#and he's ambitious because of course he is he's Bakugou but he clocks into work and he clocks out at does the bare minimum

[thelastsirenssong]

When I tell y'all I think of Fight Club Bakugou I mean I think about him DAILY I think about him HOURLY I think about him in every waking moment

[stillalittlelostngl]

Aizawa/Reader - Domestic fluffy smut

Reposting - light smut at the end but basically just some domestic bliss with Aizawa because he needs it. 18+ of course. There's also a line very early on in here that I know isn't going to make anyone else laugh but basically in my theo class we had a nun and some children she was watching sitting in on class and the kids were going apeshit - as kids do - and when father stopped the lesson to ask what was up she just said “oh, nothing. They’re just exerting their own wills” - i promise it was funny irl. These catholic folks got jokes

Aizawa leaned against the front door with a sigh of relief. 

How he had missed the sanctuary his small home provided. 

The day had dragged on with each hour bringing some new issue that needed his immediate and undivided attention. Bakugou had done this and Mineta had done that, if it wasn’t one thing it was another with his students that day. He had been practically counting the minutes down before he could finally dismiss his class. 

It wasn’t that he disliked his students or his work, teaching the next generation of heroes was rewarding in its own right and his students were as ambitious as they come. It’s just....they were still teenagers - heroes in training or not they were still prone to all of the antics of every other teenager. He was normally able to reign them in with just a look or a stern tone but today...today they had been exerting their own wills... 

Pushing off of the door and slipping his shoes off he finally noticed the unusual silence of his home. Over the years he had become accustomed to the bright eyed greetings he’d receive from his s/o when he came home. He looked forward to their small reunions on a regular day, coming home to his s/o’s beaming face and sweet kisses was something he’d never tire of, but after a day like this he was downright desperate for the familiar comfort. 

Glancing at the clock he noted that they should’ve arrived home some time ago. Noting the lack of noise from the kitchen or living room he made his way to their bedroom. They had a habit of napping after they came home from work occasionally and remembering how his s/o had been telling him of their busy schedule for the day he figured he would find them curled up with one of the cats and under an obscene pile of blankets and he couldn’t think of anything more appealing at the moment than falling into a warm bed with his s/o.

However, waiting for him on the bed were only the cats, their heads rising when he entered the room and blinking lazily up at him from their spot, his s/o nowhere in sight. 

Sitting on the bed, he had been about ready to pull his phone out to ask his s/o where they were until he noticed the stream of light dancing across the room from under the bathroom door. Listening for a moment, he could hear water splashing and he wasted no time in traversing the distance of the bedroom to knock on the door. 

When they called out from the otherside of the door, they spoke with a languid voice, as if they were half asleep already, and wouldn’t it be just his luck if he came home to a half drowned s/o?

Opening the door he was met with a wave of heat, he noted the fogged glass of the mirrors and the steam filling the room as his gaze sought out his s/o, he swore they were determined to boil themselves anytime they bathed. His s/o sat lounging in the soapy water of the tub nearly submerged entirely and with their legs perched on the edge. 

“Welcome home” they grinned, eyes twinkling as their arms rose to reach out to him and their hands made grabbing motions. He rolled his eyes at the childish gesture yet he found a hard time in fighting off the small smile that spread across his face. 

“You’ll get my clothes wet,” Aizawa complained but moved closer to them nonetheless. Their skin was flushed from the heat and he could just make out the outline of their body beneath the soapy water.

“Then take them off,” they invited as they took his hand in their’s and kissed his knuckles. 

“How scandalous,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb against the back of their hand as he appreciated the vision they made before him. The cloudy water whirled and licked at their damp skin and only after a few moments was he able to bring his gaze back up to their’s. The twinkling in their eyes and smug smile on their face told him they had noticed his wandering eyes. 

“I won’t tell,” they teased and then they were moving, their legs splashing into the tub as they rose to situate themselves on their knees instead. His eyes couldn’t help but follow a drop of water as it made it’s way down their collar bone and along the newly exposed skin. The hand still holding his own gave a small tug and he easily relented as he moved down to press his lips to their’s. 

