#perfectly encapsulates the bliss of being loved properly

[teathattast]

and if you want me to be there, then i'll be around

if you wanted to have me, you'd have me no doubt

if you wanted to ask me, ask me right now

i'm not too good at being subtle

[shotosprincess]

what if... — shoto todoroki

“ what if we kissed then? just to prove that we don’t have feelings for each other. “

summary: ever since you and todoroki started working together as pro heroes, your friends simply wouldn’t let up on teasing you two, suspecting that there was something between you—something that extended past the bounds of business.

notes: fluff ,, todoroki being flustered ( aaaa he’s so cute bye ) the bakusquad teasing and egging ya’ll on ( their dialogue is color coded so it’s easier to read ! ) ,, denki being a little bit of a busybody <3

“ ooooh look who it is! the power coupleeee! “ the sing-song tone of denki’s teasing rung through the hall as he spotted you and todoroki entering the building from a long day of pro hero work.

grey streaks of dust and ash littered your bodies, streaks of sweat and diluted stripes of dried crimson staining multiple sides on both your faces. his hair was tattered and slightly singed from the discord of an especially-messy battle, yours was tangled in a hopeless mess. a heavy sigh leaves you. that would be a pain to brush through later.

your numbed fingers, body exhausted and worn out, run through your hair in a wordless frustration. shoto tenses up noticeably at denki’s playful comment. “ denki. we’re not a couple. “

his lips raise into a cheeky, if not mildly-irritating smirk as he leans further into the velvet couch, draping his arms round the back. “ oh yeah? take your arm off their shoulder then, shoto. “

your partner’s face lights up with a rose so brilliant, it almost even matched with the rubied strands of his hair. his lips tightly purse together, sliding his arm, which was, in fact, casually resting on your shoulder, off with a hurried swoop.

“ shut it, kaminari. “ he huffs in a low, almost even threatening tone as he walks past the energetic blonde at an increased pace. you frown. he seemed so worked up over it, and for what? it’s not as if this was the first time someone had poked at you for being a “ couple “—which you were not, but you were never the one to readily disprove their remarks, though delivered in a joking manner. it’s not as if you felt anything of the sort for him...right?

so then why was it so hard to admit that you weren’t anything more than what you were on the field? it was the truth, after all.

“ jeez, what’s with him? i was just kidding. “ sticking a lollipop into his mouth, he turns to lay down fully on the couch, stretching his back out with such leisure.

your eyes followed him as he disappeared past a corner, shaking your head in confusion. “ no clue. “

it was just one of the countless circumstances in which people had poked at the two of you for your not-so-platonic habits with one another, habits which, admittedly, hinted at something...more than friendship. more than a partnership. this was nothing new.

but of course, you pushed it all away, allowing the rumours and silly hashtags and fanmade edits and youtube compilations to completely ricochet off of you. however, the same couldn’t exactly be said for todoroki. shame.

you didn’t quite know why, but he always got so unexplainably tense about it whenever someone brought the topic up. he’d curl up his fists so aggressively it’d leave crescent marks the next day, rearrange his face into a scowl—it was clear that he hated it, joke or not. honestly, you didn’t have the guts to attempt to make them stop, for you knew that if you had, you just knew that the public would somehow find a way to turn it into “ proof “ that you were dating, all because he got so riled up and flustered. which was silly, really, since it was a perfectly normal human reaction to something like this.

though you can’t help but wonder if, perhaps, he did feel that way about you, and maybe that was the reason he—

no, no, what were you thinking? he couldn’t possibly...right? you were just partners. nothing more, nothing less.

but if he did think of you like that, would you want something more?

“ oh come on, just admit it! if not to the public, then to us at least. aren’t we friends? “

“ yeah, icy hot. i mean, seriously, have more guts— “

“ ...how many fucking times do i have to tell you, bakugou...we’re not a couple. denki, stop playing around. you’re egging him on. “ shoto’s harsh tone cuts sharply through the banter between denki and the overly-intense ashen blonde, bringing it to an abrupt end. it didn’t exactly last very long, though.

“ yeah, yeah. that’s what i said about that dumbass deku, and look where we are now. “ he rasps, a knowing smirk playing on his face as he pulls his now-blushing boyfriend close.

“ not everything is about love, bakugou. “ he smirks.

“ yeah, who knew you’d be the one to turn out to be such a romantic? “ denki laughs, earning a solid punch to his arm.

“ owww! that actually hurt. “ his lips jut out in a pout, rubbing over the blooming patch of light purple.

“ oh, shut up, idiot! “

“ you know what? fine. y/n? “

you pause, perfectly still and unmoving as the coldness of his eyes burned his unknown intent into you.

