Confession | LMH (M)

blushing and kicking my feet

— ✧ oh my!

pairing: xu minghao x reader

description: choosing to be roommates with vernon chwe would undeniably be one of the few life-changing decisions you made in your lifetime. he brought along support, friendship, and most importantly: a hot friend. — or, in which you’re roommates with vernon and you happen to fall for one of his many chaotic friends.

tags: smut (18+), oral (m receiving), just stupid mutual pining, fluff, seriously self indulgent, mentioned past toxic/controlling relationships

w/c: 13.6k

a/n: REPOSTED. this was my first attempt at a kpop fic ever and my first time writing smut so please bear with how awkwardly written it is. a fic that was supposed to be multiple parts but i couldn't come up with a real plot either so ummm … nevertheless i hope u enjoy!

I. OH MY!

Moving in with Vernon is among your top life changing decisions, pretty much ever.

You two met in college, first sharing a calculus class together and occasionally studying together. Your friendship was budding—he was someone you could count on and never had to second guess. Spending more time together, you naturally grew closer, eventually reaching a point that when Vernon mentioned moving out of his shitty studio, you two immediately decided to find a place together.

Fresh out of college, it was the best decision in all ways possible—money was not nearly as big of a burden as before, and it was fun having a friend to talk to whenever you wanted in the vicinity of your own home.

It’s been an enjoyable eight months since you two started renting out this place together, and this evening, you’re in the kitchen cooking some brownies with an old package of brownie mix you found shoved in the back of one of your cupboards. You’re making a bit of a mess, but you can only hope that Vernon doesn’t mind too much—you will clean it, after all.

You’re in the midst of pondering about how long it’ll take you to clean up the little (big) splatter of flour you dropped on the ground when there’s a buzzing that comes from your phone. You huff, looking down at your fingers that are coated in oil and brownie batter. Setting down the bowl you were mixing, you then go to wash your hands as the buzzing dies out. After wiping down any moisture left on your skin, you pick up the phone to see a missed call from Vernon.

Did he forget something? you wonder, pressing the call back button and holding your phone up to your ear. You hear him pick up the line almost immediately, curious to know why he called you. “Hey,” you say casually when you know he can hear you. “Everything good?”

There are a few voices in the background that you hear, and you recall how he told you this morning he’d be hanging out with his friends. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s great. Look, I was wondering if it would be okay with you if my friends came over to our place? I would’ve asked earlier but I didn’t think we would be hanging out more and…well you get it,” Vernon sighs.

Your lips make a little ‘o’ shape, nodding to yourself as if Vernon could see you right now. “Yeah of course they can come over!” you tell him.

“Are you sure?” he clarifies, and you smile at the sincerity. “It’s just—I mean like they’re probably going to stay a while?” It comes out as a question and you laugh. “Don’t laugh at me,” Vernon grumbles, “I’m just making sure because they’re probably going to stay late in the night and there’s a lot of them.”

“Yes Vernon, I know there’s a lot of them—twelve to be exact,” you retort. “Yes, I’m okay with it, it’s not like I do anything these days anyways. I’ll be fine,” you tell him honestly.

“Okay, thank you so much,” he replies, relieved. “We’ll be there in like ten minutes.”

“Ten?!” you shrieked, quickly taking in the giant mess you made around you, baffled when you think about how you’re going to clean this up.

“Yes, sorry,” Vernon murmurs. “These guys change their minds so much and—ugh—you get it. We’re already close to the apartment complex so we’re just going to come up. Is there a problem?”

You hum, looking around you. “I might’ve made a bit of a mess in the kitchen, but…but I’ll figure it out.”

Vernon laughs. “I doubt they’ll care—most of them are dogs.” You giggle at the muffled protests heard in the background before he continues. “Anyways, thank you, I owe you one. See you in five.”

Your phone beeps when he hangs up and you stand by yourself in the middle of the kitchen. “Five?” you whisper to yourself, “Fuck! He said ten! But now five? Fuck!”

You whip your head around to look at the kitchen, grimacing as you’re dawned with the realization that there is no way you’re going to clean this up before they come. It takes you around 5 seconds to debate your options, finally deciding to just give up on trying to clean up and focus on finishing the batter and getting the pan in the oven.

You set your phone back down on the counter, picking up the batter bowl and giving it a few more stirs to rid it of any clumps before spreading it all out on a pan. It takes you a few moments to find the mittens and stick it in the preheated oven, a wave of relief washing over you when you’re done.

That’s one thing out of the way…I guess , you think to yourself, letting your hair down from the tight up-do you had it in earlier. Looking down at your black t-shirt and yoga pants, you take a few moments to try and dust off whatever flour rubbed off on the cloth. Of course, many stains still remain, but you figured this was better than nothing.

You’re about to grab a broom to clean up the floor when you hear a knock at the door. Sighing in defeat, you wash your hands once before heading to the door. You’re placing your hand on the door knob before you hear some clicking, hesitating to open once you realize it’s Vernon on the other end unlocking it himself. You step back from the doorway as the door is pushed slightly ajar, allowing you to poke your head through the small gap.

You’re met with the sight of multiple guys crowding around the door, a slightly frantic and honestly exhausted-looking Vernon leading the group. “Hey,” he greets as you step back once more, pulling the door open fully.

“That was less than five minutes!” you exclaim, trying your best to ignore the gazes of the unfamiliar faces behind Vernon. You’ve seen pictures of them before on Vernon’s social media and stuff but you don’t really know them at all—you’re only aware of bits and pieces from the stories he tells you occasionally.

“I’m sorry!” he puts his hands up in surrender, stepping through the doorway as you back into the kitchen that remained in the chaotic state you left it in.

“I didn’t have time to clean!” you whine, frantically waving your hand at the kitchen, allowing Vernon to take in the scene.

“Hey, hey, hey,” a new voice pops in and you see a hand snake it’s way around Vernon’s shoulders. A man with blonde hair and a chiseled face looks at you sympathetically. “It’s not Vernon’s fault,” he tells you calmly. “You can blame it on us for changing plans quickly. Don’t worry, Vernon feels bad about it, he told us.”

You sigh, a small pout making its way onto your face. “Fine,” you huff as the rest of the boys fill the large room that contains the kitchen and living room. You aren’t sure what to do now, watching them all shuffle around, taking off their shoes and attempting (key word: attempting ) to organize them in front of the doorway. You hadn’t really thought this far ahead—should you go to your room now? Would it be awkward to just hang around here while they’re in the living room (your kitchen and living room are basically one large room, so there’s no real way to avoid them)?

You’re glad Vernon picks up on your uncertainty. He turns to his friends, speaking up and saying your name, which catches you by surprise. “My roommate,” he clarifies, as they all look at you. You smile awkwardly, giving a small wave before averting your gaze. Vernon then turns around, pointing at the couch across the room, “Now can one of you set up the Mario Kart?”

The rest of the boys nod, beginning to break out into small conversations by themselves as they all make their way to lounge in the connected room, finally giving you a bit of space to breathe (not that they were making you uncomfortable or anything—you’re just a little shy).

“I’m sorry again,” Vernon tells you, and you can hear the genuinity in his voice. “What were you making, by the way?” he asks curiously, peering over at the mess.

“It’s okay! And I was making brownies—I found some old box mixes in the back of the cupboard and I figured I should make them before they expire,” you explain, looking over at his friends who have now settled in the living room comfortably. “Do your friends want some? I’ve made a big enough batch for everyone, I’m sure,” you tell him.

“Are you sure?”

“Vernon can you stop asking me if I’m sure,” you complain loudly, running a hand over your face. You hear a snicker come from the other side of a room, catching sight of one of Vernon’s friends seated on ground, a playful smirk on his face upon hearing your conversation. You feel your ears burn, quickly turning back to Vernon. “Yes, I just made them for fun. It’s better to share with them than have us eat all of it,” you chuckle, picking up a dustpan from the corner of the kitchen to begin cleaning up.

“Okay fine,” Vernon murmurs. “Thank you a lot,” he concludes, finally turning and joining friends on the couch. You begin your work to clean up the flour you dropped on the ground, getting lost in your own little world after slipping in your airpods, tuning out the noises of rowdy men and Mario Kart sound effects.

You’re practically done with cleaning the kitchen when you hear your timer go off, nearly skipping to the oven to turn it off and pull out the pan of brownies you’ve been putting so much effort into. The aroma floats through the room, and you catch the glances of a few of Vernon’s friends who peek over, trying to get a look at whatever you’ve come up with.

You smile to yourself, placing the pan on the counter before pulling out a knife to make nice, even pieces. It takes you a few moments, but once you’re done, you look down at them happily. Slipping on your mittens, you carry the tray over to the living room, a small, upwards curve pulling at your lips.

The boy you remember from earlier—the one who laughed at your reaction to Vernon—notices you first, and you can’t help but wonder how you didn;t recognize him from any pictures because holy hell he’s pretty. His eyes are looking at you through heavy eyelashes and there’s a coy smile tugging at his lips—he’s charming .

It takes you a good five seconds to realize you’re staring at him and another five to realize he’s caught you in the act. You whip your head away, looking at the rest of the boys, some of which who are intently focused on the game on the screen, others of which who are indifferent.

“Um, I made some brownies, if you guys want,” you tell them all, clearing your throat. “They’re fresh, so they’re a little hot, but you can wait for them to cool down.” You set down the pan on the table as the rest of them quiet down, some immediately spewing out words of gratitude.

“Aren’t you going to have any?” one of them asks, and you recognize him as the tallest. Mingyu? You recall some stories about him.

You shrug. “I kind of just made it because we had the boxes left…I think it’d be better if you guys shared it.”

Another boy with glasses sitting on the armchair speaks up. “You can eat it with us—our way of saying thanks,” he encourages. You throw out a close lipped smile, glancing at Vernon as if to ask if this was all just a show of politeness or an actual offer. He offers the slightest nod, and your once tight smile is let loose. You nod your head cheerfully, looking around you to find a spot to sit.

Noticing your confusion, the boy with the blonde hair and sharp face from earlier points to your right. “Sit next to Minghao, I’m sure there’s room there.”

You look down, met with the gaze of him , trying your best to hide your twinge of excitement as you silently shuffle over and sit down at the edge of the rug. Minghao . You like that name, you say to yourself in your head before shaking your head lightly—what are you thinking? You can’t be crushing on a guy you just laid your eyes on!

Inhaling sharply, you turn your head to the screen, grateful to see everyone else’s attention has also averted to the heated one-on-one match between the glasses guy from earlier (you now have learned his name is Wonwoo) and Mingyu.

They’re a loud bunch, but you can’t find it in you to mind—watching them all get along so well, so freely, is liberating in itself. You feel relaxed in a way you didn’t know you could be.

As content as you feel right now though, there’s an anxious thought buzzing at the back of your mind, and no matter how desperately you try to push it back, it keeps crawling its way up, especially when you feel your thigh brush Minghao’s .

Stop it , you chide yourself. Stop it! A little more harshly. Stop thinking about him!

“Hey…” the first time he says it, the words don’t quite reach your ears. “Hey,” he says again, nudging your thigh with his knee, increasing the minimal physical contact you two already had. You’re snapping out of your daze in an instant, whipping your head up to look at him . “You good?” he asks, and while you can tell he’s being sincere, there’s an almost playful smirk gracing his lips.

“Huh…oh, yeah,” you murmur, bashful that he caught you lost in your own head, thinking about him. “Just zoned out for a second,” you explain with an awkward laugh, pulling your legs into your chest and resting your chin on your knees.

“I could tell,” Minghao replies, and you can’t help but gaze at how cool he is as he reaches toward the coffee table, cutting himself a piece of the brownie. You watch him carefully as he takes a bite—you’re honestly just admiring his face, but you think you can brush off your shameless ogling as looking to see if he likes the brownie. He catches you staring, and you’re unsure of what he thinks of it, opening his mouth to talk again once he’s swallowed it. “It’s good,” he tells you, and you smile.

“I’m glad…it would have been kind of embarrassing if it wasn’t.”

“Don’t worry—chocolate isn’t even really my thing but I like it,” Minghao compliments, and you can’t tell if he’s being genuine or faux out of sincerity. Your grin brightens nevertheless as you sink back into the front of the sofa behind you, averting your gaze to the screen once again.

You’re feeling a little shy, of course, and the silence that now sits between you and Minghao isn’t uncomfortable or awkward, rather it’s…heart-warming. Your smile doesn’t leave your face as the room is full of cries and laughter and taunts as the results of the first round are revealed.

You sit in an amused silence, watching them for around another twenty minutes and even getting to play once (albeit your minimal effort—Mario Kart always gives you a headache anyways), before quietly standing up as the boys are cheering over Wonwoo winning yet another match. Minghao looks at you as you raise yourself above him, and your stomach churns at the way he raised a brow.

“Leaving already?”

You shrug casually. “I think it’s about time I get to doing my own stuff,” you explain, throwing out a small smile before retreating to your room before Minghao—or anyone else—can notice or say anything. You’re grateful Minghao didn’t make a scene about you leaving—it’s not that you don’t like the boys (far from it), but you’ve been tired the whole day and were looking forward to a nice nap.

Settling into your bed after shutting your blinds, you pull the covers up to your chin shooting a quick text to Vernon to make sure he wakes you up for dinner if you didn’t wake yourself up in time. You shut your eyes tight, doing your best to ignore the tight feeling that settles at the bottom of your stomach.

The second you identify the feeling, you squeeze your eyes closed tighter. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Your words don’t aid you, of course, because all you’re thinking about his stupid fucking Minghao and his stupidly hot face and his stupidly cute smirk and the stupidly handsome way he looks at you and— oh my god you need to turn your brain off right now.

You settle on not breathing, trying to pretend you’re dead, in hopes it’ll lull you to sleep. Of course, the effect is the opposite of your intentions—the lack of oxygen only reminds you of the way Minghao took your breath away when you first noticed him.

You huff to yourself, rolling your body over so your face is pressed into the pillow as you quietly curse to yourself. “God, I’m so fucked,” you whine, childishly pounding your fists against the plush of your mattress.

You’re being immature, you know you are—like a child throwing a tantrum—but who can blame you? He’s just so pretty and that smile of his is so endearing and you can’t help but find yourself so falling for him.

It’s a miracle that you fall asleep at all, let alone so quickly. You figure the exhaustion from the past week has finally caught up to you, even with the onslaught of attraction that came your way after seeing Minghao.

When you wake up, it’s much darker. The sun hasn’t fully set yet, but the sky is painted a deep red which is bound to morph to purple within a few more moments before finally sinking into nighttime. You glance around and you realize that the only thing besides the outside light that’s illuminating your room is your bed lamp that you forgot to turn off.

You rub your eyes a few times, still in a bit of a groggy, drowsy daze, before remembering what woke you up in the first place—the knock on your door. “Hello?” you croak out, immediately slapping a hand over your mouth at the mangles sound that leaves your mouth. It’s quiet for a moment and you’re able to identify the faint voices in the rest of the apartment as Vernon’s friends.

Your mind is suddenly racing through the possibility of who could’ve knocked on your door and— oh my god! What if it’s Minghao?! What if he heard y—

You hear your name being called out softly and your speeding train of thought falters. It’s Vernon. Thank fucking god. “You up?” he says through the door and you pull the covers off of you to meet him at the door. Poking your head through the crack as you open it slightly, you squint immediately at the intrusion of light to your unadjusted eyes.

“Good morning,” you joke, stepping back to let him in. “Thanks for waking me up…jeez, I was knocked out,” you murmur to yourself, rubbing a hand over your face as you walk to your dresser to find yourself a comb. “What time is it?”

