So like 800 years ago I told @lance-lance-revolution I would do some fanart for her Starstruck AU with Lance and Keith and then school happened! Wooo!
I definitely have more of this stuff coming up, I just figured I’d post what scribbles i’d done so far before I went too long without it happening and then awkwardly finishing it all half a year from now—
But yeah I wanna get the major scenes posted (like Lance singing and Keith crying and them falling in the lake–)
A/N: LOL SORRY I DIDNT POST THIS SOONER I WAS WATCHING SPIDERMAN HOMECOMING FOR THE FOURTH TIME. ANYWays So I kind of started this with the ending of part 2. Enjoy this smut you smut reading potatoes (you’re not potatoes, you’re all very lovely. i’m also a smut reading potato). Creds to the Periodic Table song for helping me remember the order of all the elements.
“So, is the next step studying or something else?” You asked
“I feel like the next step would be you reciting your notes to me while I went down on you,” Peter said.
“All of my notes?”
Peter moved so he was hovering over top of you.
“Fine, Y/N, I’m going to eat you out and you’re going to recite the periodic table to me,”
You weren’t sure whether you should begin reciting it in your head, knowing you would lose focus once Peter put his lips on you.
Peter placed his lips on your neck, peppering sloppy, wet kisses down towards your chest. Peter’s hand moved around to try and unclasp your bra.
He continued kiss down your neck, fumbling with your bra.
“Need some help there, lover boy?”
Peter pulled away “I-I I’ve never…”
“I know, it’s okay,” You smiled, placing a light kiss on his lips.
You leaned up, and reached around behind your back to unclasp your bra. As soon as it was unclasped, Peter peeled it off your shoulders and tossed it across the room.
Peter moved to place one hand over your breast, kneading it, while his mouth moved to the other. The ran his tongue over your nipple, causing you to let out a small moan.
You ran your hands along Peter’s bare back, knowing your scratch marks would be there tomorrow.
Peter moved his hands towards the waist band of your pants, he swiftly slipped your pants off, reaching down to get the past your ankles.
He continued down, pressing kisses along your stomach.
Peter kissed the edge of your panties, using his hands to spread your legs apart.
“I think it’s about time you started reciting those elements, Y/N,”
You took in a deep breathe as Peter ran a finger down the front of your panties,
“Damn, Y/N, you’re soaking wet,”
Peter leaned down and licked the front of your panties. You arched your back up, moaning.
Peter slid his hand under your back and lifted you just enough to slide off your underwear.
Peter lifted your leg, and placed his over his shoulder.
Peter places a light kiss against your clit, causing you to twitch.
Peter been running his tongue over your clit in long, slow strokes.
“Nitrogen,” you gasped, and reached down to grab Peter’s hair.
Your other hand was making fists around the sheets on Peter’s bed.
Peter felt your body shaking, so he teased his tongue back and forth, his tongue moving slower and slower.
You moved the leg that was over Peter’s shoulder to wrap around his neck, using it to pull him closer to you.
You began breathing harder. Peter moved his tongue to your entrance, lapping up the wetness that was spilling out.
You began panting, pushing your hips up.
Peter moved his attention back to your clit, ad he teased a finger in and out of you.
Peter slid another finger into you, and began moving them around.
You were moaning. Your leg tightened around Peter, and your grip on his hair got tighter with each lick on your clit.
You were struggling to talk, making the naming of elements difficult.
Suddenly Peter stopped. He moved his head away from you and slid his fingers out of you.
“No, Peter, please,” you begged
Peter licked his fingers, “The deal was that you name the elements, and darling, I have to say it’s been quite a while since you’ve said anything,”
“Take it as a compliment, Parker. Your lips are so good that you’ve left me speechless,”
Peter began peppering kisses on your inner thighs, “Just start where you left off, darling,”
You’d didn’t want to give in to Peter, but you needed his mouth on you badly.
Peter smiled and quickly moved his mouth back towards your pussy.
Peter started sucking on your clit, causing you to moan and thrust your hips towards him.
Peter worked his tongue down, sucking on your lips and spreading you open with his fingers.
“Fuck!” You moaned
“Phosphorus,” you quickly said, remembering that Peter would stop if you stopped.
Peter worked his fingers in and out of you as he teased his tongue over your clit.
You clenched the bedsheets underneath you, and grabbed a fistful of Peter’s hair with the other hand. You brought your other leg up to wrap around Peter’s head.
“Chl-orine,” you choked out.
Peter pressed his mouth tight against you, flicking his tongue against your clit as he started thrusting his fingers into you harder.
His tongue was darting around wildly, causing you to arch your back, moaning like crazy.
Peter latched down hard on your clit, flicking his tongue around in circles. Bringing another finger up to thrust into you.
You began clenching against Peter’s fingers inside you.
“Scandium,” you breathed
You were groaning every time Peter moved his tongue, he could feel the wetness dripping out of you onto his fingers.
Peter pressed down on your clit with his tongue, you pushed your hips up, only forcing him in more.
