Mistletoe Menace

Mistletoe Menace

Featuring: Sugawara Koushi x GN!Reader Content: Pure fluff! It’s holiday-themed domestic bliss with your mildly chaotic (but definitely adorable) husband Sugawara. Word Count: 1100 Notes: Written for the For Better, For Worse Collab hosted by @mrs-kurooo!

Your husband’s wedding ring catches the light as he finishes tying the knot on the last decoration in your home. He pulls his hands away from the red ribbon up in surrender, letting the green leaves sway in front of him as the hanging decoration settles in place. 

He beams at his handiwork - the placement and height are perfect. Sugawara grins when he steps down from the small step ladder to stand beside you. 

“Oh look honey, we’re under mistletoe!” Sugawara croons, pointing emphatically up at the bunch of leaves and berries hanging above you at the perfect height and placement. The movement causes the floorboards to creak.

“You gotta kiss me. It’s tradition!” Sugawara’s already leaning in close to you. The decoration still is settling into place and he’s much too eager, already trying to place his lips on yours. He can’t help it - not when he’s seen mistletoe’s magical quality and power to bring couples new and old together in a festive way. 

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warnings : fem reader, slight smut (mdni), fingering (f receiving), teasing, cursing, making out, mentions of multiple orgasms (f receiving), established relationship

word count : 0.8k

Not unlike most in Kenma’s life, the way he kisses is lazy.

Soft, pliant lips part as they press against yours, tongue dragging across your lower lip, letting out a soft, content sigh at the taste of the remnants of lip balm. With spit slicking his lips, Kenma parts your mouth with his tongue, pressing down on your own, head rushing with exhilaration at the way you suddenly tighten your fingers near his waist. The fabric of his hoodie bunches underneath your hands, and with a grin pressed against your mouth–almost smug in nature–Kenma leans into your touch. 

“You good?” he lets out a chuckle from under his breath, the warmth of it mingling with your own. 

Kenma pulls away to get a better look at you, and a thick spread of something warm and sweet fills his chest when you let out a soft sound of protest. You’re no more than a hairs-width away; Kenma’s lashes brush against your temple as his eyes flutter shut, swollen lips parting when you gently rock your hips down onto the two fingers he has buried between your thighs. 

“Aha,” he lets out a breathless laugh when you clench around his fingers, pressing them knuckle-deep and wiggling them until they brush against the spot that has your body nearly folding around his, head dropping to rest against his shoulder. 

“‘M perfect,” you mumble against the crook of his neck–nearly a groan. Your lips move against his neck, and despite the lewd way his fingers pump in and out of your cunt, Kenma can’t help the blush that warms his cheeks at the almost-innocent feeling of your mouth grazing his pulse point. 

Kenma’s eyes open to get a better look at you, and he licks his lips at the sight of your thighs spreading further apart on his lap, rocking your hips down to feel the rough pads of his fingertips pressing inside you.

His throat goes dry, and Kenma’s cock throbs against your thigh when you let out an airy moan of his name.

“Mhm. Perfect for me and my dick,” he says when he’s finally able to compose a sentence, jaw slackening with awe at the feel of your slick dripping down his wrist. 

Curling his fingers towards him, Kenma carefully watches your reactions; his sweatpants are ruined from where pre-cum beads and dribbles from the slit of his cock, and the wet spot only grows as he lets you fuck yourself on his fingers, grinding and pulling them deeper inside your cunt. He begins to breathe a bit faster, harder. It’s all Kenma can do to watch you make a mess on his lap, moaning his name so prettily in his ear for him.

“So let me ride it. Wanna feel you,” you retort, pulling away from his neck to face him. 

Your request only further steals the air from Kenma’s lungs, and at the sight of your eyes heavy with need, it’s almost enough to make him fold.

Instead, Kenma merely smirks, enjoying the way your pussy tightens around his fingers when he drags them down your cunt. “What? This isn’t enough?” he teases you, voice dripping with something akin to arrogance. As if to punctuate his words, Kenma presses them deep inside you, tongue coming to press against his bottom lip when you immediately keen in pleasure. 