“It’s like six…the guys were worried that they were being too loud when I told them you were sleeping,” Vernon muses, pulling up his phone to scroll through something. “But I was like nah she sleeps through everything—and I was right,” he says with a laugh as you roll your eyes, trying to make yourself more presentable as you pull your hair back into a low do.

“Whatever…did you guys have fun? I’m assuming so since they’re still here…”

“Yeah, we’re ordering dinner right now. I told you they were gonna stay for a while. That’s why I woke you up too: I was gonna ask if there was anything specific you wanted—if you wanna eat with us of course,” he explains, holding up his phone to display the food delivery app he had opened earlier.

“Would that be okay? If I had dinner with you all?”

“Yeah of course, no one would mind,” Vernon assures you as you look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair, narrowing your eyes at your roommate.

“You sure?”

“Okay now you need to stop asking me if I’m sure,” Vernon huffs with a roll of his eyes followed by your laughter.

“Okay okay, fine,” you reply. “Give me like two minutes I’ll come out and we can decide something with everyone,” you say, ushering Vernon out. He puts his hands up in surrender, turning around to join his friends in the other room. After he leaves, you debate with yourself whether or not you should change or join the rest with your pajama pants and loose fit t-shirt.

Overcome with the still lingering drowsiness from your nap, you choose comfort, and decide to just throw on a loose cardigan over whatever you’re wearing now before stepping out of the room. A yawn escapes your lips as you enter the living room, catching sight of all the boys lounging around—some are seated on top of the kitchen island, legs hanging over the edge, while others are laying down on the couch with their feet kicked up, the rest with their legs folded on the ground.

You try not to stare at Minghao too much when he enters your line of vision, but the task is becoming impossibly harder the longer you look: he’s laid back on the couch, feet resting on a blonde boy—Jun, you think is his name’s—lap, and you don’t miss the way his arms are crossed behind the back of his head, shirt lifting up just enough to reveal a little bit of the skin that dons his torso.

You begrudgingly peel your eyes away from the marvelous sight when you hear someone call your name, heads turning to you once they realize you’ve finally joined them.

“About time,” the boy with sharp features from earlier—Jeonghan—says as a greeting, waving you over as he stands next to Vernon. “Come on, help us decide what to order.”

“D’you sleep well?” another asks, and you turn your head to see who’s speaking as you approach Jeonghan. You recognize the boy now as Seungkwan, and you smile while nodding. “I swear me and Chan thought you were dead!” he exclaims jokingly as you furrow your eyebrows.

The boy next to him shoots Seungkwan a death stare before speaking up, much to your amusement. “What Seungkwan means is,” Chan begins with a huff, “we were playing a game and Mingyu lost and he yelled and we were scared we woke you up but nothing happened!”

“I told you, she sleeps through everything,” you hear Vernon mumble from behind you, not missing the joking look that’s toying with his face. You roll your eyes and hit his shoulder, loud enough for everyone to hear and cause them to laugh, smiling internally at the reaction you were able to elicit.

“That’s not true!” you whine, looking over his shoulder to see what restaurants they were choosing from.

“Joking, joking,” Vernon mumbles, turning his phone so you could see better. “We’re choosing between Mexican and Thai. You can choose which, since we’re all pretty evenly split.”

You hum for a second, thinking about which you’re craving more, finally settling on, “Thai!”

There are some cheers that erupt behind you, and your face heats up right away when you turn around to see some of them (Minghao in particular) with cheerful smiles and fists of victory in the air. “Thai it is!” Vernon announces. “Tell me what you guys want,” he says before looking at you. “The usual?” you nod with a grin, backing away as he places the order while the others call out the array of dishes you want, making your way to the seating area to sit down by one of the sofas (totally not because that’s where Minghao was sitting).

As you settle down onto the ground, Minghao speaks up. “Do you want to sit here?” he asks, sitting up from his horizontal position, pulling his legs back to make space between him and Jun on the couch. Your eyes shoot up, darting between Minghao’s deep brown eyes and the space on the couch.

“Are you sure? You can lay down if you w—”

“Nonsense,” Jun says with a chuckle, and you can’t even comprehend what’s going on until you feel Minghao’s cool fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you up slightly as a direct invitation to take up the spot next to him. God his skin is so soft and his touch is demanding yet so gentle and it’s just enough to get the butterflies that you thought died off to be resurrected once more. “Our way of thanks for choosing Thai,” Jun tells you.

“Yeah,” Minghao agrees, and you try your best to focus on what he’s saying even if it’s impossibly hard with the way his body is pressed up right against you. He leans back as if to stretch his body, arms reaching back behind the couch and settling in the space behind you,

God, you feel like you could die on the spot—it’s not like he’s got an arm wrapped around you or anything so why does this feel so intimate? You can only hope and pray that he doesn’t feel the immense heat radiating off of you as you adjust yourself to sit more comfortably on the couch. In hopes to diffuse the tension that you’re kind of sure you’re the only one feeling, you speak up. “Do you guys want to watch something? A show? A movie?” you suggest reaching forward to pick up the TV remote from the coffee table.

“I’m down,” Wonwoo says with a shrug.

“Oh yeah!” Seungcheol speaks up, “I’ve been wanting to rewatch Batman for a while!”

“Batman then?” you, looking around at everyone as you click the remote to pull it up after you see the nods of their heads. You put on the movie, sinking back into the couch as you do your best to focus on the screen in front of you, and not the faint touch of Minghao’s arm to the back of your neck.

You’re successful for a bit, thankfully, but your peace of mind hardly lasts when the food comes in and everyone settles on the ground to eat—your and Vernon’s rule that there’s no eating curry on the couch. You, Minghao, and Jun slip from your spots on the couch and sit on the ground where your feet lay just a few moments ago, and suddenly you’re hyper aware of the little space you three are squished up against.

It’s a miracle, you think, if Minghao doesn’t notice the way your skin burns against his as his thigh is pressing right up against yours. This touch is different from the one in the afternoon—that one was…light…innocent. This one…this one’s different—it has you burning and yet shivers run down your spine. If you were a little bit more in your senses, maybe—just maybe—you would notice the tight lipped smile that tugs at Minghao’s li ps as well.

Oh my! Now the crush begins.

II. COME TO ME

That night, after the movie, the food, and some beer, the twelve boys shuffle out of the house at around eleven, murmuring soft and tired “thank yous” and “goodbyes.” You can’t deny that you’ve been…a little stiff the entire evening. Sitting next to Minghao for a good 2 hours wore you out—it was a constant battle between your moral consciousness and your…budding feelings.

Stop looking at him! You’d say one moment, but then, god—oh my god his hands! No! Stop! He’s so close to me —stop acting like you’re in middle school! But his smile is just so pretty, god he lights up the room , but wait, stop being so cliche!

Naturally, you're convinced you’ve gone insane. Once the boys left, you and Vernon are left in the comfort of each other’s silence before beginning to make small conversation as you guys begin to clean up (the others honestly didn’t leave that much of a mess, you were just a bit of a clean freak).

“Your friends are fun,” you tell him quietly as you throw out the food containers that you finished earlier.  Vernon looks up at you with a small smile, and you can tell that he’s been anxious about you not enjoying your time.

“That’s good, I’m glad.”

“Why haven’t you brought them over before?” you ask curiously, pondering about how there might have been a chance you could have laid your eyes on Minghao ages earlier. “Aren’t they like your best friends?”

Vernon shrugs. “Well yeah, they are, but there’s a lot of them, like you saw. I didn’t know if you’d be okay with that, today just happened to be a day where it was hard for me to say no to them.” You laugh heartily at that—the image of Vernon being persuaded by twelve guys looking at him with puppy eyes. “I really am glad you liked them though. If it’s okay I’d like to have them over more,” he puts out tentatively.

Of course, you perk up at that—maybe a little too noticeably. “I’d love that!” you say excitedly, before shrinking back down at how eager you sound. “I mean like, of course I won’t barge on your time with them but they’re really fun to be around and I’d like to see them more often,” you explain, placing your hands on the counter now that you’re done cleaning all the dishes. Vernon seems to catch onto something and you want to die from embarrassment with the way he’s raising a brow at you.

But if he does notice anything, he doesn’t say it, instead choosing to shrug again and trudge away from the kitchen. “That’s great. Can I have them over next Saturday?”

You blink once then blink twice. “Of course,” you reply without a second of hesitation.

Saturday can't come soon enough. With your own work to do, you find your mind drifting constantly to the face of a pretty man who you can't seem to stop thinking about. You need to scold yourself every single time you realize you're daydreaming—god no, more like fantasizing—about a man who you've not only seen only once, but is one of your roommate's best friends.

Daunting as it is, you're finding this whole situation quite...fun. You can't remember the last time you've felt something so pure and rejuvenating as this crush—gosh, you feel childish for calling it that but what else can it be? Your heart palpates when you think about him, your eyes ache to see his beautiful face again, and holy hell you don't even want to get started on the raw goosebumps you get when reimagining the moment where his skin brushed up against yours.

It's Friday night now, and your stomach swims with anticipation of what tomorrow will hold. You're sitting on the couch in your living room when Vernon comes home from the gym, dropping a bag of food on the kitchen counter. "Hey, I was at the gym with Mingyu and he got me some leftovers that his mom made," he tells you as you look up at him.

"Oh sweet," you say, relieved you won't have to go through the effort of figuring out what to make for dinner. "Your friends are coming over tomorrow, right?" you ask, feigning nonchalance—fucking acting like tomorrow hasn't been the only thing on your mind for the past one week.

"Yeah, they're gonna come up pretty early actually. I was gonna ask you actually, if you wanted to come with us since we're planning on going to the beach later. It's gonna be pretty hot and we haven't gone down in a while," he explains, beginning to open the bag of food as you get up and join him, trying to ignore the endless thoughts that run through your mind.

"The beach? Of course I'd want to come—wait, would that be okay with them? I wouldn't wanna intrude in on your day."

Vernon shakes his head with a chuckle. "Oh my god can you stop?" he says jokingly, "they were the one's who suggested, actually. Not that I don't want you to come either—I do—I just want you to know that they enjoyed you being there last week just as much as you did."

"Really? Who suggested it?" You hope you aren't coming off as too curious—Vernon is perceptive, and you'd be a fool to think he couldn't figure out exactly why you're so insistent on figuring out who asked for you to be there.

He seems preoccupied though, taking the food out of the containers, much to your relief. "Uhh, it was Minghao I think. But like everyone agreed after that, Jeonghan even said he'd pay for your ice cream if you came."

You're convinced the universe is bullshitting you right now. Minghao? Your Minghao? Asked if you could join them? At the beach?

You might just pass out.

Naturally, Vernon looks at you funny. "Are you good? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

You shake your head nervously with a smile, turning back to grab a piece of fried chicken he pulled out. "No no, I was just thinking about if I even have any swim suits—I think I threw them out last summer because of Jungho," you murmur, and while it's not the full truth about what you were just thinking about, it is something that's on your mind. Vernon looks at you with a frown.

"You threw them out because of Jungho?" he asks sadly. "Fucking hell, I forgot how crazy he was," he murmurs, looking down to take his own bite of the food. You shrug solemnly, finding yourself in a mood a bit more down than you'd like.

"Weird times," you reply simply. "Think I could just go to the beach in like some shorts and a shirt? It's just water after all."

"Yeah that should be fine. We'd be leaving before noon so I don't think you'd have the time to buy new ones anyways," Vernon agrees, pushing himself off the counter.

You nod with a smile, ignoring the small pang of sadness you felt just moments ago. "Sounds good."

You're a heavy sleeper—you always have been—and given that it's a Saturday, it's no question that you're bound to sleep until Vernon is banging your door to make sure you aren't dead. Seriously. Saturday morning, despite your excitement, kicks off with a groggy start. You're rolling around in bed, ming hazy as you aimlessly try and figure out what time it is and what exactly woke you up since you know you don't set alarms for weekends. It takes a few seconds for the knocking on your door to register in your brain.

You blink once and rub your eyes, squinting so that they can adjust to the light as you peer at the clock, realizing that—shit, oh shit, it's almost 11. Didn't Vernon say that his friends were going to be here in the morning?! And that they were gonna leave before noon?! Shit!

You're scrambling out of bed, digging through your drawer as you call out a meek, "I'n up!" to whoever's knocking on your door, throwing on the only swim suit that you—thankfully—found tucked away in your closet the night before, covering it up with some shorts and a loose top that you picked earlier as well. You're quickly faced with realization that you still look like you just rolled out of bed which, to be fair, you had. That doesn't stop you from frantically brushing through your hair, trying to put it into a simple braid before finally feeling ready to open the door.

You're expecting to see Vernon, in all honesty, since that's how it went the last time they were all over. The man standing in front of your door is, in fact, definitely not Vernon. No, the man in front of your door is Xu fucking Minghao, and you think you're absolutely fucked by the way your knees go week.

"Hi, sorry, I hope I didn't rush you," he greets politely, stepping back, allowing you to take a good look at him. He's wearing a white sleeveless shirt that hugs hugs his body tightly, followed by a blue hawaiian shirt that sits loosely on his upper half. His lower half is adorned by simple swim trunks, and you do your very, very best to not stare at his calf muscles.

"I, uh..." your voice trails off, in a haze from how attractive he is as well from your fading drowsiness. You rub your eyes once under your glasses before responding. "It's okay, I don't know why I didn't get up earlier," you huff to yourself, looking down, "I thought I would."

"Don't worry about it," Minghao murmurs, and he brings a hand up to your head on top of your hair to ruffle it a bit. You might just scream. "It's good that you slept," he continues, walking back to the living room as you follow him. "We thought you'd wake up from how loud we were," he says with a chuckle as you enter the room with everyone else in it as they turn to you.

"Yeah," Seokmin agrees through a mouth full of muffin, Joshua lightly hitting his shoulder and chiding him for talking with his mouth full.

"She's awake!" Jeonghan cheers playfully.

"i know Vernon said you'd sleep through anything," Chan begins to admit, "but literally do not understand how you didn't wake up until now. I swear, there was a moment where Soonyoung was just screaming at the top of his lungs and we were all wondering if that was gonna get you to come out but Vernon didn't even bother to check."

Your face burns at the comment, but there's a warm sort of feeling that bubbles up in you when they all laugh—it's not a mean laugh, no, it's friendly and it's kind, and it's making you feel welcome.

"You guys just don't listen to me," Vernon huffs, tossing you an orange from the kitchen. "We're going to head out in like five minutes," he tells you. "We need to figure out the car situation because I think Wont's car and Joshua's can only five each and mine can hold four."

The next few minutes are spent trying to figure out who's going to go in which car, everyone deciding that Seungcheol, Seokmin, Chan, and Jun would be going in Wonwoo's, Jeonghan, Jihoon, Soonyoung, and Minghao would be going in Joshua's, and Mingyu, Seungkwan, and you would be going in Vernon's. You won't and say that you aren't a teensy bit disappointed that you don't get to sit with Minghao, but the beach is only a twenty minute's drive away anyways, and you feel this is also a chance to get to know Vernon's other friends better too.

The car ride is fun, and you enjoy Seungkwan's cheeky remarks to everything, laughing along to pretty much everything he says, as well as Mingyu's oddly calm hyperness...? You aren't sure how to explain it but there's a constantly endearing and jumpy aura radiating from the tall boy, yet he seems quite tame for the most part. Nevertheless, you're entertained and excited to spend more time with them as Vernon parks the car on the beach, pulling out his phone so he can figure out where the other's are.

"Ah" you murmur, as the fourteen of you are grouped up finally, making your way into the hot sand and towards the water. "This is like the perfect weather for the beach," you say, wiggling out of your slippers so you can walk on the sand with your bare feet. Seungkwan is standing next to you as you both trail behind the rest of the crowd a little, the both of you immersed in the warm feeling of sand between your toes.

