summary: katsuki HATES when others attempt to ask you out on a date, unless they are himself.
warnings: jealously, protective katsuki, soft!reader, you’re pretty it’s hard for people not to stare! fluff.
a/n: i love me some jealously drabbles. TYSM FOR 300 FOLLOWERS 🤍
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no matter how many years katsuki had known you for, he would never be able to get over the suffocating beauty you held, you yourself sometimes didn’t even understand it.
it was in katsukis nature to be protective of those he loved. he was known for his high guard he held around those who he was not fond of, often coming off as intimidating and standoffish. you on the other hand, meant way more to him than anyone else on the planet. (besides his mom, of course)
he simply just could not stand it when someone’s stare lingered on you for too long or a group of childish boys giggled too hard at the sight of you.
with katsukis angry, looming figure beside you, not many dared to come up to you in fear of people crushed to shreds by bakugou katsuki.
today had been different apparently. a boy, around katsukis height (maybe even shorter) had walked up to you at a cafe you and katsuki were frequent customers at.
you sat at your table alone, waiting patiently for your boyfriend who was a bit late to the cafe due to his mother wanting him to help clean up her kitchen, which he groaned about while on the phone with you.
your eyes were focused intently on your phone as you laughed quietly at a post mina had made. it was you and katsuki sitting in the U.A. dorms snuggly on the couch as she captioned it ‘grumpy stole my sunshine.’
your attention was swiftly brought away from your phone as a cough was heard from above you, looking up, you caught eyes with a boy who seemed to look nervous. his eyes were dark and he had a backwards hat on. basically, he looked like a fuckboy.
“hey! um, i was wondering if i could get your number.” he nervously scratched his neck as he turned around slightly. you furrowed your brows and followed his gaze, finding a group of boys sitting in a booth close by, phones out on display as they laughed.
you smiled, “i’m sorry but i’m actually waiting for someone.”
your tone was polite and endearing, hoping to not come off as rude or to embarrass the boy.
your boyfriend, who had been parking while this went on thought otherwise. he was ready to make a scene.
“come on, just let me get your number yeah? the person your waiting for isn’t worth it obviously if they aren’t here on time.” the boy had now leaned over you, practically climbing his way to sit beside you.
you looked at him like he had two heads and he immediately stiffened up.
the boys ears had turned red from embarrassment of being rejected by you – who sat uncomfortably in your seat.
“he is worth it, he’s just running late-” you had barely gotten your sentence out of your mouth when the boy was pulled away from you by his collar and a figure had casted a shadow over you.
“i’m fucking here, who’s this douchebag?” katsuki paused and raised a eyebrow. “let’s keep this civilized, yeah?”
katsuki turned the boy to face him with a scowl as the boy slowly realized you were in a relationship.
“shit, i didn’t realize.” the boy had pulled katsuki’s hand off of him and was starting to back up before katsuki took a step towards him.
“sure, back off and look away from my girlfriend. tell your little group that too.”
the boy nodded and jogged back to his friends that sat in their booth, jaws dropped.
“kats! i’m sorry i should’ve just toughened up like you told me too and rejected him more bluntly..” you sighed as you rethought the whole situation.
katsuki took a seat infront of you and let his expression become soft as he stared into your eyes.
“nah, don’t apologize, y/n. let’s just forget about this and talk about how good you look right now.” katsuki smirked at the end of his sentence as you blushed and laughed while reaching forward grabbing his rough, scarred hand that squeezed yours back tightly.
you knew you could always rely on katsuki.
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a/n: heyy. it’s been a while, around like what? a month or so since i last posted :’) IVE BEEN SO BUSY WITH SPORTS, SCHOOL, ETC! i’m back though and will probably write on the weekends because why not? please send in requests for mha (cough cough, my hun bakugou and more!)
☆—a/n; sooooo, yep. i’ve been thinking about this the whole weekend 🙈stahp,ik i had better things to do but nothing’s better than mha smut do we agree? which means i’ll post another two drabbles with this theme with izuku and kirishima 😈 enjoy!
“Have you – fuck,” Katsuki moaned low in his throat, thrusting his hips against you, his cock finally deep inside. “Have you ever squirted before?” He finally asked, his lips against yours. His forearms were each next to your head, his hands tangled in your hair.
You panted a “no”, your nails digging in the skin of his big, muscled back when the delicious stretch that only his cock could produce invaded your body.
He smiled devilishly and cocky at you. “Should we try it, baby?” You smiled biting your lower lip and nodding. Fuck, you loved this man.
He nipped your chin playfully before backing away on his knees in between your legs, his dick still inside of you. His big hands caressed your legs, from your knees, descending slowly through your thighs until he made it to your hips. His touch felt so soft and caring, producing goosebumps on its way over your skin.
And suddenly, the caress on your hips turned to a firm grip as he pulled you strongly against his, feeling his cock again roughly and deeply inside.
A loud moan left your mouth, your back arching. “That’s it, baby. Scream for me.”
