#my hips are too big for me to be comfortable w/out a jacket or hoodie or smthn to square out my torso

[rayvern-sheep]

I hate summer

[xmint-conditionx]

tongue tied | myg

pairing: yoongi x reader, f2l

w/c: 3.5k

summary: you've been best friends with yoongi for almost a decade, and you're hopelessly in love with him. he's the most important person in your life, and you don't want to mess that up, so you can never be anything more... right?

written as a response to a request from the old blog -- the requestor was @yoongi--enthusiast; thanks again for your request, i loved doing it!!! "I had an idea... something based off of the song “tongue tied” with yoongi. I feel like it would be super soft with soft smut... I just think it would be nice to read so can you please wright it 🥺👉👈"

tags/cw: 18+ please, smut, outdoor sex, overall a little angsty but super cute too

a/n: i did not know that there was a song called tongue tied by marshmello before i wrote this so... i hope the person who requested this didn’t mean that song because I wrote this drabble over the grouplove song lmaooo but anyway, here goes! thanks luv, enjoy! also reposted from the old blog!!

Yoongi’s laugh is so beautiful. It’s rare, so when you see it, you soak up everything you can about it. The way his eyes crinkle up into crescent moons, the way his lips curl back putting his gummy smile on bright display. You can swear you see his eyes sparkle.

You are in love with him. You are in love with your best friend.

He makes loving him such an easy thing to do; bringing you into his inner world, showing you the sweet and warm center he conceals from everyone else. The way he looks at you, the way he says your name, the way he pouts when he wants a back scratch, all of those little things that make him who he is only deepen your infatuation with him.

You’re with him again this Friday night, making the drive to Bom’s house. It’s been a long week for the both of you; he’s been wrapped up in producing a track and you’ve been nose deep in college textbooks. His track is completed, and your exams are over. It’s safe to say that you both could use a good break.

It’s the end of the spring semester and the weather is going to be gorgeous tonight. The racing summer breeze coming through the open car windows is exhilarating. The sun is setting, and the warm evening light on Yoongi’s dewy skin makes him appear absolutely radiant as he navigates the highway.

You’re just listening to fun little summer jams as you speed off toward the city’s suburbs. Ones with funky little basslines that are easy to groove and sing along to. Ones that make you shout and laugh into the rushing wind. Ones that make you drink in the moment you’re having with Yoongi; ones that make you soak up all of his joy.

And when he steals a sly look your way, one hand still on the top of the steering wheel, you can swear your heart stops.

You’ve loved him as long as you can remember really knowing him. Since you were both 12, bonding over games of tag and basketball and the spilling of secrets to each other. You’d sit beneath the big tree in his backyard and share the snacks you’d bought at the corner store. He’d always let you have the last chocolate.

The only secret you’ve ever kept from Yoongi is the matter of your infatuation, and you are pretty resolute in keeping it that way.

He is the single most important person in your life. He had been there with you through it all; when your parents split up at 13, when your dad got you your first car at 15, when your long time boyfriend cheated on you at 16, when your dream college denied you at 17, when you got a full ride scholarship to a smaller university outside of the city right after that, when you were drugged at a house party at 20, when you were diagnosed with depression at 21, and when you were accepted into your masters program at 22.

You needed him, and because of that, you could never tell him.

You pull into the gates that surround Bom’s neighborhood. Her parents are pretty wealthy, so they live on a golf course. As you pull up into the driveway, you see some other students milling about, catching Frisbee. There’s Eunha, Ireum, Ji-Ah, and Miyeun that you recognize from some of your classes, but there are a few more that you’ve never met.

After a few rounds of drinks and a few lost games of flip cup, you all head outside to the back patio with all of your schoolwork from the year. Bom turns on the bluetooth speaker and sets it on the railing. You take in the night air and gaze up at the sky, wishing there was a shooting star to wish upon.

“Alright, everyone,” Bom begins, “essays and lab reports first, then tests, then miscellaneous homework.” Yoongi helps you dig through your stack to fish out the cursed papers. You all toss the stapled packages into the fire pit, one by one, each hitting with a soft thud. Once everyone has thrown their woes into the pit, Bom tops it with actual firewood and unceremoniously sets the whole lot of it on fire. You gaze into the center of the flame, watching your entire year catch fire. All the hours you spent doing that research project, all the disappointment when your group members wouldn’t follow through. Gone, like it never existed.

Yoongi’s holding your hand in his, and he’s busy drawing little circles with his thumb on your palm. Your head rests soundly on his shoulder, and you sigh into him, comfortable in where you are. The whole group piles in more papers, as you lament about the shitty professors and the shitty group projects and the shitty caf’ food and the shitty grades. Yoongi turns into you and nuzzles gently on your forehead. You feel his soft lips graze your temple, breath warm on your skin, tingles rising through your body, and you’re right where you want to be. Under the moon’s gaze with the person you love.

Before long, the breeze sends a chill through you that even the fire won’t remedy. Yoongi feels your shiver and unceremoniously removes his hoodie and puts it on over you, pulling up the hood and kissing your forehead. You always love when you wear his jackets; they surround you in his warmth, his smell. A smile plays across your lips until you notice Yoongi’s goosebumps.

“Hey,” you pout, “I don't wanna wear this if you’re gonna be cold.”

“I don’t wanna wear it if you’re gonna be cold,” he snaps back, smiling.

“Here,” you say, standing up from your deck chair. You take the step to get you to Yoongi’s chair, and sit in his lap. “This way we can both be warm, yeah?”

It takes him a second, but he wraps his arms firmly around you again, mumbling a “yeah, that’s fine” when you glance at him over your shoulder.

Your attention is called back to the group with Bom asks if you’re going to the Summer Romance Festival by the river next weekend. She’s been pushing you to get yourself out there more. The last time you were in a real relationship was high school, after all.

“I’d love to go; I hear they have the most beautiful fireworks display,” you start, “but I don’t think I will this year.”

“Well,” Bom says, “Why not?!”

“Because I don’t have a date, Bom!” you say, covering your face in the sweater paws you’ve made from Yoongi’s hoodie. “I don’t think I could find one in enough time.”

“Ya, just get Yoongi to go with you! You already do everything together anyway,” Eunha quips.

You notice that the steady rise and fall of Yoongi’s chest has stopped.

“Hey, you know we’re just friends, right Yoongi?” you look to him for backup.

The man nods, looking down and to the left.

“Okay,” Ireum speaks up, “In that case, do you want to go with me?”

“Wait, what?” you say.

“Do you want to go to the Summer Romance Festival with me? As a date?”

Yoongi tenses beneath you.

“Oh, I don’t know���” you breathe, “Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent. We can even get dinner before we go. Not too much, though. I’ll want to get us a treat from one of the dessert stalls.” Ireum says with a soft smile.

“Yeah,” you say, smiling back at him, “Okay. We’ll go together.”

Yoongi stirs beneath you. “Hey, can you get off of me?”

“What, why?” you pout.

“I said get off.”

“Yoongi, wh--”

He doesn’t wait for you to finish before he abruptly stands up, forcing you to catch yourself. When you look back at him, he’s walking toward the French doors that lead back into the house.

“Ya! What was that about?”

He keeps walking. You storm after him and slam the door, trapping you both inside.

“Yoongi, I’m talking to you! What’s your fucking problem?”

He whirs around.

“Oh, I have a problem?”

“Well, it sure seems like it.” you spit back, hands on your hips.

“Why don’t you go talk about it with your date, huh?” he says, gesturing out the window to Ireum. “Don’t you have some details to work out? He gonna pick you up? You gonna let him hold your hand? On your nice little extra special romantic date? I guess I’ll just fuck right off and leave you two alone, yeah? That’s what you want, cause we’re just friends and all.”

“Yoongi, we… are friends! You’re my best friend!”

“Did you ever for a second think that I could want more?”

“What?!”

“I fucking love you, Y/N! Isn’t it obvious?! I’ve loved you since the 7th grade. You remember when we played spin the bottle at Ha-joon’s house? Do you remember when you kissed me?”

“Yoongi…”

“No, let me finish. Do you remember the frat party we crashed junior year? Remember when we got up onto the roof and made out until we fell asleep? And then you weren't there when I woke up so I walked back to my dorm and then we just pretended it never happened? What the fuck was that, Y/N?!”

You reach for his arm, but he backs up, flinching away from you.

“I am so in love with you it hurts!”

“Yoongi.”

“But I guess if that guy can make you happy, then whatever,” he sighs.

“Yoongi.”

“Go on your little date and have fun and I’ll just go write some more goddamn songs about you--”

“Yoongi!”

He stills, pain flashing through his eyes.

“Yoongi,” you say quietly, easing toward him, “I had no idea. I left the roof to go inside and get you some water. When I came back, you were gone. You had been drinking a lot that night… and I felt really bad because… I thought I had taken advantage of you… Ever since I first kissed you at Ha-joon’s house, I wanted to do it again. And again. And, you looked so good that night and up on the roof when you were laughing about the quarterback I just… I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I thought surely you didn’t want to actually be kissing me.”

“Why the fuck would I have kissed you back, then?”

“You were drunk, and I--” you’re cut off when he grabs your wrist.“I have wanted to kiss you every time I’ve seen you since you first kissed me,” he says, glancing down at your lips. ”I want to kiss you right now.”

You take no time in closing the distance between the two of you, your lips crashing desperately. You’ve tasted his kiss before, but this time feels different. His hands are winding through your hair, pulling you deeper into his kiss. You moan against his mouth, and he responds with his tongue teasing your lips, asking for entry. You grant it, and he explores. One of his hands holds your jaw, the other still intertwined with your hair. His tongue runs along your bottom lip before he sucks it in, drawing out a small whimper from you. Taking his hand from your jaw, he runs it down your neck and décolleté and then down over your stomach and latches it on your hip, sinking his fingers into your skin. He gives your hair a small tug, just enough to break the kiss and expose your neck. He breaks off and trails kisses up your jawline and then onto your neck, speaking in between kisses.

“You have… no idea how… much I’ve… wanted to tell… you everything,” he breathes onto your neck, and you feel a heat pooling in your panties.

“Please, Yoongi…” you say as you begin to run one hand under his shirt. He stops kissing and looks up at you with the softest expression.

“What is it?” he asks as he grabs both of your hands in his, bringing one of them up to his mouth to sprinkle kisses along your fingers.

“You…” you begin and sigh, “you have no idea how much I want you.”

He stills.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to, I’m sorry, I just…” he trails off, eyes getting lost in the way his jacket is draped on your figure.

Him eyeing you up doesn’t make it any better.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” you say, eyes pleading up at him. “I’m tired of waiting.”

After a beat, he sighs.

“Neither of us are waiting another minute,” he says, landing a quick peck on your lips and going across the room to the couch, grabbing the throw blanket that rests on the arm.

“Come on, I have an idea,” he says, grabbing your arm and leading you out of the front door, across the street, through someone’s back yard until you reach the top of a hill on the side of a fairway. You watch as he scans the area, holding the blanket tight. His gaze lingers on two hills near the green of whatever hole this is, where there are a few more trees and hills to block you from the sightline of those second story windows. He looks at you, eyes asking the question. You smile and nod, and that’s all he needs.

He tugs your hand and you both go running down the fairway, laughing along the way. Once you reach your spot, he quickly puts down the blanket and lays on it. You’re still standing at his feet, hands fiddling with the ends of the jacket sleeves.

He smiles up at you and holds his arms up in your direction and says, “come here, beautiful,” while doing little grabby hands.

You slowly walk up to where he’s laying and sit on top of his hips, feeling how hard he already is. His hand rests on your hip underneath the fabric of his jacket, the other holding the side of your face.

“Let me see you,” he says with a tinge of whine in his voice, and that gives you an idea.

You reach under the still zipped jacket and fiddle around. Yoongi looks up at you befuddled, the corners of his lips turning down slightly as he tries to figure out what’s going on. When your hands emerge, one is holding your strapless bra and the other is holding the halter top you had been wearing. You can’t believe you managed to unzip the back by yourself.

You throw the garments to the side, and watch as understanding hits his face. His eyes glaze over and he licks his lips, clearly shaken up by your little trick.

He carefully dips his fingers below the waistband of your shorts and eases them down. You put your weight on him and give him a few kisses as he continues to move them down your legs. Once they too have been tossed to the side, you sit back up, lips red and swollen from the kiss.

He gently reaches up to the zipper of the jacket and begins to slowly pull it down, letting the cool night air in. You feel your nipples harden at the exposure to both the night air and Yoongi’s hungry eyes. He swallows and licks his lips as he runs his eyes over every new inch of you that is revealed. Memorizing your form, your perked nipples, the way your chest rises with each anxious breath.

He reaches back up to the collar and eases one shoulder of fabric off. You move to take the rest off despite the cold, but he stills your hand with his.

“Keep it on, please. I love seeing you wear my clothes,” Yoongi says, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing them against his knuckles as you slowly grind your still covered core on his length. He groans in frustration, his pants getting tighter. You let go of his hand and run your fingers up beneath his white cotton v-neck, his ab muscles flinching under your touch. You help him remove his shirt, taking in the way his pale skin shines under the moonlight.

Seeing you look at him makes his cock twitch in his pants, and you think it’s time to provide him some relief.

You scoot back and start to undo his belt, getting low and staring up at him through your lashes. His breath hitches when you make eye contact with him, and then it starts to pick up as you undo the button and zipper. You shimmy down the denim, but leave his black boxer-briefs where they are.

You come back up to the waistband after releasing his jeans, and you take the elastic in between your teeth. You tug them down with your teeth while your hands pull them on the sides. His erection springs free, and he sucks in a fast breath when his cock meets the cool air. You take the opportunity to let your warm breath ghost over his throbbing cock, coaxing a deep groan from Yoongi. He puts his hand to your cheek, and you look up to meet his gaze.

