#Nike Full Force Low

[snkrbonbon]

Nike Full Force Low

[freshthoughts2020]

[ch4mpagnedrought]

friendly game

[full series]

mdni ! art, tashi, patrick

summary: pinning two of the greatest tennis players of our future will not work with you and tashi, in fact, you’ve learnt to share your prizes.

deep breaths. you take deep breaths when taking your racket out of its bag, all five fingers wrapping around the grip tightly, that is so intensely watched by two pairs of curious eyes from above in the stands, inaudibly gawking at the way your black tennis dress, sporting a small nike logo above your left breast, flourishes from around your thighs to expose the surfaces of your skin that don’t see the sun very often.

maybe the single most important game at the 2006 US open, between two upcoming tennis prodigies that also happen to be best friends. an oxymoron on the court really, tashi’s in white, you in black, her in adidas, you in nike, her hair in a tight braid, yours slicked into a low bun. eyes are torn completely apart as the both of you travel across the court, rebutting every single one of each others moves like a choreographed dance, the jaws of your audience slacked open. everybody remains paralysed, leaving the squeaks of your shoes and the heavy grunts of your labour to echo across the stands—until hands grip onto neighbouring knees and the final shot is swung.

“yes!” you shriek, throwing your racket to the ground in ecstasy, letting it bounce back behind you and the strings to shrivel from the force. from across the court, tashi heaves with squinted eyes, watching your celebration with parted lips and stepping closer to the net where you meet her—your arms wrapping around each others glistening shoulders and chests pressing firmly against one another, “good game” she tilts her head to whisper her appraisals and you hum a sweet note, flashing her a smile while the two men blink down at you. their minds completely empty apart from a state of euphoria, seeing two of the most beautiful women they had ever laid their eyes on embrace after a game that was essentially life or death. already replaying the erotic extensions of your legs at every side step, hips swivelling and slender arms extending to shape an image from within the deepest depths of their minds.

the same way that they stood completely still and fixated onto the images of you at the celebratory party hosted for you and tashi. the blonde haired boy taking sips of his drink between all the thoughts that expel from the image of you, mid underhand serve, and run through his mind. while the other faces an image of tashi, mid overhead, and tries not to make it obvious that his gaze slips into imagining anything other than what is underneath those clothes she endorses.

even when you notice their toying eyes, approaching you sat knee-to-knee with tashi at a table having just spent the last twenty minutes dancing with one another that hadn’t gone unnoticed by them either, “art donaldson and patrick zweig, right?” their eyes are momentary frozen wide before art exhales an exasperated breath, choking up on nothing. “in the flesh” patrick mumbles, fidgeting with the rim of his coke bottle. your eyes dart from one boy to another, left to right, both of their shoulders tensing as they watch tashi’s lips uncurl from the pink straw of her orange drink, guiding the bottle towards your own lips, pressing the straw into your mouth nonchalantly to share a sip of the beverage, and the sweetness of her lip gloss.

“that, that game…it was seriously breathtaking” art chokes out to the both of you, looking down admirably at you and noticing the small freckles the sun has peppered on your nose that hadn’t been visible from the top of the stands. tashi thanks him, putting the straw back into her own mouth and projecting a mental image of you and her swapping more than saliva into patrick’s mind.

his feet shuffle on the spot, shaking away the thought, “you dealt with the loss much better than i would’ve.” lightheartedly he jokes, gesturing towards tashi and sending her a small smile, “how do you two stay friends?”

“we’ve been friends since childhood,” tashi takes a glance at you, but you’re already looking back, “there’s no bad blood, we learn from eachother.” the palm of her hand flattens on your thigh momentarily, leaning back further into the couch. patrick and art huff, elbowing one another, “just like us.”

they flatter the two of you, showering you with compliments, all while trying to make it seem as if they hadn’t been discussing what exactly they would say to you for the past couple hours, until you and tashi were standing in front of their hotel room door, silently leaning closer to hear whatever was going on inside. “they don’t have time to come here” a muffled voice speaks from behind the door, and another groans loudly.

you and tashi share a small smirk, holding back laughter when she knocks on the door to hear a sudden ruckus.

“hi” “hey” they sing simultaneously, mouths agape like two little dogs, panting at the sight of a treat, or drooling at the ring of a bell. neither you nor tashi even have the time to greet them, patrick opening the door a little wider and beckoning you inside, coming together on the floor of the questionably coloured carpet with a single can of beer in the middle.

patrick leans back onto his hands. “so, when did you two become friends?” tashi points a finger between the two, wrapping her arms around her knees and tilting her head in curiosity. “we’ve been bunkmates since we were twelve” he answers, and art glances down at his crossed legs with a nervous smile. you nod your head, whispering a small “cute” under your breath and brushing patrick’s wrist with your fingers when taking the beer he offers, making the hairs on his arms stand upright. the beer is warm and bitter, and you pass the can to tashi after leaving a wet imprint of your lips that art would try to discreetly swipe his tongue over only moments later.

“you share girls often?” you ask and patrick’s brows quirk up, corner of his mouth tilting upwards. “this is our first time.” art says, pinkish blush spreading across his nose and the apples of his cheeks that implies his mind is drifting somewhere else. “why? are we not your type?” tashi laughs, leaning over towards art and tucking her hair behind her ears, his eyes following her closely, “aren’t you two everybody’s type?”

the boys shift in their positions, patrick lifting his hips up into the air briefly to get a little more comfortable and art pressing his hands into his knees, sharing a glance between them. all of the breath you exhale meshes into a palpable energy, and your gaze switches between art and patrick in a way they’ve already grown to love, their faces twitching with an eager awkwardness, “are you each other’s type?”

art chuckles out, “no…no.” he denies with a head shake, patrick peering over his shoulder at him silently, “no, we’ve never done anything like that.”

your’s and tashi’s eyes meet briefly, lips turning up into a smile.

“well…” patrick begins and art immediately jerks his head towards him, hoping that he wasn’t about to say the one thing he didn’t want to share, “i mean…”

“patrick, no.”

“don’t be shy, you have to tell us now” you tempt, a playful glint in the glance you give art.

patrick clears his throat, “you know, i just, taught art how to jerk off” he explains casually art’s right of passage while he holds his head in shame, painting an image of him being covered in his own ejaculation, over his stomach and legs like he had just “spilled milk” all over himself.