“Y-you know what I mean, Kenma. Let me fuck you,” you attempt to convince him, and the increasingly needy tone in your voice does nothing to aid Kenma’s restraint. He wanted to enjoy this for a bit longer, but if you keep looking at him like that, grinding on his fingers, he knows that resolve to tease you will crack. 

Gathering himself, Kenma leans back against the couch, spreading his legs a bit wider and offering you a lazy, lopsided grin. “Hm,” he pretends to think on it, smirk only broadening as he continues slowly fucking his fingers into you. “Nah. Wanna watch you ride my fingers a bit longer.”

“Fuck you,” you immediately shoot him a glare, but the complete lack of bitterness in your tone, paired with how your slick steadily coats his fingers, only has his dick stiffening even more.

Kenma’s eyes dart to your lips, and a rough sound falls from his mouth when he imagines the sweet sounds you’ll let out when he fucks you. A strand of hair falls in his eye, but neither of you bothers to move it aside, too enamored with the moment.

“That’s not very nice to say to the person who’s about to make you cum. You should just let me kiss you instead. Wanna feel that pretty mouth of yours,” Kenma says. He leans closer, a hand moving to the nape of your neck to pull you to him. You oblige easily, lips parting to press your mouth to his in an eager, messy kiss. 

Kenma’s mind immediately melts; a rush thrills through his body, pressing rapidly against his heart until it swells with affection for you. He squeezes you closer, succumbing to the wet, open-mouthed kiss, moving his lips lazily against yours.

And, while you’ll surely complain about him going so slow, Kenma is sure you won’t be complaining about the multiple times he makes you cum, no matter how lethargic his actions. 

He likes to drag out your pleasure, after all. 

haikyuu mlist.

in the years bakugou katsuki’s friends have known him, they have learned that despite his loud and brash personality, he was a notoriously private person. he seldom posted on social media, rarely did interviews or showed up on talk shows. the media still ate him up, his evasiveness about his life outside of hero work only leaving people wondering just what he was hiding.

“are you sure this is the place, denks?”

he kept his private life hidden so well under wraps that he didn’t even tell his bestest friends in the whole wide world that he’d moved apartments. they’d found out by accident.

kaminari checks his phone again. “yeah! this place is on shinsou’s patrol route. i don’t think bakugou knows, but shin and i have seen him walk in here three times this week!”

simply entering a building on its own wouldn’t be enough to rouse suspicion. the first time, shinsou had reported that he’d seen bakugou wearing his uniform trailing behind a woman in a suit - someone from legal or pr, he assumed - and kaminari had thought it was for a witness interview and brushed it off.

the second time had been a little more unusual. it’d been bakugou on his own, dressed casually with his cap tipped low and his backpack slung over his shoulder. kaminari hadn’t had much time to think about that one because he’d been helping an old lady cross the street, so he’d just assumed he was visiting a friend or something.

the third time had been downright suspicious, because he’d seen bakugou dressed casually and carrying two bags of groceries in his arms. this occurrence had been downright suspicious, and had prompted kaminari to make a groupchat to share his findings.

kirishima glances around the busy street, humming. though it’s one of the wealthier districts in musutafu, the street is quiet, sleepy, dotted with small shops and street vendors. the closest agency is three blocks away, and it isn’t even bakugou’s. “it’s kinda far from our agency, don’t you think? it’s way off our patrol area, and his job is basically his life. why would he live here?”

“that’s what we’re here to find out,” kaminari shrugs, pocketing his phone. there’s a doorman stationed outside the building, sending the pair a polite grin as he holds the door open. “swanky place though, don’t you think? maybe i should get myself a nike deal too! then i can finally get out of shin’s place.”

