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💋🥞KISSES AND PANCAKES🥞💋

Summary: You and Aizawa adopted Eri together after the war and this is just a glimpse into your life with them!

Warning: mild smut-ish

(A/N: I’m really trying to figure out my writing style still but I think I want to start taking request so feel free to send them!)

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The sunlight shined faintly through the curtains, Aizawa woke not to the sound of his alarm, but to warmth, the gentle warmth of you cuddling him.

“Mm,” he muttered, still half-asleep.

You wake up smiling and looking at him before leaning over to kiss him. Your lips brushed his forehead, then his cheek, then his jawline. Your kisses trailed everywhere, light and playful, trying to fully wake him up.

“Wake up, Sho,” you whispered, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth.

His eyes cracked open, and for a second he just looked at you . You hair was a little wild, your smile sleepy but genuine. He felt something settle in his chest…a type of longing he couldn’t believe he had denied himself for so long. A slow smile tugged at his lips, rare but genuine.

“You’re relentless y’know,” he rasped.

“That’s why you love you me!” You practically sang.

You leaned in to steal another kiss, but he caught you this time, rolling toward you. He deepened the kiss. His hand slid over your hip, over the curve of you, your body moved instinctively closer. Your breath caught when his fingers brushed the waistband of your pajama pants, his hand slipped in. He kissed your lips then jawline then neck as he pressed his fingers to your clothed clit. You gasped and he smiled as he started to move his fingers in small slow circles, your hips start to rock back and forth slowly. He came back to your lips kissing you harder and a bit sloppy, in that moment your hand slipped down to his underwear and your hand ran back and forth on his hardening dick. He let out a muffled groaned as he started to move his fingers faster in smaller tighter circles. The world outside didn’t exist. As things started to heat up, he started to move your panties to the side and pressed one rough finger to your very wet clit. You moan and reach to push his underwear down. You smile enjoying the moment, just the two of you, finally unburdened, finally allowed to want.

Then the door creaked open.

Both of you froze and immediately broke apart.

“Papa…?” Eri’s small, sleepy voice filled the room as she rubbed her eyes. “I heard something.”

You practically leapt out of bed, your cheeks flushed, your hair an even bigger mess.

“Good morning, Eri!” you said in a tone so bright and a bit fake. You scooped her into your arms, spinning slightly as if that had been the plan all along.

Eri rested her head on your shoulder with a soft yawn. “Morning…”

Shota sank back against the pillows, dragging a hand down his face. His body betrayed him still, he glanced downward and groaned inwardly as his boner was not going away. You know why even though he was under the comforter , your eyes darting quickly to him, the comforter and then, you laughed. A real laugh. Deep, unrestrained, genuine.

“What’s so funny?” Eri asked curiously, lifting her head.

You pressed your forehead to Eri’s, masking your grin.

“I’m just so happy,” you said, voice warm. Then you tickled Eri’s sides, earning a burst of giggles.

“ahh!” Eri squealed, wriggling in your arms.

You kissed her cheek and carried her out toward the kitchen.

“Come on, sweetheart, how about pancakes? Chocolate chip ones..American style. Didn’t you say you liked mine more than papa’s?”

“Yes!” Eri cheered, suddenly much more awake. The sound of their laughter trailed down the hall, leaving Aizawa alone.For a long moment, he didn’t move. He stared at the ceiling, his body heavy with fatigue and something else. The way you looked at him like nothing about him was broken. He’d given so much of himself to hero work, to his students, to survival, to Eri’s safety, that he’d forgotten what it felt like to be wanted and to want.

This is what I want. Them. This life. Even in the chaos, even with scars and missing pieces. I want to wake up to them every day.

Finally, with a sigh, he pushed himself upright. His prosthetic leaned against the bedside, and he took his time fitting it before pulling on a fresh shirt and pajama bottoms. He moved slower these days, but for once, it didn’t bother him.

By the time he made it to the kitchen, the smell of butter and chocolate filled the air. You were at the stove, hair tied up messily, flipping a pancake with one hand while Eri sat at the counter, eagerly mixing more batter. The little girl’s face was smudged with flour, and you were smiling down at her like it was the most natural thing in the world. Aizawa paused in the doorway, watching you both. Something loving, protective, and tender stirred in him.

“Papa!” Eri spotted him and waved.

“Morning,” he rumbled, crossing over to them. He reached out, squeezing Eri’s shoulder gently before pressing a kiss to her head. Then, wordlessly, he moved to the counter and started the coffee machine.

You glanced at him over your shoulder, your smile softening into something private, something just for him. He came up and hugged you from behind fully resting on you. And in that simple, ordinary moment, pancakes on the stove, Eri giggling with flour on her nose, the sound of coffee brewing…Shota Aizawa knew.

This was home.

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