“that was a really adorable story” tashi hums, placing a hand on your shoulder to hoist herself up from the floor, and reaching out to help you up too. two pairs of eyes follow you around intently, admiring the tips of your fingers that swipe over various objects in their hotel room and feeling a little embarrassed about how obvious it is that they cleaned it only around 10 minutes ago. random pairs of boxers making an appearance from underneath the two single beds that they had pushed together, and an alarming amount of cigarette ash on the surface of the drawers.

tashi’s hand finds your wrist and guides you onto their bed where you take a seat patiently, criss-crossed, waiting for one of the boys to catch on and join you, while they are utterly immersed in the idea that the two of you are real and really in their bed.

silently, you usher them towards you with a tilt of the head, both of them jumping to their feet, basically leaping onto the bed so all four of you make a square, knees very slightly brushing against one another. theres a silent anticipation, tension weaving around all of you and luring your bodies closer. you take a quick look at each of their faces, their dilated pupils and irregular breaths, and move your lips closer to art’s, watching him inhale deeply like he wants to take all the air from your lungs for himself. then patrick, that selfishly attempts to lean his face closer before you can pull away.

you look towards tashi, who inches her face closer to yours, lips parted slightly and meeting in the middle for a kiss. in your peripheral vision, it’s hard not the notice the way that art and patrick are restraining themselves from punching a fist into the air out of joy, loud and shallow breaths caressing your cheeks. your mouth opens wider, leaning in deeper to consume every part of tashi’s lips in a hungry craze while her hand reaches into your hair to pull you closer. the two other men that keenly wait had slipped out of mind, still staring with a captivated stillness when you pull away from one another.

all you have to do is lean back onto your hands for art to pounce onto the side of your neck that becomes exposed, while patrick leans in to plant a kiss onto tashi’s jaw. on the surface their lips travel across the curve of your necks, heads fallen back, suctioning until they can taste the flavour of your perfume that lingers on your skin, while your hands exchange messily beneath; art’s touch feathering on your arm and reaching for tashi’s shoulder, and patricks arms intertwining with art’s to extend and touch your’s and tashi’s thighs.

patrick nuzzles his lips into divot the beneath tashi’s ear, journeying across her shoulder and onto your own in one smooth line, nearly head-butting with art when he shuffles to grace tashi with the same tender attention.

your hands scrunch into patrick’s dark hair, body involuntarily aching until you draw him closer to your face by the chin to connect with his lips. he balances himself in front of you, planting his hands at your sides to allow him to move even closer to you all while tashi hums into art’s gently mingling lips.

pulling back from patrick, you move onto art’s swollen mouth that glistens with lip gloss, tasting the remnants of tashi and yourself on them. all four of your faces coming together in the middle, so close that there is a dangerous lack of oxygen.

tongues pressing flat on top of another, swiping over bottom lips to feel every ridge and an accumulation of hot air. you become lightheaded at the different hands that grope over your figure, being pulled in by the back of your neck. there’s a contrast in the way each one of them kisses; tashi’s lips are familiar and firm, patrick’s are similar in their starved manner, and art’s yearn to take every molecule you are made of and ingest it.

tashi catches on immediately to the way that your left hand squeezes hers and pulls back to leave only art and patrick breathlessly grasping onto the others torso, noses pressing against each other at every tilt of the head and tongues slipping astray. the moment is only short, you and tashi glancing at one another, unbothered at whether they have noticed that you’re gone or secretly fulfilling a guilty hankering.

“okay.” tashi says, slapping her palms across her legs and sending a smile at the two boys. bottom lips slicked with one another’s saliva they remain frozen, only inches apart.

“goodnight, we have an early morning tomorrow.” you buzz, patrick and art separating only to let you slide past them on the bed, tashi following close behind and you wrapping your arms around her bicep absentmindedly.

neither one of them are able to make a sound, mouthing a “goodnight” that isn’t audible, admiring the way both of your curly brown hair sways behind you, walking out in the matching shorts they wonder if you ever swap.

they look at one another, then at the imprints in the floral blanket that your bodies left, scrunches where exactly you sat that they are both ready to smush their faces into. all while you and tashi stand outside of their hotel room once again, tuning in to the muffled dialogue about art’s grandmother before scurrying down the hotel hallway—hand in hand.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

I don't think non-New Yorkers know how funny Miles and Wiles having Jordans is.

Like it's REALLY funny and really Brooklyn - New York of him.

Miles, Wiles, and Jordan Sneakers - Clever Cultural Characterisation

[A MEDIUM length post were I talk about Brooklyn Sneaker Culture and it's use in ATSV]

Have you ever wondered -

Why is Miles the only one wearing branded clothing?

When all other brands are either spoofed or replaced, why is Miles - the main character wearing such VERY BLATANTLY branded sneakers?

And why is Nike, a random shoe brand, the choice to go with?

There's a reason the creators show Miles' creativity and personality through his shoes.

And it's because

JORDANS HAVE A CHOKEHOLD - on Black Guys in High School from NYC

And this might be bizarre to some and idk if it translates to other black communities- (please tell me if it does)

But here in Brooklyn, almost every masc guy in my high school was OBSESSED with Jordans. Most guys I knew can name certain releases by looking at them, and had multiple pairs in different colors

JORDANS WERE LIKE SOCIAL CURRENCY - from middle school all the way to college. And it's a very cultural thing here in Brooklyn.

What colors you had and how many are something you bragged about. Many guys own multiple different colorways of Jordan's and will WAIT in line hours for a new release.

There's a store call Flight Club here in the city, and sometimes you'll see the line going out the door, of well dressed black guys waiting for the new release of Nikes to start going on sale.

Of course Adidas is popular, but no where near the culture hold as Nike to us.

I remember begging my parents for like a week until they brought me Black Air Force 1s

And I STILL have them over ten years later. They're too small, but they're holding up well. And even until this day, my home town is lined with sneaker stores. There's one around the corner from me rn.

Here it really is natural for guys LOVE JORDANS and to use them as a form of self expression. It's not odd for Fashion is on the minds of black guys in Brooklyn.

Even in high school, guys were matching their outfits and always trying to get the latest brand name. Mind you, this is an inner-city school full of 98% low income black kids. For us that was a social language.