You thrust your hips once more and suddenly you were coming. Peter began licking the cum that was dripping out of you.
Peter rubbed your clit one last time before pulling away.
“Peter,” you moaned.
You could still feel your orgasm surging through you.
You began to loosen your grip on Peter’s hair, and his bedsheets. You lied back, sinking into Peter’s pillow.
“Fuck, Peter,” you said.
Peter chuckled and came to lie down beside you.
He placed a kiss on your cheek as you continued to come down from your orgasm.
“You didn’t make it through all the elements,”
“I made it through 22. I think that’s pretty good,” you breathed.
“But you didn’t get through all 118, which just means that we’ll just have to go again,”
You turned to look at Peter.
“Are you serious?” You asked.
“Dead serious,” Peter smiled, brining his hand down to lightly swirl around your clit.
“Pick up where you left off, darling,”
T-2 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM
You woke up next to Peter, wearing only his t shirt and your underwear. Peter had thrown on his boxers the night before after you had recited much more than just the Periodic Table (*cough* you recited his name over and over and over because damn).
Peter’s alarm was blaring and you leaned over to hit snooze.
“Pete,” you said, shaking him lightly.
“Noooo, I don’t want to get up,” he mumbled into his pillow, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer.
“Peter, we’ll be late for the midterm,”
“I mean I guess we did kinda study really hard,”
You laughed, “c’mon Parker, we’re gonna be late,”
You placed a kiss on Peter’s forehead, and then rolled out of bed.
T-1 HOUR UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM
You ended up walking out of Peter’s house in the same pants as the day before topped with one of Peter’s sweaters. You actually felt very prepared for the exam. Usually before exams you would spend hours on end studying but by the next morning you would forget everything. Last night was something you definitely would not forget.
T-2 HOURS AFTER THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM
At lunch you came to sit down with Peter and Ned.
“Hey, Y/N,” Ned said.
“Hi, Y/N,” Peter smiled.
You smiled at Peter, and sat down across from him.
“Okay, what’s going on here?” Ned asked.
“OH MY GOD SOMETHING HAPPENED ON YOUR STUDY DATE!” Ned exclaimed, not letting you answer his initial question.
“I mean, we studied,” you said.
“Yeah, Y/N, spent a long time reciting the periodic table to me,”
You blushed when Peter said that, a small smile creeping up on your face.
“SOMETHING TOTALLY HAPPENED. Y/N IS EVEN WEARING PETER’S SWEATER,”
You and Peter didn’t say anything, only exchanged a small glance.
Embarrassingly enough, Keith wasn’t a fan of washing his hands. he did it when he remembered, sure (like when Coran bid them to wash up before a meal or when he passed the bathroom sink and remembered Shrio’s hygiene lesson a lifetime ago), but it wasn’t often that he felt his hands were that dirty. His paladin armor had full gloves and the outfit he was stuck in space with had his favorite finger-less gloves in the mix, both of which gave adequate protection against grime. When his fingernails would get gross and lined with dirt beneath, he would dig out the gunk with a knife or a pen, and he was good to go.
When he did remove his finger-less gloves for a proper wash, Lance made sure to have a field day every time. Keith knew, somewhere, that he was plainly being provoked by the flamboyant blue paladin, but he fell for the taunts in an endless cycle.
“Oh my.” Lance began, scandalized and waving a hand to fan his face, “Keith. You can’t just go around stripping.”
As he peeled his glove the rest of the way off, Keith growled. “Stop.” He grunted plainly, tossing his gloves onto the kitchen counter and thrusting his hands underneath the automatic faucet. Cool water rushed over his hands and he saw Lance moving out of the corner of his eye, but spared no glances in favor of scrubbing at the line where tanned skin met pale. The lines from where his gloves were often on were becoming suspiciously prominent.
“Stop what? Asking you to stay decent?” There was a twinge of mock embarrassment in Lance’s voice that made Keith’s own fluster flood in his cheeks, despite knowing well that there was nothing indecent about what was happening. Keith added soap to the scrubbing session as an afterthought and lathered it in as he determinedly did not look at Lance. “What if the others saw you like this? You’re practically nude, absolutely bared to the world.”
Dark eyes rolled as Keith leaned his head back, following their movement and staring at the ceiling while he rinsed his hands of the soap. “I can’t believe you get to see me naked.” He indulged himself a moment in the implication of the words. Both of them were just beginning to familiarize themselves with one another in a new manner, and even if they weren’t at that stage yet Keith relished the ability to even just say such a thing to Lance.
Lance’s sputter had Keith fighting a smile as he looked for something to dry his hands on, turning to his boyfriend over his shoulder and pausing at the sight.
“These are so gross.” Lance, face ruddy with embarrassment he wouldn’t own up to, was avoiding looking at Keith by staring down at his gloves instead. He pulled them on before Keith could snatch them back, and they both paused. “They feel like old sweat and bad life choices.”