“I don’t think I can last if you put me in your mouth, baby girl. We can do head next time,” Yoongi says, and your heart soars at the pet name. You ease back up so that you’re straddling him once more, and reflexively start to grind on him again.

“Please let me take care of you. Look how wet you are,” he says, running his fingers over your clothed slit, dipping one finger in to collect a bit of slick. He tastes his finger and says. “Yeah, we’re definitely going to need to do head next time.”

You blush at the thought of him buried between your thighs, vulgarly slurping up everything you have to give him. You clench just thinking about it, and Yoongi notices. He pulls your panties to the side, takes the head of his cock and presses it to your clit, teasing your entrance. His precum mixes with your wetness, and you can’t resist him any more. You’ve resisted him for years, and you’re done.

You slowly ease yourself down on his cock, only making it halfway down before you have to wait for you to adjust. You both look at each other; Yoongi’s jaw is set and his eyebrows are furrowed together. Your mouth drops open as you raise and lower yourself again, feeling the delicious stretch that accompanies it. You bottom out and begin setting a slow and gentle pace.

Your body is rolling steadily, moonlight creating beautiful shadows on your body as you take him in over and over. As many times as you’ve dreamed of this, you still didn’t fathom it being this good or it feeling this right.

Yoongi is everything you had imagined he would be and then some. The way he is looking up at you, the way his soft little moans escape every time you bottom out, the way his eyebrows furrow together at the sight of your dripping heat enveloping him. Perfection.

He takes his hands and trails them up the curve of your waist, stopping just below your breasts. He runs his thumbs over your nipples, making you shudder and arch your back, pushing your chest into his hands. He palms them, kneading little circles around your areolas.

You lean forward, putting your weight on him again, and he meets you eagerly with another kiss. He wraps his arms around your back, keeping himself under the jacket, and you pick up the rhythm. Yoongi scratches his nails all the way down your back. Once he gets to your ass, he cups it, squeezing gently. You place your forehead against his, and your eyes meet.

“Y/N,” he whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “you look so beautiful on top of me like this. Please let me see this sight for the rest of my life.” You whimper at the praise, and pick up the pace.

“Please,” he continues, small grunts mixing in with his words, “Don’t wake up tomorrow and pretend like this never happened. Please... don’t break my heart,” he pleads.

“Not a chance, Yoon. I can never let you go. You’re everything to me. You’ve always been.”

“Baby, I am so close. Can I--”

“Come with me, Yoongi. Let’s do it together,” you say. Yoongi’s hands are on your hips and he’s thrusting up into you with an unrelenting pace. At this angle, you can feel his head graze against your cervix with each thrust, sending white spots in your vision.

You both reach your end at the same time, breaths mingling as you come down from your highs. You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat gradually slow. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head and sighs into your hair.

“So…” he begins, “do you wanna go to the festival with me?” Yoongi asks.

“Are you gonna pick me up? Let me hold your hand? Have a nice little special romantic date?” you fire back, trying your best to sound like him. You sit up on your arm, letting your hair hang over to one side, and watch the light dance in his eyes as he laughs.

“Yeah,” he laughs, “I might even get us a little snack from one of the desert vendors.”

[snowstark]

Pretty Things [teenker].

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requested by @alignallofthelights!

Prompt: Omega!Peter and Omega!Harley both go into heat at the same time, Alpha!Tony knots them through it, they alternate between knottings and both Peter and Harley are impatient for their respective turns. They use a knotting dildo while they wait, but nothing fills them quite like Tony's knot. Bonus points if Peter and Harley argue with each other while Tony knots the other (“it's always your turn,” “why do you go first”) and one uses the others heat scent to make Tony re-knot while his knot is deflating, etc. making the other omega have to wait longer for their turn with Tony.

AKA Peter and Harley both want to get railed into a new dimension by Tony.

When Tony stepped into the house, he was met with the sweet scent of omega slick—no, two scents, lingering in the air, sharp and tangy and just right. He set his grocery bags down, tilting his head, and chuckled when he heard pitiful whimpering noises coming from their bedroom, just like music to his ears, his sweet, precious omegas.

He headed straight for the room, opened the door quietly, and inhaled sharply at the sight before him.

The boys had made their nest, not overly extravagant, having each other was enough. They’d stripped off their clothes, probably because it’d been too hot for them, and the clothes lay in a messy pile on the floor next to the bed. There were four thick blankets surrounding them in a soft pile, pretty shades of blue and green and pink and yellow that Tony had bought for his good boys, and a few of Tony’s t-shirts and hoodies, and each of their stuffies—a white bear for Peter, a brown one for Harley.

Fucking precious.

And it would be absolutely wholesome, except for the fact that they were both clearly in heat, panting and crying and desperate and needy.

Harley was the first to spot him, and he made a pitiful little noise in his throat, quiet, but it was loud enough to catch Peter’s attention. The other boy turned his gaze too, following Harley, and his eyes widened pitifully at the sight of Tony standing at the door.

Tony stepped inside, not bothering to close the door behind him, and pulled his tie free before shrugging off his suit jacket. He undid the cufflinks, making the two omegas whimper—Tony recalled with a smile how they’d once told him that him taking off his cufflinks killed them, that was how hot it was—and then rolled up his shirt sleeves.

“How long have you been like this, hm, poor things?” Tony crooned, shifting onto the bed.

Both boys instinctively scrambled over to him, practically toppling over each other like little pups, making him smile.

“Looks like a bit, huh?” he murmured, opening his arms and letting them snuggle close. “Sweet things. Alpha’s here now. He’ll take care of you.”

Peter let out a small mewl at that, then tipped his head up, exposing his neck hungrily and desperately enough to make Tony’s mouth water. “Please,” the boy whimpered, trying to press closer and accidentally shifting Harley back. “Need your knot, please, Alpha—”

“Me too!” Harley whined, brow furrowing in what looked like anguish. “Me too, Alpha, please—”

God, they were going to kill him.

Tony let out a small growl, then let his lips latch onto Peter’s neck, sucking and licking, and while he did, he threaded his fingers through Harley’s hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck too. He gave Peter one last hot stripe of his tongue before moving to Harley, relishing in his panting and whining, just as pretty as Peter’s noises had been.

“Alpha, alpha,” Harley panted, and the sweet, tantalizing scent grew stronger. When Tony pulled back, he followed helplessly, eyes half-lidded and already dazed.

With a crooning noise, Tony gently pushed the middle of his chest with a hand to tip him backwards, onto his back, lips twitching with amusement when Peter followed suit immediately, eyes flashing with need and a bit of possessiveness. Tony didn’t mind; he always did like it when his boys got riled up like this.

“Where to start…” he drawled, letting his fingers ghost over the boys’ chests, making them whimper and keen. “Hm.” He let his eyes wander throughout the room and rest on the box of toys they kept for easy access, and then nodded, satisfied. He pulled away from them to head over to the corner of the room to fish out the toys that had popped into his mind, ignoring the needy noises of protests that Harley and Peter made at his disappearance.

Once he’d found everything he needed, Tony shifted back onto the bed, holding up each toy for a few moments so that they could see what he had planned.

“Get on with it then,” Harley begged, eyes flashing with what was almost defiance, and his scent was tinged with desperate eagerness that contradicted his tone and words. “C’mon, we—been waiting all day, please, c’mon, you’re so slow.”

Oh, and there it was, Tony noted with delight. The feistiness, the brattiness, it had so much potential. It was always nice to be able to knock Harley back into his place, make him reel from being smacked him into submission, make him cry big fat tears and apologize and say, yes, Alpha, ‘m sorry, Alpha, pleasepleaseplease—

“We’ll start,” Tony agreed with a shark-like grin. He picked up the handcuffs—he preferred rope, that was no secret, but this was easier for what he had planned—and gestured for Harley to give him his wrists.

The omega eagerly obeyed and Peter whimpered with jealousy as Tony clicked them into place before hooking them onto the headboard.

“Oh, don’t cry, baby boy,” Tony crooned at Peter, letting his fingers brush over Peter’s cheek in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture. “I’m taking care of you first.”

“What?” Harley gasped in outrage, and Tony chuckled. “But—”

“Oh, yes, I know you’re the one who’s cuffed.” Tony pinched his nipple, making him yelp. Good omega. “That’s ‘cause we all know you can’t keep your hands to yourself, darling boy. Now, you stop yapping and I’ll take care of Petey-pie before moving on to you.”

Peter’s eyelashes fluttered as Tony moved to sit between his knees, ignoring Harley’s whine of complaint, though he took mercy and stroked his fingers on the inside of his thigh, just enough to soothe him.

Tony bent down and kissed the inside of Peter’s thigh, making the omega gasp. He chuckled lowly, rumbling in his chest, and licked a hot, wet stripe up to his balls. “Tell your Alpha what you want, baby,” he murmured, “and Alpha will give it to you.”

“I-I—” Peter whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. His curls were already in a sweaty mess over his forehead and Tony reached up to push them back. “W-Want you to—please—” His hips lifted off of the bed instinctively, and Tony chuckled again, pushing them down firmly.

“Alpha can’t do anything ‘till you tell him, omega.” That was bullshit, and they all knew that, but hey, it was a game, and Tony was in charge, so there.

“Eat me out,” Peter begged, face flushing shyly at the words, his eyes still squeezed shut tight. “Please, Alpha, ‘s been so long, need you s-so bad—”

“Shhh.” Tony pressed a kiss to his hip, then patted it. “Go on, then. Turn over. Since you asked so nicely. So pretty, baby.”

Peter flopped over immediately, raising his ass in a desperate offering, already making the prettiest keening noises Tony had ever heard and he hadn’t even started.

Good omega.

Tony bent his head, feeling Harley’s gaze burning into the side of his head, and licked up in one wet motion. The sweet taste of Peter and his slick flooded his mouth and he growled before going in for more, brain going white and fuzzy with omega, mine, my omega.

He growled and nipped at Peter’s cheek, making him whimper, and flattened his tongue to drag more wet stripes in his cleft. Peter’s hole fluttered with each mewl he gave, which only urged him on more, making him slip his tongue in to fuck him with it, a teasing precedent for what was soon to come. Wet noises filled the room, punctuated by Peter’s gasps and breathy moans and Tony’s chuckles against his skin.

Harley whimpered, the scent of his slick flooding Tony’s senses, and he grinned against Peter’s ass. He pulled back, wiped his chin on the back of his hand, and let a finger sink into Peter’s hole. It gave way easily, and Peter moaned, loud, pushing back against the finger.

“O-Oh—oh, god.”

“Feels good?” Tony murmured, shooting Harley a sly glance, smirking when the omega looked absolutely fucking wrecked and devastated. “You’re a good boy, Peter. You deserve Alpha’s knot. Don’t. You?” He punctuated his words with two fingers now, squelching in the wetness.

“Y-Yes!” Peter cried out, back arching in desperation. “Ohmygod, yes, Alpha, I-I—”

Tony leaned close and took one last lick around his fingers, then pulled back, grinning at how dazed Peter was now, and slid a hand through his sweaty curls. “You taste like fucking candy, omega.” He waited, but when he got no response, he gave the boy a crisp, light smack on his cheek, making his eyes roll into his head. Tony’s lips twitched with amusement. “Say thank you. Use your manners. Alpha rewards good boys.”

“T-Thank—Thank you,” Peter gasped, squirming. “‘s— please— more—”

“Oh, you want more?” Tony cooed. “Not enough? Greedy.” He pinched his thigh. “My greedy, needy omega. So filthy, you’re an absolute mess and I haven’t even played with you properly. You sure you want more?”

“Yes, please! Pleasepleaseplease—”

“Alpha!” Harley cried out, clearly unable to hold back. He was trembling in his restraints, and Tony took mercy on him and ran a hand down his chest.

“Yes, omega?” he drawled.

Harley stared at him with wet eyes. “I… I…”

“Yes?” Tony grinned.

Peter mewled next to him, and Harley blubbered, “Please, I—can I—can you please eat me out, please, I’ll be so good, I-I—” He broke off with a gasp, eyelashes growing heavy with tears.

“Oh, look at these crocodile tears,” Tony crooned, flicking some away with his thumb. He pinched Peter’s hip. “What do you think, baby boy? You think Harley deserves some fun now? Think he can behave? Be as good and sweet as you?”

Harley gasped again. “Please—”

“Didn’t ask you,” Tony told Harley mildly, making him whimper. “Peter?” He patted his hip.

Peter bit his lip, eyes squeezing shut tightly, looking torn between yes, he deserves it and no please, give me more, I deserve it. Eventually, though, like the good, sweet omega he was, the boy gasped, “Yes. Yes, Alpha, he— yes.”

“Mmm.” Tony reached up slowly and unhooked Harley from the cuffs, hearing the hitch in his breath. “Go on, then, Harley. You heard him. Flip over. Or are you gonna make me do all the work?”

“N-No, Alpha,” Harley stammered, hastily flopping over. “I want—”

“Oh, I know what you want.” Tony dragged his nails across his ass, making him gasp, and he watched in admiration as four pink lines bloomed across his ass cheek. “And I’m gonna give it to you, as long as you keep that damn mouth of yours shut. No sass, Harley.”

“No,” Harley agreed breathlessly. “N-No, no sass, promise, Alpha, promise.”

“Good,” Tony growled, and then spread his cheeks to bury his tongue, drawing flat, wet stripes across his pucker.

Harley moaned obscenely loud—a sharp contrast from Peter’s little whimpers and cries—and wriggled, squirming against the bed, back arching as Tony ruthlessly licked and kissed. He let his eyes flutter shut—my omega—and time passed.

Time passed as he indulged himself in the sweet scent and taste of his omega, taking over his entire goddamn world until the sound of Peter’s high-pitched crying and whining yanked him back out. Tony pulled back and cooed at the tear tracks on Peter’s face. “Poor thing,” he murmured. “You always look so pretty when you cry. Unlike this one—” He cracked a hand down on Harley’s ass, making him yelp “—who brats too much to look that angelic. Petey-pie’s an absolute angel, isn’t he, Harley, hm?” His tone made it clear that there was only one right answer to his question.

