenly the visual was too much to handle. He was tied up, blindfolded, laid back in his seat, hot and bothered in the dim light and dripping with melted ice cubes that you had run along his half naked body. You decided right then and there that you would be jumping his bones once and for all tonight.

You raked the ice up and down his stomach with more force now, pressing down slightly and moving quicker so as to melt the ice til it was almost gone. Chill bumps covered his body and he was now shuddering on every exhale. When the cube got to be about the size of a quarter, you decided it was time to follow the instructions of the red card.

You brought yourself back up to a standing position, took the ice back into your own mouth, leaned in between Jake’s thighs and squeezed them hard again. You could tell his jeans were tight against his cock now. He tilted his head back and watched you as if he knew exactly where your face was. He had a malicious look on his face, even though you couldn’t see his eyes. “Grand finale, baby?” he said just audibly enough for you. He smiled a little, and you crashed into his lips with a fury, leaning into his body and pressing your thumbs into his groin. You passed the ice cube back and forth as your tongues fought for it. It was heated, and you knew the group was either shying away or watching the action, but you expected the latter. Suddenly you pulled away and lowered the tie off his eyes. He opened them wide and looked right at you, crunching down hard and loud on the remaining ice cube. He swallowed and smiled. “Hell of a job, gorgeous.”

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