There was no rush as they deepened the kiss, both languidly moving at a familiar pace as their arms rose to tangle in his hair. He’d had their soft lips against his chapped ones many times over the years but the heat that rose and pooled in his stomach always felt as if he was experiencing it for the first time. 

“Are you going to join me in here or what?” they questioned as their lips traveled across his jawline. Their breath against his heated skin caused goosebumps to trail after them. They tugged at his hair in their impatience and who was he to deny them? 

He can feel their gaze traveling along his body as he does as they requested. 

The warm water has him release a sigh as he gets comfortable, his eyes close as the warmth practically seeps into his bones. Cracking his eye open after a moment he sees his s/o’s mischievous eyes as they watch him from the other side of the tub. 

“You’re going to stay over there after having me do what you wanted?” he questions, his eyes sliding back closed, “Was this a ploy just to eye me up?” he wonders aloud and his s/o’s small laugh has him looking towards them again. 

“Something like that,” they smile, their eyes crinkling at the sides in mirth and Aizawa can’t help but think of just how inviting they look. 

Leaning forward he grabs for them and they let him drag them forward into his lap, the water spilling over the lip of the tub from the movement. 

Their slick skin against his has his body heating in a way completely independent from the warmth of the water as he brings them into his arms and trails his lips along their collar bone. He has to hold himself back from licking the water there away, knowing they’d tease him for his eagerness. 

Their hands pull his face up and he leans forward to press his lips to their’s again. His hands travel to their hips to keep them stable as they mold their body to his. The flush of their skin pressing against his in just the right way has heat flooding his veins when they deepen the kiss. 

He only vaguely notes the way their hands travel from his shoulders further down his body, the feeling of their nails trailing along his skin leaving his stomach knotting as they make their way lower. 

His hands move from their hips to their thighs as he pulls them further into his lap, the soft squeak of surprise breaks the kiss and he doesn’t fight the quirk of his lips as he leans back and watches the way their eyes flutter open and their full lips gasp when they press against him. 

Their eyes are glazed and shining as they settle their weight more firmly against him before giving an experimental rock that leaves them both hissing in pleasure. One of his hands climbs back up their body so that he can bring their lips to his again as they find that familiar rhythm that he knows will have them coming undone in no time. 

The water laps at their skin as they continue their movement but neither care about the mess they will surely have to clean up after, too caught up in each other to pay it any mind. 

They give an experimental twist of their hips that leaves their moans bouncing off of the walls of the room as they break the kiss. They’re left panting against his lips as they continue the movement and he watches as their eyes drift close. He watches them, ever attentive as he observes the way their eyelashes fan across their flushed cheeks and their lips bruised from his kisses pant out soft whispers of his name and curses in equal measure. 

He often found himself observing his s/o when they were together, committing every sigh and movement to memory. He enjoyed their soft gasps and the glazed over look in their eyes as they took and he gave in equal measure. They always did get worked up so easily. 

Though, judging from the heat building to a fever pitch in his core and his own groans when they moved just so, he couldn’t really say he was doing much better. 

“You’re driving me crazy,” their strained voice muttered between nips at his jawline to encourage more from him. 

He pressed his face into their shoulder, leaving open mouthed kisses along the expanse of their neck and their breath hitched as he pushed them more firmly against him and he ground up into them. 

The friction of their wet skin grinding against his own was as arousing as it was completely unsatisfactory. If he hadn’t been so absolutely exhausted from the day there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he’d have already given his s/o what they both needed. 

When the muscles of their thighs begin to strain he knows they’re close and decides to help them along further, his hand traveling to their core so that he can push them over the edge. 

A mix between feeling their hot breath on his over sensitive skin as they panted out his name when they came and him imagining how they’d feel wrapped around him had him following shortly after. He had meant to keep a level head, to have it just be about them and their pleasure but his s/o had to always make things more difficult than they needed to be. 

He couldn’t find that he minded all that much.