Fortunately for Harley, he seemed to be feeling smart enough—or maybe he was just too needy to even come up with a smartass answer. He nodded, panting, “Yes, yes, Alpha, he is, he’s pretty, he’s—”

“Mm, he is. Now, let’s see.” Tony drew back, allowing Harley to flip back over onto his back. Far too aware of their hungry gazes, he smirked, and pulled back to finally free his cock from his pants.

It was like a Pavlovian effect, the way Harley and Peter both perked up, eyes widening, and Peter licked his lips. God, Tony could see that they were aching for it; they had to be. It went straight to his cock, making it twitch. My omegas.

This was always the hardest part, choosing who got his knot first, choosing who would cry and whine and pout while waiting for his turn. He picked up the dildo he’d brought with him, one that had an inflatable knot, and held it up. “Volunteers?” he teased.

It was almost endearing how Harley and Peter both scowled in response.

Tony hummed, then gestured for Harley to flip over. The boy obeyed, albeit a bit reluctantly, and Tony grabbed the bottle of lube next to him. The cap opened with a snick and he coated the toy liberally with it. Harley glanced back and let out a small whine. “How come you always go first?” he complained, glaring at Peter.

Peter’s cheeks turned rosy, and the scent of his heat and desperation spiked, involuntarily, probably, making Harley scowl even more. Tony’s dick twitched again when he realized that they were literally fighting over who got his knot first. And if that wasn’t the biggest fucking turn-on for him, ever, he didn’t know what was.

“‘s not fair!” Harley whined, wriggling back like he was trying to reach Tony before Peter could. “Alpha, it’s—”

Tony clicked his tongue. “Shhh,” he murmured, and let the tip of the toy nudge against his entrance, pushing slightly. The head slipped in, and Harley groaned. Tony’s mouth went dry from lust; his omegas were so fucking tight, god, they were going to kill him. He slowly worked it in; Harley hadn’t really even needed the lube, but Tony knew that he liked it wet. “This isn’t a punishment, omega. You’re good. You’re very good. Alpha just wants to see you be patient.” God knew Harley could learn it, along with some manners. “Now let me give you what you need.”

Tony pushed the toy inside in one smooth motion and Harley keened, all thoughts of complaining gone by the sensation, back arching as he pushed back. Tony teased him with it a bit, then made sure it was fully seated inside him before grabbing Peter by his hips and dragging him close.

The omega yelped in surprise, but his legs fell open instinctively, making Tony grin. He yanked off the rest of his clothes quickly, then pushed two of his fingers against Peter’s hole. He pulled back to suck his fingers, making Peter flush red, and then worked them in.

Peter was still tight, even though he was in heat. Tighter than Harley, who could take his knot like a champ. Maybe that was why Tony was letting Peter have his knot first; he wanted to see some pretty tears trickling down a pretty face.

Peter gasped in complaint when he pulled his fingers out, but Tony quickly fixed the issue by letting his fingers press against Peter’s tongue, silencing any gulps. He pushed down just hard enough to elicit a gag, and didn’t let up, holding him there as he let the tip of his cock rub between Peter’s cheeks.

“You need it?” he crooned, and both Harley and Peter whined. “Shh, omega. You’ll get it. You know, you’re so fucking tight, I really do need to prepare you. Can’t hurt my pretty things, now can I?” He pulled his fingers out and placed a hand on Peter’s hip, holding him steady as let the head of his cock slip in slowly. Peter groaned, scrabbling to grab onto the bed, and Tony had to bite back a moan of his own as Peter clenched around him, tight and wet and silky.

My omega. He growled, and pinched Peter’s hip. “You’re so tight, omega, how do you expect me to give you my knot when you can’t even take in the tip of my cock, hm?” He pushed in slowly, making Peter wordlessly mewl again, and after a few moments, began to let his hips snap up.

He’d intended to go slow, but Peter was abso-fucking-lutely irresistible. Peter pushed back against him like the good boy he was, and Tony bit his lip to stop the flood of cursing that threatened to escape. He crooned, stroking a hand down his spine. “God, look at’chu,” he breathed, “you’re so fucking pretty, Petey. So gorgeous, lookin’ so damn pretty, impaled on your Alpha’s cock, begging for it, crying for it, you’re fucking perfection, a fucking masterpiece.”

Peter shivered, eyes squeezing shut tightly, and he whimpered, but it was a good kind, Tony knew that. Peter had the biggest praise kink out of all the omegas he’d met throughout his life, and Tony knew that he’d basically just drop-kicked him into submission with those words.

Harley let out a low moan. “A-Alpha, Tony, w-what ‘bout—”

“Shhh,” Tony hushed him, smirking when Harley moaned miserably again. He let his hips begin to work, and the sound of skin against skin filled the room for a few moments, punctuated by Peter’s gasps and keening whimpers until Tony reached over to place a hand over the end of the dildo, pushing it in.

Harley wailed.

Tony inflated the knot effortlessly, watching as shudders wracked Harley’s body. “Feels good?” he demanded breathlessly. “Tell me how good it feels. Now.”

“S-So good!” Harley gasped, groaning. “Good, ‘s full, not— not full ‘nough, please, Alpha, please, I n-need—”

He was interrupted by a high-pitched mewl from Peter as Tony let his hips snap up hard enough for his balls to smack against his ass, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“What do you need?” Tony gritted out, even though he already knew the answer. “I’ve filled your hole, I’m filling this one’s—fuck—so what do you—”

“Y-You!” Harley wailed, clenching around the dildo. “‘s not enough, please! N-Not full enough, ‘s not—”

The words went straight to Tony’s dick and he groaned, hips picking up their speed until he could feel it coming, he—oh, fuck—he came right in Peter without a warning with a grunt, and felt his knot begin to swell. Peter mewled, face etched with pure gratification and eyes shining with gratefulness as he looked up at Tony through half-lidded eyes.

“You need what he has, don’t you?” Tony growled as his knot finished growing. “Need to grow fuller, omega? A little toy’s not enough, is it? You need my knot, not a fake one?”

“Y-Yes!” Harley sobbed. “‘s not—please—”

“Oh, you poor thing.” Tony looked down and traced a finger delicately over the rim of Peter’s hole, stretched around his knot, making him whimper. “It’s almost your turn, shhh. No need for those crocodile tears, sweetheart.”

“N-Not—” Harley gasped, and Tony interrupted him.

“Yes, they are,” he said sternly. Harley cried. Despite his words, he felt a flash of sympathy for the omega, so he reached over and began to fuck him in earnest with the dildo, still inflated with the knot, making Harley’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “See, omega? I’m being nice to you. Gonna make you come. This one—” he cracked a hand down on Peter’s hip, enjoying the gasp he got in response “—hasn’t even been allowed to come yet; he’s been so busy enjoying my knot. You’re getting something he doesn’t have yet, and you should be grateful for it.”

“O-Oh, god—” Harley flailed, trying to grab onto something, to— to—

Tony paid him no mind, just fucking him earnestly until Harley’s body went taut. Reaching down, Tony gripped his cock and gave it a long, lazy stroke, still pumping the dildo, then watched in satisfaction as Harley wailed and came, his entire body shuddering from the force of it. Strings of white coated his hand and the sheets, and Tony pushed the knot in deep, knowing that nothing would be worse than if he chose to pull it out. That would just be pure torture, and he wasn’t that mean.

When Harley was done gasping and writhing, Tony lifted his hand to his mouth, drawling, “Made a mess everywhere, my sweet brat. What should we do about that, hm?”

Harley wordlessly shuddered and leaned forward, his tongue poking out to lap at Tony’s hand. Tony rumbled in his chest, pleased, and he didn’t take his eyes off of Harley until Peter whined.

He looked down, realizing that his knot was going down now, and Peter was trying to push back, clenching tight around him like he was trying to hold onto it, and it went straight to Tony’s head and dick. He swore and pulled out before Peter could convince him to fuck him senseless, wincing at the cry that Peter let out. “P-Please! Not yet, n-need more—”

Tony stroked a hand through his curls and murmured, “Shhh, it’s okay. You feeling empty, hm? You need me to help you?”

Harley made a little noise of disbelief and betrayal. “B-But—”

Tony clamped a hand over his nose and mouth, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, then released him, smirking when Harley fell silent. He reached behind him to pick up another knotting dildo, and Harley watched with wide eyes as he lubed it up and let it nudge against Peter’s entrance.

Peter cried in complaint, but Tony let it smoothly slip in, and inflated the knot again. “See?” he murmured, already shifting over to Harley as his cock began to harden again, eager at the scent of Harley’s desperation and neediness. “Alpha takes care of his pretty things.”

“N-Not ‘nough,” Peter cried, making Harley scowl before Tony wiped it off by deflating the knot and pulling the dildo out of him. He groaned.

“It is enough,” Tony told him as he moved between Harley’s legs. “You had your turn, and now it’s Harley’s.”

His pretty things were going to be the death of him, he thought as he let the tip of his cock slip in. Harley fluttered around him, and Tony let him adjust for a few moments, marvelling at how tight he was despite the fake knot he’d taken, before letting his hips begin to cant up, dragging desperate, almost pained noises from Harley. It wasn’t long before Harley pulled his knot from him, locking them in place.

“S-So good,” Harley gasped, clenching tight around Tony. “N-Needed you, Alpha, hnnngh.”

Tony rewarded him with a gentle stroke of his hand down his side, silently praising him.

Peter was whimpering breathily next to them, watching through half-lidded eyes and sweaty curls that fell across his forehead, and Tony reached over to push them back, then let two of his fingers slip into Peter’s mouth. He watched in rapt fascination as Peter suckled desperately, and didn’t pull them out even when he felt his knot begin to go down, not even when Peter came untouched from the feeling of the knot in his ass and his fingers in Peter’s mouth, filling him up in both ends just the way he needed.

Tony exhaled shakily as his knot fully went down, and Harley made a disappointed noise. Peter’s eyes snapped open, like he knew it was his turn again, and Tony chuckled. “M-Me?” Peter asked breathlessly, looking so fucking adorable. “‘s my turn, Alpha?” A sweet scent filled the room as Peter made a pleased, eager noise in the back of his throat.

Tony opened his mouth to reply that yes, it was Peter’s turn now, when Harley groaned in protest, like he was saying, already?

Tony looked down, ready to reprimand him, when Peter’s heat scent practically overpowered his senses, making him snarl a curse before he gripped Harley’s hips tight, fucking into him again. The feeling of wet and tight and mine blinded him.

Harley let a triumphant, pleased noise, and Tony saw white as he came again, knot growing again already.

Peter cried out in protest. “It was my turn!”

“And I got his knot,” Harley crowed, though his voice was raspy and equally as breathless. His body was wracked with shudders from the bone-melting pleasure of winning Tony’s knot again, and the scent of Peter’s distress and desperation wafted through the air. “F-Feels so good, thank you, Alpha, so big ‘n full ‘n perfect, o-oh—”

Peter cried out, and even through his daze Tony could see him clenching around the knotted dildo in his ass. “H-Hurts,” he sobbed. “N-Need, please—”

Harley growled.

“Boys,” Tony panted, voice full of censure, “no fighting. Play nice.”

Harley and Peter both made offended noises and he barked out a laugh.

Tony stroked Peter’s hair in consolation and let him fuck his hand, which he held in a loose ‘o,’ and indulged him with another orgasm.

When his knot went down again, he cracked a hand down on Harley’s ass as a silent reprimand for being greedy. Then, he pulled out slowly, watching the fluttering hole clenching around his cock, trying to hold on, and he gently soothed a hand down Harley’s back.

“Shh,” he murmured, though even he didn’t know who he was talking to. Both of them, probably. “Shhh. Let Alpha take care of you.” He shifted off the bed and crouched to open the mini fridge they had in the room, pulling out a bottle of water.

It was ice-cold, a sharp contrast to the warm bodies he’d been stroking and touching, but his hands didn’t shake as he twisted the cap open and carelessly tossed it onto the nightstand. He urged the boys to flip over with gentle touches and crooning words in a sing-song voice, then pressed the opening of the bottle to Peter’s lips first.

“A-Al—”

“Shhh,” Tony soothed again, gently tipping the bottle back, letting the water flow into Peter’s mouth. The omega spluttered at first, then began to thirstily gulp it down, encouraged by Tony’s petting and stroking.

Tony pulled it back once Peter had had half the bottle, then tipped Harley’s chin up and let him drink too. “Feels good, huh?” he murmured, watching Harley wordlessly gulp it down. “Good boys, both so good for me, so needy, so hungry, so sweet.”

Peter whimpered at the words, and the smell of more fresh slick made Tony’s mouth water. “Should probably make you eat something,” he murmured, crushing the now empty bottle effortlessly and tossing it to the floor. “Gotta keep your energy up.”

He reached into the fridge and pulled out some fresh strawberries, chuckling when they whined in protest. “Shh. It’ll be quick. Be good for Alpha.”

They both nodded, peering up at him through half-lidded eyes, and Tony blinked when he saw absolute, pure adoration in them.

His pretty things were so fucking perfect, and he was going to have the best time of his life helping them through their heats.

[renaxwrites]

Tsukki is my mans but since you're writing the amazing series known as Eleven, I shall refrain for asking for him, but may I ask for some cute relationship/how they are as a boyfriend headcanons for Akaashi, Semi and Bakugou? (idk if you're okay with mixing the bnha and haikyuu characters but I love them and I'd love to see your writing for them uwu)

Boyfriend Material - (Akaashi, Semi, Bakugou)

a/n : I’m such a hoe™ for akaashi lmaoo but don’t tell him that ;) Rq I’m sorry if Semi is short, I don’t know too much about him! Also heck YES I love love love bnha, Baku is one of my favs 💕 part 2 part 3

akaashi

Oh boyyyy get ready to be loved!!