Some shoes even have their own 'personalities' tied to them:

For example:

Black Air Force 1s (the one above) are often called 'hit a lick' shoes. Hitting a lick means to rob someone. So there's this idea that if you have those on you about that action lol it's an chill inside joke though it isn't serious.

White Air Forces are seen for guys who DON'T do that because they're too worried about getting their white ass shoes so clean.

Keep the above in mind for the next part

Hair cuts - like shape-ups and fades, Backpacks, and Shoes are three big things that were a fashion influence in my high school HARD.

Trends also are a big thing here, and they come on really quickly. I remember for maybe four years a brand called Sprayground got big, and after all SO many high school kids started collecting these $80 bags in all different colors. I wanted one so bad.

A lot of them had illustrations of things like money or weed.

If you see a mfer with the shark mouth bookbag RUN he's the biggest fuckboy you've ever met.

Which is to say - !42 WOULD HAVE ONE OF THESE BAGS

Guys get SO INTO THEM

How many of the iconic orange boxes that you lined up in your room (yes they keep them) was something you boasted about.

MFers would deadass have this in the corner of their room and bring you over talking about sum 'it's decor' SIR IT'S A HOARDING ADDICTION

They'll walk different, and NEVER squat, because doing that might crease the leather along the toe box. And creased Jordans are not fresh so what's the point - they're ruined. A guy in my class use to being plastic bags and tie them around his ankles when it rained then he walked home.

Like look at this Reddit post I found -

'is he stupid' 😭😭that's so mean but like here EVERY guy just assumes you know not to do that to Jordans ever

And that's why the creators do it - AND THEY DO IT WELL

And it's so impressive their deep understanding of this very specific thing that happens in mostly black high schools in NYC.

Cause that's not something you can just search up and research really.

Because of our culture - Miles & Miles!42's shoes are a silent language in their own right.

Like Miles!42's shoes are one of the first things we see about him.

They're the first thing we're suppose to notice - because it let's is compare him to Miles.

Miles' Jordans are iconic - the white and red shoes.

They're clean and white, with pops of color and personality. Like Miles, he's about being the good of Spider-man, while also getting himself and adding his own colors to it.

And because it's natural to the character and the culture, they let his shoes be the signal that Wiles is not like Miles. He has a different style, in fighting, in speaking, in personality, from his hair literally down to his shoes.

REMEMBER HOW I TALKED ABOUT SHOES HAVING PERSONALITY AND THE BLACK AIR FORCES ??????

Wiles' shoes are VERY similar to Black Air Force 1s. It's basically that with utility bags and purple detailing.

That's a signal - like I said: WILES IS ABOUT THAT ACTION. He's here to get his lick back.

From his standpoint, as a black guy from Brooklyn with his personality, he would know about this culture. He'd know the message black Nikes send where he's from.

It'd be natural for him - Hell yeah he'd go for the black Jordans.

He's speaking his social language.

Wiles' doesn't have to say 'fuck around and find out' he got on Air Forces with bags on them - HE'S ABOUT IT.

The writers didn't wake up one day and say 'Oh Nike wants a brand deal?! Okay cool'.

They don't show Wiles' shoes to be like 'LOOKY BUY THE NICE SHOES' - We are shown this shot

For them to be like : This is who Miles!42 is.

Because of sneakers.

Isn't that COOL? ISN'T IT. ISN'T IT COOL THE SOCIAL DYNAMICS OF INNER CITY BLACK KIDS IN NEW YORK??

But it's really funny to me to see Wiles shoes and be like 'damn he bout to fuck Miles up'.

THE IDEA OF THEM FEIGNING OVER JORDANS Fyyofydyogoc

Do guys where you are do this?? Like is this a thing y'all know any Sneakerheads.

Anyway I would put a pic of Hobie but I'm on mobile so they won't let me and I'm lazy

Bye.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

touchin', m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook has got ten minutes and a hard dick. So he says. You learn you can't trust everything he says though.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; lovers that call themselves friends-with-benefits because JK is a fool; both parties are freaking annoying tbh; smut (fem reader, double lip piercing JK, heavy petting, standing doggy with clothes on, lots of neck making out, light nipple play, low-key forearm kink); fluff; non-idol!AU - JK is wearing the outfit from his 2023.06.29 Weverse live

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“I have ten minutes and a hard dick.”

You rubbed your temples.

“Jungkook, why are you calling me?”

Breathless surprise, as if the man on the other side of the line didn’t realize how jarring it was to call someone announcing a time limit and a stiff rod. “I have–”

“I heard you,” you growled back, interrupting him sharply as you heard the knock on your front door. “I just can’t believe you. You’ve got plenty of people trying to get in your pants.” You unlocked the door and wretched it open. “Yes?” you blurted out impatiently.

What?

You weren’t expecting anyone decent at near midnight.

Big peepers stared back.

“But I don’t want anybody else in my pants,” Jeon Jungkook told your ear and your face.

You rolled your eyes and dropped your phone. “You look like an egg.”

He did. Black beanie jammed onto his head, his black-brown hair sticking out every which way underneath, even a dropped jaw to emulate that pointed side of said metaphorical egg. White Nike t-shirt two sizes too big for him. Loose black sweatpants. Cute monochrome black-and-white sneakers you would not be letting into your home.

He bit his lower lip, still clutching his smartphone. You noticed there was another piercing on his lip now.

“I thought… we were…”

You pulled him by the front of his shirt and yoinked him inside.

“Don’t just stand out there with your mouth agape,” you scolded gently, shutting the door. “I don’t want you talking about your hard dick to my neighbors. Take off your shoes.”

It was an awkward moment of bodies pressed together and hastily followed instruction. You had to pluck his phone from him and end the call because it seemed like Jungkook had decided his primary task was ogling you and your bare legs. A large, vintage band t-shirt was good enough pajamas for you. You bent down to shove his shoes against the wall and you were very sure Jungkook’s eyeballs were glued to your ass. All that was well and good, but what was thinking, calling you up about his hard di–

His lock screen flashed on when your thumb grazed against it.

You spotted one of your Instagram photos hiding behind the time stamp and his numerous notifications.

Huh.

You looked away.

“Take this,” you muttered, jamming his phone back into his open hand. “What are you doing out so late anyw–”

You cut yourself off once you realized how close Jungkook was.