___

katsuki’s just gotten out of the shower, stirring idly at the pot on the stove when he hears a knock at his front door. he flicks the heat down a notch before heading for the door to peek through the peephole.

that’s when pro-hero dynamight, number two on the hero billboards, and a role model for children everywhere, leans back and mutters, “fuck.”

another knock, a little more insistent this time. “hey, bakugou? you home? denks, if this isn’t his place this is gonna be real awkward.”

“fuck. fuck,” he glances over his shoulder at the bedroom, then back at the door. this wasn’t how everyone was supposed to find out. especially not ei and denki of all people, whose mouths were bigger than their combined iq.

he lets the analytic hero side of his brain assesses the situation first. the obvious answer is that he could just…not open the door. it’s a good, quick solution in the short term, but will still come back to bite him in the ass later. when it comes to his personal life, no wall (or door, in this case) could withstand the nosiness of his friends.

his other option was to, well, open the door. just a crack, of course. feeding the vultures a half-truth would placate them for the time being, so he could retreat and come back with a better plan.

“hey! bakugou!” kaminari cheers when he begrudgingly opens the door. “so you do live here!”

“last time i checked, yeah,” he huffs, staying planted firmly in the doorway. he treats this like he would any interview, shutting down any unwanted questions with blunt, half-answers. it’s usually enough to deter most reporters, but his friends have learned to shrug off his hostility simply because they lack any self-preservation skills.

“can we come in?” kirishima asks hopefully. “we wanna see your new place!”

“no.”

he rolls his eyes at their identical pouts. “why not?”

“because i can’t trust you both near things that can stain.” he gestures to the hall. “now can you please get out of here so i don’t burn dinner?”

“ugh, fine,” kaminari relents with a louder than necessary groan, which katsuki immediately finds suspicious, especially when the blond places a hand on his shoulder. “i gotta admit, this is a nice place, man, you did good. i’m proud of you.”

katsuki feels it a second too late– the light tingling that often precedes–

he curses through clenched teeth as kaminari shocks him with a voltage just shy of a taser, body folding as it fights the current. his so-called friends take the opportunity to push past him and into his living room.

“awe, look!” that electric dipshit coos, picking up a picture frame. “It’s a picture of all of us at graduation!”

“and look at this one! this one is of him and–” kirishima’s expression shifts into genuine surprise. “this is the head of our legal department…and you’re kissing her! on the mouth!”

of course it’s then that the bedroom door opens, three heads turning to see you walking out, toweling off your wet hair. “katsuki?”

the pro, still crumpled in the doorway, looks away as his friends do a double take, then fix him with wide eyed stares.

“katsuki!” you gasp, rushing to his side. “oh my god, are you okay?”

“‘m fine,” he coughs, letting you help him to his feet. “aside from the two ass clowns in our living room.”

“hey!”

“oh, ignore him,” you simper, pressing yourself into his side. “he loves you guys, but right now…i think he’d prefer to love you from afar. at least until our housewarming party!”

“housewarming party?!”

warnings : fem reader, slight smut (mdni), fingering (f receiving), teasing, cursing, making out, mentions of multiple orgasms (f receiving), established relationship

word count : 0.8k

Not unlike most in Kenma’s life, the way he kisses is lazy.

Soft, pliant lips part as they press against yours, tongue dragging across your lower lip, letting out a soft, content sigh at the taste of the remnants of lip balm. With spit slicking his lips, Kenma parts your mouth with his tongue, pressing down on your own, head rushing with exhilaration at the way you suddenly tighten your fingers near his waist. The fabric of his hoodie bunches underneath your hands, and with a grin pressed against your mouth–almost smug in nature–Kenma leans into your touch. 

“You good?” he lets out a chuckle from under his breath, the warmth of it mingling with your own. 

Kenma pulls away to get a better look at you, and a thick spread of something warm and sweet fills his chest when you let out a soft sound of protest. You’re no more than a hairs-width away; Kenma’s lashes brush against your temple as his eyes flutter shut, swollen lips parting when you gently rock your hips down onto the two fingers he has buried between your thighs. 