"I love the beach," he says, throwing his head back to look up at the bright side. "I'm from a beach town, so when I found out that the beach—and all my friends—were here, I just had to move here too, you know?"

"The beach is nice, but I won't lie, it always makes me so exhausted after I spend a day out here," you admit, dragging your feet across the sand, basking in the hot feeling it brings. "Who knows, I'll probably go home and sleep so hard tonight that even Vernon might think I'm dead," you joke, causing Seungkwan to chuckle.

You two continue to talk about the beach and Seungkwan's home town as your group nears the water, everyone beginning to set up their towels and the picnic blankets you bought. Everyone helps out, and before you know it, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Seungcheol, Seokmin, and Seungkwan are ripping off their shirts and running towards the water. You watch them with amusement, standing up to shimmy out of your shorts and shirt.

Vernon looks at you, speaking, "You were able to get a swim suit?" he asks, confused considering your conversation with him last night. You smile somewhat sadly, and Minghao, sitting next to Vernon, can't help but notice.

"Uh, not really," you mumble, looking down at your black bikini. "I think Jungho just never knew about this one so I didn't get rid of it, and it was just shoved in the back of my closet or something. Anyways, I'm burning and I really want to get into the water," you conclude, turning around without giving Vernon a chance to respond.

As you run off into the water, Minghao turns and looks at Vernon him. "Who's Jungho?" he asks, shameless about his curiosity.

Vernon frowns as soon as he hears the name, and Minghao wonders just what kind of person this Jungho guy might be. "Just some ex. A really shitty one," Vernon murmurs, looking out at the sun. Minghao feels something uneasy churn inside of him. He gives Vernon that look, which tells him he wants to know more. "Like he just sucked. Didn't treat her right and shit. I didn't like him at all. None of her friends did. He tried to get her to throw out all of her swim suits and stuff because he didn't trust her at the beach or some bullshit like that."

"Goddamn," Minghao hisses, leaning back on his hands as he watches you play in the water. You looked like you were having so much fun—you were so at ease. He wants to chide himself for looking at the way your skin glistens in the sun, your bikini hugging your body in all the right places and in all the right ways. He knows he shouldn't be thinking about you like this, especially when he's only just met you a week ago, but that isn't to say he hasn't missed your quick glances. The way your eyes dart towards him, his body, his eyes, his lips, and quickly jump away when you realize he's caught you.

You feel the same way, he's sure of it. Minghao knows you feel the same tingles, the same sparks, the same rush of pure happiness when you see each other.

His thoughts are interrupted by Joshua speaking. "He made her throw out her swim suits?" he exclaims incredulously. "Insecure much," he mutters under his breath, and Minghao laughs along with that. "Good thing he's just her ex now—that sounds horrendous."

"Agreed," Minghao replies while Vernon nods, standing up to pull off his hawaiian shirt and top. "I'm gonna go into the water," he tells the rest of his friends before jogging lightly, following in your faint footsteps.

You're feet hit the water, and you stop in your tracks as you take a few moments to get used to the temperature change. You're looking up to see Seungkwan and Jeonghan waving you over to around twenty feet further into the water, but you call out to them to tell them to wait a second as you just melt in the feeling of the water against your toes. You stand there for a few moments before you hear a familiar voice coming up from behind you.

Oh. My. God.

You don't even want to turn around because you're scared of your reaction to seeing him shirtless—god, you aren't even sure if you'll be able to contain yourself! You think if you pass out, you'll just have to blame it on the heat, but still, how are you going to be—

"Hey," Minghao says cooly, stepping next to you in the water and holy crap, he's toned and he's practically glowing in the sunlight, the shadows hugging every peak and curve of his chest, his arms, his hands, his collarbone, his v-line—oh my god you need to stop. Practically ripping your eyes away from the wondrous view that is Minghao's body, you're forcing yourself to look up at his eyes (not that it's any less of a view—his eyes sparkle just as much as he does).

"H-hi." Did you just stutter? No fucking way you just stuttered. You think you might have to drown yourself right now. "I thought you were going to stay around with the others a bit longer," you say sheepishly. Minghao smirks at you, and he thinks now is his chance to try and fluster you up a bit more.

"Well I can't just let a pretty girl go into the ocean by herself, now can I?" he replies smoothly, taking a few steps in front of and waving you to follow him, and you would only if you hadn't just stopped breathing. How could he say that so casually!? How could he—wait. Wait! He just called you a pretty girl. He thinks you're pretty. Xu fucking Minghao finds you pretty, and he's saying it to your fucking face. You actually might die right now.

You can't even formulate a response, just tearing your gaze away from him and smiling shamelessly at the ground as you follow behind him slowly. Mission accomplished, Minghao thinks to himself, and something inside of him goes batshit crazy by seeing you so smiley and undone.

"W-whatever," you finally say as the water near to your hips as you two start nearing the others guys who are currently splashing each other with water. Minghao watches them, and get an idea, playfully splashing some water your way. You jump back quickly, eyes widening before you gasp. "You did not!" You quickly splash water back, but Minghao seems to see it coming and he moves out of the way. "Get back here!" you yell, running after him as he nears Mingyu, hiding behind the larger boy. With your eyebrows, you pay no mind to this, continuing to splash water everywhere, hoping that at least some of it will get on Minghao.

Mingyu puts his hands up, eyes scrunched up as he tries to block the water that's inevitably going his way. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Not me! Not me!" he cries out as the others laigh.

"Get Minghao!" you call out to the other boys who catch on quickly, joining you on your rampage against Minghao. Eventually there's just so much water splashing everywhere that within minutes you're all spent, gasping for air as you all try to rub the water away from your eyes. Once your vision is no longer blurry, you blink hard a few last times before turning your vision towards Minghao again and holy hell, you didn't think he could look any hotter than he did sitting in the sun but wow. His hair is wet and hanging low on his forehead but it's so messy and so hot and all you can think about is running your fingers through those locks yourself and making a mess in your own little way and—okay stop, you can't be thinking about this, especially not in public.

It takes a moment for you to fully calm yourself down before you're laughing with the other guys as they start to play a new game. You try to ignore the butterflies you get whenever you near Minghao, but it's a painfully hard task. You grow to accept the feeling as the minutes go on, simply existing alongside the bubbly feeling instead of pushing it down.

The next hour is spent in and out of the water, everyone else eventually joining those of you in the water, and you find that time is passing faster than you can even think. Time with them is fun, it's carefree, it's liberating, it's refreshing. Once you're all too tired and too spent, you're trudging back to the little spot you all have set up as everyone begins to pull out the food they packed. As you snack on your lunch, the fourteen of you sit in a circle and talk about the plans for the rest of the day.

"Let's play beach volleyball," Wonwoo suggests after everyone's finished eating, and it's no doubt that everyone else pretty much agrees immediately.

"Yeah, I saw a court in that direction, and I'm sure we'd be able to find a ball," Jihoon adds on as everyone stands up.

"I think i'll stay behind," you tell them all, leaning back on your hand as you fan your face with the other. "I'm kind of tired and I think I just need to sit down for a bit," you explain.

"That's okay, but you sure you won't be lonely," Vernon clarifies as he stands up.

You shake your head, but right before you're going to respond, Minghao speaks up. "Don't worry about her, I'll stay behind too." God, someone save you—your poor heart can't take much more of this.

"Oh okay, great!" Joshua says happily, the others standing up as well to go follow Jihoon to the volleyball court. "Catch you later!" You and Minghao wave at the rest as the drift off into the distance before being left in the silence that sits between you.

Minghao speaks first. "It's nice that you came, it's refreshing to have someone new, especially if they're like you."

You raise a brow at him, turning your body so that you're completely facing him, legs crossed as you lean forward. "Like me? What does that mean?"

Minghao gives you a sly smile, like he was expecting this. "Fun. Easy-going." He pauses. "Pretty."

"Is this your way of flirting or do you just enjoy being very direct about what you're thinking."

He laughs at that, throwing his head back. "Nice one. Those two are actually the same thing for me, so take that as you see it," he says with a shrug. You're face is on fire, and you're sure he can tell by now. Minghao catches on and he leans forward. "Is it working?"

"Maybe it is," you murmur nonchalantly.

"I think it definitely is," he shoots back with yet another smirk. God, you can't do this anymore. He's just so close to you and you don't know if it's because it's hot or if you're flustered or whatever but you're burning and not thinking straight and before you know it you're leaning in so close that you can feel Minghao's soft breath on your lips, stopping right before you two can connect.

It's the silent words now: kiss me, kiss me Minghao, and you almost think that this is true love when he leans in immediately after, heeding your silent requests.

Minghao's lips are plump and soft and taste slightly salty from the remains of the ocean water, in contrast to the sweet way he's got one hand cupping your chin. His thumb strokes at your skin and the touch is so light that you think you might go insane, gripping onto one of his biceps as you try to ground yourself in reality—in this moment, that you're scared might almost just be a figment of your imagination.

News-flash, it's not. In fact, this moment is very much real, very much happening, and very much one of the closest things to heaven you've experienced.

When you pull away, his hand is still on your chin and yours still rests on his arm. "I won't lie," you whisper, "I've been thinking about doing that all week."

"Me too," Minghao admits almost immediately, the revelation sending both shock and relief coursing through your veins. You let go of his arm, finally, and he drops his hold too, but you scoot closer to him so you're not sitting side by side as you face the ocean. "We shouldn't do anything else right now," he says quietly, and you know he doesn't have to say to know what you're both thinking. "I don't think you'd want the others seeing anything."

"You're right," you say with a nod, but you still interlace his fingers that are next to you with yours on the ground. Minghao squeezes your fingers back slightly in confirmation that this is very much okay. "Do you want to get something to eat? I saw some people selling fruit on our walk through the sand," he suggests after a few moments. You nod along, shuffling through the pile of clothes that are everywhere so you can find your shorts—it's sp warm out right now that your skin and swim suit have already dried off.

While you're fishing out your shorts and slipping them on, Minghao finds his hawaiian t-shirt and slips it on, although his bare chest is still very much on display, despite your poor heart's cries for him to cover it up—no! Don't let anyone else see! You blush bashfully at your newfound jealousy of others seeing Minghao the same way you do, but those thoughts are soon pushed away as he reaches out a hand to you to help you stand up. You grab his hand with a smile, following after him as you both head toward the fruit stands at the front.

"What do you want to get?" he asks you when he sees you squinting to try and see what they're selling.

"Pineapple!" you cheer when you realize one of the stands has your favorite fruit, and Minghao can feel his heart swell at the sound. "Can we please get pineapple? It's my favorite fruit and it's the best for hot days."

Minghao smiles and nods, and your heart nearly pops out of your chest. "Pineapple and mango?" he suggests as you stand in front of one of the stalls, pulling out his wallet. You nod before thinking for a moment, pulling out your own wallet before he has a hand a hand on your waist, pushing it away. "I'm paying," and it's not a question when he says it. You slowly push your wallet back into your pocket, mind racing with the thoughts of how a man can be as perfect as Minghao.

"Okay well," you reply, pulling your wallet back out in defiance, "I want to buy some fruits for the others too," you explain. "And I don't think it's fair for you to pay for all of that."

Minghao huffs, letting go of your wrist before turning back to guy at the stall. You two end up splitting the cost of five cups of fruits before returning to the set up on the sand that you have with your arms much fuller than before. Back once you're both sitting, you chat about whatever and you definitely forget how to breathe the multiple times that Minghao picks up a toothpick and feeds you the fruits himself. There's something so domestic and so comforting about the way you both smoothly speak, move, flow—being with Minghao is languid and despite your racing heart at the thought of being with him, you feel...relaxed.

This feels right.

After around an half an hour of talking, you find yourself laying on your back as you have Vernon's hat on top of your head as you listen to the ocean. "Should we go to find them? They'll probably be hungry by now and beach volleyball is starting to sound fun," you say, sitting up and readjusting Vernon's cap on your head.

"Bored of me already?" Minghao teases, sitting up as well, readjusting his shirt.

You roll your eyes. "You know that isn't it. The fruit isn't gonna taste as good later, even if we keep it in the cooler. It tastes better fresh," you reason.

"Fine fine," he murmurs in defeat and you grin, getting up to pick up two of the cups of fruit while Minghao grabs the other two.

"You know where they went?" you ask him, looking to your left and right, trying to recall which direction the boys left in.

"This way I think," Minghao says, pointing to your left and you squint, nodding excitedly when you see some volleyball courts in the far distance.

"Wow, that's pretty far," you think out loud as you both start walking in that direction.

"Can't handle it?" he coos, looking down at you as he takes his effortlessly long strides.

You scoff, turning your head away as you feign nonchalance. "Whatever."

"I'm joking," Minghao says quickly, reaching one hand over to pick up the cups of fruit your holding so that he's holding all four now. You're about to protest but he simply turns his arms away from you so they're out of your reach.

"Thank you," you say sheepishly, holding your hands behind your back as you two begin to speed up your pace when you both realize that the fruit will grow warm soon. It takes around seven to eight minutes for you guys to reach the volleyball courts, calling out to Vernon when you reach hearing range. "We brought fruit!" you yell, pointing at the cups that Minghao graciously carried for you.

The boys run over, almost all of them in a panting, sweating mess.

"It's like you read our minds," Seungcheol tells you and Minghao, picking a strawberry and stuffing it into his mouth.

Seokmin nods along, picking up a piece of mango. "We were just talking about how we're already hungry again."

"Yeah," Chan agrees, "and I think Mingyu was gonna pass out in the next five minutes if you didn't bring him something to eat." You all look at Mingyu who's sitting across from you, legs out and upper body leaning on his arms behind him as his face is scrunched up—he nearly looks like he's dying.

"Fuck you all!" he groans, falling back onto the sand. "I swear, Jun and Cheol were targeting me! They kept hitting the ball in my direction!"

Jun laughs at that, throwing a hand up to Seungcheol for a high-five. "Damn, I didn't think you'd catch on."

"How could I not!?" Mingyu whines, sitting up again to pick up another fruit. "I was on the verge of the death because of you guys."

Jeonghan ticks his tongue as everyone laughs, "Ah, don't be so dramatic Gyu, we were just having fun. Plus, who doesn't want to win."

Mingyu grumbles as he kicks some sand Jeonghan's way as everyone retreats back into the normal conversation of the plans next. After a few moments of discussion, you all decide to go back to your set up and stay there until sunset before heading home.

Once you all make your way back, the hours are spent chatting, building a moat (Mingyu and Chan seemed especially interested in this for some reason), and playing in and out of the water. As the sky begins to merge from blue to yellow to a deep orange, you begin cleaning up. At the moment, you aren't sure who brings it up, but the word "sleepover" gets thrown around and everyone is practically on their knees, asking to sleep over at Vernon and your place.

"Why our place?" Vernon complains. "Why not Minghao and Jun's? Or Joshua and Jeonghan's?" he begins throwing out the other's names.

"Because we like yours the most," Joshua says simply, everyone nodding their heads vigorously in agreement. Vernon huffs and looks at you for help, but you only shrug—you aren't sure how to respond to this and you aren't going to pretend like you aren't a teensy bit excited about the chance of Minghao spending the night (even though there'll be 12 other guys in your home).

"You guys owe us," Vernon finally says with a deep sigh, "big time."

The car ride back begins by Vernon, Joshua, and Wonwoo yelling at all of the passengers to not get sand into the car, and while you all desperately try to heed by their wishes, it's nearly impossible. You should've expected that nothing with this group is ever especially peaceful, but you're pleasantly surprised by how every event with them somehow has you bursting into laughter until your stomach hurts.