Not big on pda, but instead professes his love through gestures

Little love notes, slipping snacks in your bag cause you were running late, bringing an extra jacket since he already knows you’ll ask for his

Loves affection. KING of kisses. Allows you vip access to play with his silky hair

A whole GENTLEMAN! I’m talking opening doors for you, pushing in/out your chair, making sure you get inside your house before he leaves

You: “I am more than capable of opening my own door, keiji.”

Akaashi: “You better. Not ever. Touch a door handle. In front of me. Or else.”

Mans smells gooodd. Results in you stealing his clothes just so you can smell him

Kinda needs his clothes tho, so he buys you a bottle of his cologne. He DOES give you a couple shirts/hoodies tho. What kind of bf would he be if he didn’t?

The two of you are usually joined at the hip. Not that y’all are clingy, it’s just you both function better around each other and genuinely enjoy each other’s company, so y’all are always vibing together

Cue third wheel bokuto

He’s a pretty blunt fella, so he will tend to compliment you a lot. He knows you look good, so he doesn’t see a point in not mentioning it

Dates with akaashi are always interesting. Feel like staying in? Movie night and takeout. Fair nearby? He’s stealing you and taking you on the first day it arrives. Test coming up? Lucky for you, he’s huge on studying. He’ll prep you like his life depends on it. Food cravings? Hop in his car, he’ll find somewhere really good to satisfy your hunger. (remember: no door handle touching!!)

Overall, y’all are married at this point. At least Bokuto says so. Akaashi def doesn’t argue w that

semi

Homie lowkey a sucker for touchies

Just not in front of the team. Even giving him a hug makes him go red and lose all brain cells. Which his teammates will def remind him about lol

Other than that, he absolutely loves affection

Spontaneous kisses? Lives for them

Holding on his hand when you’re nervous or just want comfort? He’ll caress his thumb over your hand to let you know he’s there for you

Your hugs and comfort are the first thing he seeks after something goes amiss in his life. Something about your presence is something he needs, like air or water

He will never take your motivation for granted, whether it’s a wish of good luck before a match or screaming he’s your #1, even if they lost

You’re his rock, and he is yours.

bakugo

Real tea, this man is really just a big baby and needs attention all the time, even when he doesn’t act like it

You seriously mean a lot to him if you scored him

You are the only one to calm his crazy self down (izuku owes you so many favors for saving his life)

Has a front in public, but the second that door is closed, he’s putty in your hands

Is pretty much touch deprived, therefore LOVES to touch you

Obsessed w playing with your hair, loves to smell your shampoo

Post-workout cuddles are def a thing

You: “Katsuki, we should get going, we can cuddle again laterrr”

Bakugo: “5 more minutes babe. I’m recharging, almost done”

He may be tough but he’s still not used to feeling all fuzzy at any type of kiss

Quick pecks, long affectionate kisses, intense makeouts, all make him weakkk

To other’s eyes it may be a simple relationship, but you two both know it’s much deeper than that

He would put his life on the line for you, and that’s saying a lot

He trusts you with everything he has, and vice versa

Overall, wholesome relationship with this tantrum baby

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Cookies | Peter Parker

Pairing: college aged!Peter Parker x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: your best friend brings freshly-baked cookies and tells you a secret.

Request: do you listen to asmr boyfriend roleplay (on yt)? Some of them would be great as fics.

Warnings: the littlest angst, nosy people, awkwardness, a hint of low self-esteem, fluff, making out, language?

A/N: anon didn’t clarify which Peter Parker she meant so picture Andrew, Tom, 616!Peter, Peter B. Parker, Pine!Peter PS4!Peter or whoever you want.

Based off this YouTube video

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“Hi, beautiful.”

You made a face, cringing as the greeting left Peter’s lips.

His shoulders dropped. “Why do you always make that face when I call you beautiful? You know I’m joking.”

That was exactly the reason why it bothered you so much, he was just joking. He made a move to step into the household which prompted you to tease him in order to lighten the mood. “Why should I let you in?”

“I brought cookies! And your jacket.” His comment made you observe he was holding a container in his hand while your jacket hung from his left shoulder.

You let him in, following him toward the kitchen where he was placing the cookies on the counter. Peter always made himself comfortable in your house, he moved freely, probably because he had frequented it since he was a child. May and your mom were great friends, that meant Peter and you had practically been raised together.

“You’re home alone?” he inquired, taking in the unusual silence around the house.

You hummed, leaning against the wall. “I think I’ve been home alone since the early morning.”

“You think?”

“I was tired last night and went to sleep early—“

“And for the looks of it, you just woke up, huh?”

You looked down, realizing his eyes were on your body. You were still on your pajamas. Unconsciously, you straightened your back and nodded.

“I get it,” he assured. “I’ve been really busy, haven’t slept well in weeks.”

“How is everything going? We haven’t really talked in ages.”

One of the disadvantages of having Peter as a best friend was that with the constant teasing from your mom and May, you couldn’t have privacy. You had lost count of the instances in which your mom had burst into your room just to see if you weren’t finally making out with him. May wasn’t any better, constantly dropping hints that Peter and you would make an amazing couple.

Many times you had wondered if your mom’s attitude wasn’t just to make you feel less insecure, but if that was her intention her execution had the opposite effect.

Peter sighed a lament, “I know, I’m sorry. It’s just everyone around us says we should date and... w—well,” he stuttered, focusing on the wall behind you, “between you and me, w—would you ever...” his voice lowered to a mumble, “date me?”

“Sure,” you shrugged, frowning upon seeing his shocked expression. “You don’t believe me?”

“I thought that a—all the pressure everyone puts on us to date was a turnoff,” Peter explained, playing with the strings of his zippered hoodie.

“Not really.”

“But think about it, we wouldn’t have a single moment to ourselves! Everyone would always have their attention on us and our friends would tease us and—“ he stopped himself, analyzing your face. “You’re sure,” he asserted, you nodded in confirmation.

Peter hadn’t thought it through when he decided to confess. Should he ask you out? Tell you to forget about it? One would make him happy and the other would save him from a big embarrassment. But it was you, everything had to be okay — it was you, yes.

“Would you like to maybe catch a movie next weekend? Would that be okay for a date? I don’t know what you like in that way...”

“That sounds good, yeah.”

He licked his lips, “May is gonna kill me for this...” Peter got closer to you, eyes on your lips, “can I kiss you?”

You nodded. You only had kissed him once, you both were drunk and had dumbly made out — you didn’t think he remembered it and to be fair you only remembered parts.

Peter leaned in, slowly closing his eyes the second your lips made contact. The kiss was too short for your liking, but his lips were softer than anyone who was familiar with his habits would’ve ever assumed.

“W—was that okay? ‘Cause I would understand if you didn’t want to date me because of my kissing ski—“

You interrupted him with your mouth on his, cupping his cheeks while kissing him as intensely as you felt comfortable with while in the middle of the kitchen.

“I would date you if you were a bad kisser, though,” you whispered on his lips.

“Why on earth would you do that?”

“Because I like you, and it would be fun to teach you.”

“God, this is so embarrassing,” he laughed, shaking his head. “It’s not cool telling the person you like you like them, it’s supposed to just happen!”

“It literally just happened, Pete,”

“Yeah, but we’re both extremely busy! You have all those projects and I have school and then the other thing...”

“It’s okay if you don’t want this,” you told him, hoping you didn’t sound as disappointed as you felt.

“I do!” Peter wanted it more than anything he had ever wanted. He had liked you for such a long time, the pressure from everyone around the two of you made it all difficult and confusing but he couldn’t remember a moment in which he hadn’t thought you were absolutely perfect.

As much as his responsibilities didn’t align with yours, you always had time for him and he always orbited around you. You made him a better person, he wanted to impress you all the time and make you laugh and make you proud — he looked up to you, you kept him in check.

“I don’t wanna lose you in this,” he confessed, “I don’t want their pressure to ruin everything, I don’t want Spider-Man to get between us...”

“As long as you’re careful, there won’t be no problem.” You admired him too much, both as a person and as a superhero to have a problem with it.

Peter pulled you closer, his nose brushing yours as he spoke, “I’ll put it like this: do you wanna go out with me? Not like just going on dates but like being an actual thing. We don’t have to tell anything to anyone if you don’t want to, we won’t listen to them.”

You placed your hands on the back of his neck, “what if I want to tell them?”

You didn’t feel comfortable with being his secret. It would only be detrimental for your mental health and self-esteem, enough you had with the societal expectations placed upon you.

“Do you want them to know you’re dating a loser like me?” he half-joked, eyes boring into yours.

“I’d proudly say I’m dating a loser like you.”

Peter kissed you again, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Do you mind if I stick around for a bit? We could watch a movie or something.”

You shook your head, leaning in to peck his lips. He laughed into the kiss, lifting you off the floor over how excited he was. Instead of putting you down, Peter tightened his grip around you and carried you properly.

You giggled his name, squealing when he shifted you against his hips to fit you against his side. Out of reflex your legs wrapped around him, arms snaked over his neck. “Don’t drop me or I’ll cry.”

“Living room or your bedroom?”

“Bedroom, I have to take advantage of you being strong enough to carry me.”

He burst out laughing, walking toward the stairs and trotting up them. “I’ll carry you everywhere, baby.”

Pete didn’t put you down once you were in your bedroom, your now-boyfriend laid on your bed with you on top, enjoying the sight in more ways than one. With his hands on your wide waist, he leaned up to kiss you, too excited to hide it was one of the many things he had fantasized about.

Soon he was panting underneath you, the bulge in his jeans pressing against the thin material of your cotton pajamas making you shudder. His hands were strongly gripping the sides of your thighs as he bit into your bottom lip, the sound that he caused to come out of you the hottest thing he had ever heard. You kissed him heavily, trying to shut both of you up in case your family was back.

It didn’t matter if you made noise or not, a squeak from behind you made the both of you pull away. Turning around, you saw your mom frozen in the doorway. You sheepishly smiled at her, trying not to giggle when you saw Peter cover his boner with a pillow from your peripheral vision.

He blurted, nervously, “May sent some cookies.”

Your mom nodded, blinking rapidly. It was like she couldn’t believe what she had just seen and you didn’t know how to interpret it.

“Are the two of you a thing now?” She asked out of the blue, as if things had sunk when her eye caught Peter’s disheveled hair.

“Yes,” both you and Peter said at the same time.

Your mom clapped her hands together, “finally!”

[goodtimingz]

dreaming you would come true

intro. pt1. pt2. pt3. pt4. pt5.

AN: i am so sorry this is terrible and i’m pining for this experience. it took so long and im sorry 😭💗 ty for reading

tags: studentlife, jae day6, fluff, college!au, sexual acts implied.

: the one where you meet jae in your second year of college and it’s basically love at first sight. just little excerpts of what i think a relationship w jae would be like c:

2k words

As time goes by, as my feelings grow, I’m becoming more anxious.

Jae was great at many things, playing guitar, singing, annoying you, collecting hoodies, skateboarding (Ehh), but he wasn’t good at one thing.

Losing.

Which is exactly what he was doing at the moment. The boys had decided to play a game of basketball before their first-year friend Dowoon returned home over the break. It was close to midnight and freezing, but the burn of competition heated Jae as he attempted to steal the ball from Younghyun.

“Park Jaehyung, when are you heading back again?” Kim Wonpil had a way of being annoying that totally matched Jae’s wavelength. It pissed him off and simultaneously made him affectionate to the boy.

Last week when Wonpil had walked in on the two of you, Jae had watched as you scolded Wonpil for acting so stern while he sat there shyly. He would never admit that Wonpil had low-key scared him for a second, because he resembled a bunny and it was embarrassing for Jae's pride.

“Ya, Kim Wonpil you should knock! You’re the one who poured the wine last night!” Wonpil had winced at your voice most-likely as hungover as Jae and you.

Jae can remember the cute frown on your face like it was 10minutes ago. He adored you and he had pulled Wonpil aside later on, making sure to get into his good books considering how close you were to him. 

“Jae are you gonna answer me, or continue defending terribly?”

“I wouldn’t have to defend terribly if someone could actually guard Dowoon.”

Wonpil rolled his eyes at that, stealing the ball from Younghyun (miraculously). “I’m heading back on Saturday, so you have 3 more days with me and Y/N!” A cheesy, shit-eating grin spread across Jae’s face as he received the ball from Wonpil.

“How are you and Y/N?” Younghyun yelled as he subbed with Sungjin. Sungjin was a funny guy to be around and Jae had met him in the cafeteria one day. He wasn’t awkward but he was different to most guys Jae had met. Nevertheless the 4 guys (excluding Jae.) totally vibed and that’s all Jae cared about.

The more times Jae was reminded of you, the more he wanted to put the ball down and text you. You’d been talking all week about how sad you were that you couldn’t go home for the break. He wanted to stay with you more than ever. The beginning of the relationship was always the most fun and he hated being apart from you. He hadn’t even formally asked to be his girlfriend yet and he was kicking himself for it.

,

“You call this playing?” You grinned watching Jae’s face crack a wide smile. The boys paused the game briefly to greet you. Wonpil mumbled, “Speak of the devil..” and you walked over to him for the sole purpose of shoving him gently.

“Now that Y/N’s here I guess you’ll step up your game, huh?” Younghyun teased Jae only to receive a shove from Jae. (You were one in the same.)

You walked over to the seats, too tired to try and distract the group any longer. Jae had told you earlier in the day that he’d be playing with the boys - which was a common occurance, so you’d busied yourself with trying to find a gift to give him before he left you for the break. After hours of searching, Wonpil had texted you to join them for a Macca’s run at 11pm.

So there you were, shivering slightly because winter had finally settled in. Your eyes were stuck on watching Jae play. His laugh, the cute expression he had while focusing, the way his lanky body swiftly moved. What in the world would bring him happiness that didn't break the bank? (student budget was a b*tch).