“Off.” Was all Keith huffed, leaning over the counter as Lance danced around an island to avoid him.
Deep blue eyes flicked to Keith’s bare hands, and Lance let out an almost trapped laugh. “You have glove tan lines! Do you ever take them off?” Almost cautiously, as he leaned out of Keith’s swipe for his hands, Lance brought his left hand to his face and sniffed the black leather. For the briefest fraction of a second, Keith could swear he saw Lance’s eyes widen and his face deepen in color, but it was gone as soon as it had come. “They even smell like it.”
Keith scowled, moving around the island to follow after his property and Lance. “Like what?”
“Sweat and bad life choices.” Lance sang again easily, pushing himself up onto the surface of the island. Before he could swivel and plant himself on the other side out of Keith’s reach again, the red paladin lunged forward and caught him by his leg. He was rewarded by Lance’s squawk.
“Come on.” Keith tugged at the leg until Lance was facing him properly, though his hands were still out of reach and Lance was doing a good job at making the position as strange as possible.
“On what?” Lance shot back immediately, grin wicked as he threw his hands into the air away from another swipe.
“You heard me.” Keith snapped a little, tugging a little more insistently and knowing his face was hot at his boyfriend’s easy teasing, “Take. Them. Off.”
Lance heaved a long dramatic sigh, draping himself over the counter on his back and closing his eyes. “Make me, Mullet.”
“Lance…” Keith warned, eyes sharp on the exposed tan hips and tummy from where Lance’s shirt had pulled with his movements.
The long legs on either side of Keith shifted to wrap around him, and he rolled his eyes as Lance slowly peeled the gloves off from so far. His thin fingers looked a little loose in the slots, though they were universal of a size enough to fit fine ultimately. Without moving from his laying position, Lance set them in a bundle off to the side of where he had Keith caged. Only when Keith shifted to reach for them was when Lance jerked up to rest on his elbows and tug Keith closer to the counter by his legs, winding him a little at the jut of counter top shoved into his stomach.
Seeing the irritation plain on Keith’s…everything at the antics, Lance’s easy smile faltered a second, and he swung himself fully upright again. He was much taller than Keith in his position, something they both secretly admired in terms of the perspective change, but when Lance’s soft hands moved slowly, they didn’t aim for Keith’s face as anticipated in taking advantage of the position. Instead, they found Keith’s own hands and slowly slotted the fingers together, Lance’s gaze holding an intensity to rival Keith’s own as they bored into one another.
“I don’t think I’ve ever held your hands without gloves.” Lance said softly, thoughtful though his gaze wasn’t searching for an answer or reply. Keith hummed anyway, feeling his brow soften as their fingers squeezed into one another and Lance ran a thumb up the length of his right pointer finger.
Theme: Feelings, down with the rivalry, confessions
Pairings Klance (Keith/Lance)
Rating: Rated E for Everyone, swear warning
Words Total: 2285
Tags: confessions, kisses, dealing with feelings and the rivalry, Pidge thinks everything is hilarious, truth or dare, mutual pining, insecure Lance
“Truth.” “Who’s your best friend on the ship?” Pidge asked, and Lance groaned off to the side, flopping backwards in his dramatics towards the boring question and only stopping to allow Pidge to tack on, “Shiro not included. He’s the obvious answer.” “Uh, Lance probably.” And the world seemed to still.
Of course, in all of Lance’s years in space, the most surprising thing he’s ever heard is Keith saying they’re best friends.
Alternate Title: Lance can’t believe??? Anything Keith is saying.
They were twelve questions in, and Lance had painstakingly sat through only receiving two of them. Pidge and Hunk were smart enough not to pick him, and Keith had learned quickly that he’d take any dare from him. As it so happened, the idea of truth or dare was a very good and entertaining one, and was a decent way to pass the time when they were too wired to sleep, but no good questions were being asked, and Lance was dying. He was on his way out of this level of existence, writing in boredom, and Pidge made a insufferable show of lavishly thinking of a question for as long as she could. She called on Keith, who didn’t even blink, seemingly growing bored himself, before replying.
ARTICLE: Yuzuru Hanyu: I am at 20% right now (Number 934-5)
In a rink reverberating with music and the sounds of blades against the ice, quiet surrounded Hanyu. –– Takaomi Matsubara
Despite still trolling with one single 3A, the brat (you’ll see) shows his tender side (you’ll also see) in his pursuit of figure skating mastery and ideals…This is quintessential Hanyu––calm, confident and thoughtful as he discusses the Olympics, his programs and the significance and meaning of skating itself. - gladi.
Translated by gladi. Please do not repost without permission. Images belong to Number.
From Number Issue 934-935. Published on 2017.08.24
Contending for successive Olympic victories, the champion––Yuzuru Hanyu. Programs for the season have been decided, preparation is steadily underway. At his training base in Toronto, Hanyu talked about his thoughts on the Pyeongchang Olympics, and the ideal skate he continues to seek.
Text by Takaomi Matsubara・Photography by Asami Enomoto