“ y-yeah? “

he strides over to you, appearing only inches away within the briefest of seconds. one of his hands quickly finds a home against your cheek, tilting it to look up at him. your heart pulsates at a nearly impossible rate.

“ kiss me. “

“ what? “

“ just this once. to prove that we don’t have feelings for each other. “ he says, rolling his eyes at denki and bakugou, who were futilely trying to cover their smirks.

heat rises to your cheeks, cauterizing them with an unfamiliar flame. “ oh! uh! i—sure.“

what other choice did you have? after all, you did want to prove to everyone that there really was nothing between you and shoto. or maybe, just maybe, you were also trying to prove it to yourself?

no, no. that couldn’t be. it couldn’t.

he wastes no time. his skin, cold and smooth, fingers like porcelain streams, grasp your chin with a fast-paced elegance which sends a prominent shudder down your back. his lips hover just above yours, and the tension buzzing between you is ridiculously electric. he’s so close, your heartbeat rings in your ears and his breath shallowly fans upon your face as he peers into your eyes with his own. you allow them to fall closed.

as if on cue, his lips meet yours with a gentle, albeit fairly aggressive peck. but as soon as they do, your chest spurns with the fibres of your heartstrings, embroidering them tightly into the knots of his own tangled past. you know what he said. you know what you said—it was all to prove that you didn’t feel anything for one another.

but then why did it feel so oddly...right?

he pulls away, and your lips suddenly feel empty, deserted. the electric thrum still prickles at your lips, wanting, no—needing, more. you hate how much your body craved him, how desperately you wanted for his arms around you again. there’s too much emotion, an overwhelming influx. it is near impossible to even articulate it, at least not in a way which could ever hope to properly encapsulate the undeniable magic of the moment. you were being so damn melancholic, and that was saying something, even for you.

when his lips leave yours, you cannot help but be frozen in your simple state of bliss, utterly dazed with hazy remnants of how annoyingly addicting it was. your eyes gloss over with a sense of want, sparkling with the same glitters his icy eyes met yours with. his hand remains on your cheek, but his touch softens against yours.

your silent stare prolongs for more than just the fleeting moment, as if you were subconsciously grabbing at it with invisible arms, reaching desperately to bring each other back. that was when it hit you; the blinding realization that you did, in fact, want this. want him. and yet, you couldn’t help but hesitate. what about him? did he want this? no, no, he couldn’t possibly. after all, this whole kiss situation was only because he wanted to prove that explosive idiot wrong, that there was nothing between you two but teamwork and good quirk compatibility.

your heart stings at the minor epiphany, the thoughts piercing at your head in an endless swirl of emotions. second-guessing yourself, wondering why you even cared whether or not he thought of you that way. or at least, how he didn’t think of you that way. the tiniest shine of a tear begins to coat your lashes when—

his lips crash against yours for a second time, his hand now trailing towards your scalp, weaving through the fibres as his lips danced upon yours. your guard, your hesitation fully melting away in his arms.

but alas, you made the mistake of allowing yourself to forget that people were watching too.

“ ha! i knew it! i fucking knew it! “ kaminari’s playful voice rings like the most annoying song ( in this moment, i mean come on, you loved the guy, but right now? not exactly helping your stance of “ we don’t see each other like that “ ) as his head peaks out from the halls.

instantly you break away, pulling from each other as your hand flies to clamp over your mouth, eyes bulging wide at what you had just done. you had just kissed shoto. in front of, well, practically everyone! since when did mina and kirishima even get here?!

“ shit. “ shoto mutters deeply, thrashing his hands into his two-toned hair in frustration.

“ shoto, i—i’m so sorry, i didn’t know they would— “

“ no, no. don’t apologize. it’s my fault. i...i shouldn’t have gone for a second ki— “

“ honestly, i think i would’ve been more mad at you if you haven’t. “

“ WHAT?! “ your little audience shrieked. your palms clasped right over your mouth after the admission, face burning with embarrassment. the words left you before you could even think them through. had you really just said that? in front of everyone? how carefree can you be?

you stare into the ground, focusing on literally anything but him.

“ hey. look at me. “

you refused.

“ y/n. “ his hand goes up to your chin, making you look up at him. the pout on your face is so plainly obvious, it makes his heart twitch in a slight pain. you could almost swear you heard mina squeal faintly at the boldness of his action, considering the predicament you two were currently stuck in.