Everything about him was really really attractive to you and you couldn’t understand how you’d gotten so lucky to have him. Although he had yet to put a label on it, his arm naturally hung over your shoulder when you were together - which was every other day. You always received the weirdest texts from him throughout the day, and if you weren’t together, the night was when you’d get a “You wanna get boba?” “Let’s go to the skate park!” “Y/N come walk with him :( i’m bored.” All of these messages obviously melted your heart and you could only accept his requests.

However, your time together was running short with Jae flying home for the semester break. As the time grew closer a weird feeling in your stomach grew too, something like anxiousness combined with sadness. Without a label, would he still talk to you? You two never video-called unless you were in the same room trying to annoy each other. And even worse, when he returned would he still want you?

Stuck in your thoughts, you barely noticed the game had ended as Jae placed his denim jacket over your shoulders. 


“You’re shivering so much Y/N.” His tone was light while his hands caring, rubbing your shoulders to create warmth. You leaned into his touch, smiling up at him. The thoughts from earlier washed away the minute Jae came into view, which always happened. He felt like home and you were desperate not to let it go.

You both stood and Jae was quick to bring you closer to his side. He wore a beige hoodie and ripped jeans as usual, but he somehow made the basics look so good. “Don’t you wanna walk with the boys? Isn’t Dowoon leaving tomorrow?” You turned to look into Jae’s eyes before realising just how close you were. You could feel his warm breath fan across your lips. Watching the way Jae’s eyes took in all of your features made you feel both flustered and warm. His eyes dropped to your lips and just as he began leaning in, Dowoon’s deep voice shrieked. Everyone froze, eyes on Dowoon who clutched his chest. “I thought I saw a ghost cat, but it was just a real cat!”

Because that was definitely worth cock-blocking. (Read: thanks dowoon.)

After hanging out with the group and eating too many fries, Jae walked you home with Wonpil. All of your soul wanted to ask him to stay by your side that night. He was flying out so soon and he hadn’t slept over since the drunk-blue-hair night, which in your opinion was far too long. You didn’t want to ask in fear that Wonpil would intrude or make things awkward, but you really just wanted to hug and talk for hours even though it totally didn’t suit Jae’s character. He didn’t seem the kind to be awkward but he definitely didn’t seem the kind to initiate the cuddle-session either.

"What's a bet I can stay in your dorm without Wonpil noticing?" With a smirk on his lips and his voice so close to your ear, you shivered unintentionally. Did he just read your mind? Jae watched in amusement, pulling your head into his chest mid step, "Hey Y/N don't get too excited!"

You threw him a bashful smile, egging him on. "You can try."

Wonpil looked back at the two of you suspiciously which in turn left the two of you giggling. You loved that boy like a big-brother.

,

Jae had succeeded. He had to hide behind a door for about 10minutes while Wonpil was in your room, and received a lot of weird glances but it was definitely worth it. The way you stood in front of him in your PJ's was enough to make Jae melt. But he couldn't help but notice the way your eyes glanced around without really paying attention to anything, and the way your hands fiddled with the hem of your shirt nervously.

Something about you seemed off. He tugged the bottom of your shirt to bring you closer, watching your expression closely.

"What's up Y/N?"

Jae couldn't have guessed that would start the water-works but he watched as your face crumbled. Without a second thought he took you in his arms and brushed your hair away from your face. The way your hot tears fell onto his neck made his heart ache, he was confused but the sadness felt as though it radiated through your body and into his. You two had barely been this intimate before, you on his lap and his arms around your waist.

After a few minutes of silence besides your sniffles you pull away from him, wiping his neck with your sweater paws. "I'm sorry, your hoodie is all wet." Jae's thoughts raced and he could care less about his soaked shoulder. He searched your eyes with worry, waving off your statement. Your silence and the way you gazed off into space urged Jae on.

“You look so ugly when you cry, I find it beautiful.” Jae spoke softly, using his thumb to wipe away your tears. (lyrics from their song)

,

You wanted to shove him and glare at him but you couldn’t control the laugh that exited your lips. It was so random and back-handed but with good intention, just like Jae always way.

“You’re not supposed to say that Jae, you’re not supposed to see my cry at all.” Your tone is playful but the tears are still flowing and your voice hoarse. Usually you’d be embarrassed to show this kind of face to the boy you like but it was Jae. The past month had been so stressful and so fun with him. You felt like you finally had someone to mess around with at 3am when you couldn’t escape your thoughts. Finally someone who wanted to be with you without barriers.

The smile on Jae's face washed away his worried expression and gave you the confidence to confess your thoughts.

"Will you still talk to me over the break?" Your voice was meek when you spoke.

It was embarrassing to be so vulnerable and the position you were in didn't help at all. The warmth of being in Jae's arms and the way his thumb rubbed comfortingly on your hips felt so safe.

"Of course I will Y/N." Jae seemed so certain, his words filled with comfort. You sighed a breath of relief, but the suspicion and fear built high in your chest. As if Jae could sense it, he spoke again.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask you to be my girlfriend sooner... I was worried you would think I'm rushing things."

The way he talked with a slight pout made you want to pinch his cute cheeks. Trust Jae not to rush things, he either made decisions based on a whim, or after hours and days of preparation.

"Jae, I like you more than you know... I don't know what it is about you but I feel so at home with you." You could feel the blush rising on your cheeks but the words felt so important. You watched Jae's expression closely, happy to see a small smile.

"I know this is kind of bad timing, but I feel it too. I really like being around you, is there a chance I could call a girl like you mine?" It was so cheesy, the way you sat on his lap suddenly felt overwhelming and perfect. Jae was obviously embarrassed but you could only lean up to quickly kiss him before nodding happily. Home. The feeling was back and it was without worry.

"Thank gosh." Jae's whole body relaxed beneath you and he leaned in again, this time with his grip on your waist a little tighter. The kiss began innocent until you felt his hands run up and down your sides, sending sparks in their trail.

You placed your arms around his neck before swinging your legs to straddle his waist just wanting - craving to feel closer to him.

"I'll show you how much you matter to me." Suddenly Jae's voice was deep and husky as his hands slipped beneath your sweater. The feeling of your hot skin meeting his cold touch filled your stomach with bundles of nerves.

Cuddling and talking would come later... For now the only thing you want to remember is the feeling of Jae’s touch and the shared urge to be closer.

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hofortendou x nishinoya || gallickingun matchups

@hofortendou : first off conGRATS !! i’m so glad to see that your blog keeps growing! also i would like to participate in your matchup event! i would like a male match from haikyuu 🥰 i’m (she/her) 5’4”, short-ish haired brunette with big hazel eyes (i’m talkin’ tim burton scale) and covered in freckles. I do digital art both as a hobby and for uni, i play video games, watch too much anime, i longboard when i can or if it’s a particularly nice day out, and i absolutely love plants, like they’re all over my apt. if i had to give myself an aesthetic i’d say a mix between art mom n grunge, i think? i usually wear a hoodie and shorts/sweats bc i work from home but i’m a sucker for cropped jackets/shirts w mom jeans and docs when i need to actually get dressed. i like to learn new things and am v organized but not overbearing w it, my personality is very open minded, intro-extroverted and humor based but i’m literally baby and WILL cry if you raise your voice at me. that being said i’m v affectionate and love me some tenderness. if i had to look for anything in a partner it’d be sympathy and humor, for sure. and i would love to go do something fun like roller skating or walk around a fair for a first date, something memorable and not super basic, y’know? ty and ily moe ❤️

Thank you so much for participating! I really hope you like this! And thank you again for supporting me, it means the whole entire world 🧡

Warning: Slight NSFW ahead! Under the cut~

― Noya supports going out or staying in - whether that’s trying a new Thai place, or watching anime on the couch. Sometimes you gotta paint the town red, other times you have to chill out on the sofa! ― He’s affectionate as all get out, absolutely adores and requires to touch you at all times. Hand in your pocket, hand in your hand, hand on your waist. Once you two get comfortable enough with each other, he’ll kiss you in public if you’re okay with it, he’ll hold your hand at all times, and will definitely make sure that everyone knows the two of you are grossly in love. ― I think your aesthetics would go really well together! Noya canonically loves the color black, so I think that your grunge aesthetics would go together, even if you both like to switch it up from time to time. 

☁ Nishinoya absolutely adores you. To the point where you’re not sure sometimes if he’s genuine or not. Whether you’re fully decked out in a complete face of makeup and a full snazzy dress, or lounging around the house in one of his old jerseys and some joggers.. that man is going to remind you how beautiful you are.

☁ He definitely wants to kick your ass in video games, though. He has a radical competitive streak, no matter what the activity is or if he’s done it before. It will be his first time playing Mario Kart and he’ll jump up and down on the couch, mashing buttons and squealing at the top of his lungs every time he gets thrown off the track. If it’s more FPS style games, he talks too loud and pretends to know what he’s talking about by using slang that he’s heard from his other friends who play video games a little more. 

☁ Noya loves it when you wear crop tops - sweatshirts, tanks, tees, etc. - he likes to sneak his hands along your waist and up your shoulders. His thumbs run along your ribs and he pulls you in closer all the time, nuzzling your nose and whispering sappy compliments and corny pick up lines and raunchy one liners. He ducks his head into your neck and as he’s pressing kisses to your skin, his fingertips are searing into your waist, and you feel completely lightheaded at being so overwhelmed by his closeness.

☁ He gets loud from time to time, but when you shy away from him or possibly even tear up, he’s immediately bringing his voice down a few octaves and rushing forward to apologize and comfort you. His hands find your face and his voice is gentle, eyes warm as he looks across at you to 

☁ There is a pretty heavy praise and worship between the two of you - Nishinoya loves to kiss your lips and tell you how pretty your eyes are and how good you take him and how beautiful your body looks while he’s fucking into you slow and deep. He’ll whisper with his nose against your temple, his lips against the shell of your ear, “Such a good girl, damn, you’re gorgeous. Look so pretty when you’re taking me just like this,” and then he makes your pussy cream with his fingers sneaked between your hips to find that precious bundle of nerves. 

☁ On the same hand, he loves it when you whimper praises into the thin air between your bodies. You whimper, gasping out, “N-Noya, love your cock, please, fill me up, I-I want more.” And oh, does he deliver. Somehow he’s able to keep stretching you out and filling you up, even when you both think your cunt has sucked him in to the base. You tell him in blundering babbles how strong he is and how safe you feel with him, and the sound of you doting on him with your words is what makes his cock twitch just before he coats your walls white.

☁ At least once a month you two have a veg out on the couch night. Noya orders dinner, you put together a blanket nest, and you two snuggle down into the corner of the couch and watch whatever reruns or new anime is on that you’ve both decided to watch. He’ll ask you a million questions if he’s never seen it before, even if you haven’t seen it before, because he’s just so curious to know how it ends even though he doesn’t really want you to tell him.

☁ Nishinoya wants to do everything you love, no matter if he’s truly interested in it or not. It’s important to you, so it’s important to him. However, he really has a short attention span, so unless it’s something super stimulating, you’ll need to be willing to redirect him whenever necessary. You might need to stop for food in the middle just to break it all up. 

☁ Affectionate? Please. Nishinoya can’t keep his hands off of you. If you’re in the same room together, he’s stood next to you, hand in your back pocket or arm around your shoulder. Everyone knows you two are together from the moment you set foot anywhere because he’s kissing your forehead or you’re leaning into his bicep or you’re holding each other around the waist. Sometimes the others have to remind you that you’re in public, even though Noya is just giving you a lil’ forehead smooch.

☁ Noya is a pretty joking guy, even though he does have his serious moments. He and Asahi are really close and he knows how to joke with him, so he learns from that and uses it to determine how far he can go with you so far as sarcasm and banter. He nudges your ribs and giggles in your ear and tells too many jokes sometimes, but you love it. There are times when he takes it too far, though, and the first time you get upset because of something he said, he’s apologizing for days and latching himself onto you like a koala. You have to tell him a dozen times over that you’re okay, so long as he doesn’t tell that joke again. 

"It’s hot! And I’m not getting any better at this!” Noya groans, dropping back on the concrete so he’s laid out, sprawled limbs spread out every which way. He drapes his arm over his face to cover his eyes from the beating sun, his lips pulled into a pout, “Please, can’t we eat?!”

You chuckle, squatting beside him to tickle the little sliver of skin that’s peeking out from under the hem of his shirt from where he’s caused it to ride up by moving his arms around. “C’mon, Yuu, you’re not going to quit on me now, are you?”

Noya groans, rolling onto his side so he can rest his cheek against the tops of your knees, “But it’s hot and I’m hungry. We’ve been at this for hours!”

“It’s been twenty minutes.”

“Well-”

“It’s fine, babe,” you tell him, running your fingers through his hair, pulling gently at the brunette strands with your digits. Another chuckle shakes your chest and he turns his head to look at you, thankful that your body is blocking the direct sunlight, “I don’t want to not learn, honey, I just forgot to eat breakfast. Maybe we can grab something, go for a swim, and then try again?”

You do as he says, finding a food cart to grab something small to eat and scarfing it down on a picnic table that’s centered along the pavilion that overlooks the beach. You hold hands underneath the table, your palms rested on Noya’s knee. He’ll play with your fingers, squeezing your knuckles and following the curve of your palm down to your wrist. It feels that sometimes he’s even checking your pulse to make sure that you’re still okay, still with him. As if he cannot believe that this isn’t some sort of dream that he has the ecstasy of reliving every day.

As you drop your tee shirt to reveal your bathing suit, you can’t help but notice Noya’s eyes are all over your frame. He comes up behind you before you can turn around to admonish him for undressing you with his eyes in front of everyone here on the beach, and his arms wrap around your waist, head tucked into your neck. When he speaks, his voice is husky and it sends a jolt of electricity directly to your core, “We could always just go home-”

“You promised, Noya!” You whine, circling your hands around his wrist and tugging playfully. He groans and bares his teeth to your shoulder, sucking one harsh time before releasing you, “Only because I’m completely whipped for you, babe.”