“Aha,” he lets out a breathless laugh when you clench around his fingers, pressing them knuckle-deep and wiggling them until they brush against the spot that has your body nearly folding around his, head dropping to rest against his shoulder. 

“‘M perfect,” you mumble against the crook of his neck–nearly a groan. Your lips move against his neck, and despite the lewd way his fingers pump in and out of your cunt, Kenma can’t help the blush that warms his cheeks at the almost-innocent feeling of your mouth grazing his pulse point. 

Kenma’s eyes open to get a better look at you, and he licks his lips at the sight of your thighs spreading further apart on his lap, rocking your hips down to feel the rough pads of his fingertips pressing inside you.

His throat goes dry, and Kenma’s cock throbs against your thigh when you let out an airy moan of his name.

“Mhm. Perfect for me and my dick,” he says when he’s finally able to compose a sentence, jaw slackening with awe at the feel of your slick dripping down his wrist. 

Curling his fingers towards him, Kenma carefully watches your reactions; his sweatpants are ruined from where pre-cum beads and dribbles from the slit of his cock, and the wet spot only grows as he lets you fuck yourself on his fingers, grinding and pulling them deeper inside your cunt. He begins to breathe a bit faster, harder. It’s all Kenma can do to watch you make a mess on his lap, moaning his name so prettily in his ear for him.

“So let me ride it. Wanna feel you,” you retort, pulling away from his neck to face him. 

Your request only further steals the air from Kenma’s lungs, and at the sight of your eyes heavy with need, it’s almost enough to make him fold.

Instead, Kenma merely smirks, enjoying the way your pussy tightens around his fingers when he drags them down your cunt. “What? This isn’t enough?” he teases you, voice dripping with something akin to arrogance. As if to punctuate his words, Kenma presses them deep inside you, tongue coming to press against his bottom lip when you immediately keen in pleasure. 

“Y-you know what I mean, Kenma. Let me fuck you,” you attempt to convince him, and the increasingly needy tone in your voice does nothing to aid Kenma’s restraint. He wanted to enjoy this for a bit longer, but if you keep looking at him like that, grinding on his fingers, he knows that resolve to tease you will crack. 

Gathering himself, Kenma leans back against the couch, spreading his legs a bit wider and offering you a lazy, lopsided grin. “Hm,” he pretends to think on it, smirk only broadening as he continues slowly fucking his fingers into you. “Nah. Wanna watch you ride my fingers a bit longer.”

“Fuck you,” you immediately shoot him a glare, but the complete lack of bitterness in your tone, paired with how your slick steadily coats his fingers, only has his dick stiffening even more.

Kenma’s eyes dart to your lips, and a rough sound falls from his mouth when he imagines the sweet sounds you’ll let out when he fucks you. A strand of hair falls in his eye, but neither of you bothers to move it aside, too enamored with the moment.

“That’s not very nice to say to the person who’s about to make you cum. You should just let me kiss you instead. Wanna feel that pretty mouth of yours,” Kenma says. He leans closer, a hand moving to the nape of your neck to pull you to him. You oblige easily, lips parting to press your mouth to his in an eager, messy kiss. 

Kenma’s mind immediately melts; a rush thrills through his body, pressing rapidly against his heart until it swells with affection for you. He squeezes you closer, succumbing to the wet, open-mouthed kiss, moving his lips lazily against yours.

And, while you’ll surely complain about him going so slow, Kenma is sure you won’t be complaining about the multiple times he makes you cum, no matter how lethargic his actions. 

He likes to drag out your pleasure, after all. 

haikyuu mlist.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒

˖ ݁ . ࿓ includes — bakugo katsuki, midoriya izuku, takami keigo (hawks), todoroki touya (dabi), tomura shigaraki

˖ ݁ . ࿓ content warnings — possessiveness, a little suggestive

˖ ݁ . ࿓ BAKUGO does not stand for people disrespecting your relationship by flirting with you—and in front of him, no less. he’s proud of everything he has earned in life, including you. so when someone thinks they can get away with coming onto you, he’s visibly fuming. it’s never your fault, but he can’t help but pull you behind him and shield you from hungry eyes and eager hands. most people are wise enough to want to leave when they’re faced with him, but bakugo isn’t letting them go anywhere without saying a few choice words of his own. his yelling elicits stares from bystanders but that’s the least of his concerns. before he tells them to get lost, he makes them apologize to you for putting you in an uncomfortable situation. he’s a lot more touchy than usual after encounters such as those.