When you all return to your apartment, it takes a messy, chaotic hour or two for everyone to sort out when they would be taking showers, realizing that you should have planned this better once you knew that fourteen people would be scrambling to try and use your and Vernon's single shower. Once you're all washed up, you're left sitting in the living room, trying to figure out how you're going to pass the next few hours. Of course, one brings up Mario Kart, and suddenly they all perch against the couch trying to see who can beat Wonwoo.

It's now when you start to feel the exhaustion of the day catch up to you, recalling how you told Seungkwan that beach days make you tired. You excuse yourself to your room, locking the door behind you before slipping under the covers and nuzzling against the pillow.

In the silence—well not really silence, since apartment walls are thin and boys are loud, but still—of your own room, you find yourself catching a moment for you to properly think. And then it all comes crashing onto you.

Minghao. His lips, his eyes, his arms, his hands, his fingers, his lips (yes, his lips again), his touch, his gaze—and holy hell do you need more. You almost whine out loud into the sheets at the thought of having to wait for him any longer, your brain fuzzy from both your exhaustion and the tingling feeling that courses through your nerves.

Your mind races through the endless possibilities of what has happened and what can happen and before you know it you're falling asleep.

It's two hours later at around 8pm when you hear your phone buzzing by your chest, hardly lifting your head to see who it is. When you recognize the caller as Vernon, you hit the answer button, putting minimal effort into lifting the phone up to your ear as you grumble.

"God, do you ever stop sleeping?" he huffs on the other end, and you can faintly hear someone in the background laugh. You rub your eyes as you push yourself out of bed, rummaging through your drawer to pick out a cardigan to throw on.

"Sorry," you grumble with a yawn. "Beach days make me tired."

"I can see that. Anyways, we're in the living room ordering takeout, so hurry up if you want to have your choice," he threatens playfully.

"Alright alright," you mumble, trying to make your bed a little neater before leaving your room and heading towards the living room. They're all there, as expected, some movie playing on the TV as Jihoon is playing something on the guitar (where the hell did he get a guitar from?!) and Wonwoo and Mingyu are playing yet another game of Mario Kart on the Switch tablet.

"And she's here!" Chan exclaims, causing some eyes to turn to you. Minghao, sitting on one of the chairs at the kitchen island turns to you quickly, and the eye contact has you turning into mush immediately.

"When you went to your room," Vernon begins to say, distracting you from your thoughts and placing a hand on your shoulder, "I thought you were just going to chill for a bit. I didn't expect you to be napping."

Seungkwan comes in and swats Vernon's hand away from you. "You're so judgemental Sollie! Let her be!"

"Thank you Seungkwan!" you agree immediately, turning to raise an accusing eyebrow at Vernon. He rolls his eyes and steps away, holding up his phone which has the food order on the front screen.

"Hey, I'm ordering your food!"

You step back, putting your hand sup in surrender. "Okay fine! Fine! What are we getting tonight?"

"Mexican!" Jeonghan calls out. "It's my treat!" Everyone cheers as you tell Vernon your order, sitting down on the ground in the living room as everyone bunches up in the middle to begin discussing the next big problem you all have—sleeping.

It seems like no one quite thought this out earlier but your apartment is small and fitting fourteen people into this space seems near impossible, especially when you know that they'll all insist on you sleeping alone in your own room. It's a hassle to pull out all the extra pillows and bed sheets that you have, everyone trying to clear space to make as many makeshift beds on the ground as they can.

Somehow, you're all able to fit eight "beds" in the living room, Chan and Seungkwan being the lucky ones to squeeze into the extra space that Vernon has left on his bed and Jun and Jihoon calling the spots on the sofa and arm chair. From there on out, time seems to pass easily with the thirteen of them, and you're starting to understand how Vernon's been able to be their friend for so long. The hours pass quickly and by ten p.m., you're spent and tired from the day—too tired to go on.

Before you know it, you're helping them all make the final touches to the makeshift beds, bringing out as many extra comforters as you can in hopes to make sleeping on the ground a bit more comfortable. Bidding goodnight, you wave to them all and retreat to your room, but not before staring at Minghao for maybe a little too long. He stares back, of course, and anyone else would miss it, but you don't—the way he nods slightly, before turning away to say something to Jun.

III. OUR DAWN IS HOTTER THAN DAY

It's eleven when you hear the knock on your door, and it's embarrassing how quickly you scramble out of bed to open it. On the other side, as expected, is Minghao. You're pulling him in without a second of hesitation, grabbing his neck and slamming his lips onto yours hard. His hands are making their way onto his hips immediately, moving up and down along your waist and torso to feel every inch of you that he can. You've both been waiting for this for ages, and it's about time you lose control.

"Hao," you whine softly as he presses you into your wall, his tongue running against the corner of your mouth. His only response is kissing you deeper, teeth clashing as you seek to explore every last bit of each other. Minghao swears he feels his dick twitch at the way you call him by his nickname, his fingers tightening their hold on you.

"You'll drive me crazy," he murmurs, kissing down your neck as you run your hands up and down his arms to feel the curve of his arms.

"That's the—ah—plan," you grunt as you sucks at one spot on your skin. Minghao continues peppering your skin with kisses before you feel like enough his enough, intertwining your fingers in his hair and pulling his head up so he can look at you. "Can I suck you off?"

Minghao is, undeniably, taken aback by your forwardness, and while his head his telling him to take his time with you right now, his other head is telling him to give in. In any other situation with any other girl, he would be denying you, taking his time to at least finger you first but he's been too pent up and too horny since the first time you kissed him to say no.

You're surprised when he quickly nods—you aren't the type to dive right into this kind of stuff but Minghao has been doing something that's reconnecting the wires in your brain, causing the overwhelming urge to sink to your knees for Minghao to crash into you.

The second you're on your knees, you have your hands on the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down at once with his boxers to reveal his length, long and pretty and hard with a bead of pre-cum dribbling off the end. You reach up, holding the base with a hand as you look up at Minghao to meet his eyes.

"Fucking hell," he groans, throwing his head back before you reply with a hiss.

"Quiet! They can't hear," you remind him, before adjusting yourself on your knees so you're in a better position to prod his tip at the front of your mouth. You drink in the way Minghao's breath hitches as your lips wrap around him, tongue swiping at the tip softly before pulling back.

"Don't—" he takes a deep breath, "don't be a fucking tease."

"'m sorry," you mumble, pulling your head back. "Can't help it." You kind of mean it and you kind of don't. Honestly, you aren't sure what to think—all you want to do is make Minghao feel good and do it now. Minghao notices the desperate glint in your eyes, and he takes this chance to wind his fingers into your hair, pulling it back into a makeshift pony tail so he can move your face in the face that he wants. The thought has you both going down into a spiral.

Minghao looks down at you so intensely that you think you just might cum from the look alone, but then he's speaking. "You okay with this?" he asks quietly, running a thumb along your lower lip with the hand that's not holding your hair back.

"Yes," you reply almost instantly, and your eagerness has his eyes darkening—you can see it.

"Fuck," he groans, leaning back again while he takes your hand that isn't wrapped around his length up to his thigh. "Tap twice if you want me to stop, 'kay?" You nod quickly, hoping Minghao will get the idea that you're beginning to grow impatient.

Message received, it seems because before you know it, Minghao is guiding your mouth back to the tip of his length, so you can take him in. Once you have your lips wrapped around him, he pushes you forward more, causing your eyes to widen as you realize he's nearly hitting the back of your throat. You take this as your chance to do exactly what you've been aching for, and you begin to bob your head back and forth.

The moan Minghao lets out is near perfection, and you're immediately encouraged to push more, to push deeper, to do whatever it takes to make him make that sound again. You're about to do it again before you feel your hair being tugged so that you're fully pulled off his cock. "Fuck," he chokes out, looking down at the sight of you with red, puffy lips and blown-out eyes. "Do that again," he demands, and you don't waste a second before you wrap your mouth around him and push down as far as you can. His hand is pushing at the back of your head, his soft words from above encouraging you to go harder to go deeper because you're his angel and he knows you can do it.

God, the words that are spilling out of his mouth are downright filthy but they're messing with your head and before you know it your moving your head back and forth in sync with Minghao's hips that are snapping forward slightly, causing him to batter the back of your throat. It's not the most comfortable feeling but the discomfort definitely not what you're thinking about when you hear Minghao's pants—his soft groans that escape his lips now that you've got him so desperate.

There's drool running down your chin and it's so messy but it's so hot and it has your pussy aching but you can't even think of relieving yourself—not when you can feel the vein on the understand of his dick against your tongue, not when his hand is laced in your hair with such a tight hold you think you might just pass out, not when you know he's so close to his release within minutes all because of you. "Fuck," he grunts again, snapping his hips once more, particularly harder and sloppier this time. "I'm gonna—fuck, I'll come soon."

Your jaw is aching by now but it doesn't compare to the throbbing you feel in your panties—god, you're going to go crazy. You use your hand to rub whatever of his length you can't fit in your mouth, using these last few moments to let Minghao jut his hip and shove your mouth further onto him and holy hell do you love it. You can feel it coming with the way he twitches inside your mouth and you can tell he's about to come when he pulls you off of him, before you're opening your mouth wide again, eyes silently begging him: inside my mouth.

It's like earliedirtr, when you kissed, except now it's so much more frantic, so much more ecstatic—Minghao hears your silent requests and only takes a second to push himself back into your mouth. You only need to suck once or twice before you feel it in your mouth—his cum, hot and shooting down your throat. He pulls out after that, you taking a second to swallow and then lick the glossy tip, your body filling with pride at the way you see his leg twitch.

"God—fuck," Minghao finally manages to say between sputtered breaths, "You're so hot." He pulls you up by the arm as he slips his boxers and shorts back on, placing a hand on your hip as he brings you up for a fierce kiss. Your lips are all swollen and Minghao is extra gentle with the way he runs his tongue along them, kissing you so softly you almost forget that he just face-fucked you less than a minute ago. He's pressed up against the wall right now, but takes this moment to flip you both so it's you who's leaning back.

Minghao pulls away from your lips, chuckling at the way yours chases his in the few seconds after, before connecting his lips to your neck like earlier. "Let me give you something in return, yeah?"

"Yeah," you agree, nodding dumbly the second you feel his hand slip down your shorts, ghosting over your panties.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groans as he pressed down through your panties.

"Hao," you moan, as he rubs little circles on your clit over the fabric, "please, please, hurry." Minghao chuckles and usually you'd be embarrassed but then again, there's nothing usual about getting fingered by your roommates best friend while all of his friends are asleep in the next room over. Minghao still is going slow with you, taking an extra moment to slowly push your panties aside. You're growing so impatient, the throbbing between your legs getting so impatient, that you think you might start sobbing. "I've been so good, Hao, please? I wanna cum," you beg, meeting Minghao's eyes as you look up at him.

God, you're doing something to him, he thinks—you might just be the death of him. You just look so cute and so desperate and the way your eyes are already glossy has his dick hard again. The fact that he didn't even have to ask  you to beg for him is more than enough for a million thoughts to be racing through his mind, but in all honesty, the only thing he wants to focus on right now is making you come.

"Angel, fuck," he murmurs, into your skin, placing a kiss on your collarbone as he uses one hand to lift your shirt up to your neck so he can hold one of your tits, the other hand running through your folds so he can coat his fingers in your slit. "You wanna come?" he coos, prodding one finger at your entrance, and he thinks he might tease you a little longer but then he sees how quickly you respond and it has his resolve crumbling. He sinks is finger in and it's so long and so thick and reaches places in one go that you can't even even imagine of reaching with your own fingers.

You let out a deep sigh, instinctively grinding down on his hand so that your clit is also brushing against his palm adding to the stimulation. Minghao is gentle in the first few moments, moving his finger in and out at a steady pace before you murmur his name once more, causing him to push a second finger inside. "Oh my god, Minghao," you moan, and his eyes shoot up at yours, using the hand that was at your tits to cover your mouth.

"Quiet," he demands, as he continues to fuck you with your fingers. The sound of your wetness and his fingers against your gummy walls is echoing though the room and all you can think about is how dirty and how erotic this feels, and you moan again quietly again at the thought. Minghao's fingers still inside of you at the sound, and you feel your eyes widen and tear up once more. "Be quiet, or I'll stop," he murmurs, resuming his ministrations once he sees you nod.

"Minghao," you say quietly, throwing your head back when you feel him start to play with one of your nipples. "Feels so—so good," you hiccup, doing your best to keep quiet. He's fucking into you ruthlessly now, the pads of his fingers hitting spots you didn't even know existed, and you know your end is close by the way your vision nearly goes white. You grind against his hand harder, and Minghao picks up on the subtle movement.

"Gonna cum?" he breaths out and you don't even have it in you to say anything, your only response being your quickened movements. "C'mon angel, cum for me," he whispers into your ear and maybe it's his voice or maybe it's the way his fingers have you seeing stars or maybe it's the stimulation of your clit against his palm or maybe it's everything combined but you're cumming hard and fast within seconds around his fingers, and holy shit you think that might just be the best orgasm of your life.

You're left panting as Minghao's fingers slow down inside of you, twitching every few seconds from the overstimulation, before he's pulling them out of you and your panties completely. You want to hide your face, looking away when you realize how wet they are. "Why're you looking away?" Minghao asks, grabbing your chin so you can look at him. "It's hot," he tells you with a shrug, bringing his fingers up to your mouth, raising a brow. You're slightly embarrassed, yes, but you'd be a fool to try and deny him, opening up your mouth and suck your own wetness off him when he presses his fingers into your mouth.

After you swirl your tongue around him a few times, he pulls his hands back, replacing his fingers on your mouth with his lips, kissing you sweetly. You bring your hands up to his hair, moving your lips in unison as he places one hand on your waist, pulling your shirt back down to cover you.

"That was fun," you finally say when you're both pulling away.

"You're gonna drive me up a wall," Minghao mutters under his breath, taking a small step back. "But it was." He's silent for a moment before speaking again. "I'm gonna head back—wouldn't want anyone to wake up and find out I'm not where I supposed to be."

"You think someone would wake up?"

Minghao chuckles, and you feel those butterflies again. "You were pretty loud," he says, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of your neck.

"Whose fault is that again?" you ask.

"Dunno," Minghao says casually. "He must be super hot though."

You click your tongue as Minghao walks backward toward your door. "Hmm, I'll have to agree with that."

He smiles and kisses you hard one last time before ruffling your hair. "Sleep well angel."

a/n. not even going to bother reading this through because i'll get embarrassed. dw guys i'm working on a better hao fic soon >_<

This long-distance relationship just wasn’t working for Sukuna anymore.

He can’t see you. Can’t touch you. Can’t put you in a headlock, smack your ass, bite you, or flick your forehead. At this point, are you two even together, or is this just an overpriced pen-pal situation?

He calls you clingy, but let’s be real—anyone with half a brain cell and a functioning set of eyes can see that he’s the real problem here. And the worst part? He knows exactly what he’s doing. He just doesn’t care. He does not want to be saved.

This man is glued to his phone every single minute, refreshing your messages like his life depends on it. And if you don’t answer fast enough? He turns into a grumpy, overgrown toddler, making everyone around him suffer.

At this point, it’s not just him begging you to visit—it’s his friends, his brother, maybe even some strangers off the street. They’re exhausted. They have had enough. Somebody, please, for the love of all things holy, put this man out of his misery and just go see him before they all lose their minds.

After two months, you finally decided to just surprise Sukuna. It was early in the morning, and you didn’t tell a single soul you were coming. Not even his friends— they would’ve blown your cover out of sheer relief. You missed him too, sure… just not as much as he missed you.