Your feet hit the water and Noya is flying past you into the waves, screaming at the top of his lungs before he plunges into the sea. You can’t contain the giggles that part your lips, covering your mouth with your hand as the waves crash into your shins. You’re meeting him halfway, floating in the ocean water up to your shoulders, your body folded at the waist beneath the crest of the waves, “You’re so dramatic, Yuu.”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way, would you?” he asks, eyes still burning with that familiar flame as he tugs you by your hips so you’re straddling his waist beneath the water. You gasp as he rolls his hips up into you, the feel of his thick length hardening against your thigh, “N-Noya-”

“Shh,” his voice is accented by the feel of his middle finger slipping your bathing suit to he side, “Keep quiet, baby girl, and I’ll make sure we both feel good.”

Your voice is lost in your throat, irises swallowed by your pupils when the first languid stroke of his fingers finds your innermost folds. Nishinoya pulls your chin with his free hand, tilting your head so he can kiss you on the mouth, eliciting a gasp from the back of your throat, “That’s not quiet, baby. Try again.”

The way you gulp and nod your head makes him chuckle, but he can’t keep himself from you, and before you know it, he’s devouring you from both ends.

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Bittersweet meetings pt 7

“So..is that blush for me…”Lapis looked over to Connie dancing, her smile dipping a bit. “Or for her?”

Steven scoffed at Lapis teasing before glancing back at the dancing couple briefly. “No one is blushing, it’s a trick of the light.”

“It’s a sign of deep feeling, Steven. Don’t act like you weren't looking at them.”

“Whatever.” 

Steven arched an eyebrow as the bluenette chuckled at his behavior.

“I’m sorry, Steven I know it’s mean but I couldn’t help it. So use to seeing you happy and such, that seeing you look jealous is refreshing...proof you aren’t perfect.”

“Pfft, you know me too well to think me like that...Though on the subject of looks..”

“Have I stole your gaze from the birthday girl?”

Steven didn’t say anything as he watched her sly teasing grin morphed to a shy slightly annoyed grimaced. He smirked a bit at his swimmer of a friend.

“What is it? Why ya looking at me like-”

“That outfit looks good on you? Cause it really does, Lappy.”

Lapis eyes widen a bit at the admission before taking a glance down at her attire. A gray and blue camo, thigh length, longline blouse that was sleeveless and slit up from the naval on all sides; She had the front tails tied in a neat bow above her pants line, making her top look like form flattering swallowtail vest-coat. Cobalt blue knotted belt bootcut pants that were a bit loose around her hips. White velvet ankle strap round toe sandals. She accessorized a bit with an ankle bracelet on her left with eight letter charms on it, each one the first initial of their friends names. She looked back up to her friend feeling a bit shy as she did and gave him a very light slap on the pocket of his pink and red flannel shirt.

"Hey now, saying things like that could leave an impression on a sweet girl like me." 

"I'm just calling it as I see it. You clean up well."

Lapis giggle a bit before giving a playful bow. "Why thank you."

Steven gave his friend a small grin before his face returned to neutral as the song changed to something slower, he looked over at Connie and her date dancing closer to each other. While he didn't know why at the time, but he loathed what he saw. Jeff held her by the sides of Connie waist, while she had her hands on his tall shoulders. They swayed below the dark lights and blended with the crowd unnoticed by all but Steven. 

Something inside him shattered like glass, seeing them whisper whatever they didn't what other to know. The smile she was sharing with him was one he recognized all too well...It was one that was usually reserved for him. He saw her laugh at something shared between them before Jeff dipped down and whispered into her ear: a single tear come out of Connie eye and he could see her looking around frantically. 

Steven was about to take a step towards them when JEFF wiped it away. Seeing her relaxed  and embarrassed smile…He couldn't understand this feeling of envy, but he felt that he saw all he needed to see. 

"You doing ok there, Steven?"

He forgot about Lapis being right there and It took him a little more time to register that she was holding his hand.

"Yeah, I'm fine..Just remembered  I have to go home." 

She had a look of concern and disappointment on her face. "Not even gonna say hi to the rest of the crew..or Connie...She misses you, ya know."

Steven gave a sheepish smile before he placed the hood of his forest vest over his head. "Everyone's having a good time. Besides I already came and did what I wanted to do, So have fun for me Laps...tell no one I came, yeah?" 

Steven gave Connie one last look and could have sworn she caught him just for a second, before turning around and heading towards the basement door. Never knowing that the birthday girl eyes caught the familiar green of his vest and froze her in place.

He got to the corner of Connies’ block when he let loose a groan of annoyance. ‘She was right there! A few steps  and what do I do. Not a thing.I just watch her, like I’m her Ex or something like that…’ He released a jerring chuckle at the thought. ‘Ludicrous. We’re close and admittedly, we flirt with each other..but that’s our normalized routine. There’s never been anything more than adulation for each other. Doesn't mean I want to be with her..I do but not in a relationship..why does that feel like a lie?...not that it matters since she seems to be happy with him..I should be happy for that...So why do I want to punch the world in the face right now?'

Steven was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even acknowledge  someone calling him until he was tapped upside his head. He turned in surprise  to see a posting Lapis lazuli with a small pout on her face and knuckles on her hips. 

"Sheesh, wanna come back down to earth,bud." 

"Lapis? What are you doing here, thought you were still at the party."

Lapis shrugged lazily "Party's starting to wind down, you came late. Besides wanted to see if I can catch up with ya, unless you wanna be alone."

Steven groaned mutely before taking a look at Lapis. Bundled up in a slim hoodie jacket and was looking away but still kept him in her peripheral waiting for his answer patiently. It was cute to him and at the same time confounding since she never was a withdrawn person with him. That being said maybe having another pair of ears could be useful.

"Well now, who would turn down a request like that? Allow me to walk you home, Little Lappie."

Her growl brought a small grin to his face. "Oh shut up and let's go." 

The two walked in a silent comfort, Steven still trying to organize his thoughts. unaware of Lapis looking up at him with a bit of admiration..

"Hey Lapis, what do you think of Connie and Jeff?"

He turned to his friend and was quite surprised to see the deadpanned look on her face. 

She sighed. "What you want me to say, man? He's horrible, she deserves better? What?"

"Is he?"

Lapis scoffed at the slight bit of hope in his voice "No..He's not and you should feel bad for hoping he was."

Steven looked down with a bit of shame. "Excuse me for trying to look out for my friend."

Lapis muttered something under her breath before turning to Steven. " Connie's a big girl and a tough one. She's capable of making her own decisions."

"I know that."

"Then why are you so hung up over it?" 

Steven shrugged. "I don't know..Maybe because she didn't tell me about it. I mean she doesn't have to, that's her business-"

Lapis interrupted teen by placing a finger on his lips. "Stop..You heard what you said..HER BUSINESS, not YOURS business. She is free to have business that doesn't involve us or you."

Steven gently moved the finger away and glared." Easy for you to say, you met the guy."

"Really, you could've met Jeff with the rest of us if you came earlier aaaand…..you’d have your own opinion of him. Literally, they were a few steps away."

The boy kissed his teeth before breathing heavy out of his nose. "I noticed, they seemed like they were vibing"

Lapis waved her hand "Maybe..But why does that bother you, shouldn't you be happy for her?"

"I-I am..?"

Lapis pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a frustrated breath. "Ok can we get off this subject."

Steven gave an apologetic smile and raised his hands "Sorry, sorry..I've been rude, talking about one girl while walking another home.."

Lapis nodded as she golden her arms. "I agree. Especially when they're as sought after as I." 

"True enough, not a lot of people get to walk with a beauty at night." 

Even though she knew his comment was in jest, Lapis couldn’t help the inner warmth his words gave her. She chuckled a bit before latching on to Steven's left arm, leaning in so he wouldn't see the smile on her face. "Glad you realized..You still gotta make it up to me, though"

Steven felt a little red and out of place over the gesture, but excused it as a friendly tease. "Ok lapis, how can I make it up to you."

His jovia voice made Lapis heart skip. Though she couldn't really enjoy it as her stomach started to rumble.

"Food?"

"Obviously, and I'm not buying."

"Of course..Fish stew pizza ok?"

"Not really the classiest of date spots, but it'll do.”

Steven arched an eyebrow  “we’re on a date now?”

Lapis grip on him become slightly tense as she looked the other way. “W-Well..a friendly date-”

“And i’m not even in my best, while you’re dressed to kill. How lucky am I, huh?” Steven shot the bluenette a cheshires’ grin, who despite trying to look away soon found herself mimicking the grin. 

“Yeah, yeah. out of my face, charmer.”  Lapis pushed him to her side. The two walked in a comfortable silent pace, engaging in small talk about nothing important, basically tv,Tube-tube,movies, the usual teenage stuff. They arrived at Fish stew within fifteen minutes and took a seat near the window. It was an empty with only their friend Kiki and her grandma Gunka at the register. Music was playing off a small radio, a light rock tune, the smell of fresh pizza encompassing restaurant and the lights were not overly bright. Steven stretched as he relaxed, unaware of Lapis fond, almost dream like smile. 

“So what you in the mood for Laps.”

Lapis blinked in surprise at the sound of his voice awakening her from her thoughts. “What now?”

“Heh I said what do you want to eat?”

Lapis pouted slightly before brushing the back of her hair, her face gaining a bit of heat. “Oh anything fine, No preference.”

“Ok..” With a smile on his face Steve stood up and pointed towards the jamaican girl.” Kiki, fix the custom with a Durian soda aaanndd…” 

“Root beer.”

“And a Root beer, both large!”

Kiki arched an eyebrow with a smile before giving a thumbs up. Steven sat down with a confident smirk. “See that. Pull.”

“Pull, huh? ” Lapised chuckled a bit at his antics.

“You laugh but I have you know. you’re sitting with the biggest dog in the parlor.”Steven rubbed his chin with a sly grin, doing his best imitation of a mob boss.

“Oh my, didn’t know you were such a boss.” Lapis bit her lip to keep from laughing..and because she thought it was kind of attractive.

“Well, gotta keep it on the low. Don’t wanna be caught slippin’.”

Lapis side-eyed him for a moment before letting lose a titter which slowly turned to a hearty laugh. Steven couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride making her laugh.

“So..What’s up Lapis? We haven’t real talk in a few.”

Lapis shrugged “Nothing really, Stevie. Outside of school and council work, not much. Finally saw “Into the Hybrid-verse”.

Steven gave a false cough “Late.”

La[pis rolled her eyes very vividly, causing steven to simper teasingly “Not everyone likes going to the theater Steven..”

“Buuuut.”

Lapis didn’t say anything at first before an excited smile took over her features. “I should’ve brought my ass to the theater. That..that..That was the best Crystal Gem movie! Period.”

Steven gave a light hearted point toward his ‘date’, as he tried to hold in factitious tears. “You haven’t lied yet, lappy. That’s my movie of the year, right there.”

“”Oh, yeah, it had it all. The story was intriguing, funny, sad and inspirational. The animation was crazy fluid, intricate, and stylish like the comic it came from.”

“Yes! The music though.. The music of the whole thing, from the scores during fights and chase scenes to the actual OST. Uggh..Beautifully fitted for the movie.. “

Lapis gave a small chortle at his excitement. “I imagine you downloaded the OST as soon as the movie was over.”

Steven turned cherry red as he looked away “Before actually.”

Lapis howled with laughter after hearing “OH MY STARS, YOU MUSIC FEIND!”

“Have you heard ‘Yo! Sup Danger’, Desert flower, ILLUMINATE! Come on, you know I was hooked.”

It was three minutes into his praise of the soundtrack, scores and arrangements of the film when he noticed Lapis wasn’t really talking, but just watching with a small smile on her face. He chuckled bashfully as he scratched the back of his head.

“Sorry ..You know me when it comes to music.”

Lapis shook her before she leaned back and stretched. “Don’t hold yourself back on my account, besides..”  She laid her head down on the table. “You’re adorable when you get excited.”

Steven couldn’t help the red on his face or even the quick raise of his pulse or even the skip of his heart. Her gaze, tone, and grin was filled with something foreign and familiar to him...Foreign cause it was coming from Lapis…Familiar cause Steven was used to giving and receiving them...

from Connie.

"Well, either my imagination is fooling me and it’s just friendly banter, or this “date” just had an unprecedented development...'

[hyugapineapple]

The fuck are you wearing? [MiyaAka]

Beer? Check.

Pizza? Check.

Movie? Check.

Casual but not-so-casual-clothes-that-are-still-suitable-for-a-date? Check.

Keiji took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He was nervous. Very nervous. He was supposed to meet his date in approximately 5 minutes but he sensed a mini panic attack coming. It was the first time his guest came at his place and Akaashi suddenly realized that he was one hell of a perfectionist. Everything had to look perfect. Not too messy but not too organized either, relaxed but serious too, warm and welcoming, but at the same time, sober. He wanted to faze his date, and making a bad impression at the first sight of his apartment was out of question. His outfit had to be perfect too. Akaashi chose to wear a gray hoodie and black, ripped jeans, still debating on putting on something more…sexy or not. He decided not to. Hopefully, he looked good enough.

Inspecting everything again and ensuring that things looked neat and clean, but not too neat and clean because that would make it look like Keiji was some clean freak, Akaashi ran a hand through his black locks, drumming his fingers impatiently against his hip. God, he hated this. How could people be so chill when it came to inviting others to their place?

As if on cue, the male heard the doorbell ringing, making him jump startled and curse under his breath. Taking another deep sigh, Keiji approached the door and opened it, welcoming his guest with a small, warm smile.

Atsumu looked as stunning as ever. In fact, Akaashi decided that he looked a hundred times better than the last time, but that was something he thought every time he saw the blonde, so it didn't really matter. Beautiful hazel eyes met his dark blue ones and Keiji might’ve widened his smile by a little, little bit. Not too much, he's not that attracted, duh.