In this entire space of your front entrance, he had picked centimeters away from your chest to be his standing spot, forcing you to look up at him and his big dark brown peepers. Seemed like he was eating well. He had a little more fullness to his cheeks tonight, although he still had his sharp jawline and that silver hardware gleaming on the right side of his lip. One hoop, one new stud.

“I… I, uh…”

You intended to deliver some firm comeback, but instead you relented under that gaze and pressed your thigh against his. Just to feel him. Not too much, but enough to have the contact and strike the friction between bodies.

“Um…” He was mumbling, struggling to think. “I have to go meet my parents at the train station. They said they picked up some stuff for me and that I should go get it.”

You frowned. “So… why are you here?”

A jolt as you realized he was closer and taking your hand, pulling it down, lower.

Lower.

“I can’t go like this…”

Pressing your hand to his crotch, his lips already on yours as you palmed his rock-hard erection through his pants.

Yeah, you can, and Jungkook could tell what you were thinking from your smirk against his kiss and the tease of your tongue. There was no reason to make this easy for him, no matter how easy he was. You smiled, avoiding too much pressure in the kiss, both to frustrate him and because you were uncertain about irritating the new piercing, but Jungkook chased you, sharpness in his inhale, following your steps deeper into your dark home.

The one light you had on was in your bedroom, but you might not make it at this rate.

Strong hands grabbing the back of your head, fingers spreading out over your scalp, pulling you closer, and you met his insistence with calm, tracing your tongue over his lips and flitting in and out. Saliva and softness, the backs of his hands roughly hitting the wall, crowding you with his larger frame as you snaked your hand up and down his length, the fingers of your other hand sliding up the hem of his shirt and hooking over the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging him to you.

He moaned into your mouth when your fingertips caressed taut skin.

“What am I gonna do with you?” you purred, teasing him, nicking at his lower lip. The heat of his body was radiating and addictive. Too many clothes for how aroused he was. “I thought you said we weren’t that serious, hm?”

His hands in your hair tightened. “I t-take it back…” he whimpered. “I told you… I don’t want anyone else…”

You touched him all over, massaging his balls and toying with his cock, smearing the pre-cum over your palm and his length, pressing your soft thigh against his hard one. Rolled your body against his, your hot breath on his chin, his moan smoke above your eyes, and now he could feel that you weren’t wearing a bra under your shirt.

He shivered in delight.

You chuckled.

“I think you would say anything to have my hand on your dick.”

Pressed your lips to his throat and kissed down, wrapping your hand around his length. His pants were falling down his legs. You felt one hand leave your head and then his pants shifted. Then his fist hit the wall, a thunderous boom amidst his shudders that you felt through tongue and teeth, careful not to leave marks.

“H… Harder…”

You snickered. “You’re going to see your parents. I can’t leave hickeys.”

He whined, but you ignored it, flicking his earrings and licking under his earlobe. Tingling kisses left behind in your wake. He smelled like his usual clean soap. The tips of his hair feathered against your temples as you kissed the space under his ear, delicately sucking on it.

That was enough.

Time crunch and all that shit.

You were about to slide down the wall, but Jungkook stopped you, grabbing your shoulder.

You looked up, cocking an eyebrow. Half-laughing inside because his beanie was barely on his head, his unruly hair spilling out. There were visible beads of sweat by his furrowed brow, but you bit your words back and focused on those lidded dark eyes and flushed pink lips gasping your name breathlessly.

“B-Bend over.”

It would have a sterner effect if he hadn’t stuttered.

The side of your lips curled up irresistibly. “Oh?”

He lifted his fist off the wall and the foil packet caught the light.

You smirked.

“You’re so fun, you know that?”

Jungkook grinned and smacked the condom into your cheek, dragging your face to his, wild black hair over his eyes as he kissed you, indenting your lip with his jewelry.

There was something extra slutty about being mostly dressed and fucking standing doggy against the wall. He pressed his palm on your lower back but you were already slipping further down the wall, your panties at your knees, ass up, and you heard him swear when the throbbing head pressed into your dripping heat.

“Fuck… me… are you a virgin or what? Fuck!”

He would know from personal experience that you most certainly were not. You neglected to remind him he hadn’t warmed you up himself. Instead, you hiked your shirt up more and tilted your head playfully. Added commentary to be extra insufferable. For fun, of course.

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m not…”

Your hand hit the wall. Both palms flat, lowering more and pushing back as he pushed in, the ache viciously filled with his girth, pleasure suddenly racing up your spine and devouring the equilibrium.

“I’m not, fuck, thanking you, a-ah…!”

He was the one with his hands gripping your hips but you were the one to start off the bruising pace, sucking a breath between teeth and shoving your ass into his crotch, amplifying the power of his thrust, warmth swirling in your core, satisfaction blooming in your exhale.

“Mmmm, Jungkook, yeah, fuck, just like that…”

Your fingers curling into fists, immediate fire in your veins, clenching around his hard length and enjoying every second. Power and lust and savage sweetness, feeling his fingers dig into your hips, hearing his breath hitch, his moan vibrating in his throat. You had to stifle a laugh as you realized that he was suffocating all his sounds so he could concentrate, hm, how interesting, but you let yourself fall into the pleasure, tipping your head back and sighing, the building wave of orgasm seeping out and spreading over your lower belly, pulsing around him.

You dropped your torso a little lower and heard Jungkook groan, gripping your ass harder.

“Hah… so good… fuck…”

His name falling from your lips, with desire and grace, not hiding the feeling but burning in the fervor, remembering his insincere face telling you a bold lie, we’re not that serious, and you recalled thinking, is he just saying that because he thinks I’m intimidating or what, but you let him think what he thought and want what he wanted, his nails clawing into your back, harder, regular plans becoming more irregular, breathing heavier, hotter, until he was constantly searching for you with those shining brown eyes of his, pulling you to his embrace and trying to lock down this escape artist with his lips.

Maybe it worked.

Who knows.

You pressed your fist into the wall and let out a hiss of hot breath, clenching your core and all around him, ah, chasing that brutal fullness, that declivous slick friction with every loud smack, the prickling crawling up your legs and ribcage, come on, give it to me, your low purr intoxicated by the carnal desire and Jungkook couldn’t say anything, probably clenching his jaw and burning up from the heat, closer, his pants turning into coarse gasps, choppy and erratic, faster, hotter, throbbing, there.

He didn’t have time to warn you.

