ANI ❤︎

˚୨୧⋆.˚ EDDIES-ED

she/her , 18+

black fem writer , writing about her favorite fictional and non-fictional characters/people. im bakugo's hottie and joe keery's wife. i love mha and stranger things. i would love to have mutuals so don't be shy! this blog will have nsfw as well as sfw , if you are not of age i ask you kindly to NOT interact with me!

you sighed and rolled over in your big empty bed. freshly made. you grab your phone to see it was just 3pm, sun shining. you sigh again and check the location on your long-term boyfriend bakugo who’s away on a business trip. “another week of this.. I don’t know if i can do this.”

your phone chimes as your deep in thought.

hubby💍

i miss you.

a smile appears across your face as you begin to text back, but you pause as an idea floods your mind. you smirk and grab your phone.

you prop your phone up on the window that shines right on the bottom of the bed. you drop your shorts, panties too. the cool air hitting your kitty.

you grab your coconut oil and squirt some in your hand before rubbing some gently on your pussy, for a little glistening.

you set a count down timer on your phone, pressing the button as you bend over. ass perfect round and plump, pussy glistening from the oil and the sun.

a perfect sight.

3.

2.

1.

**click**

you slide off the bed and grab your phone analyzing the photo. you smirk at the photo and open up imessage.

you

*photo attachment*

we miss you too.

hubby 💍

you tell your boyfriend of 6 months that you want to ditch the condoms and fuck RAW.

katsuki opened the drawer with a quiet click, jaw tight, already knowing what he was reaching for. he grabbed the condom, bringing it up to his mouth.

you grabbed his wrist stopping him.

he stilled.

red eyes slid down to you, sharp and questioning. one brow lifted. “what,” he muttered, low and impatient, but not pulling away. you looked up at him through your lashes, silk scarf still wrapped around your hair, skin glowing in the dim light. a slow smile curved your lips.

“i want it raw tonight.”

the room went quiet.

“…hah?” his voice dropped, rougher now. he searched your face, making sure you weren’t just talking to talk. “you sure?” he asked again, slower this time.

you nodded, lip caught between your teeth, eyes steady on his. confident. unshaken.

that was all it took.

his expression shifted..subtle, but there. something darker settling in. pride. hunger. possession. he tossed the condom back into the drawer and shut it with a firm push.

now hovering over you, he aligns himself and pushing into you slowly. he instantly groans out loud, falling onto you, “this is what you’ve been keeping away from me all this time?”

eijiro opened the drawer with that determined little nod he does, like he’s hyping himself up for being responsible. “okay, okay. gimme a sec,” he said, pulling the condom out with a proud grin. “see? prepared. manly as hell.”

before he could open it, you caught his wrist.

he looked down at you immediately, very confused. “huh? what’s wrong?”

you shifted under him, hands sliding up his forearms, feeling the flex there. your voice was soft but steady. “i want it raw tonight.”

he blinked.

“oh.” not defensive or cocky, processing your words. his ears went a little pink. “you mean like… no condom?”

you nodded.

his expression changed as he put the condom back in the drawer instead of tossing it, closing it gently.

“are you sure? you don’t gotta say that ‘cause you think i want it. i’m good either way. i just wanna make sure you’re comfortable, yeah?”

you smiled and pulled him down by his shirt collar. “i’m comfortable. i want it kiri”

his breath hitched a little at how sure you sounded. he wasted no time and slid into you. his mouth falling open instantly, curse words spewing from his mouth. “h-oly shit” he rested his forehead on yours.

“im not going to last long, at all”

izuku fumbled a little when he opened the drawer. not because he didn’t know what he was doing, because definitely he did.. but because he always got a little nervous in moments like this. he pulled the condom out, cheeks faintly pink, mumbling something about being prepared.

before he could open it, you gently wrapped your fingers around his wrist.

he froze instantly.

“o-oh—?” big green eyes blinked down at you. “did i—did i do something wrong?”

you shook your head, skin warm under his hands. you looked up at him steady, confident.

“i want it raw tonight.”

his brain short-circuited for a second.

“r-raw?” he repeated, voice cracking just slightly. his freckles darkened with the blush spreading across his cheeks. “you mean… without..”

you nodded.

he swallowed, looking at your face carefully, searching for hesitation.

“are you sure?” he asked quietly. ‘m not doubting you or anything!! just making sure. “we don’t have to if you’re not completely sure. i’m okay either way, i promise.”

you squeezed his hand. “i’m sure.”

he let out a slow breath, like he’d been holding it.