“ what? “

“ i...i think i would’ve regretted it more if i hadn’t kissed you again. “

“ you—what? “

“ i...i didn’t want to pull away. “

“ holy shit. “

“ shut up bakugou! “

“ i wanted...i wanted it to last a little longer. “

“ jeez, and i thought i was bad at confessing my feelings. pft. this is just embarrassing to watch. “

“ same here. i mean you did ask midoriya out by yelling ‘ i love you, dumbass! ‘ from outside his dorm window. “

“ hey, idiot! we don’t talk about that! “

“ shhhh both of you! shut up! we are witnessing an important romantic moment here! “

“ i...seriously? “

“ seriously. and i—i don’t know what the hell this feeling....is. but i....i just— “

“ it’s okay. “ you shoot him a reassuring smile, the same kind you always did in the midst of battle, that comforting smile that let him know you had his back. you communicated with your eyes, though usually they were bloodshot with adrenaline and smudged with ash, there truly was no need for words. not with him.

“ y/n...i— “

“ awwwww aren’t they the cutest? now kiss again! “

“ mina. “ he shoots her a lightly cold stare.

“oh come on! let us have our fun, yeah, icy hot? “ bakugou slings his arm over kaminari’s shoulder, whose grin matches that of his blonde-haired counterpart.

“ i thought i told you not to call me— “

“ shoto. “

he immediately turns to you, slipping into serenity at the sound of your voice.

“ ah shit, here they go again. we get it, you’re a cute couple! “

“ mina, i told you. we’re not a co- “ his eyes snap to yours, lips parting in a hesitant pause.

“ not a what, icy hot? “ the smirk exuding of utter smugness upon bakugou’s face only spreads all the wider.

he allows his hands to fall, taking yours within his. there is a brief, yet definite moment of silence before he speaks again. “ i mean... “

your gaze is focused on the way his hands fully envelope yours, and the unexplainable, tingly feeling you’re getting from it all. despite that, you could still very well see mina and kaminari excitedly waving and bouncing in all sorts of directions, as if they were...cheering you on? it was almost as if they were more fired up about all this than you were.

keyword; almost.

“ shoto, i— “

and suddenly his composure and poise breaks, and all that’s left is the rare sight of shoto todoroki, stuttered in a blushing, shaky mess. “ i mean, i wouldn’t be opposed to it. not—not like i desperately want to or anything, but at the same time i—i just—fuck, why is this so har— “

you rise onto your tip toes, hands encircling his neck as you kiss him. what unknown spirit possessed you with the guts to make the first move, it was fully unbeknownst to you. but you weren’t complaining, no. not in the slightest.

“ HOLY SHIT?? “

“ my baby’s all grown up now— “

“ dumbass, they’re not your bab— “

“ they’re mine. “

“ i— “

“ that is, if you want to b— “

“ well no shit, dumbass! “ you jump into his arms, squealing as you squeeze him tight.

“ good. because...so do i. “

“ i told you! “

“ shut up idiot! “

“ hey, so now can we start a fan account for you two on instagram? i’m sure it’d totally blow up! “ mina squealed with a wink, holding up her phone, already halfway through the sign up process.

“ mina! “ everyone groaned in a laughter-filled unison.

so that was it, you supposed.

you did have feelings for each other.

[yamagucji]

A present like no other

warnings. nswf, 18+, light bondage, overstimulation, dirty talk, pet play, oral and penetrative sex

in which. you are yamaguchi’s bday present

pairing. dom!yamaguchi x fem!reader

note. this is.. a little hot. i’ll edit it later.

This isn’t how he’d imagined his special day to go. He’s come home from his office job to the comfort of your bedroom— catching sight of you sprawled out over the mattress in your matching lace underwear. Has he ever told you how fucking hot that specific color is on you?

He’s frozen in place— but he doesn’t need to move, because you’re already sliding off the bed and heading towards his flustered figure. The hem of your panties moves perfectly against your skin, complimenting the dip between your thighs and your pretty cunt. It reminds him of that dream he’d had several times before, where you were caught only begging with his name as he maneuvered his tongue over your clothed clit; caught begging again when he fucked you over with no remorse. Maybe tonight will go something along the lines of that.

“You can do anything you’d like Dashi, I’ll be your little fuck toy for tonight.” His gaze flickers down to the placement of your plump fingertips against his chest, gulping at the mere touch. How are you always so enthralling? So... hypnotizing?

“Petal, I- you don’t have to do this for me,” 

But he’d love to. He’d love to fuck you over and fulfill his secret fantasies for a change. Even just the thought of you being his little fuck toy makes his dick twitch. He pulls at the knot of his tie, shifting the fabric a little from left to right as he tries to comprehend your offer. He’s sure this isn’t a dream again, is it?

“Are you sure? I’m okay with how we’ve been— you know...” 