You felt your inner walls pulse and flinch, squeezing hard, the rush injected into the tension and making you gasp, thrown off by the sudden shaking ecstasy, your hand slipping on the wall. Catching yourself mid-slide and feeling Jungkook jerk, freezing your hips in place as he came in intense jerks, straining against your tightness, your name in a silvery, fucked-out moan.

Damn.

Could get used to that.

Your hair was all over your face, making the dark room even darker. “Heh. Trying not to cum too fast, huh?”

“S… Shut up…”

He barely forced it out, his hands giving out and sliding up your stomach. Oof, he was warm, his chest radiating heat onto your back, and yet you smiled as you felt his fingertips rub against your hard nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through you in the afterglow. You pushed half of your hair back, amused at seeing his beanie somehow now on the floor. He lifted you up even though you didn’t ask, slipping out and shoving his sweaty face into the back of your neck.

“Hey,” you were about to protest, but he was squeezing your breasts and nipples, making you buck against him as he sighed into your skin.

“You smell so good, mmmm…” he was mumbling, ignoring your squirming.

You tried to reorient him even though he was the one trying to distract you. “Oi, aren’t you supposed to be going somewhere?”

“Wuh?”

You tried to unstick his hands from your chest but he pressed his forearms to your sides. Instantly, a tremor danced through your muscles, thundering, not allowing the arousal to subside. You sucked in a tight breath, feeling him clamp down on your waist with his arms. “What happened to ten minutes, I gotta go see my parents?”

“Oh… eh… it’s okay,” Jungkook hummed, kissing your neck through your hair. “I made that up anyway.”

Somehow, you had low-key guessed that, but there was no reason to let him get away with it. “I don’t like lying, you know,” you curtly reminded him.

“Sorry…”

He pushed your hair aside with his nose and plopped his head on your shoulder, hugging you tightly with his sweaty body. Your arms were hanging a bit limply in front of you, but that was because of his muscular embrace. It made you feel a bit like a caught kitty cat.

“Don’t do things like that,” you scolded, but he was shoving his nose in your jaw, warm breath and feathering kisses over the curve of your neck while massaging your breasts.

“Sorry… I just wanna be with you,” he murmured breathlessly. “You’re so cute.”

“I’m not cute,” you retorted, burning comfortably and uncomfortably from his touch and words, respectively.

“And pretty. And smart.” He was ignoring you even though he was the one making out with your ear. “I was afraid you would find me annoying…”

“You are freaking annoying,” you confirmed, placing your hands on the backs of his, but not pulling them away. “I told you to tell me when you were horny, not make shit up.”

You could practically hear his pout. “Well, I didn’t know I was until I was driving over here.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

He changed the subject. Classic. “Why do you have to wear clothes?”

“I can’t answer the door naked.”

“But it was me.”

“How would I know that?”

It was hard to describe the comfortable kind of exasperated he made you. A welcome, spontaneous, borderline ridiculous distraction. You somehow managed to get him to untangle himself from you and clean up, his clothes carelessly flung in random places, and you shook your head at him, you’re gonna have to pick those up later, but as soon as he had washed up, Jungkook was pushing you down on your bed, pressing your naked body to his and sighing softly, his hair a floofy mess.

“I didn’t say yes to you spending the night,” you said calmly as he kissed your collarbones, sparks lingering from the contact of his lips. You looked down. “Stop looking at me like that.”

Those round, shining eyes lit up in the semi-darkness of your bedroom.

“Like what?”

Pretending like he didn’t know, uh huh.

You shook your head and tangled one of your hands in his hair, nudging him up.

“Come here.”

He scooted up earnestly. You placed a fingertip on his lower lip as he neared, making him pause breathlessly.

“Is this new?”

You couldn’t miss the sparkling in his gaze as you mentioned it. “Y-Yeah…”

You raised your head and kissed it softly. “Should take good care of it as it heals, mmmm? So let’s just be rough down here…” you breathed, your other hand raking over his thigh, smiling as he flexed under your touch, moaning into your mouth, a sweet taste that you couldn’t stop craving, and yet you had to point it out one more time.

He had the audacity to pretend, after all.

“But we’re not that serious, right?”

Jungkook groaned and shoved his face into your neck as you laughed. “I take it back! Stop being mean…!”

There was just something about his impatient whine.

“Alright, alright…”

Bad decisions were made.

Like staying up until four in the morning fucking.

Ah, shit.

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[ipegchangbin]

“heavy lifting” — sub ! gym buddy ! changbin sequel snippet

edit: the fic is here!

in celebration of uplifting reaching 900 (that’s insane), i made a sequel. and FUCKYOU SEO CHANGBINF I WAS ALREADY IN THEMIDDLE OF WRITMNG THIS AND THEN DWAEKKI GyM??? THE SAMSUNG ADS???? IM GOGNNA CRYYTYFH

“Extra bossy today, huh?” Changbin smirked at you, the shit-eating grin leaving your heart burning.

You’ve seen that smile before: he flashed that smirk often, teasing you especially whenever he sent you mirror selfies from his apartment with suggestive follow-up voicemails. It made you laugh every single time how tough he tried to look, flexing whatever muscle he wanted and texting like he was going to ruin you; only to look like a piece of dumb melted mess whenever you teased back with the promise of breaking his cock.

And now, of all times, you couldn’t back down. “Of fucking course. Aren’t you forgetting who’s boss?”

Changbin wiggled an eyebrow, knowing he was pushing exactly the right buttons. “You already know.”

“I don’t care. Remind me who your personal trainer is,” you sternly said.

A whisper left his lips. “It wasn’t supposed to be you,” he subtly said, but you unfortunately picked up on it.

The dark stare you gave him was all he needed to realize what he had done, mouthing “oh shit.” All he could do now was expect you to double down on whatever you were already doing.

He fucked up, pushing the one last button too early — but he loved that he did, and maybe you did, too.

“Who’s your trainer?” You walked behind his figure on the weight bench. The reflection of your menacing stance in the mirror in front of Changbin left him nervous, his heart skipping a beat as he watched you trace a hand down his back.

You grabbed him: one hand pushing his upper back down while the other hugged his hips upwards. With full force, caught your boyfriend off-guard by making him fall on all fours on the bench in one singular motion.

“Who is it?” You reiterated, ignoring the long whine that escaped him.