Atsumu wore a pair of navy jeans and a black leather jacket with a red shirt underneath, along with a pair of gray Vans. But it wasn't the outfit what made Keiji widen his eyes almost imperceptibly. It was Atsumu's fucking pretty face and his coy smile that welcomed the setter. Damn. Him.

They met each other on Tinder. Yeah, out of all possible places ever, the collected, calm Akaashi Keiji chose that damned app to save his inexistent love life. But hey, aside from creeps and weirdos, Keiji didn't encounter any other disturbing things. And Atsumu was one of the pleasurable surprises he met there.

They've dated for nearly 4 weeks, going to movie theaters, clubs, coffee shops or simple park walks and the brunet really enjoyed them. Being a private individual, Akaashi didn't really want to invite the blond home, but after the 6th date, Keiji has convinced himself that Atsumu was in fact, a really cool person. He also concluded that he wouldn't mind it at all if he got at least one make-out session from him. Absolutely not at all.

Despite his "fuckboy" appearance, Miya was sweet and funny. He had brains, was polite enough, showed a genuine interest for Keiji and his likings, treating him with care and on top of all, Keiji felt comfortable around him. So comfortable that he developed a huge crush on him. That's what matters when it comes to choosing a suitable partner, right? Yes, Atsumu was a total flirt and there were times when Keiji felt like slapping the shit out of him for his provocative comments and jokes but in general, Miya was worth it. Bonus points for his hot looks. Lots of bonus points.

"Hey, gorgeous." the blond greeted Keiji, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. Akaashi's beam widened as he acknowledged his salute, feeling his cheeks redden a little at the change of Atsumu's expression and stepped back to welcome the other inside. Once he closed the door, Keiji turned to face him when Miya suddenly pulled the setter closer. Holding him by the waist with his right arm and leaning in, he pressed a chaste kiss on Akaashi's slightly parted lips. Soon after, he pulled back and released him, leaving a wide-eyed, blushing Akaashi gawking. Atsumu only grinned, his own cheeks covered in a slight red hue as he stared back, clearly amused by the dark-haired male's expression before he bent down to take off his shoes and place them near the porch. That was another thing that the blue-eyed man loved/hated about Atsumu. He could fluster and shut him up immediately just with a kiss or a smile. It irked Keiji to no end but he somehow forgot about his complaints pretty quickly every time he looked at the blond. He wondered if his growing attraction and fondness for the other had something to do with this.

"Nice flat you have here, Keiji~" the blond whistled as he looked around, taking off his jacket. The next moment, the faux blond turned his head back to face Akaashi, a broad grin curling his lips upwards. "But the owner is nicer, I must say." he added, winking. Miya's words had Keiji rolling his eyes at him, a small laugh leaving his lips as he stepped closer. On the inside though, Akaashi was squealing at Miya's cheesiness, hoping that his blush wouldn’t darken more.

"Didn't know that you met Hanako-san, but I'll pass her your compliment." Keiji snorted, grinning back. "She sure likes receiving compliments from young, attractive males, especially at her age." he added, his smirk only widening when he saw Atsumu's confused features.

"Hanako-san? Who in the name of cherry popsicles is that?" he asked.

"She's my landlady, Atsumu." the brunet replied, watching the blond as he widened his eyes in realization. "And she's 75."

The look Miya had on his face made Akaashi snort loudly and he covered his mouth quickly to muffle his snicker while leaning his shoulder against the wall. "What? You said yourself, she's very nice." Keiji continued, proud that he could fire back.

Atsumu, on the other side, frowned in realization and embarrassment, blushing brightly. He certainly didn't like when he was the one teased, especially by such good looking and smart-mouthed people like Keiji. That was a…sensitive topic for his masculine pride or whatever.

"Shut up." he grumbled annoyed, grabbing Keiji's hand and dragging him to the other's living room. "You know what I meant, ass." he continued, throwing his jacket on the couch. The brunet rolled his eyes again and laughed, nodding solemnly despite his teasing beam. Atsumu noticed that too but decided not to comment and forgive him. He was feeling generous that day. Instead, he sat on the beige settee and turned his head to watch Keiji properly, raising an eyebrow expectantly, completely dismissing his earlier embarrassment.

"Is this how you treat your guest, Keiji-kun? I thought you were raised better than this. At least offer me a drink or something, Christ!" he spoke, his calm yet scolding expression making the brunet laugh again. With a small chuckle, Akaashi bowed down exaggeratedly and threw the other a beer can that he grabbed from the coffee table and stepped closer as well, ready to sit down. He spared Atsumu a look, totally checking him out and was about to speak when he saw Atsumu's shirt.

"….The fuck are you wearing?" he asked slowly, staring at the shirt with narrowed eyes. Miya wore a burgundy red tee, with the atrocious message "DC>Marvel" printed on his chest with big, bold letters. That had to be a joke.

Miya blinked confused, taken aback by the sudden change of atmosphere, feeling himself diminishing under Keiji's hard glare. "W-what?" He then looked down, trying to understand just where was Akaashi looking so intensely. Once he figured that he was talking about his T-shirt, Atsumu blinked slowly, staring back up at Keiji, who still stood on his feet. "I'm wearing a T-shirt? Is there a problem with that?" he asked hesitantly, raising an eyebrow.

"I know that, I'm not blind. Care to explain what's written on it though?" Akaashi replied immediately, still glaring daggers at the fabric.

"…That…DC is better than Marvel…?" was Atsumu's hesitant response.

"You're joking, right?"

"Why would I joke about DC? It's hella fucking amazing!"

A shocked gasp was heard.

"You take that back now!"

"What? No! Marvel sucks!" the blond argued immediately, standing up as well to meet Keiji's enraged pose.

Akaashi's eyes widened at the horrible insult, ocean blue eyes staring in bewilderment at the slightly taller male. Narrowing them immediately, the raven-haired man hissed, clenching his teeth at Atsumu. "How dare you, bitch. DC is lamer than Twilight."

Now it was Miya's turn to gape astounded at the insult as he felt the rage building up in his chest. Still, he raised an eyebrow mockingly, a ridiculing smile plastered on his lips. Straightening his posture, Atsumu smirked wider, sending the other a challenging look. "Oh yeah? Says who? A fan of a company that turns superhero movies into cheap, crappy Disney copies?"

"You're so full of crap, Atsumu. You clearly don't know the difference between shit and an actual good movie."

"Oh but I know. Marvel is shit, DC makes awesome movies."

"Say that again, I fucking dare you."

"With pleasure. Marvel. Is. Shit. Sorry, honey boo~"

"….And to think that I considered you a normal human being. Turns out you're retarded."

"You motherfucker-!"

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Breathing heavily, Akaashi grunted, furrowing his eyebrows while Atsumu gripped his thighs, long, calloused fingers squeezing the flesh through his jeans. They both groaned simultaneously as Keiji rolled his hips, causing sweet, needed friction between their bodies.

They were currently making out on Akaashi's couch, Keiji seated comfortably in Atsumu's lap, the other squeezing and massaging any spot of the brunet's body as they were kissing each other breathlessly. Akaashi's hands snaked around the other's neck, fingers buried in his bleached locks, tugging and messing it up as his right hand pulled their bodies as close as possible. The pretty brunet whimpered against Miya's lips when he felt the blond's fingers kneading his rear, forcing him to grind harder on Atsumu's crotch.

It all started with their petty, stupid fight about Marvel and DC universes, both of them getting pretty fired up. It got to the point that they began throwing witty insults at each other just for the sake of their fan pride. Things escalated quickly when Atsumu, after a good moment of silence, simply yanked the brunet closer, having Keiji almost punching him in the face due to his shock. He calmed down soon though, when the blond smashed their lips together in a heated kiss, lifting Akaashi's body in his arms to sit on the sofa almost immediately. To say that Keiji was shocked would be a misunderstanding, but he'll be damned if he complained.

5 minutes later, they still couldn't pull away, too engrossed in savoring the taste of each other's lips, only small whimpers and needy groans filling up the silence of the living room. Keiji felt pure bliss every time Atsumu rocked his hips to meet Keiji's thrusts, their tongues massaging the other's slowly and passionately. The brunet gasped quietly when he felt Miya's hand sliding under the fabric of his shirt, his palm pressing in between Keiji's shoulder blades, forcing him to stay as close as possible. In return, Akaashi cupped Atsumu's face with his fingers and swung his hips with more force, caressing his skin lightly as the blond moaned again, louder than before.

They pulled away eventually, panting and staring in each other's eyes, swollen, red lips millimeters apart. The blond grinned brazenly, taking Keiji's lower lip between his teeth, biting it playfully until Akaashi kissed him again, pulling back shortly afterward with a small chuckle.

Still sitting in Atsumu's lap, with a growing erection that he was sure that Miya had too, Keiji stared at the man under him, a look of awe and desire imprinted on his face. He wanted to continue so bad. Still, he decided not to jump on him immediately. Who knows, maybe Atsumu was a prude virgin who didn't like to dry hump on a stranger's couch. Though, what they did seconds ago kind of contravened his theory.

With a small sigh, Keiji lifted the faux blonde's chin up, giving him an amused look, his thumb massaging Miya's lower lip slowly. The brunet then decided to speak, his voice thicker and raspier than before. Little did he know that his tone sent shivers down Atsumu's spine and somewhere lower.

"Remind me again, how and why did we get from insulting each other to making out aggressively on my couch?" The question might've sounded like an accusation, but the brunet's amused grin and his look said otherwise.

Atsumu only shrugged, responding with an equally large smirk as he lifted his chin more, bringing both their mouths to the same level. "Not my fault that you're so fucking hot when you're angry~" he retorted before cupping Akaashi's cheeks to pull him close again, kissing him with the same roughness that simply had Keiji melting. That was more than enough to make the Fukurodani player understand that he wasn't the only one who wanted to continue their fun. And Akaashi couldn't complain at all.

He was sooo going to enjoy this

Thank you for reading! This work can also be found here.

[khhunniewriting]

1000 Times Better

You made your debut in a five-member group three years ago. You were lead vocalist and had a cute concept while the rest of your group was known for being sexy. This was because you were a very shy person. Thankfully your agency understood and listened to your wishes. Many times you would avoid being interviewed thinking your shyness would take away from the great atmosphere of any show but there were a few times you couldn’t help it.

“Hello Y/N, you are known for being shy despite being an idol who is constantly appearing on various music shows and performing all year round. Your work as a vocalist is spectacular but everyone is curious how you keep being featured in so many songs for artists from hip-hop label AOMG.”

You giggled trying to relieve yourself of the awkwardness you felt being singled out from the rest of your group. “I don’t have many friends outside of the group because of my reserved nature but I do have one very important friend in AOMG who I’ve known for a long time.”

“Really, who is it? Jay Park?”

“No” you shook your head. “I’m familiar with him now after featuring in his last album but not exactly friends. I can’t just talk to him.”

“She can’t even just talk to me” the leader of your group spoke up making the host laugh.

“Sorry” you bowed to her as if giving a formal apology. This made your entire group laugh as well. “The only person I know well enough to talk freely with is known as Hoody but she is Hyunjung unnie to me.”

A clip from Hoody’s Instagram was shown. It was of you and her singing karaoke together. It had gotten many comments from fans asking to see your wild dancing and singing more often. If only they knew Hoody had taken that video secretly. You would never do those things unless you were alone with her. 

“Is that why she was the first artist you collaborated with?”

“Yes.”

“Now that we have you talking there is one more question that you haven’t really answered before.”

“W-which one” you stuttered making everyone laugh at your expense.

“Once your group was asked about ideal types. Everyone responded and explained their decisions. You, however, ran out of the room when your members answered for you. Now your fans want to know is Simon D your ideal type?”

“Yes,” you whispered into the mic before dropping it to your lap and covering your face with both hands.

The host gasped making a bigger deal out of the situation to get your reaction to become greater as well. “Why is he your ideal type?”

You uncovered your face for a second looking at your members for help. The youngest took the mic and began answering. “She likes his voice most of all.”

“Ah... being a vocalist you take voice into consideration.”

You nodded.

“She also thinks he’s handsome and likes when he licks his lips” she added. This made you repeat the previous time you were asked this question. You ran out of camera sight to freak out 

“Unnie” you cried to Hoody as you pulled the hood of your jacket lower to cover as much of your face as possible. “I’m sorry I talked so much about you and for saying Kiseok was my ideal type.”

“Why are you sorry about that? Unlike you, any other artist would be glad to be mentioned on programs or interviews. Everyone says who their ideal types are and think nothing of it. It’s just something fans want to know.”

A slight blush would appear on your face anytime you heard your voice on the radio and you would absolutely fall to the ground wanting to hide when you saw yourself on television. “I don’t like being attacked with questions.” You laid your head against her shoulder wanting her to comfort you.

“Y/N you did well. You are just too caught up in the little things to see it. I wish I knew a cure for shyness so I could give it to you.”

“I would gladly accept it. Maybe then I could stop my voice from cracking when they give me a solo high note.”

“Then maybe I do have a cure.”

“Really,” you asked as you instantly sat up to hear what she had to say.

Hoody nodded, “You said you would take it, correct?”

“Yes, whatever it is I will- Unnie!” You yelped as you were pulled through the hallways of the building mid-sentence.

Hoody stopped when she spotted the person she was looking for. “Oppa” she stood you in front of him and smiled. “This is my friend Y/N.”

“Hello Y/N” Kiseok politely smiled at you as you were being introduced to him.

“She’s the one who featured with Jay Oppa.”

“Oh, you’re the vocalist for that rookie idol group with all the sexy girls and the one strange girl who always does the cute concept.” 

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m the strange girl with the cute concept.” You shyly looked away feeling like you had just been rejected by him.

Kiseok flinched as he got glared at by Hoody. “I realized my mistake the instant Hoody glared at me.” 

“If you see it then learn to respond correctly.” She hit Kiseok and began arguing about him not making a good first impression. 

