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.
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.
“…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.
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.”
“oh.” not defensive or cocky, processing your words. his ears went a little pink. “you mean like… no condom?”
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.
“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.
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..”
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.
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.
he went still. “…raw,” he repeated, like he was making sure he understood correctly.
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.
his brain disconnected for about 5 seconds. “…like.” he stared at you. “like raw raw?”
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?.
“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.
“god damn- this is how i die.”