You let yourself in with your key, slipping inside like a thief in the night (except this was your man and your house, so..?). He was still asleep, sprawled out on the bed in nothing but black boxers and a tight black T-shirt that was clinging to him a little too well.

And this? This right here is where you questioned everything.

How did you pull this man? Seriously. What divine force was on your side that day? He looked so damn good, it was criminal. His tattoos. The way that shirt stretched over his muscles. The black boxers. The absolute mess that was his pink hair. It was all too much.

You wanted to jump his bones on sight, but you contained yourself. Barely.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you gently rub his back, whispering softly, "Sukuna… baby, wake up." He doesn’t move a muscle. When he’s asleep, he’s as still as stone, completely unreachable—unless, of course, the air shifts in the room just right. Then, he’s up in an instant, sharp and alert, like a predator on the prowl. But right now? Nothing. Not a twitch.

You try again, your voice softer this time, "Love... baby... Suku... wake up... mm, I'm here..."

At the sound of your voice, he stirs. A low grunt escapes his throat, and his eyes flutter open, but the confusion on his face is enough to make your heart melt. He blinks, disoriented, as if trying to process what’s real. And in that moment, you can’t help but smile. He’s so adorable, even in his most groggy, unguarded state.

The fact that you—just you—can see him like this, can call him any type of names and still think he's the cutest thing alive, fills you with a warmth you didn’t know you needed.

He groggily shifts, trying to register what’s going on. But when his eyes finally meet yours, that familiar spark of recognition flickers in them. It’s like everything else fades away.

“Y/N?”

His voice is always deep, but in the morning, it’s something else entirely—low and rough, the kind that you can feel vibrating in your chest.

“Did you miss me?” you tease, a small smile tugging at your lips.

For a good thirty seconds, he just stares at you, blinking slowly, his red eyes still heavy with sleep. And then—without a word—he grabs you, pulling you down onto the bed with him.

The hug alone could’ve crushed you. His arms lock around you like a vice, his grip unrelenting, like he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go. His face remains serious, unreadable—but inside? Oh, inside, he’s jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas morning.

He is this close to giggling, to kicking his legs like a teenage girl with a hopeless crush.

But he won’t. Absolutely not.

Instead, he just holds you tighter, burying his face in your neck, pretending like he’s not about to combust from how happy he is.

You can feel the way his breathing evens out against your skin, like he’s grounding himself with your presence. His nose brushes along your neck, slow and almost lazy, but there's a little tremble in the way he exhales, like he still can’t believe you're actually here.

“I thought I was dreaming,” he mutters, voice muffled into your shoulder.

You run your fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp the way he likes. “You always say that when I show up.”

“Because I never think I deserve it,” he says, so quietly you almost miss it.

Your heart clenches.

You pull back just enough to look at him. His eyes are still heavy-lidded, lashes fanning over flushed cheeks, but there's something softer in them now—something he only shows you.

“You’re ridiculous,” you whisper, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “You’ve been acting like a feral cat in a thunderstorm for two months straight. I was afraid your friends were gonna start sending me ransom letters.”

That earns the tiniest twitch of a smile. Barely there. But you caught it.

“I wasn’t that bad,” he grumbles.

“Oh, you were worse,” you laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Suddenly, he pulled back—and in one swift motion, yanked his shirt off and tossed it somewhere across the room.

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

He smirked like the devil himself. “Now that you’re here,” he said, voice dropping, “let’s get down to business, woman.”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “Business? I just got here.”

“And I’ve been waiting months,” he said, already reaching for you again. “You think I’ve been sitting here practicing patience and self-control? No, sweetheart. I’ve been suffering.”

“Suffering?” you scoffed, though your cheeks were already warm.

“Agonizing,” he corrected, deadly serious. “Like a man dying in the desert. And you—” he pointed at you dramatically, “—are the only oasis that can quench my thirst.”

You stared at him.

He stared back, completely unapologetic.

And then you burst out laughing. “You’ve been watching those trashy romance dramas again, haven’t you?”

“Shut up and take your clothes off,” he growled, yanking you back into his chest.

--

Well, he put you through it.

The second things started, he didn’t let up—wouldn’t even let you move. Like he was trying to make up for all the time apart in one night. No breaks, no mercy. Just Sukuna, with that feral look in his eyes, making it very, very clear just how much he’d missed you.

When it comes to sex with him, there’s no such thing as “taking it slow.” He’s intense. Greedy sadistic bastard.

By the end of it, you were completely spent—legs shaking, voice hoarse, body humming with overstimulation—and he? He came so hard he passed out on top of you. Just collapsed like a full-grown jungle cat that wore itself out hunting. Arms wrapped around you, dead weight pressing you into the mattress, and a low satisfied grunt rumbling in his chest.

So yeah. He missed you. A lot.

You laid there for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath, hair a mess, skin sticky and flushed, heart still racing. His head was tucked into your neck, breathing deep and slow, already asleep.

You shifted a little beneath him, tapping at his back.

“Sukuna. Hey—get off, you’re heavy.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch.

“Suku. Babe. You’re crushing my lungs.”

A beat of silence. Then, a soft, almost childish grumble: “Mine…”

You blinked. “What?”

He nuzzled deeper into your neck, voice sleepy and muffled. “Mine. Stay still.”

“You’re literally crushing me—”

“Die then. Still mine.”

You snorted, trying not to laugh, even as he wrapped one of his massive arms tighter around your waist like a damn seat belt. It was useless. You were trapped. Claimed. Claimed by a half-conscious, overgrown menace of a man with not enough self-control.

“…Fine,” you sighed, brushing his hair back from his face. “But if you drool on me again, I swear to god—”

Extra:

3 hours later...

You were still drifting between sleep and reality, body aching in all the right places. Sukuna was no better—completely sprawled beside you, arm draped over your waist like you were his favorite plushie. His breathing was slow, warm against your shoulder. He hadn’t even moved yet.

Eventually, he lifted his head groggily from your skin, eyes heavy-lidded, hair wild like he lost a fight with a thunderstorm. Lips red and swollen, scratch marks visible on his chest and neck. He looked wrecked.

In the best possible way.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of him.

“Why are you laughing?” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep and pure bass.

You were about to answer, still giggling like a fool under the covers, when—

BANG.

His bedroom door slammed open.

“Oh my god, it’s too early for this—Sukuna, please, stop moping—” “Bro, we brought you breakfast ‘cause you haven’t eaten in like, two days—” “IF YOU’RE GONNA DIE OF HEARTBREAK, DO IT QUIETLY—”

The room exploded with voices as Uraume, Gojo, Geto, and Toji stormed in like a damn intervention squad, expecting to find Sukuna in his usual spiral: half-dead, face-down in takeout, and angrily listening to toxic love songs.

What they didn't expect… was you.

Or him. Completely naked. Tangled up with you in the aftermath of what could only be described as biblical levels of destruction.

They all froze.

Eyes wide. Mouths open. Silence like a slap.

Sukuna sat up, completely bare-assed and utterly unfazed. He looked over his shoulder at them slowly—murder in his eyes, sleep still in his bones.

You scrambled, yanking the blanket up to cover your very exposed self, cheeks flaming.

He didn’t care. Not a blink of shame.

“Get the fuck out,” Sukuna grunted, dragging the comforter up higher over you—only you. His back muscles flexed like they were doing it on purpose. “You can scream later. She just got here. And I’m not done.”

Geto immediately spun on his heel. “Nope. Nope. I saw ass. I’m out.”

Gojo gagged dramatically, covering his eyes. “I think I just went blind. Why is your whole spine flexing like that?!?”

Toji just whistled low, grinning. “Damn. No wonder he’s been out of commission.”

Uraume didn’t even flinch, deadpan as always. “Do you want me to bring water or a priest?”

“DOOR.” Sukuna roared.

It slammed shut behind them.

You lay back down, breathless with laughter, still hidden under the blanket. Sukuna rolled over, eyes half-lidded, grin spreading across his stupidly handsome face.

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an: i had a plot and I lost it so.....

*looks around* hmm..seems like your inbox is a lil empty..

Bakugo + Midoriya having a threesome with the reader? ;’3

Midoriya & the reader are in a relationship but Midoriya has kinda had a fantasy about having you & Bakugo at the same time, so eventually Midoriya tells Bakugo this and they arrange a time to do it.

all you get is Midoriya bouncing you on his cock, giving a nice, warm load inside of your cunt and once he pulls out, Bakugo licks and cleans up the mess Midoriya made inside your pussy 🤭

-🩸

WHOO.. that'll do it. 😮‍💨/pos

two man job.

It started with a dream izuku had. You and your boyfriend lying in your bed, you had your face nuzzled into his chest eyes shut as your breath was steady. Your body rising and setting as you breathe rhythmically, izuku didn't notice this little detail about himself until you pointed it out one time. He sometimes tries to match his breathing with yours, he feels as if your souls are connected when you two breath in sync. Its silly really but honestly sweet in its own.

Izuku kisses the top of your head shoving his nose in your hair inhaling your sweet smell deeply as he closes his eyes to go to sleep. Honestly izuku hadn't realized he even went to sleep, this was one of those times where his dream felt a little too....real.

Everything was slightly foggy yet so surreal. The colored were the same, the setting the same as your bedroom. The sheets messy and being clutched tightly by small hands, shaking and being rocked back and forth just as the bed izuku happened to be sitting in as well.

He looked around before his gaze settled upon...you. your face being shoved into your very own sheets, ass in the air as you were getting your back blown out. Your sweet moans ringing throughout his ears as you stare directly at your boyfriend. He was horrified. But....also turned on?

No..this can't be real. His poor cock twitching and straining inside of his shorts. He focused his gaze back onto you, tears filling your eyes as loud grunting can also be heard above you, the same hand that held your head down into the bed following the rough movements of your body's.

Izuku let's his eyes slowly trail up, following where the arm led only to find his very own best friend staring directly at him with the most shit eating grin ever. A deep chuckle leaving the disheveled blond, strands of his light hair sticking to his reddened forehead as he sweat. He had his hand gripping your hair and lifting your head slightly so izuku could see you better.

Tears falling down your face your eyes glossy and struggling to keep eye contact. Rolling back and spit even dripping down your chin, it looked as if you were in heaven.

Izuku was in utter shock..there was no way in hell he could fuck you better...you hated katsuki. Well, not hate. Just strongly dislike. Regardless of how funny he is in your opinion, you seem to hold alot against him.

Izukus eyes went back down to his cock, it was leaking so much pre cum it's like it had a mind of its own.

“ go on, deku.. let ‘er suck you off.”

His head whipped back up to where the deeper voice came from, he looked to you seeing your mouth wide open with your tongue lolled out a small smile on your face as your hair was being pulled. You tried to stutter out as much words as you could, telling your man to let you have it. Katsuki cooed to you calling such filthy names like a 'slut' and a 'dirty girl' ..... his dirty girl.

Now that just wouldn't do... In izuku and katsuki fashion, it only made sense to your boyfriend to have his way with you....your mouth at least.

But just as it begins, the night never lasts long enough. Poor izuku was woken up out of his dream before he even got it out of his pants. His cock hard and at attention begging to be stroked. He groaned and stretched as you giggled, his eyes slightly opening fogging up his vision all around you.

You looked like an angel in his eyes, even with your lazy and sleep ridden look. You were perfect. That little smile on your face as you shook him awake one of your hands on his chest while you stared down at him.

“ morning sunshine.”

Izuku snorts as he relaxes in your touch, his eye sight bettering as he blinks a couple of times. Long lashes batting as he offers you a love filled smile.

“ good morning, beautiful.”

His voice was always deeper when he's just woken up or even when he's extremely tired and sleep laced his voice. It's always a good look for him. You giggle and plant many kisses to his freckled face making him chuckle beneath you and pull you on top of him.

You straddle his hips not quite letting your pelvis meet with his, because of this you don't notice his "morning wood".

“ you must've slept well, hm?”

You question him, he blinks a couple of times fully aware of his problem. He figured you were clueless to it and decided to beat around the bush.

“ hm, why do you say that, love?”

You giggle and ruffle his already messy and bed ridden hair. It was getting quite long, izuku thought to himself. Regardless you wouldn't quite let him cut it, and boy were you a force to be reckoned with. Once your mind was set on something you couldn't quite let it go so easily. You preferred his hair longer, especially after his whole half shaved head phase.

He chooses not to call it a phase considering it was more of a forced thing, but y'know.

“ ah, my hair.”

“It only gets like this when you sleep like you haven't had a good sleep in eons!”

You joke to your lover, both of you laughing together before you get out of bed. Izukus quick to sit up and try to have his shorts wrinkle so it doesn't look like he's hard. Despite the truth.

“ c'mon, let's get something to eat before we head in.”

He nods as you head towards your bathroom to do your daily routine. The two of you stayed on your college campus along with more of your peers from your highschool days. With there not being much to do regarding heroism for izuku he's been studying hard for other things.

It made your heart wrench thinking he may not get to live the dream he always wanted which is why you personally strived to use your power for good. For him.

As your day is long and feels as if it'll never end, classes taking forever to end and time going as slow as it ever could. You're finally released, however you have extra work to do. You hated when your teachers gave you extra things to do like the work itself isn't tiring.

It was lucky though you had a study group of your friends; katsuki, izuku, kirishima, and more! You always had fun with them, they had an amazing way to make even the most boring things fun. The jokes they told, the snacks you'd eat, and just spending time with one another. You never wanted it to end.

As you were filled with joy and laughter from the sweet time you were sending with your friends, izuku on the other hand had his nose buried in his textbooks. His mind was hyper focused on the dream he had...what really cracked his mind was he couldn't quite figure out if it upset him or not...

From them on it was a common thing for izuku. While the dream never reoccurred, the thoughts of it did. The vivid daydreams getting more frequent and even more realistic. You and katsuki were sitting at your table, you on top and him, surprisingly in his chair, just chatting it up like you do. Nothing out of the ordinary.

It's not uncommon for izuku to watch you, everyone knows this. Since the war izuku has picked up on some habits that haven't disappeared despite the passing years. Being hyper observant is one of them.

Izuku watched you two closely, everything seeming normal for him until....the thoughts started rolling in. His brows furrowed as they clouded his brain, nothing else seeming to be able to get through to him besides the smutty images he imagined.

Suddenly out of no where, katsuki stood up his chair sliding back with the loudest screeching noise against the floor. He looked you deeply in your eyes, his warm hand squeezing your bare thigh and going underneath the skirt you decided to wear today. It trailed in-between your thighs, going to touch and grade the sensitive skin and even snap against your panties.

His thumb circling your cunny, feeling the print of it out and rubbing gently. Soon he started to slowly move closely to your cunt, lolling his tongue out to lick a stripe up your panties and then quickly moving them to the side. He delved his tongue inside of you the second he could.

You there your head back spreading your legs open as wide as they could before katsuki decided to throw it over his shoulder, katsuki managed to peek up over your leg and stare izuku directly into his eyes sending a shiver down his spine.

How could katsuki do this....eat his girlfriend out in front of him?! Was he mad? Izuku held so much anger from his past regardless of how much he said he didn't....anger filled izuku, and so many more emotions as well, ones he didn't want to think about any longer. How could katsuki do this.

Except.....he didn't. None of it was true.

As izuku hastily stood up making his chair scrape against the ground loudly catching the attention of everyone in the classroom. Everyone suddenly shot their attention to an enraged izuku, he looked so upset and sweaty breathing heavily as he stared directly at katsuki.

A confused katsuki however couldn't believe what he was seeing. In all honesty it was funny to him. Popping a smirk he stood as well scoffing and looking izuku up and down.