“…okay,” he whispered.

he set the condom back in the drawer carefully, he leaned over you again, pulling you closer to him by your legs. he pushed into you slowly, his nails digging into your thighs. “s-hit sorry!!” he loosened his grip as he took a deep breath.

“it feels so good, I don’t know if I can handle this.”

shoto slid the drawer open without a word.

not rushing or hesitating, just quiet and composed as always. he pulled the condom out like it was part of a routine he’d already thought through ten times.

he brought it up to his mouth, and you gently caught his wrist. his mismatched eyes flickered down to where you were holding him. then up to your face.

“…what is it?” he asked softly. you shifted beneath him, silk scarf still wrapped around your hair, lashes low as you looked up at him.

“i want it raw tonight.”

he went still. “…raw,” he repeated, like he was making sure he understood correctly.

you nodded.

his gaze searched your face carefully. he wasn’t suspicious or doubtful. just making sure you weren’t saying it to please him. “are you certain?” he asked, voice calm but lower now. “we don’t have to change anything.”

“i’m sure,” you said softly.

he studied you for another second before giving a small nod. “…okay.”

he set the condom back in the drawer neatly, closing it without breaking eye contact. when he leaned over you again, aligned himself and sunk into you. his jaw clenched tightly. his eyes still locked onto yours.

“fu-ck. this is what ive been missing out on"

denki opened the drawer with way too much confidence for someone whose hands were already a little shaky. “don’t even say it,” he grinned, pulling out the condom like he’d just won an award for responsibility. “i’m being safe and sexy.”

you reached up and grabbed his wrist before he could open it. he blinked down at you. “…wait.” you looked up at him your lip gloss catching the light. your fingers slid slowly from his wrist to his hand.

“i want it raw tonight.”

his brain disconnected for about 5 seconds. “…like.” he stared at you. “like raw raw?”

you nodded.

his ears turned pink instantly. “oh my god,” he breathed, half shocked, half flustered. “you can’t just say stuff like that so casually.” but then he paused.

the teasing smile faded into something softer. more serious than people give him credit for. “wait- are you sure?” he asked, voice quieter now. “like actually sure?.

“yes denki, i’m sure.”

“say less then!” he climbed slightly on top of you, pushing your legs back and slid in, his eyes instantly rollling back feeling the warmth.

ex boyfriend! bakugo who still has your contact saved exactly how it was. same nickname. same emoji. never opened the edit screen once.

ex boyfriend! bakugo who tells himself he’s “over it.” says it out loud. believes it for maybe ten minutes at a time.

ex boyfriend! bakugo who mutes your social media… then checks it anyway. never likes. never comments. knows exactly when you cut your hair or get new nails.

ex boyfriend! bakugo who hates that the breakup wasn’t loud. no screaming. just two stubborn people who didn’t know how to stop hurting each other. the quiet makes it worse.

ex boyfriend! bakugo who still remembers the way you say his name when you’re tired. it plays in his head at the worst times. grocery store. gym. 2 a.m.

ex boyfriend! bakugo who stiffens when someone mentions you. jaw tight before he can stop it. “don’t talk about her like that.” doesn’t explain.

ex boyfriend! bakugo who despises whoever you date next without even meeting them. already decided they aren’t good enough.

ex boyfriend! bakugo who keeps the hoodie you borrowed and never gave back. refuses to wash it. folds it carefully like it’s fragile.

ex boyfriend! bakugo who is one drink away from texting you something dumb like u eat yet then deleting it. then typing it again. then throwing his phone across the room.

ex boyfriend! bakugo who still steps in front of you instinctively when something loud happens. body reacts before his brain catches up.

ex boyfriend! bakugo who shows up if you ever need help. no questions. doesn’t matter how long it’s been. “i said i’d have your back. i meant it.”

ex boyfriend! bakugo who argues quieter now. longer pauses. looks that linger. both of you pretending you don’t know what the other wants to say.

ex boyfriend! bakugo who tells himself loving you is just a habit he’ll break eventually. even though habits don’t hurt like this.

ex boyfriend! bakugo who waits without admitting it. not hopeful. just resigned. like part of him never left you.

ex boyfriend! bakugo who would fold instantly if you came back and said his name the way you used to. no pride. no hesitation.

ex boyfriend! bakugo who doesn’t love you loudly anymore.

mha boys x black!fem reader

its february first, at midnight. the start of black history month. you text your boyfriend letting him know, everything is all about and for you this month.