“…Y-You, babe. I-It’s…you—” The words left his mouth all chopped up in stutters.

“I need a name.”

“Y/N,” Changbin whimpered, before biting his lips to smile again.

“Seo Y/N.”

If he hadn’t pushed enough, then he did now. It was your job to tease but he was catching on. “Don’t play with me.”

“You know you l-like it. You love my name—”

His response earned him a sudden and firm slap on his ass. The boy cried out, his smile replaced by a scrunched face, his low giggle replaced by a full moan.

“Filthy little gym brat,” you hissed.

You grabbed a fistful of his curly hair, forcing him to stare up at your reflection on the mirror alongside his pre-fucked-out face. “That’s what you are. Some dumb little workout junkie who thinks of nothing but their trainer’s ass.”

Changbin weakly turned his head in an attempt to look at your actual face. “You’d do the same if I was your trainer.”

“That’s what you think, rat.” You spanked his ass again, this time allowing it to sting through his thin Nike shorts. “At least I’m not a weak little submissive toy of a man like you.”

He whimpered again, this time sounding pained. You thought it was from the spank itself but immediately figured that he was attempting not to leak precum in his shorts. His cock strained against his pants painfully. How cute.

“Y/N! Please, please!” Changbin hissed.

In a twisted attempt to worsen his situation, you sneaked your hand under his shorts to grope one of his ass cheeks, your nails digging into the spank mark. “Please what?”

“F-Fuck…” He attempted to speak straight, holding back drool from spilling out of his mouth by biting his lips back. He stared at you through the mirror with glossy eyes. The hearts in his pupils shined through his bangs, affecting you as if they were aphrodisiacs.

“Please fuck me?”

Without a doubt, his bratty antics were getting to you, but you merely smirked back at him. The same grin he flashed you earlier now pasted on your face, mirroring everything he did from the ego boost down to the annoying scoff that left his mouth. Only yours was more sadistic, infuriating, yet all sorts of hot and addicting.

Changbin anticipated your response, the brattiness leaving him, faux fear inching close to his heart.

“Do you really think you deserve that?”

this isn’t the final fic but lmk if you want to get tagged! ^_~

[simciety-ccfinds]

NIKE CC FINDS!

#1 - LSim_female_Nike sportswear | LSim on Patreon

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#9 - G-FAZOS 🤍 | SimLocker on Patreon

#10 - ROGUE SET | Simpliciaty on Patreon

#11 - Nike Set 🏀✔ | SimLocker on Patreon

#12 - The Sims Resource - ShakeProductions 384 SET

#13 - Elliesimple - Sports Bra - The Sims 4 Download - SimsFinds.com

#14 - MMSIMS Dunk Low Sneakers | MMSIMS on Patreon

#15 - The Sims Resource - Female Full Body Tights Athletic Outfits

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#17 - The Sims Resource - Nike Air Force 1's

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[sabosbabygirl]

“All I Want for Christmas is You”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick edition 🎄🎅🏼

Kyle is one of a kind. You can be your full self around him, and he absolutely adores it. You’ve never met a man like him before. His words are kind, he has a sense of humor, at times he is sarcastic (like you) and most of all he loves matching with you. He decided on some Nike Air Force 1s mids as a Christmas present. He loves how you look in air force 1s with tight jeans. He gifts wraps them so nicely, using his precision sniper skills to ensure the corners were taped perfectly. “This is wrapped so beautifully; I don’t know if I want to open it” you teased him. He smiled “Honestly, it’s easy to wrap, just rip it open darling.” You did as he said and saw the Nike box. Your heart danced. You and he are always that matching couple and this was just another thing to add to that collection. When you opened the box, you saw the Nike Air Force 1s Mids. They were white and black, classic just like Kyle himself. However, there was also a note in it that said to look at the top of the fireplace. You looked at him with amusement and went over to the fireplace and saw another note, that said “You look behind you”. You chuckle and look. There’s Kyle, on one knee, “I know I promised you that once I got back that we would take a step further in our relationship. You deserve the world y/n. And I want to be part of that world. Will you please marry me?” he asked. With tears rolling down your cheeks you happily said yes. He slipped the ring on and kissed your lips.

His lips. So plump and warm. The kiss slowly increases in intensity. He moves one hand to your butt and squeezes and pulls away, “not yet” he says with a wink. You let out a low growl. “How about you put on that outfit I like so much, and I will consider eating your pussy out,” he teased. You blushed and rushed to the bedroom. You had a different outfit in mind. This was a baby-doll lingerie with little peppermints on it. There were holes where your nipples and crotch are for easy access. You added that sweet perfume he liked and for a little shazziness you put on a Santa hat and grabbed the red fuzzy handcuffs. You made your way downstair and noticed that the lights were off, except for the fire burning in the fireplace. The place was cleaned, with the cushions, pillows and blankets on the floor and waiting, naked, was Kyle. He looked at you, “Fck Sakes, doll” he said with a grin and his eyes all over your body. “Just the sight of your sexiness is turning me on”, he said softly as he made his way to you.

Your eyes darted to his cock. Big, brown, curved and a thick tip. His cock was already erected at the sight of you which make your insides pulsate. He was so easy to get stirred up but so were you. He looked at you and saw the handcuffs in your hand. With and eyebrow raised, he took the cuffs and clasped them on your hands. “You are my prisoner now” his voice dripping with taunt. He guided you to the cushions and pushed you to the ground. He examined you over, debating where to start, this seemed like it took forever, and the fire inside was ready to burst. He placed his hands on your thighs and with a firm grasp, opened them. “Easy access, aye?” eyebrow raised. “Were you naughty or nice this year?” he asked looking at you. “I was a good girl” you said, with desperation in your voice.