“ somethin’ wrong?”

It was clear to you that katsuki was just teasing, but to izuku.....

You quickly pulled izuku out of the class, a still humoured katsuki following. He was breathing heavily and visibly upset. You couldn't explain your boyfriend's actions and to tell the truth neither could he.

He couldn't even look at you, you had taken him to he library. There was a hidden spot where some people would hang out, it was quiet and unseen but the cameras. Hidden behind some bookshelf's that had been moved some time ago and became a regular handout spot, one of the volunteers who had seen the three of you walk in quickly came to the back before anyone got a word out explaining the Library would shut soon.

With a quick nod you address your boyfriend, what was that? Why was he acting this way? He'd been this way for a while and he hasn't spoken to you or even tried to at all. It was concerning. You didn't know why the fuck katsuki was there.

“ I.... I'm sorry. I don't know what that was.... I don't know what's wrong with me.”

He was breathing heavily and let his head hesitantly fall onto your shoulder which absolutely broke your heart. You whine and hold him close kissing his head and telling him softly that it's all okay, that he just needs to talk to you.

As concerned as katsuki was, he refused to let izuku sulk like this. He's been through far too much to not talk to you guys.

“ spit it out. what's wrong with you.”

Izuku sniffed, raising his head from the comforting spot on your body and rubbing his eye. He sighed heavily staring at the two of you, how you stood next to each other staring right back at him with almost the same expression.

He was scared. He couldn't explain to his girlfriend and his best friend that he had a sex dream about the two of them, it turned him in terribly so that its been clouding his brain like a reoccurring fever. He couldn't just down right say that now could he, you would think he was disgusting. Disgraceful. Disgrac-ting!!

He sighed once more straightening up and clearing his throat, before speaking.

“ nothing, nothing! I... I'm fine. I just needed to get out of there, y'know?”

Neither of you believed that bullshit. The look you both gave each other said it all in fact. You seen that katsuki wasn't gonna let this go however, just as he opened his mouth you slapped his shoulder and turned back to your boyfriend. The blond obviously upset about why you'd just hit him.

“ okay izuku. we trust you.”

You give him a polite smile and he chuckles kissing your cheek and thanking you, saying he'll see you later and walking away to retrieve your bags left in the classroom.

“..... you fucking joking? no we do not believe that wack ass shit.”

“ I know dammit but he must've been embarrassed, whatever it is he might notve wanted to talk about it publicly.”

As you give katsuki a knowing smirk you quickly haul off to your dorm. He only groaned before following you out of the shutting library.

You had your boyfriend alone once more, stroking his messy hair a few strands of the beautiful green mix coiling around your fingers bringing a small grin to your face. He leaned down to kiss his forehead waking him from his half sleep daze, he brings his attention up to you wide eyes blinking a few times before he smiles widely at you. He had such a beautiful smile and his slight smile lines and he eye crinkles that formed when he smiled hardly was absolutely perfect to you. He was the cutest.

Your smile falters as you think about the events that happened not too long ago. You really were worried, it wasnt like him to experience anything like that...anymore. maybe he was getting war flashbacks? It upsets you that your mind always jumps to the horrible experience you were all put through as kids all those years ago, but who knows. Maybe his past still haunts him.

“ zuku.. ”

His smile slowly fades, the tone of your voice, the way you looked so seriously at him. He definitely knew what this was about as he sighed and already shoved his head into the pit of your neck inhaling your sweet scent and shutting his eyes, unbeknownst to you to keep his tears back..

“ ..do y’wanna talk about what happened?”

Another breath leaves him, a small mewl as well. It was weak and extremely feint but full of embarrassment and even sadness. Dare you say: you could tell.

“ I'm sorry...i caused a scene.”

You hear him hardly even whisper in your ear. His voice was groggy due to the lack of talking he had done and he was certainly repenting himself for the way he let his mind be easily fooled by himself. Unknowing how to tell fiction from reality.

“ ‘ku, I don't care about that. are you okay? what really happened back there, you seemed as if you wanted to lunge at katsuki.”

You were trying to instigate what exactly happened without upsetting him. You didn't want him to take anything the wrong way, you just felt like you had to see if he was okay. But you swore to yourself if he told you it was nothing you wouldn't push....for now.

“ I just.....”

Suddenly his brain ached. He didn't know what to do, it wasn't as if he could just tell his girlfriend about his dreams and apparently now fantasies! It was disgusting of him, let alone the fact that in each one he was some sort of cuck who couldn't even touch his own girlfriend!

Maybe that's why he was so quick to rage.... i mean sure seeing someone else do things to your partner, no one wants to really see that. but maybe it was the fact he himself never got to touch you in these smutty daydreams.

The realization hit izuku hard, had him thinking and whatever little tears there were evaporating. He was still stuck in thought, hardly hearing the way you tried to snap him back to reality by softly calling his name.

“ izuku..?”

“ izuku.”

With a small 'huh' leaving his lips, he moves from your neck to face you, those beautiful eyes seemingly filled with light again.

“ oh, sorry. i forgot what were we talking about...”

Izuku gave you a weary apologetic smile, all wobbly and adorable. You couldn't hate him even if you were to just so happen and try. You smile back at him giving a couple of kisses to his sweet baby like face.

“ I was just asking what happened earlier.”

And suddenly the feelings of embarrassment came flooding back to him. He didn't know what to say, but as he looked in your eyes he could tell he was safe with you. So with a heavy sigh he grabbed your hands and squeezed them tight, bringing them up to his lips to place a few gentle kisses to the back of your hands and across your knuckles.

A small giggle leaves you whilst you await for his answer. He was hesitant, his mouth opening and shutting in a goldfish like manner. He gulped down before looking taking his gaze away from you, he felt better like this. As if he could speak to you if you weren't looking at him; judging him with your eyes.

“ ....I keep having these.. sort of dreams I suppose.-”

The only thought in your mind right now was how you were right..but no...you couldn't smile yet, he might see and get upset..

Izuku paused for a minute trying to find his words, how he should tell you.

“ they...they're really uh, graphic...? you could say.”

“....in what way.”

Dammit..you just had to ask! Now he couldn't really beat around the bush regarding the lewd details!

“ mm.. in an inappropriate way.....I guess.”

Huh. Well that's definitely not what you thought he would say that's for sure. You figured it'd be similar to something else....

He seen the way your face contorted from confusion to surprised. He was sick to take his eyes off of you once more, he couldn't handle the way you looked at him so intensely...

“ it uh, started as a dream you could say and....kinda morphed into sorta daydreams..?”

“ uh huh?”

“ they..because constant and more frequent, even when I didn't want to think about them they'd take over my brain!”

He squeezed your hand a few times in between his speech. You figured the reason he kept pausing was to keep himself level headed and to refrain from rambling, he had a knack for that and you guessed the cute factor about him never really disappeared.

“ well...what were they about?...were they about me?”

You asked him, it's not like you were going to judge him. He didn't need you to really reassure him too much on that, it was just a little scary for him to figure out how to tell you....all, of the details.

“ yes! yes, they were— ”

“ oh! good.”

Good? Why good? Would you have hated him if they were about anyone else? If they included anyone else? Of course you would, what type of question is that. Any normal person would resent and despise of their partner if they found out they were thinking about someone else and getting turned on from it! He felt his stomach swirling, this definitely wasn't any butterflies he's experienced before... He groaned for a sec before his eyes shot to you, much without thinking of what he was saying

“ why good... would- would you hate me if it was with someone else..”

His thoughts becoming a reality, almost like he was interrogating you himself. At the sudden switch up, his eyes filled with clear sights of fear you had to quickly come up with an excuse

“ oh, well....not good I guess just. I'd prefer to y'know? be at peace of mind knowing you think about me.”

He hummed at your response nodding his head slowly as his eyes trailed away. That was a fair point of view he figured...

“ was it about someone else?”

His eyes blew wide and they flickered from you and the wall he was previously staring at to keep himself calm.

You scoff slightly not upset just more....surprised. you've been surprised alot this evening that for sure. However izuku took your scoff the wrong way, immediately jumping up and into your lap, pushing you back and stammering on his words to find an excuse or a reason for you to understand what he was trying to say. Rambling on and some of his words even being incoherent.

“ wellimeanitsnotthatiwasttryingtoupsetyouipromiseitwasntistaboutyouiswearifitmakestoifeelbetteritevenhadkacchaninityknowicantcontrolthesethingsificouldipromiseiwouldonlythinkaboutyouiknowthatsnotanokayexcuseijustneedyoutounderstandiloveyousomuchpleasedontleavemeyoudontunderstand— ”

You could hardly even understand him. But what you DID hear however, was katsukis name.

“ hold on..”

He immediately stopped, looking down at you with those pretty ass eyes of his. They were full of regret, love and so much more. He was so damn expressive and emotional his eyes could tell everything in a second. You held his face staring him deep in the eyes as you pulled him closer, ketting your forehead lie on each others

“ okay...slow. down. I cannot understand you when you ramble like this zuku! I do recall hearing katsukis name though, elaborate on that.”

As you let go of him, that only being a tactic to try and get him to understand and calm himself, you try to get him to talk about the mention of katsukis name. As that was really all you understood.

Izuku crawled off of you, a new feeling taking over his body. He didn't want to explain anything but...he really did have to. He felt like he needed to, like this was a secret he couldn't keep from you any longer.

“ I had a dream about you and kacchan.”

This time as izuku spoke he was completely serious, trying to keep his cool as he stared you directly into the eye. You figured the dream he must've been referring to wasn't that bad...until it dawned on you...

He said before that he had an "inappropriate" dream....mind you, as he said they were kind of about you; the first thing your mind did wander to was maybe a sex dream or maybe fantasies of him having sex with you in one of your teachers classrooms. But..that wouldn't explain why he nearly blew up at katsuki earlier that evening...

“i— ”

“ do you have fantasies about me having sex with katsuki?!”

Oh fuck. Why for the love of everything nice and sweet did you have to word it that way. Now he feels and practically sounds like a pervert! He blushed a bit turning his face away from you as he let a whine of defeat out, there was no hiding it or even beating around the bush anymore.

He nods slowly not able to keep eye contact anymore.

To be honest you didn't know what to say. I mean what should you say. You can't exactly say it's okay but on the other hand....

You grab his hands and he suddenly faces you in shock. Were you not upset with him?!

“ zuku... do you want..that?”

It was clear what you were referring to. And in all honesty, he didn't know what to say. Part of him figured he did, it was the only way to explain why it was so frequent. But he hated seeing....or, well- imaging katsuki having sex with you. Having his way with you like you were some cheap fleshlight for his use only.

He looks back to you and nods. That's all he could do out of fear his voice would fail from the embarrassment filling his body.

You sigh and kiss his forehead, a small polite smile tracing your face as you stare at him lovingly.

“ okay.”

Okay? Was that it? You were just okay with it. You weren't gonna question him? Anything about him? Why he wanted this, why he even dreamed about this?

“ I'll pull something together yeah? c’mere silly, ‘wanna hold you.”

Your boyfriend crawled into your arms laying on top of you and sighing heavily. He felt so safe in your arms. The lack of judgement you gave him, how sweet you were. He felt like he was in heaven.

The dreams were still current and neverending, waking out of his sleep with a raging hard on the hard refusal to not touch himself. He was in a conundrum.

It had been a few weeks since you and izuku spoke about it. Not to rush or anything but he figured this would be a bit quicker than that. It's not that he was like ready or anything...hell he didn't even know if he was. He had a hard time even looking at katsuki let alone talking to him since you and him last spoke about it.

He also didn't understand why katsuki didn't press him about the last time they'd spoken for real. In the library, katsuki isn't one to let things go. Especially because of how far the two of them have come, a part of him refused to ever really be apart from izuku for too long.

Katsuki had been eyeing izuku for a while. It made him feel squeamish. He couldn't look at katsuki otherwise he'd throw up.. it was really that serious. Izuku figured he must've known by now. I mean how could he not, only that could explain his eyes wandering all over him.

“ yer’ hardly eating.”

Izuku jumped eyes shakily traveling in the direction of katsuki. You look up as well, mouth stuffed with delicious fries as some movie played in the background. You were all on top of your rather big bed, katsuki near the edge and you and izuku cuddling at the top.

You turn to izuku to see his half eaten burger, izuku is an eater for real. He can literally devour anything. But he's a modest little guy, he has class. That's the only thing that ran through your mind and at the thought alone it had you giggling.

Izuku whined at your giggles and katsukis still lingering eyes. They resembled the ones in his daydreams...how he would look at izuku, piercing gaze as he fucked you or ate you out or had you sucking his dick- or—

“ leave ’em alone kats, he's a big boy he doesn't need his bodyguard watching him eat.”

You tease the blond who seemingly growls at you. He stuck out his tongue before taking a large sip from his drink.

Izuku looked back to you, a shaken look all over him. He was clearly ready but also nervous. He just wanted it to happen already...then he can check something off of his bucket list..

You sigh and hand izuku your bags of trash, he sets them on the floor beside your bed and raises up. Was this it..was it finally gonna happen. Katsuki brings his gaze from the TV back to the two of you with a somewhat calmed look. Man was he pretty when he wasn't making some fuck ass face... You were so glad he's changed his ways because it was so evidently clear and honestly attractive.

You stare the blond in his eyes and he lets his stare right back at you, he wasn't one to shy away from conflict. Your lips quirk into a smirk as you lean back and use your finger to gesture for him to 'come here' izuku watched very closely. was this how it was gonna happen..

Katsukis eyes switched from you to izuku, in more of an "are you sure?' type of way. At least you think, you were hoping he understood so it didnt ruin the moment. You nod your head to him and he sets his drink down within an instant, slowly making his way up to you.

Your eyes immediately switch to izuku, who gasps lightly at what was happening. It was finally happening. He gulped and watched closely as katsuki climbed into top of you, staring down at you as you looked directly at izuku

This certainly wasn't how his brain imagined it. You looked back up to katsuki and let your hands travel across his broad strong shoulders feeling the way they tended from him holding himself up. A small breath leaving him as he stared directly into your eyes, you trying to keep eye contact but end up hiding your face in his neck. Leading to a smirk on his face.

You lightly kiss at the blonds neck making small light noises leave him. This was fitting in your mind, it didn't seem like katsuki was the type to moan to you.

You leave hickeys in your way as you tug at his shirt that immediately comes flying off, he raised up to take it off and there you're seen with gorgeous ripples abs. It's not like you haven't seen any before I mean your boyfriend is also fucking ripped.

Katsukis skin was more fair than izukus, izuku was quite sun kissed. A beautiful tan licking all over his body. Your hand raises to touch katsukis abs like you would do izuku, but you were hesitant it was clear to katsuki making him chuckle as he grabs your hand and rubs it all over his body.

You groan and roll your eyes. There was no way you could get through this without your boyfriend. Who was absolutely frozen watching you two, you looked down at his pants to see a visible tint. His cock growing even more hard by the second, his mind was blown that this was happening.

His best friend on top of his girlfriend, that was more than enough to get him going. The realness of the situation, the fact he really had you both in front of him had his fat cock twitching through his pants. You loved how thick his cock was, how easy it was for it to make tight denim move like it was paper.

Katsuki seen the way you bit your lips your eyes not on him. He follows your gaze to see izuku already staring back at the both of you. Katsukis already shit eating smirk making izuku shudder but the way those crimson eyes stared at him..

Katsuki was quick to finally make a move, grabbing you by your calves and fire fully yanking you down making you yelp. Your eye sight quickly shot to katsuki, confused. You both said you'd take it slow for izukus sake, give him a moment to adjust to it. Izuku gasps as well, his cock jumping at the scene.