You didn’t comprehend what was happening, his thrusts fiercely making you see stars in your vision thanks to the new pleasure you were feeling. He alternated strong deep thrusts to some more slow and sensual. You dared to, for a second, look at his face. His eyes held only one intention: devour you. You didn’t dare to look back at him again, it was too much, too perfect. When after a couple more of those deep thrusts, it hit you fiercely, like his thrusts. Your squirt wetted his chest and he smiled proudly of himself; and for you, he felt a savage desire that was making him crazy.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking gorgeous…” He growled, getting his lips closer to yours and kissing you, feeling your walls still gripping him strong. He smirked against your mouth still feeling your body spam, thighs slightly trembling on each side of his hips from underneath him. “Should we try it again?”
He. Fucking. Smirked.
You didn’t know if smile encouragingly at him or cry helplessly.
bakugou who loves it when you ride him for the first time. as a matter of fact, it’s the first time you’ve ever been on top and bakugou can’t help but chuckle at your residual fucked out expression from taking you doggy style earlier.
his hands grip your hips, guiding you until you’re sinking down on his cock with a moan. he can tell that it’s different—deeper. even after just fucking you silly minutes ago, he groans at how your walls tighten around him.
he gives you a minute to adjust, your hands grabbing at his forearms as he starts to lift you up and back down on his cock. slowly, you start setting your own pace, bouncing on his cock without his help until you’ve got him muffling his own moans.
he finally cums when you grind slow against him, leaning down to sloppily makeout as the mixture of your cum and juices leaks out the sides of your pussy.
Tomioka Giyuu - a kiss on your wrist, replying to your late night messages, brushing your hair, preparing you a bath, a promise to stay
Himejima Gyoumei - smiling when you talk about your interests, humming a song, stroking your hair, telling you a story, having arms wrapped around your waist
Rengoku Kyojuro - a warm hug, slow dancing, a kiss on the lips, keeping promises, your picture in a locket
Iguro Obanai - an adoring stare, remembering small things about you, laying a hand on yours, helping you clip a necklace on, listening to you talk about how your day went
Shinazugawa Sanemi - walking you home, preparing you food after a hard day, staying by your side as you cry, giving you a jacket when you get cold, ruffling your hair
Tokito Muichiro - comfortable silence, doodling in your notebook, gifting you a jar full of paper stars, sitting together, greeting you first in a group
Kocho Shinobu - tucking your hair behind your ear, tracing patterns on the palm of your hand, caressing your cheek, running a hand down your back, telling secrets
Kanroji Mitsuri - cute notes attached to a prepared lunch, home cooked meals, welcoming you home with a hug, cheek kisses, linking arms when you walk together
Uzui Tengen - late night drives, taking lots of pictures of you, carrying you around the house, twirling you as you dance together, forehead kisses
giyuu tomioka was always shy with his words ; either way , he always tries for you <3 with the little blushes that cover up his cheeks and the small stuttering here and there . its so cute to see his little efforts for his lovely significant other ! which by the way , is the complete opposite of him . some people wonder how someone as shy as him ended up with such a sweet person like you . your always telling how much you love him and giving him all the affection he deserves , giyuu would be a fool to ever lose you <3 as the days past by , giyuu thinks if he really deserves a person like you . with every thought of you he cant help but think that you would be happier with someone other than him . although by the end of the day , with you , sitting on his lap after a hard days work , playing with his hair and whispering sweet nothings to him .. makes all the thinking go away , youre his and hes yours . <3
Just thinking about Bakugou falling to the floor, laughing –silently, shoulders shaking– as you try to ease your son’s sadness over his own dad crying in laugh at an awful drawing the kid did of you. Artistic, you called it, which made Bakugou loose it completely.
“It’s ugly,” your five year old son says, pouting and looking deflected.
“Oh, no, honey… it’s b-beautiful!” You’re trying so fucking hard not to laugh too.
At least you have the decency to hide it, trying to be as kind and gentle with your son as possible. Contrary to your husband, Bakugou Katsuki, who is almost laying on the floor, not hiding his laughs at all. The bitch.
Your son sighs in sadness. “It’s good, honey, I promise. You just… You just have to keep it up, okay? If this is what you like, do it. Keep drawing and practicing until you feel good, alright?”
“But daddy is laughing…”
That makes your husband laugh louder and harder, now completely laying on the floor.
“DADDY DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING, ANYWAY. DON’T LISTEN TO HIM!” You yell over the strenuous laugh of Katsuki, before throwing one of the pillows of the couch at him, successfully hitting him on the face.
“Do you like it, mommy?” Your son’s pretty wet puppy eyes makes you melt.
“Of course I do. I’m going to put it over the fridge door, like I do with all your drawings, baby,” you promise as you hug your son. He hides his face on your neck as his little arms hug you back tightly around your neck.
Your eyes found Katsuki’s, who is still on the floor, crying. His eyes then find again the drawing that it’s forgotten on the floor and he begins laughing again.