“Hm,” you nod. “I want the birthday boy to take all the lead tonight.” Birthday boy. Lead. Somehow your bit of teasing makes something within Tadashi stir.

He lets you undress him at first; starting off with his disheveled tie, then to the buttons of his dress shirt, reaching your hand down to the buckles of his belt. But he pushes your hand away from his strap— because this is as far as you can get with the initiative. “My love, you said I could do anything I’d like, right?”

Tadashi’s voice, as usual, sounds heavenly; soft and innocent. It encapsulates his gentleness in a way that makes him seem submissive. But the moment your head nods for a little confirmation, he says the next string of words in a voice much deeper.

“Then,” he whispers, unbuckling his belt with ease, already thinking— no, knowing of where his leather strap will end up. “You’ll be a good little bunny for me tonight, will you?”

Maybe Tadashi’s just too excited. But how can he not be? He’s dreamt about this, even thought about taking total control over you (at times when he shouldn’t be). He’s simply eager to fuck your tight cunny up for his own pleasures. He finally lets gentleness depart when he hears your last hum of approval.

“Turn around,” he nearly sounds intimidating. But you follow his order without question, turning your body back towards your bed and bringing your tummy down against the mattress. You’re so obedient, unlike the other times you’ve fucked each other. He pulls your wrists together in front of you and wraps his belt around them (ironically the one you gifted him last year), before leaning his body over your back. “It’s not too tight is it?” is a question he whispers right beside your ear. Is that a floral perfume you’re wearing? He takes a whiff.

“No it’s ah-” you moan at the feeling of his hard dent rubbing against your ass. It doesn’t even take a second before he’s asking another question, tempted by your seduction. 

“You wore this pretty outfit and perfume just for me bunny? Hm, I know it’s my birthday- but I feel like I should at least give you some reward.”

Ah, it’s too early for you to be moaning like this. But fuck it does it feel good when you start to feel Tadashi’s lips against your back, kissing a soft trail all the way down your spine— and especially with the way he’s gripping your waist with a little more force than usual. He tells you to lie back down on the bed which you do accordingly, your hands now above the pillow and your thighs spread apart to showcase your clothed cunt that’s already slightly damp. You debated whether or not he chuckled or heaved a breath as he settles down between your legs; but the subtle smirk on his face makes you certain it’s the former. 

“Look at you princess, already wet for me.” 

“Y-yes...Dashi,” why are you suddenly so shy in front of him? 

Tadashi mumbles something, probably along the lines of how cute and needy you are for his cock. He lowers his face down, just barely touching your core, ignoring the uncomfortable strain of his growing boner still in his boxers and slacks. You smell just as good down there too. A gentle kiss is placed over the ribbon of your panties— before he dips nose slightly between your folds. Like in his previous wet dreams (which still remain unspoken of), Tadashi plants a small experimental lick along your stripe. 

“Hmm fuck,” you whine. “D- don’t tease me.”

The feeling of your slight jerk back up towards his lips provokes him further. This time he latches his mouth completely over to your cunt, wetting you even more with the saliva drenched from his tongue. You’re so pretty like that; squirming in pleasure as he holds you in place with both his grip and his gaze. Actually being able to pleasure you like this in real life incites Tadashi’s eagerness to fuck you over right then and there. Though before he even lets himself get off, he wants to get a taste of you first; pulling your panties in a painfully teasing manner after he’s had a couple of licks over your fabric. 

Your pussy seems even more wetter now that the fabric’s gone. It’s so fucking hot, just imagine how easy it would be for him to thrust in and out of your cunt with the wetness you’ve produced. He can’t wait any longer, instinctively lapping the tip of his tongue up from your entrance and to your clit. “Are you seeing this my little bunny? Is this pretty cunt really all for me?”

You wonder just when he’d found the courage to talk so lewdly. This is something new… a more dominant side of Tadashi that rouses you into submission. “Yes Dashi,” you nod with desperation. “Mmm, this pussy’s all for you.”

“You’re so good to me… I know just how eager you are to get your reward bunny.”

His face dips down, only this time, there’s no fabric that prevents his tongue from going between your folds. It’s so soft and warm, and it’s only a matter of time before your clit turns into a hardened nub from his slow strokes. The melodic whines you make become increasingly intense the faster he moves his tongue and lips against you; pleasurable sounds that make his own eager self hump his boner over the mattress. Eating you out has always been one of his favorite quirks for sex because this way he get’s to taste you, watch you make lewd expressions, all the while knowing that he’s the only one that can make you feel this good. You’re a delicacy compared to a simple birthday cake. 

He pulls away with a small pop. “Bunny… be a good girl for me and tell me how good you’re feeling. You want to cum don’t you?”