“Love, I was hoping you’d say naughty so I can go straight in and devour…now I will have to take my time” he said devilishly. You whined. He laughed and started kissing your thighs. You could feel his stubble on your skin, it scratches your skin but also felt good. He started on the left and made his way over to the right. Each kiss left you breathless. You wanted, no, you needed more. He looked at you, “Again, my love, were you naughty or nice?” he asked. “I was a naughty girl” you moaned. “Good” he smiled. With that he wasted zero time putting his face in your wet pussy. His tongue is thick and big and was moving in and out of you with ease. He did that a few times and then went to your clit where he flicked it multiple times with his tongue. You moaned, “more..please, I need”. His arms reached up to your nipples and he started rubbing his thumb over them while still sucking your clit. “Kyle…please…fck me”, you moaned. He looked up at you, never leaving his tongue from your clit or his thumbs from your nipples, he only moaned into your pussy. Making the vibrations send heat waves over your body. He moved his right hand down to your pussy and stuck 3 fingers in you. Your back arched and you loudly moaned. He continued to lick your clit while using his 3 fingers to hit the G spot. You felt every part of your body buck under his fingers..this was it, your hips started to quiver and as soon as he pulled his fingers out you came. He used his mouth to slurp up your goodness. “Kyle….ohh..kyle” you moaned. He re-positioned himself to be on top of you, his cock with precum on it. He swiped what was left of your juices onto his hand and then rubbed it on his cock, “mmmmmm” he moaned. “Please fck me, Kyle, please”, you whispered. He looked at you and without hesitation his cock slide into you. You both moaned together. “Fck sakes, your pussy is so wet y/n” he said while thrusting. His thrusts were hard at first but then he switched up the temp and would slide his cock all the way out and then back in slowly. Each time your back arched. “God, you are so beautiful, my love” he said with each thrust. “I want you to cum in me” you moaned. He growled and flipped you over on your stomach so he could grip your hips and watch you butt giggle. “FCK BABE” he yelled as his thrusts got harder. “I’m going to cum..your ass is so…fck.. I’m cumming” he exclaimed!! You felt the last thrust, hard and felt his seed oozing out of you. He flipped you back on your back. Out of breath he said “I fcking love you, my sweet darling” while taking the handcuffs off you. And with that he cuddled you by the fire for a little while before you guys went another round and took a shower.

After the shower you guys were in matching pjs and watching What A Wonderful Life while drinking spiked hot chocolate snuggled up by the fire.

[styleofdiamandis]

INSTAGRAM: MARINA STUNS IN RYAN LO S/S19

When exploring Tokyo back on December 3th, 2018, she and Jack enjoyed a little impromptu photoshoot on the streets.

It’s not often we get to see Marina rock emerging designers in the present day.

M chose one of the doll-like dresses with red polka-dot print and bow detail from Ryan Lo’s Spring/Summer 2019 collection titled “Saturn Returns”, as celestial reflection of what the designer said was a turning point for him personally: the realization that he wants go big on tulle and pair his dresses with Gina pumps instead of sneakers. Full-on pretty, full-on princess, full-on fairy tale.

In her hand she’s carrying a white mohair cardigan by American Vintage.

The look was accessorized with a Mulberry Fall/Winter 2018 Darley croc-embossed black leather satchel bag...

...and the Nike Air Force I white leather low-top sneakers with lace-up top and perforated detail.

[dan6085]

Top 20 basketball sneakers of all time based on their popularity, performance, and impact on the game of basketball.

1. Air Jordan 1: The first signature shoe of Michael Jordan, released in 1985 by Nike. It features a high-top design with a leather upper and the iconic "Wings" logo on the ankle.

2. Converse Chuck Taylor All-Star: Originally designed as a basketball shoe in 1917, the Chuck Taylor All-Star has become a cultural icon. Its canvas upper and rubber sole have remained largely unchanged for over 100 years.

3. Adidas Superstar: This classic sneaker was originally designed as a basketball shoe in 1969. Its rubber shell toe and iconic three stripes have made it a staple in sneaker culture for decades.

4. Nike Air Force 1: Originally released in 1982, the Air Force 1 was the first basketball shoe to feature Nike's Air technology. Its simple design and versatile style have made it a favorite of basketball players and sneakerheads alike.

5. Nike Kobe IV: Designed by Eric Avar for Kobe Bryant, the Kobe IV was released in 2009 and featured a low-top design with a lightweight, breathable upper. Its innovative design and performance features made it a favorite of basketball players around the world.

6. Reebok Shaqnosis: This signature shoe of Shaquille O'Neal was released in 1995 and featured a hypnotic pattern on the upper. Its distinctive design and durability made it a popular choice for basketball players in the 90s.

7. Air Jordan XI: The Air Jordan XI was released in 1995 and featured a patent leather upper and carbon fiber spring plate. Its sleek design and high-performance features made it one of the most popular Air Jordans of all time.

8. Nike Air Foamposite One: Released in 1997, the Air Foamposite One featured a futuristic design with a molded foam upper. Its unique look and performance features made it a favorite of basketball players and sneakerheads alike.

9. Adidas Crazy 8: This signature shoe of Kobe Bryant was released in 1998 and featured a distinctive wavy design on the upper. Its lightweight construction and high-performance features made it a popular choice for basketball players around the world.

10. Nike LeBron IV: Released in 2006, the LeBron IV featured a low-top design with a full-grain leather upper and Zoom Air cushioning. Its sleek design and high-performance features made it a favorite of basketball players and sneakerheads alike.

11. Air Jordan III: The Air Jordan III was released in 1988 and featured a full-grain leather upper and elephant print accents. Its distinctive design and high-performance features made it one of the most popular Air Jordans of all time.

12. Adidas T-Mac 1: This signature shoe of Tracy McGrady was released in 2002 and featured a sleek design with a leather upper and Torsion system for support. Its high-performance features made it a favorite of basketball players around the world.

13. Nike Hyperdunk: Released in 2008, the Hyperdunk featured a lightweight, breathable upper and Lunarlon cushioning. Its innovative design and high-performance features made it a popular choice for basketball players around the world.

14. Air Jordan V: The Air Jordan V was released in 1990 and featured a reflective tongue and clear rubber sole. Its sleek design and high-performance features made it one of the most popular Air Jordans of all time.

15. Adidas Pro Model: Originally released in 1965, the Pro Model remains a classic basketball shoe to this day. Its leather upper and rubber shell toe have made it a favorite of basketball players and sneakerheads alike.

16. Nike Zoom Kobe VI: Released in 2010, the Zoom Kobe VI featured a low-top design with a snake-inspired pattern on the upper. Its innovative design and high-performance features made it a favorite of basketball players around the world.

17. Air Jordan XIII: The Air Jordan XIII was released in 1997 and featured a leather and suede upper with holographic accents. Its sleek design and high-performance features made it one of the most popular Air Jordans of all time.