˖ ݁ . ࿓ DEKU is the silent type. he thinks that jealousy is an ugly emotion and doesn’t like letting it get the better of him. that doesn’t mean he isn’t mildly irritated when someone thinks they can make a move on you. though, in order to not cause conflict, he thinks it’s best to let the situation run its natural course—ending with your rejection, of course. but he’s always ready to step in if your admirer is getting particularly pushy. while he waits for those events to play out, he’ll stand by with a cold gaze, biting the inside of his cheek to make sure he doesn’t say anything he might regret. it’s impossible to not feel that intense stare boring into you, which is usually what gets the offender to back off if you haven’t quite made it to that stage yet. izuku’s charming smile is back as soon as you two are alone.

˖ ݁ . ࿓ HAWKS isn’t one to let emotions get in the way of rationality, but he’s not going to sit back and watch someone hit on you as if he’s not there. there’s a glint in his eyes that serves as a warning to whoever is getting a little too close for comfort. but since he has an image to upkeep, there’s still a lazy smile present on his lips and he makes an effort to keep the interaction as civil as he can given the circumstances. all of a sudden he’s initiating subtle but telling touches like wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing kisses to your temple. his hope is that they take the hint and leave you be, but if they don’t, he politely excuses you both. it’s hard to tell from just looking at him and his carefree expression, but behind those golden eyes, he’s seeing red.

˖ ݁ . ࿓ DABI is incredibly possessive and does not take well to people hitting on you. he’s not a fan of people even looking your way so imagine how agitated he gets when he sees someone talking to you—making a move to touch you. he’s dropping whatever he’s doing, abandoning whatever conversation he was part of, and angrily stepping over to confront the person trying their luck with you. he’ll give them a chance to explain themselves but only because he likes seeing the realization and fear in their eyes. he isn’t above getting physical, so if that looks like it might be the case, it’s best that you grab him and go before he hurts someone. when you’re outside and away from everyone else, he’s holding your face in his hands and making you promise that you’re his.

˖ ݁ . ࿓ SHIGARAKI doesn’t enjoy sitting on the sidelines, but it’s his safest option given his line of work. he can’t afford to draw unwanted attention his way, so he’s forced to keep his distance and observe from afar (that is, if he doesn’t have the intention of causing trouble). he silently watches through strands of blue-grey hair, nails clawing at his neck or pulled between his teeth in an effort to keep himself from making a scene. one “innocent” touch on your arm or a confident whisper in your ear is all it takes to have him darting from his chair and dragging you away from your newfound acquaintance—not without sending them a vicious glare before your departure. you might not have been the one flirting, but he’ll have to remind you of who you belong to regardless. 

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"i made coffee for you, love."

strong arms wrapped around you from behind as your husband's voice whispered in your ear. you smiled and leaned back into him.

"i see that, thank you."

he kissed your neck, hands moving to your hips.

"shouta," you laughed, "we need to get ready."

"mhm," he agreed, spinning you around and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. the two of you broke apart, laughing lightly. his hands came up and rested on your cheeks.

"shouta," you whispered against his lips, "we're gonna be late."

"yep," he kissed you again, the taste of coffee lingering on his tongue.

"we gotta get ready, babe."

"but why?" he honest to god pouted, forehead knocking against yours, then resting.

"because we both have jobs."

"we should quit."

"as if, you love those kids like family."

he sighed, knowing he couldn't argue with you.

"one more kiss?"

you rolled your eyes and succumbed to the knowledge that you were probably going to have to work without lunch.

"one more kiss."

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