“Oh yes, please-” the desperation in your sinful voice makes him thrust against the bed once more. “Please Dashi… please fuck me with your mouth!”

Good girl. His lips returns to your folds once more but fuck, he’s going at a rougher pace. Tonight he’s relentless, he’s lapping your juices up from your hole over and over again and mixing it with his own saliva. He’s never gone down on you like this; sucking and nipping your little nub with force; moving back and forth from your hole to your clit; his moaning giving you the added pleasure. It’s… too much somehow, and now you’re feeling hazy with bliss. The feeling of you twitch and squirm let’s him know that you’re right on the edge of orgasm. 

Tadashi stuffing his face deeper into your wet cunt is driving you crazy. “Ah, ah fuck Dashi… so good- it- it’s too good I’m gonna…” you clench your thighs around him. The quick build up of your high brings you with overbearing pleasure, so incredibly good that you don’t even have the time properly tell him that you’re cumming. He can feel your juices gush out of your cunt as he keeps his tongue there, making sure to collect every drop of you. 

Getting to taste your juices is just the beginning of his special birthday night. You’d think he’d pause for a second to wait for your climax to diminish, but he hasn’t even used you as his fucktoy yet. Tadashi’s just getting started. 

“You’re such a good girl cumming for me… it’s my turn now, princess.” He leaves your twitching cunt shortly to free himself of his remaining clothes, his underwear, pants, and your bra joining the rest of his clothes on the floor. He’s so desperate now that you’ve got him all hot and bothered. There’s a trail of precum leaking down to his shaft— just waiting to be mixed with your own juices. You’re still heaving from your previous high, and it doesn’t help when Tadashi begins to pepper kisses all over your skin again. 

“Mmmn,” you whine from the contact of his palm against your breast. He purposefully earns himself yet another sinful moan from you by pushing his dick up against your slick folds. His dick shouldn’t feel so good just from that small pressure...no, he can’t wait any longer. 

“Bunny, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” his lips warm the side of your neck. “Hm… gonna make you feel so good with my c-cock…ah- ”

Tadashi thrusts himself full inside of you, the two of you moaning together from the pleasurable surprise. There’s no way he can go slow at this rate— your soft, wet walls clenching around him from the sudden stretch makes him go insane. Ah fuck, he’s going to go crazy. 

“Y-y/n… you’re so wet and tight,” his little moans sound contrastingly higher than the directive tone he’d used on you before. He can’t help it, your cunt is making his dick feel so much pleasure. You’re moaning and whining his name in sync, putting your arms around his neck to steady yourself from his roughness. You’ve never felt so submissive underneath Tadashi before. But the heavy slam he makes every time his cock thrusts hard inside you has you begging for a second orgasm. It’s not long until Tadashi’s quickening his pace inside you, especially not with the way he’s been holding his cum for so long. He’s whining against the nook of your neck, whining about how it’s so good and warm inside of you. There’s no better pace than fast and mildly rough, and frankly, he can’t bring it in himself to slow down. 

You feel his cock begin to twitch, and that’s when Tadashi finally indulges you into a heated kiss. It’s a little messy with the way he’s pounding into you, but he doesn’t care, and neither do you. You can taste hints of your previous orgasm from his saliva— just the perfect mix of yourself and Tadashi. 

“Hmmn... I- I’m hm, bunny, oh bunny...” he moans against your lips. Your name follows soon after in soft whines and wails, and at the same time you begin to feel your second wave of orgasm.

“O- oh fuck baby,” you part away to catch your breath. “I’m close too-”

“You’re close... princess? Going to c-come? Why don’t you come for me... okay?” his questions come out in broken staggers. He’s drowning in a pool of pleasure, barely able to form coherent sentences. Tadashi can feel his climax come right around the corner, and he mumbles, no— pleads for you to cum with him. Your soaking cunt clenches and unclenches around his dick as he releases his milk into your hole. There’s... so much coming inside you, so... warm. 

A few moments pass before he finally pulls himself out of you, with a soft whine leaving your lips from the empty feeling of your hole. A thin line of cum drips off of Tadashi’s swollen tip. But fuck, why is there so much more coming out of you? Did he really cum that much? He sits back against the soft mattress not yet noticing how his dick is still as hard as before. 

The sight of your bare chest rising and falling rapidly; beads of sweat trickling down the side of your forehead; his cum still oozing out of you. It’s all very tempting. You eventually meet his gaze and timidly close your thighs together, a little embarrassed to be showing him your sopping cunt (again, why are you so shy?).

But just as your thighs are half-way through closing in on each other, Tadashi’s pulling them apart again with his strong hands.

“More.”

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