18. Nike Zoom Flight 95: Originally released in 1995, the Zoom Flight 95 featured a unique design with a carbon fiber shank and Zoom Air cushioning. Its innovative design and high-performance features made it a favorite of basketball players around the world.

19. Under Armour Curry 2: This signature shoe of Stephen Curry was released in 2015 and featured a low-top design with a SpeedForm upper and Charged cushioning. Its innovative design and high-performance features made it a popular choice for basketball players around the world.

20. Air Jordan IV: The Air Jordan IV was released in 1989 and featured a leather upper with plastic wing eyelets. Its sleek designand high-performance features, including Nike Air cushioning and a supportive midsole, made it a popular choice for basketball players of the 90s.

[petnews2day]

Nike Air Force 1 Low QS "Ivory Snake" AO1635-100

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Nike Air Force 1 Low QS "Ivory Snake" AO1635-100

The Nike Air Force 1 “Ivory Snake” returns on May 16th for $150 via Nike SNKRS and select retailers. Having first released in 1996 as an Asia-exclusive, the shoe harkens back to the days when sneakerheads were obsessed with tracking down pairs available only overseas, growing a cult following through word-of-mouth discourse. Nike brought it […]

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[sneakerstad]

[vc_row][vc_column css=".vc_custom_1706697933946background-image: url(https://www.sneakerstad.nl/wp-content/uploads/2023/10/nike-air-force-1-low-triple-white-heren-sneakers-wit.jpg?id=145240) !important;background-position: center !important;background-repeat: no-repeat !important;background-size: contain !important;"][vc_column_text css=".vc_custom_1706698026575background-color: rgba(255,255,255,0.72) !important;*background-color: rgb(255,255,255) !important;"]Enschede, 31 januari 2024' In de dynamische wereld van streetwear en sneaker cultuur heeft de Nike Air Force 1 Triple White een blijvende stempel gedrukt als een onmisbaar icoon. Sinds zijn debuut in 1982 heeft deze sneaker niet alleen de harten van sneakerheads veroverd, maar heeft het ook een blijvende invloed gehad op de modewereld. De strakke en tijdloze esthetiek van de Triple White-variant van de Air Force 1 heeft het tot een veelzijdige keuze gemaakt, die moeiteloos kan worden geïntegreerd in elke outfit. Zijn kenmerkende volledig witte kleurenschema straalt een eenvoudige elegantie uit die zowel op het basketbalveld als op straat goed tot zijn recht komt.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_gallery type="image_grid" images="145240,145239,145238,145237" img_size="full"][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column css=".vc_custom_1706698004694background-image: url(https://www.sneakerstad.nl/wp-content/uploads/2023/10/nike-air-force-1-low-triple-white-heren-sneakers-wit-01.jpg?id=145237) !important;background-position: center !important;background-repeat: no-repeat !important;background-size: contain !important;"][vc_column_text css=".vc_custom_1706698128039background-color: rgba(255,255,255,0.72) !important;*background-color: rgb(255,255,255) !important;"]Wat deze sneaker onderscheidt, is niet alleen zijn esthetiek, maar ook zijn culturele impact. De Air Force 1 Triple White is niet slechts een schoen; het is een symbool van zelfexpressie, creativiteit en tijdloze stijl. Door de jaren heen heeft het zich aangepast aan verschillende subculturen en is het een canvas geworden voor artistieke samenwerkingen en individuele customizations. Nike heeft met trots vastgehouden aan de kernprincipes van de Air Force 1 Triple White, waarbij vakmanschap en innovatie hand in hand gaan. De schoen heeft zich aangepast aan de veranderende smaken en trends, maar heeft altijd zijn oorspronkelijke DNA behouden. Als eerbetoon aan het erfgoed van deze sneaker heeft Nike door de jaren heen verschillende iteraties uitgebracht, maar de Triple White blijft de meest iconische en gewilde variant. Het is een schoen die generaties heeft overbrugd en nog steeds relevant is in de moderne sneaker scene. Of je nu een doorgewinterde sneakerhead bent of net begint aan je reis in de wereld van streetwear, de Nike Air Force 1 Triple White blijft een tijdloze keuze die symbool staat voor stijl, erfgoed en vernieuwing. In een wereld die voortdurend evolueert, is deze sneaker een bewijs van de kracht van tijdloos design en blijft het een icoon dat de tand des tijds heeft doorstaan. Wil jij deze veel gezochte sneaker bemachtigen kijk dan of je maat nog leverbaar is: Nike Air Force 1 Triple White voor dames klik hier   |    Nike Air Force 1 Triple White voor heren klik hier[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]

[sneakerscartel]

Nike Full Force Low Black White Releases Next Month https://sneakerscartel.com/nike-full-force-low-black-white-releases-next-month/

[wisnkrhead]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Nike Air Force 1 "Black Ice" (315122-902) Black Men's Size 10.5 Classic.

[jennmore21]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Nike Air Force 1 07 Premium 🧞‍♀️.

[kicksaddictny]

Nike Basketball: Holiday 2023 Showcase

The 2023 Nike World Basketball Festival will serve as the culmination of this summer’s VS tournaments that occurred in Chicago, Los Angeles, New York City and Toronto. But more than just a showcase of the best young talent, the 2023 Nike World Basketball Festival is a celebration of the cultural influence that only basketball has. 

Embedded in Nike’s legacy across apparel, lifestyle and performance, a series of installations in adjoining Damrosch Park will showcase how the game has influenced innovation and design for decades. Classic era-defining silhouettes and other artifacts from the Nike archives will be showcased to highlight key moments in Nike Basketball. The installation is also accompanied by a first look at Nike Basketball’s upcoming holiday collection, on display here.

Check out a round-up of the silhouettes that will release Holiday 2023.

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Dunk Hi Retro

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Air More Uptempo '96

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Air Penny 2

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Air Flight Huarache

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Air Max2 CB94

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Air Force 1 '07

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Air Force 1 Mid

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Full Force Low

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Dunk Low

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Air Force 1 Low Terror Squad

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Air Foamposite 1

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: G.T. Cut 2

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: G.T. Hustle 2

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: G.T. Jump 2

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Kobe IV Protro

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Kobe VI Protro

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: KD 3 Aunt Pearl

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: KD 16 Aunt Pearl

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Cosmic Unity 3

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Ja 1 Zombie

Nike Basketball HO23 Showcase: Zoom Freak 5