He pulled you down making your spread legs wrap around his torso as he brushed his own hardening cock right with your clothed cunt. Your shorts were rather thin and your underwear just as.

Your breath hitched as he grinds his own covered cock into your heat. Your mouth falls open, the rhythmic thrusts of his hips giving you some sort of sensation. Dare you say it felt good

Small breathy moans leave you as katsuki holds your hips close, grinding harshly into you. He groans as izukus eyes flickered to you, the way you looked up at him your eyes wide and sweet noises falling out of your mouth.

This was more like he had imagined. More like the disgusting fantasies his brain forced him to have. He didn't want to be like this...to miss out on making you feel good. He didn't want to be the one to get all upset and ruin things.

“ heard you were havin’ fantasies about this, huh? fucking loser.”

Katsuki couldn't resist the borderline degradation, it was practically in his nature. It was honestly expected.

You couldn't even tell him to shut the hell up because he was making you feel good, one of his hands that held your thighs moving up to rub surprisingly light and gentle circles into the pit of your hip. It added a slight sensation to the light pleasure you were already feeling.

Izukus eyes followed back up to katsuki, his former surprised face being taken over with anger. He wouldn't be the one to miss out and be sure as hell won't let him have his way with you.

If you were going to feel good it'd be at the hands of izuku.

Izuku got up onto his knees and was quick to harshly force katsuki down into his spot making him groan and call out, you were confused looking up at your man who had his spiteful gaze locked onto your friend. This new side of izuku was...shocking...

“ get up.”

He clearly referred to you despite his gaze staying on the blond who looked back to him with a still appearing smirk.

“ heh, did I already piss you you? didn't even stick it in yet.”

“ and you won't get to. get. up.”

His eyes this time moved to you making it more clear. You gulped down and quickly did what you were told, izuku giving you down in between katsukis legs.

He moves behind you his hands roaming across your ass and gripping the flesh in a rougher manner than he normally would, your pussy clenching on nothing at the roughness your usually sweet boyfriend is giving you. You bit your lip and looked at katsuki as izuku spoke deeply into your ear, his breath fanning the shell of it, you could practically hear his smirk.

“ spread your legs. I'm gonna eat you while you suck his cock. ’ts almost as if you wanted this more than me.”

His voice was low and basically a whisper, it's unsure if katsuki heard but the second your hand trailed up to his zipped pants izuku quickly ripped your shorts. Which kinda upset you and put a pout on your face because you liked them.

After discarding your ripped shorts he moves your panties to the side and lies down on his back, your cunt already wet and sticky. He kicked his lips and had you lower your hips onto his face. You weren't one to appreciate face sitting, you worried you would be too heavy or something. As much as izuku begged to differ this was finally an excuse to have you over his face.

His tongue immediately delved inside of you, skipping the teasing and going straight to making out all sloppily with your pussy. You stutter an "oh" as your hips grind down onto his face, he chuckled inside of your heat the vibrations around your clit having your eyes slightly shutting.

But just as you were about to enjoy your pleasure you what a dark laughter emitting from above.

“ tch, c'mon now do what you're told slut.”

You undo his pants and get his cock out from his boxers, it sprung up and slapped you against the face. Another laugh leaving the blond.

Izuku however did not appreciate the degrading. Growling around your clit and barking up to the other man

“ watch it.”

He snickers from above, already shoving your mouth around his cock wincing at the heat and wetness from your throat. He was quick to thrust his cock to try and reach the back, the feeling of you gagging on it giving him pleasure.

“ c'mon deku, she can take it.”

You quickly lift your cock off of his cock earning a displeased huff from him, you continue to stroke his cock with languid motions as you catch your breath and speak down to your lover who had his mouth full.

“ ’ts.. hah. okay ‘zu.”

Despite your dismissal it didn't sit right with him. An outsider telling you what to do.... he growled lowly his teeth gently grazing your clit and making your hips lift from his face. Katsuki disliked the lack of attention he was receiving taking his cock from your hands and gripping you by the hair making you squeak.

He leaned down and shoved his tongue down your throat making you moan into the kiss, your hips now grinding onto izukus face. Izuku held your hips so that way you couldn't move off of his face now, messily eating your dripping pussy. His pink muscle expertly licking and tasting every inch of you, bringing one of his hands down to squeeze your clit lightly. It wasn't like he needed both hands to overpower you anyways.

Your tongues danced together while he stroked his cock, grabbing your smaller hand and wrapping it back around his spot laced dick. He grunted inside of the kiss using one hand to grab your throat and pull you closer. You guessed katsuki really enjoyed the foreplay, you could feel his veiny dick jumping I'm your hand.

Katsukis cock was much longer than izukus, more veiny too. Just not as thick. The kiss broke with a string of your mixed spit connecting you two, his breath all over your face as his own reddened at the sight. You were beautiful he wouldn't lie. He liked having you like this, like you were his. Not that he was possessive over you or anything. Katsuki was glad you two chose him over anyone else, he probably wouldn't have wanted you if you'd done this with someone else.

There was something animalistic inside of katsuki that he just couldn't get past. He forced your mouth open with his hand practically hurting your jaw, you moan at the pain infused pleased and stare up at him with furrowed brows. Such a pretty look.

He was sick to take this chance to spit in your mouth, unbeknownst to izuku. Your eyes widen in shock, you were absolutely disgusted. But it's not as if you could protest, technically you had just had his tongue in your mouth. Which sits in his own mouth for like....ever. thinking about it honestly was turning you off but before you could think about it he muttered something under his breath.

“ disgusting slut.”

Low enough that izuku couldn't hear but loud enough for you to understand. Izuku couldn't really hear much over his own desperate grunts and sloppy eating style, your juices all over his face and dripping down his chin and neck. He really was nasty and you just had so much to give him. Your delicious flavor was one he wasn't giving up.

Katsuki shoved you back down into his cock, the noises of him fucking up into your throat making it's way to izukus ears. He didn't want to stay thinking about why the two of you hadn't been making much noise, besides the little mewls that occasionally left you. He knew it must've been due to the two of you kissing but he didn't want to think about the fact he practically let you fall into katsukis hands by forcing you to suck his dick

The man above you groaned his head letting back slightly as he bounced your head in his cock, you try your best to relax your jaw and honestly it was working for you. Sure it was still just as tiring since you had much more length to work with than normal but he was t nearly as thick so it didn't strain or even crack your lips.

You hollow your cheeks around the blonds cock your nose being forced into his trimmed pubes, the hair tickling your nose and you can basically smell what body wash he uses, his own natural musk aswell. It was fogging up your brain along with the pleasure izuku gave you. He smelt nice you wouldn't lie, he tasted even better though.

His own pre cum melting onto your tongue while you swirl it around his cock, he decided to take a break and see what you can really do. You slurp his dick harshly moaning around him as you substitute your lack of deep throating with your hand. Stroking his base fastly and in a swirling motion along with the hypnotic way of your tongue. Who knows , he might just cum.

You looked up at katsuki with squinted eyes, moaning all over his cock and even letting your drool deep through the corners of your mouth. There was no point in trying to hold it back, you were feeling too good and had to focus on pleasing him rather than trying to stop spit from falling from your mouth.

“ fuck.. she's got a mouth good fuckin’ mouth, that's for sure.”

Katsuki really was fighting his urges. He wanted to fuck you so badly, he could only imagine how good you'd look fucked out beneath him. Your eyes rolling and mouth agape as slutty moans fall out naturally. He bets you could squeeze him so fucking tight, you probably haven't even had anything like him.

The thought alone had him shivering and his cock twitching, he could feel his balls tightening. You sucked in his tip like it was some sort of pacifier for you. The sensitivity being sent through his body in shocking waves had him throwing his head back, his brows furrowing down and a small moan trying to escape. He brought his hand up to use the back of it to cover his mouth.

Fuck you were good, that nasty tongue of yours licking and swiping over his tip. All the precum that dared deep from the sensitive slit being licked and sucked away by you.

Izuku was trying his damnedest not to touch his cock. Not to let his thumb trace over his mushroom headed tip, his hips fucked up into nothing. Groaning with whined flowing out as he squeezed his eyes shut. Your flavour alone was getting him off

He could feel his cock leaking so much.... It was so uncomfortable to sit through but he would wait...he was the one getting to fuck you anyways, it's be worth it. To watch katsukis bitch face while he gets to fuck you deeply. Feeling your squeezing pussy milk him for all the cum he has. And boy is it a lot.

He couldn't help himself...his thoughts were wandering too far, and if this past month has taught him anything it's that he has a damned good imagination...

He palms himself through his pants, feeling his cock jolt up to the rough vibrations of his touch. Tch..to think his own touch has him moaning like this, he was so damn needy for it. He couldn't wait any longer, you've cum like twice anyways. That should be enough for now.

Katsuki was so fucking close, you figured he was. He couldn't even look at you, he feared he might shoot his load deep inside of your mouth if he did. Damn did you know how to work your mouth.

Izuku gave a light slap to your ass making you jolt forward, a slight tingling feeling on your butt as you felt his tongue licking one long stripe up your cunny like he wanted the flavour to last.

He moved from underneath you, two of his fingers moving down and weaseling their way inside of you you moan around katsuki cock once more and start slightly rocking your hips back into his fingers.

He didn't even bother paying katsuki any attention, just watching the way your ass moved back and forth on his fingers. Imagining it was his cock. He grinded his straining cock into your thigh, stretching you out as he tugs his lip in between his teeth

A shiver crossing his body as he really focused on your warmth, his cock was aching for it. Practically begging with the way it was twitching inside, and goodness you felt it. You felt it yearning against your thigh, jumping and leaking for attention. It was rather cute to you.

A shuddering moan leaves katsuki, his hand coming down to yank you off of his cock. The sound catches izukus attention, his fingers falter for a second as he looks up to katsuki who has his head thrown back still. He had to catch his breath, he was too damn close and he didn't want it to be over yet.

“ fuck.... y’ really know how to suck a dick when it's in front of ya’”

Izuku places a kiss to your temple, you keep staring up at katsuki waiting for something. Moans slipping past your lips as you catch your breath.

“ so good baby, such a good girl.”

You loved the praise mixed with the light degrading katsuki whispered to you when izuku wasn't paying attention. Izuku removed his fingers from you sucking them for all of your essence that coated them, not letting any little bit of you not invade his tongue

He hums and slaps your ass again, grinding his hard on against your slick pussy. He can feel the wetness slipping past the denim, the harsh feeling of his pants rubbing against your clit making you whine and arch your back, you lie your cheek on katsukis thigh making him finally raise his bead after he catches his breath.

He was badly even aware that izuku had came up for air from your pussy. The thought alone of izuku not being able to stay away from your cunt had him chuckling through his breath. Izuku let his eyes flutter shut as he enjoyed this small moment.

He could almost feel your warmth around his cock, you were so wet and it had finally soaked through his boxers and reached his very own sticky cock. There was never any need for lube or even excessive prepping, he leaked so much and so often he could just slip it right in.

With that being said he was quick to discard his pants, slipping his shirt off with ease only being left in his very soaked boxers. Katsuki laughed at the patch of wetness, it was unsure what all was his and yours but it made him laugh.

Izuku glanced up to the blond and rolled his eyes, slipping his cock out and tugging at it lightly. Katsuki glanced back down at you, you not ever looking away from him. That was honestly sexy to him. It seemed like you wanted him so damn badly. He bit his lip and squeezed your cheeks in his hands, your lips puckering out as he went down and kissed them sweetly. This was the gentlest he's been with you throughout this entire ordeal.

Izuku whined at the sight, he didn't want to but damn was it sexy. Seeing how gentle he was actually being with you. His cock was far too sensitive for the teasing, he couldn't handle it. He almost blew his load the second he glanced at the two of you

With a gulp izuku was quick to shove his cock inside of you with one quick harsh thrust making your teeth clash against katsukis with a brain from the both of you. But before you could register the pain, there was immense pleasure.

The sting of him forcing his cock inside of your pussy and the way you tightened around him like you wouldn't let go,that alone had izuku melting inside of you.

“ fuuck..~”

Izuku moaned out loudly, you gently rocked your hips against his making him whine. He was always so noisy in your pussy. Katsuki wasn't surprised honestly. He imagined izuku to be this way the second this started.

He sucked his teeth before gaining your attention again, you opened your eyed and watched as katsuki looked between you and his cock signaling you to suck without him having to say anything.

You did exactly as you were told and wrapped your mouth around him, the warmth he once knew coming back even better. He winced and gently jerked his hips up into your mouth, still letting you do what feels natural to you and taking what he needs. Katsuki knew he wouldn't last long but he was going to make the most out of this.

He figured izuku couldn't last that long either. And buy was he right. Izuku was literally floating away hardly even in the moment with how good you felt wrapped around his dick. And it was just twitching inside of you, his hand had snuck around your waist and tummy and started swirling your clit between his fingers making you whine and throw your ass back harder, it wasn't an option for you to not cum. That's all izuku wanted; was for you to feel good, he only ever wants that.

You can't the second you felt it signaling. Groaning loudly and letting your eyes roll back while you paid full attention to katsuki. Bobbing your head up and down on his messy spot covered cock, bubbles forming from your mouth and his dick, it was so disgusting.

You weren't used to the sloppy head all the time, sure izuku got nasty sometimes but damn did this take a slice of the cake. You brought your hand down to play with his balls and earned an earnest groan from him, his own eyes flickering to the back of his head.

Katsuki looked to izuku who seemed to have ascended, and honestly he didn't blame him. He could only imagine the tight tug of your pussy not wanting to let his cock go, the way a frothing ring formed around the base of his cock from how much you'd cum around him.

“ hah...fuck.— ”

Katsukis breath hitched as he watched the way izuku fell apart inside of you. It must've been that good. Izuku suddenly brought his attention forward his eyes locking with katsuki, a small smirk flickering to katsukis face and a chuckle leaving as well

That enraged izuku for some reason, the way he imagined this; your first time all together. His brain kept making it like katsuki would have his way with you. But look at him, letting you take it in your mouth. Because that's all he can do. All he'll ever get from you. He'll never get to experience and taste the sweet taste and exquisite pleasure from you. This is all he'll ever get to have from you and izuku absolutely relished in it.

A shit eating grin forming on your freckled boyfriend's face, his former subby face leaving. He was really in this moment and didn't want to let it slip through his fingers

His thrusts got harsher inside of you, his hips slapping against your ass with such force leaving a stinging feeling with each hit. Katsuki simply watched with a smirk. Izuku groaned and tried to keep his dominance.

He was the one getting to feel you milk him, he was the one having you bouncing on his cock, he was the one making you cum over n over. Not him.

He didn't know how badly he needed this, it was amazing. The both of them were close and only God knows why neither of them haven't cum yet. They also know if you knew the reason was because they wanted to see who would cum first, you would burst out laughing. It was a sacred thing for them. A little battle amongst friends.

Izukus stern face faltered at the sudden convulsing of your cunt. You were massaging his cock just right all of a sudden. And goodness the way your gummy and gentle walks rubber the sides of his cock from every way. Its only now dawning on him that he's actually inside of your body..he's closer to you than anyone else in the world ever will be.. unless you have his kid. That would probably beat him.

Izukus moans suddenly started flowing back, sweet sounds streaming into your ear like a beautiful song.

Katsuki was also feeling it, the way the inside of your cheeks felt as you followed them all around his cock. The warmth of your mouth and the wetness of your spot and the harshness from you sucking him, like you're really trying to suck the cum out of him. He wouldn't be surprised if a whore like you is actually trying to do that. Suck all of the cum he has to give you straight from his balls. The thought alone made his cock twitch in your mouth.