You shyly stood by as you saw the two bickering like siblings. You were glad to have this opportunity to meet Kiseok but you couldn’t stand it. Your eyes kept roaming the room as you tried not to stare in his direction. 

“Y/N let’s go. I don’t know what I was thinking trying to introduce you to this person.” She hooked her arm with yours and pulled you away. As you two were headed out the door you bumped into Jay who greeted you.

“Hello Y/N.”

“Hello” you greeted him formally.

“Am I that scary?” he asked. Jay had seen your last broadcast, meaning he had seen the interview where you said he wasn’t someone you could talk to. “I don’t bite you know.”

Your face began to redden with the uncomfortable situation. “No, I didn’t mean it like that” your voice went up a note making him realize he had burdened you.

“It’s cool, don’t worry” he gave you a small pat on the head. “Just try to relax and feel comfortable here.”

“Th-thank you.” 

After you and Hoody left Jay noticed Kiseok starring at him. “What?”

“What was that about?”

“She was interviewed and mentioned AOMG. She gets a lot of attention because people don’t understand how she can be an idol when she is so shy.” 

“How shy is she?” Kiseok was intrigued now. After having met you in person he could see that you were a unique character.

“She covers her face when she was asked about her ideal type.” That’s when he remembered the ending of the interview. “Oh shit” Jay looked over at the door then back at Kiseok with a grin thinking you might not be so shy after all. “Did you two talk?”

“Kind of, I called her weird so Hoody got mad.”

Jay laughed, “You are so heartless. No wonder she was stuttering. Her ideal type called her weird.”

“What?” Kiseok asked unaware of everything.

“Jagiya” Kiseok called to you knowing you were casting your eyes down because you were trying to hide the fact that you were blushing. After finding out that he was your ideal type Kiseok began looking your way. Because of your shy nature, he didn’t notice you before but he soon couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. “Come on let me see that pretty face.”

Your cheeks flared up causing you to break out into a bit of a fever.

For a second time, Kiseok looked around at the people who were in the restaurant minding their own business. Once he knew the coast was clear he quickly placed his index finger under your chin and lifted your gaze towards his. He went in for the kill and kissed you full on the lips.

There in the middle of the restaurant, there was a high chance of being seen yet you didn’t stop his actions. Instead, you went along with them and returned the favor. It wasn’t until the waitress came by that you two broke apart. To everyone’s surprise, even Hoody’s, you and Kiseok started dating. At first, it was a well-kept secret because no one even suspected the two of you could ever date. You were way too shy and in everyone’s eyes you were just a young idol who was world’s away from the cool older rapper.

You sunk into your seat after she left and had a mini panic attack. “She saw us” you saw the waitress go off towards another table.

Kiseok tried his best to keep the relationship between the two of you hidden but it was hard. He didn’t like having to hold back when in public and liked messing with you in order to see your flustered face. “How could she see us when our faces were against each other’s?”

“Oppa” you whined hiding your face in the palm of your hand.

“You are so cute” Kiseok smiled seeing how helpless you would become after one of his kisses. “It’s like I’m a big bad wolf and your just an innocent little girl who I’m taking advantage of.”

“I’m not a little girl and you should know that” you fought back. You understood why people called you innocent and sweet but you didn’t like it. You worked hard to go out of your comfort zone and show people that you may be shy and quiet but you were a woman. You danced the sexy choreography just like the rest of your group and wanted that recognition, especially from Kiseok. 

“Oh I do” he gave you a sly smirk.

For Kiseok’s new album he wanted you to collaborate with him and you agreed. When the song was released it became popular fast. There were many comments about how good the chemistry was between the two of you. It seemed like you two were actual lovers expressing your genuine feelings. The secret didn’t last long after that.

Kiseok watched your performance on Inkigayo proudly beside Hoody. She had always been a supporter of yours and watched all your performances. Now she was glad to see you had gained a new fanboy. “Kiseok Oppa Y/N told me her company might make her do a role switch now that you two are dating. They think she should do sexy and the other members do cute.”

“What does our relationship have to do with that?”

“Thanks to you, her popularity with men has spiked. She is being chosen as the ideal type. Everyone has this idea that she is innocent by day- sexy by night.”

“They aren’t wrong” he had to admit.

Hoody playfully hit him. “That is my friend you are talking about. Please don’t talk about those things.”

“What? I didn’t say anything.” Kiseok wasn’t aware of the changes that had occurred to your cute image. He wondered if you were always hiding that inside you or if he had been the cause of it. “When did this happen?”

“Seriously Oppa, you are dating an idol. You should watch some mainstream idol shows or read some of the articles.” Hoody took her phone out and began searching with your name as the keyword. “Look here’s a new one with her name and yours as keywords.” She selected the article and began reading the headline to him. “Rookie idol rapper disses veteran rapper Simon D.”

“What! Why is Y/N tagged on this one?” Kiseok snatched Hoody’s phone away and began to read through the article. She could see Kiseok was clearly upset and wanted to know why so she snatched it back. “This is mine and I want to know too. If you won’t read it out loud then I will.” She cleared her throat before beginning. “A rookie idol rapper has caused an uproar by releasing a diss track directed at veteran rapper and CEO of AOMG, Simon Dominic. In the track he criticizes the age difference between Simon and his new girlfriend, idol- singer Y/N.”

Kiseok scoffed not believing what Hoody had just read. Someone had actually dared to call out his relationship. “Just because she’s younger than me-” he starts but was cut off by Hoody as she continued to read the rest of the article.

“He continues to say: Open your eyes man, hip-hop rappers and kpop singers don’t mix. She’s only using you for the fame but then again you use her for a quick fix. We have reached out to the companies of both idols. Y/N’s company says they have no intention of addressing the subject or the person. Currently, Y/N and her group are promoting their new song and need to rest any moment they can. As for the other party involved, we have yet to hear from AOMG or Simon D himself.” After finishing the article Hoody looked to Kiseok for answers. “Oppa did you get a call or something?”

“I don’t know, I left my phone at home today.”

“It must be blowing up with calls from the media.” Hoody scrolled through the comments that were left on the article and read them to herself. After a few seconds she realized there were many similar ones. “It looks like they expect you to respond to the dis.”

The next day Hoody asked you to meet her and Kiseok at AOMG. Despite your busy schedule you made time and showed up without a clue of what they had planned. “Unnie what’s going on?” 

Hoody had been the one you met first. She had been waiting for you in front of the building. She immediately hugged you feeling like a protective mother. “How could they say those things about you.”

“Oh is that what this is about? Unnie I’m fine. The company already dealt with it and talked to his company. They took down the song and apologized.”

“That’s not good enough” Kiseok stepped in.

“Oppa” you hugged Kiseok feeling happy to see him. After promotions began you had only seen him for a few coffee dates here and there. Most of the time you were too tired and ended up just meeting him so you could sleep on his shoulder. 

He didn’t think taking down the song was enough. The damage was already done. The words had been said, heard, and repeated. “I’m glad to see you weren’t affected by that guy’s cypher.”

“I may be shy Oppa but I’m not easily hurt by words. What he said isn’t even true. I love you Kiseok Oppa and I know neither of us is using each other. Even if you are older than me I don’t think it’s bad.”

“I love you too” Kiseok kissed the top of your head knowing Hoody would complain if he started kissing you in front of her. “But people like that have to be dealt with.”

“And put in their place” Hoody added. “That’s why Kiseok Oppa will do a dis of his own and it will be 1000 times better.”

“Really?” 

Kiseok smirked as he saw your bright inquisitive eyes looking up at him. “Of course, I won’t let anyone talk badly about the person I love.”

-end-

A/N: This was supposed to be released last week but I had an emergency and was gone since Thursday. Sorry for the delay.

[jessicakehoe]

In the Midst of a ’90s Revival, a Veteran Fashion Journalist Looks Back on the Era

The perennially sooty Milanese air was alive with electricity on the spring night that Tom Ford exploded a sex bomb on the runway. It was the show—low-key in a black room at a men’s club (unlike the blowout spectacles to follow years later)—for his Fall 1995 collection, when he put Gucci back on the map. It wasn’t just the bedhead (a new idea at the time) or the smoky eye (also fresh) or the satin blouses worn open to the navel. It was the swagger: Amber, Shalom, Kate and then Helena in perilously low-cut jewel-tone velvet bell bottoms, horsebit pumps, nonchalant chubby furs and sassy mohair coats. Channelling the howling youth of Jagger and Morrison, Ford cranked the volume up to 11. 

We like to poke fun at the ’90s, reducing the decade to Rachel hair and plaid shirts, but I cut my fashion teeth then (and that show still blows my socks off). I was a kid from Pickering, Ont., learning on my feet how to be the fashion reporter for a national newspaper. Runway news was brought back from the front lines then, with a six-month time lag, by just a handful of photographers and reporters. We still wore Levi’s and combat boots to fashion shows—because we were working and it was kind of a war. There were no celebs in the front row. Cellphones were not yet commonplace, so we filed copy from Europe by sticking suction cups to the receivers of land lines at hotels in a complicated prototype of dial-up. 

Yes, things were slower, but that meant big ideas cut through, and in the thick of a ’90s revival, there’s something to be learned from going back briefly to what happened then. Just one season later, for Prada’s Spring 1996 show, Miuccia Prada—who began back in the ’80s as a strict adherent of minimalism—laid down her fresh, intellectually charged vision of jolie laide, or “ugly-pretty.” The stiff clothes with clashing patterns, like awkward schoolgirl uniforms wrought in sallow shades of mud and snot, were a revelation—and I loved them. In their perversity and confidence, they spoke to me (then in my mid-20s) much more than the slick Versace vixens or stern Sander and Lang clones. Earlier this year, Prada presented a Resort collection that recalled those defining ugly prints of the past and was styled with scholarly turtlenecks under wide-collar polo shirts that one might expect to find in a Wes Anderson film. 

Very similar competing tensions are at play in fashion right now: edge and irony, soft and hard, slick versus authentic. The ’90s are indeed back with a vengeance. The first volleys came via social media, of course, captured off duty with the current crop of supermodels—specifically the Hadid sisters, who became the foremost proponents of this ’90s revival: Bella of spaghetti-strap tops and army boots with miniskirts, Gigi in her crop tops and embellished jean jackets. It is also worth noting that the breathtakingly young and fresh Kaia Gerber looks so much like her mom, Cindy Crawford, in the ’90s that the trappings of the decade seem preternaturally suited to her. 

Photography via Imaxtree

Photography via Imaxtree

Photography via Imaxtree

Photography via Imaxtree

Photography via Imaxtree

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’90s Nostalgia on the Runway

Kaia Gerber in Versace

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’90s Nostalgia on the Runway

Tom Ford F/W 2018

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’90s Nostalgia on the Runway

Prada Resort 2019

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’90s Nostalgia on the Runway

Saint Laurent F/W 2018

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’90s Nostalgia on the Runway

Kaia Gerber in Off-White

Like then, our current mood is a scattered, emotional hangover born of perpetual crises, and fashion is a reactive medium: The spectacle of Anita Hill’s brave testimony being ignored in the Senate Caucus room has been echoed by Christine Blasey Ford’s painful experience; No Means No has been updated with the #MeToo movement; Dubya has been superseded by Trump; and Y2K paranoia has been replaced by surveillance paranoia. Thus, it is no surprise that there is a riot of ’90s vibes out there, mashed up with wit and irony because, well, there is comfort to be found in revisiting familiar shapes and ideas. The ’90s was when thrifting really took hold as a cultural force, and that was the phenomenon that Prada was tapping into for that seminal ’96 show (except she was creating from scratch; she is a genius, after all). Meanwhile, on the higher end, designers were exploring minimalism and silhouette deconstruction carried over from the Japanese and Belgian avant-garde movements of the decade before it. Complicating matters, subcultural moments were emerging from the darkness of the club and into the daylight. The biggest were goth and grunge, both of which were co-opted on the runways by Olivier Theyskens and Marc Jacobs at Perry Ellis respectively. Streetwear, hip-hop, oversized and logo love competed loudly for our attention. These were the nascent signs of athleisure in the guise of matching track suits, which we see coming back so hard right now. It was a time to break rules and mix up sequins for day and to don jeans for evening or wear your slip out as a dress.

Those after-dark influences vibe today with Ben Taverniti’s Unravel Project’s gorgeous lace-up pants and silk hoodies that showcase the label’s Los Angeles origins, with hits of Paris via Milan along the way. It feels like the gang from Kids all grown up—and with money. The label takes the layering and edge of the ’90s and pumps it up with volume and luxe texture play and is perhaps a shining example of how streetwear can actually work for evening. Nineties decadence is key to the Saint Laurent aesthetic under Anthony Vaccarello; the Belgian designer deftly melded sparkly, super-short, big-shouldered evening dresses with LBDs made fresh with scalloped necklines. And he rammed home the message of legs-legs-legs with shorts suits in a palette of familiar yet meaningful black. 

As for the designer who grabbed fashion by the throat back in the ’90s, Tom Ford is also refining his own territory as he revisits the decade of his rise. However, he’s not repeating his work from back then; he perhaps realizes he was too self-serious back in the day and has embraced irony as a vehicle that stands the test of time. For his re-energized eponymous label, Ford offered liquefied metallic leggings, black iridescent leggings and even more leggings—stamped with skin prints from zebra to snake. The old rules, Ford suggests, are boring. He offers modern sexy clothes with a playful element because he understands that wit is what is really in fashion right now. 

Designers pluck moods from the ether. They stare down sensory overload and carve a sense of calm out of it. But it is really the cool kids who are still charting the course of fashion. The same nerdy fashion diehards digging through by-the-pound bins today inspired Prada all those years ago. They are fashion’s foot soldiers, gathering up the leopard print and the leggings, the bike shorts and the hoop earrings and plugging them back into the larger fashion engine. There is a machine hard at work that we don’t see. But the upshot is this: We can turn to either the ’90s role models of yesteryear for inspiration or, if not them, maybe their children.

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