Your tongue lolling out and swiping underneath his cock and making him shudder. He didn't know you could even do that but damn did it feel good.

Both of their eyes fell from each other to stare at you before going back to each other, crimson and emerald eyes locking onto one another once more.

They were both struggling to hold back, izukus moans much louder than katsukis more breathy ones.

They wished this could last longer, they wished they could keep battling on like this for longer. But izuku knew you must've been tired, taking his cock for as long as you have and your jaw must've been growing sore along with your tongue from the sucking. this has to end eventually.

Izuku tried to slow his hips in hopes to let this last longer, to make him last longer but....he came. A loud whine leaving him as he squeezed his eyes shut. His head Beginning to hurt from the brain shattering orgasm. But as much pain as he felt, he soon felt lightheaded, like his body had grown lighter while his cock pulsated his thick sticky cum deep inside of you.

“ oh..~ fuck— !”

Katsuki won whatever little battle they were having. But even then he soon came too, his much thinner squirts of cum shooting to the back of your throat while he kept thrusting. The back of your throat going sore and you began choking on his cum.

As you pulled off and coughed some of his cum even squirted in your eye making you squeal. Izuku had long pulled it and watched as his cum came rushing out in a stream of white sticky cum. He scoffed, pleased with his work before he looked up to see katsuki wincing and checking to see if your eye was okay.

“ ’m fine..”

You try pushing katsukis hand way and izuku almost comes forward before he forces you to look at him, to your surprise; grabbing his very own previously discarded shirt and wiping your eye. Despite his harsh hold on your face he was even more surprisingly gentle while handling your eye. He blew on it lightly to see if that would help and...it did? Holy hell. This was a side to katsuki you'd never seen and probably won't ever be graced to see again.

As sweet as it was to see..izuku fucking hated it. It's not that he was upset he was being gentle with you, or even that he was helping you. Well, maybe a little. But it was more so that izuku normally would hold you close tell you how good you were and even did for him, how proud of you he is and more. Kissing you lightly and lulling off to sleep together. The perfect ending.

But, no. Katsuki was there. He kissed your forehead which had your eyes widening and honestly your cheeks warming. It's not like you were now in love with him or anything but it was really kind of him.

Out of no where katsuki flipped you over, making sure to be gentle with you he couldn't help himself. He gentle kisses down your tummy gripping your body and spread your legs, licking the cum from giru cunt and shoving his tongue inside. You threw your head back and izuku was absolutely in shock. How disgusting of him...

He licked and slurped all of the cum that fell out rubbing your clit and actually bringing you to another orgasm. Izuku huffed with his kith wife opens and eyes wide. What the fuck.

As katsuki let up a smile on his face as he gave you a swift kiss letting you taste not only your boyfriends cum by your very own arousal on his tongue and his lips. You never took the moment to actually notice how much softer katsukis lips are.

He whispered softly to you that you did good taking the both of them, that he wasn't surprised a little whore like you could even do it. Maming you both chuckle together, his forehead leaning against yours. Sweaty and moist but with a deep breath you grew tired from the contact.

Izuku scowled at the two of you, getting up and figuring be can do better than that grabbing you a warm towel and wiping his leaking cum from giru thigh and sensitive cunny. The warm towel making your cunt spasm from the sensitivity and gentle touch of him.

You look to your lover taking your head away from katsukis and give him a lovesick smile, all tired and sweet. He came forward and kissed your head, grabbing you and lying you back against the pillows before grabbing his earlier discarded shirt and putting it back on.

Izuku actually walked to his closet and gave katsuki...one of own sweaters. He scoffed at the thought of izuku still having it. Looking up to him and putting it on before he zipped his pants back and shoved his shirt in his pocket along with his hands.

“ ’f you needa bag I can give you one.”

Izuku said groggily not looking at the blond as he scratched the back of his neck, his voice was low and nothing above a whisper that could get across in respect of you sleeping, your unconscious body rising and setting with the deep breaths that you took. As calm and relaxed as you were you would soon feel the harshness and consequences of your actions later.

“ nah, don’ need it.”

Izuku nodded to his friend with a forced smile and turned back to you, throwing the towel into the dirty clothes hamper you had beside your open closet.

Katsuki looked at you and his face softened more than it already was, a smile following with it. You were alot more adorable and pleasant to be around when you were unconscious and fucked out.

“ gonna head out. text me.”

With a half assed nod izuku gave, katsuki left shutting your door quietly behind him..

Izuku sighed heavily raking his scarred calloused hand through his sweaty and curly hair. He didn't wanna really think about anything, just climbing in bed right next to you and kissing your lips gently. You sleepily scoot closer to his warmth and mumble something that he didn't quite catch.

“ thank you for this.”

You hum with a smile and a slight nod for your head.

“ it'll never happen again.”

Izuku huffed out, it's not that he as jealous but .. he couldn't quite explain why he had felt such sudden disdain for his best friend. Maybe it's because of how he got to see you in a vulnerable estate. Or maybe he was just possessive to put it simply. Who knows.

After dark thoughts about pornstar!eddie…who gets fired from porn…

Because he’s great at sex, but bad at porn.

So. So. So bad.

He’s incredible at eating pussy, but incredible because he does it with his whole face completely buried in his co-star. Like fully submerged in her folds, as though she’s his breathing apparatus.

And it’s great for her, but terrible for camera.

They have to keep stopping him, telling him he needs to pull back, they need to see her pussy and they can’t with him in the way.

But much like a dog that’s been told to leave a treat where it is, he keeps edging closer, moving back in little by little until he’s right back where he wants to be and they’re calling “CUT” again.

And the girl is getting frustrated cos, like, she’s about to actually come and she looks at the director like, “do me this solid, please.”

So he finally lets Eddie get her off and just films super tight on her face and her trembling legs so that it’s obvious just how real it really is.

And so they can move on already.

Then they’re filming the fucking, and again Eddie is fucking like he would fuck in real life and the way he fucks in real life is Not. Good. Porn.

He’s not like slamming into her without any care, he’s not just using her to get off, he’s like trying to make it good for her. And it is very, very good for her. Like so good she’s this close to giving him her number once they wrap for the day.

(Her boyfriend of six years be damned)

And once they do wrap, he’s not quite “fired” but he is pretty sure he’s not gonna get hired again.

Except then the movie comes out and it BLOWS UP. People are obsessed—women are buying it in droves (who knew women even WATCHED porn?) and the VHS is backordered to shit, so the distribution company is like,

“We gotta lock this kid into a contract now.”

I can’t fucking stop being utterly transfixed by this gif I think this is how cocomelon babies feel when they see dancing strawberries

ITS PURRIN

UHM DADDY??? IM SORRY, DADDY??????????? HELLO, DADDY??????? DADDY?!?!!?!!!!?!!?? EXCUSE ME, DADDY?!?!??? PARDON ME, DADDY?!?!?!??!??? DADDY?!?!??!!!????????

“is this okay?” 

when eijirou looks up from his phone, you gesture to the outfit you’d just put on for mina’s party. 

“y-yeah,” he coughs, clearing his throat. the flush in his cheeks deepens. “you look incredible.” 

“and you’re okay?” you ask. “if i wear this out, i mean.” 

eijirou’s brows pull together as he blinks at you, seemingly trying to figure out if he heard you right. he sounds a little offended when he says, “babe. you’re not seriously asking me that.” 

when you don’t immediately respond, he crosses his arms. starts soapboxing a little about how it’s his responsibility, as a man, to challenge toxic masculinity and the patriarchy. and telling his girlfriend what to wear is being part of the problem, not the solution. 

then, he scrubs the back of his neck with a big hand, somehow managing to look both sheepish and cocky when he adds, as an afterthought, “..... and i can fight.”

Hey Writers of ATSV, STOP letting White Men off the hook and expecting me to clap.

The fact that Miguel is repeated dehumanized and called an animal even prior to him snapping but George Stacy's scenes are written completely sympathetic towards him -

It doesn't sit right with me. Look at this:

They call Miguel an animal in the opening scenes.

At this point, he's not a threat to anyone but Vulture. In this scene, Miguel is doing exactly what he's supposed to do as Spider-man.

He gets called an animal.

Two pages later it's literal George Stacy holding a gun to his daughters face, and yet it's written completely, 100% sympathetic towards him AND ONLY HIM.

Which like..... Girl... Let me adjust my spectacles because I cannot be reading this right.

He's pointing a loaded gun at his daughter. Gwen is undoubtedly more scared than she's even been in her entire life.

She's confused and desperate, one of our main characters is going through a traumatic event.

The script though? It only cares about George and how he was 'betrayed by his little girl'

As if Gwen isn't her own person.

As if Gwen didn't just save dozens of lives. In a situation where the police could do nothing.

Had Gwen not been there, the police would not have been able to handle Vulture. The threat is subdued - yet he still persists.

It doesn't matter that she just saved multiple lives. It doesn't matter that she's not a threat - or that she's his literal daughter.

What matters is how hard this is for the adult white man with the lethal weapon in his hands.

The scene SHOULD be written from Gwen's point of view. SHE'S the victim.

But no, the white male cop is going through it due to his own emotional incompetency so let's focus on that while calling Miguel an evil animal.

In ATSV both George AND Peter - the two white men in the movie - let Gwen down. They either put her in danger or do nothing as they watch.

George points a gun at her. Peter watches Miguel as he physically assaults Gwen and puts her in the machine, exiling her into homelessness.

Then, he gets to go home to his wife and kids, not even mention to MJ that Gwen and Miles were both assaulted and are now missing. And instead he whines about how he's 'not good at this mentor stuff'.

In ATSV the White Male characters repeatedly fail the people around them with no consequences at all - even from a lot of the audience.

And yeah - Peter Parker is completely neglectful.

To the point it's not okay whatsoever.

I've seen MULTIPLE people say that 'Peter is justified in not helping Gwen during the Go-Home scene. Because Miguel was obviously violent and he's probably scared of him plus he was holding MayDay.'

Which is an excuse that ignores the fact that it's pitiful that GWEN a teenage girl facing homelessness - who is likely weaker than both Peter and Miguel - is more willing to stand up to Miguel than PETER PARKER.

It ignores the fact Miguel would NOT attack a fucking baby. He's a FATHER.

But it's easier to assume the Latino man is a raging, angry, baby killer than to admit the white man is committing neglect.

It baffles me that people will really defend Peter saying 'he was scared - he didn't know what Miguel would do-'

Neither did Gwen. But she still did it.

Because she's a GOOD GUY. Because it mattered to her. Because the people she cared about were getting hurt.

She stood up to Miguel in the face of literal danger and homelessness.

Peter had nothing to lose. He make a joke and shut up when he was told.

Once again: If Gwen and Hobie hadn't come for Peter, we have NO IDEA how long he would've stayed with Miguel. We are given NO INDICATION prior to Gwen's arrival that Peter is actively going to change sides. Or is even really considering it in that moment.

Even in the script Peter shows no remorse or worry for Gwen or Miles at all.

It's as if they don't cross his mind. As if he doesn't care he led Miguel directly to Miles because he forgot he had on a tracking watch. As if what he just witnessed didn't disturb him, as if he isn't worried that Gwen is literally homeless.

All he cares about is him, and his image as mentor.

Like sir, I do not give a DAMN. I might not even give a fuck, if you will.

Shut the fuck up about that mentorship shit 😭😭😭😭 You tryna mentor niggas that's MISSING.

He's like that deadbeat dad that brought you a bike a decade ago at 6 and he still bringing it up asking you why you don't call him 'dad'. Like just because you taught Miles to swing over a year ago doesn't mean you're his mentor mfer. Miles would've learned to swing anyway cause it's literally instinctual and every person bitten eventually learns it by themselves so really Peter wtf 😐

People will scream 'But there's nothing he could do!! Miguel is too scary!!'

One: Peter is one of if not the Spider-person with the most experience. If we assume he was bitten at 18 and he's say 45 now, that's still over 25 years of experience. If he was bitten in high school, that's even more experience.

He has biological powers Miguel doesn't, plus he has years of experience over Miguel - who canonically got his powers as an adult. If anyone in that room can beat Miguel - it's him.

If you're telling me that Peter B. Parker is not only scared of Miguel but he's scared to the point he will not even attempt to question him, even though three people younger than him will - Gwen, Hobie, and Miles - that's pitiful. That's a sad excuse for a Spider-man.

Also He's Spider-Man. The whole point of Spider-man is he fights even if he isn't sure he can win.

Two: At the very least, he can show that he's genuinely concerned for the kids he wants to mentor so bad. But he doesn't even do that. Even bringing them up or saying their names doesn't cross his mind.

But once again, the white male character emotionally neglecting those around him - especially the children who depend on him - and both he are George are either shown as innocent, unwilling to act, or the script is outright sympathetic towards them.

It's easy to call the Latino man an animal but writing a scene in which a white cop is rightfully portrayed as selfish is too hard.

It's easy to call the Latino man a monster but writing Peter Parker as a heroic figure is too hard.

The racism is not just towards Miguel. It's also in the blatant favoritism the white male characters are given.

Both George and Peter actively endanger those around them and at no point do they do something on their own accord that helps anybody but themselves.

Gwen has to go to her father - by force. Gwen has to go to Peter - using Hobie's hard work.

What we NOT GONNA DO is give the white man praise when it's literally the black guy who did all the work.

Fuck - Hobie mentored Gwen TEN TIMES MORE than Peter ever did Miles. Hobie put a roof over Gwen's head and came to get her when no other person would.

Writers, stop trying to make me sympathetic towards the white men who actively hurt the people around them when there's good mentors like Hobie and good parents like Rio and Jeff.

I ain't with the shits'. If anyone is an animal in this script, it's the man who pointed a gun at his daughter.

I guess assaulting and mentally scaring children is only okay if you do it with a firearm? Or if you make this face while doing it 🥺*

(*coupon not available for the melinated)

I changed my mind i don't forgive Peter or George. Miguel who has a whole ass arc of life and death and loss gets called an animal while the white cop with six minutes of screentime gets shown as father of the year while holding a loaded gun to a child girl you must be kidding me

Maybe Gwen would be in a better mood if we let her kick their asses idk 🤷🏾

This is what I imagine when reading nerdjo fanfics

Art credits @nekozuu_ from instagram

gojo's genes are scarily strong. the silky white hair and freakishly lightning blue eyes runs in the family! satoru guaranteed his child would look similar to him, his mother, and whoever was further down the drain in his clan. he swooned and giggled when you were pregnant, ensuring you and your baby's safety for when the time comes to bring the little shit into the world. he'll be so enthralled when his child is born, spoiling him even before he takes his first breath.

imagine to his fucking surprise when the baby comes and he looks exactly like YOU. satoru sits on the cushioned chair beside your hospital bed, holding his baby while you slept—tired from birthing your sweet child. a pair of sharp blue eyes stare at the bundle of betrayal in his arms.

"a month of my hard work.. cultivating, planting you, then spending the next 9 months taking care of you and my wife." he scoffs while the baby eyes his father. "and you look exactly like your mother."

satoru couldnt help but let out a silent sob and squeal, taking every single nerve in his body not to squeeze the baby to death in a hug. he wishes you were awake—so he could jump up and down in pure ecstacy like a 3rd grader. he just loves your baby so much. after, maybe, around 500 years of bearing the same white haired, blue eyed baby combo into the world, someone finally beat the gojo clan genes.

your baby has your hair and eyes. satoru is surprised, offended and in love. yes, he loves that his baby looks like his mama but were you really so greedy to leave nothing for him?

he can only hope that your baby will be as silly, as stupid and as strong as him when they grow older.

... god, hopefully not