i got everything and i'm livin' off of revenge

You let out a laugh, holding his hand in yours. “Everything pisses you off,” you said, making Bakugou give you a playful nudge.

Bakugou put an arm around you and you both watched the movie in relative silence, both tired from your workdays and just wanting to bask in each other’s company. You had one hand on Bakugou’s stomach, a finger caressing his abs that was more distracting than comforting for him.

He also noticed you fidgeting more than usual, changing positions in the way you were sitting but always making sure you were touching him. 

That should’ve been his initial sign that something was wrong.

“I feel… weird,” you mumbled, sitting up slightly.

“Weird how?” Bakugou asked, looking at you. To his surprise, you had beads of sweat on your forehead and your breathing had quickened.

You grabbed the front of your shirt, pulling it back and forth to cool yourself. “It’s so hot.”

Bakugou brought a hand to your forehead. “Baby, you’re burnin’ up.”

He touched your cheeks and your neck to check your temperature, causing you to let out a whimper that took Bakugou aback.

You gripped his forearm, leaning into his hand cradling your face. “I-I need you, Kats…”

“What,” Bakugou said, absolutely bewildered and trying to figure out where this sudden change in mood was coming from. Then he put two and two together, his eyes widening. “Did you eat the chocolate that was in my bag?”

You nodded and Bakugou cursed under his breath. “Y/N, it’s an aphrodisiac.”

“What?” You exclaimed in shock. “I thought you just got chocolate for me! Why the hell do you have an aphrodisiac?!”

“The villains that got arrested today were trying to sell them illegally. I fuckin’ forgot to leave it at work for the cops to take it but I didn’t feel like goin’ back so I just kept it,” Bakugou said, running a hand through his hair.

“Kats– it’s too much,” you whined, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to calm your aching core. “Touch me…”

Bakugou swallowed, his dick tightening in his pants despite what he thought. “T-This isn’t right…”

“Why not,” you complained, moving closer to him and swinging your leg over him so you straddled him. “It hurts,” you said softly, nestling your head in his neck and holding his shoulders.

You were subconsciously grinding down on him and he choked back a groan.

“Alright, alright, let’s figure this out,” Bakugou said and he carried you in his arms, walking into your bedroom.

He bent down to lay you on the bed softly and was taken off guard when you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down onto the bed. Before he could even react, you straddled his lap again and quite literally tore his shirt off.

“What the fuck? I didn’t know you had the strength to do that,” Bakugou said in amazement. 

You undid the buckle of his belt, yanking at his jeans. “Take them off,” you demanded.

“Yes ma’am,” Bakugou said and you got off his lap to let him take his pants off while you took your shirt and panties off.

Then you told him to lean against the headboard and you climbed on top of him again. Bakugou flinched when you grabbed his dick and he took hold of your wrist to stop you. “Whoa, baby, wait.”

“Why,” you whined, elongating the word. 

Bakugou let out a laugh. Even in this insane situation you were so damn cute. “Gotta make sure you’re wet fi–”

“I’m wet, okay?!” You yelled, causing Bakugou’s eyes to widen. “I’m soaking wet! And if you don’t put your dick inside me right now I’m leaving!”

“Okay, okay,” Bakugou said in an attempt to appease you. You took his breath away as you grabbed his face and kissed him, your lips practically eating at him. You moaned loudly as you ground down on him, your folds gliding on his hardened length.

You both moaned together when you finally sunk down on him, his cock pressed against your clenching walls. You didn’t waste a second as you gripped his shoulders and started raising and lowering your hips, bouncing on his dick.

“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed, his hands gripping your ass. You were already a blubbering mess, whimpering and whining as his mushroom tip fucked you.

“S-So good,” you moaned, throwing your head back.

Bakugou watched you in awe, thrusting his hips up to match your movements, causing you to be even louder. This was the loudest he’d ever heard you and he was certain your neighbors could hear at this point.

“Coming– I’m coming–” You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I got you, baby,” Bakugou murmured and he fucked up into you, causing your toes to curl as you buried your head into his shoulder.

Your orgasm hit you like you ran straight into a brick wall and you clenched so hard around Bakugou’s cock he came right after you, both of you moaning and groaning together.

Bakugou leaned against the headboard, out of breath as you also caught your breath. “You okay?” He asked and you pulled away from him and Bakugou gasped as you started moving your hips again with his dick still inside you.

“It’s not enough,” you said with a gasp. “Need more.”

“Fuck, I don’t think I have it in me today, baby,” Bakugou said in between his breaths. He was so damn exhausted.

He was shocked to see tears stream down your cheeks. “I-It hurts, Kats. Please do something,” you begged.

“Fuck, okay wait,” he said in a rush as he lifted you off of him. You felt like your body was on fire, every part of you throbbing and needing to seek relief. 

Bakugou leaned over to your nightstand, opening a drawer and pulling out a pink vibrator. He knew you used it when he’d be gone on missions. He didn’t like using it but this was a completely different situation. 

“C’mere,” he beckoned, pulling you back to him so your back pressed against his chest. You sat in between his legs and he propped your legs up, spreading them apart.

Bakugou turned the vibrator on and you let out a yelp when he held it to your clit. You instinctively grabbed his forearm and his leg, grinding into the vibrator.

“Oh my god–” You gasped, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. “More, Kats, more–”

Bakugou pressed the side button on the vibrator, raising the intensity of the vibrations, sending electrifying jolts through your body. 

“Feel good?” Bakugou mumbled in your ear. 

You turned your head, looking up at him through wet lashes and nodded your head vigorously. Words weren’t even coherent for you in the moment as you continued to moan and writhe beneath his touch.

You started creaming against the vibrator, your pussy squelching even louder and your nails dug into Bakugou’s skin as your second orgasm hit you, your legs shaking. 

Once you leaned against him again, Bakugou took that as a sign that you were done and turned the vibrator off. But you grabbed his wrist, looking back at Bakugou. His dick was hard again, pressing against your lower back.

“Fuck me, Kats,” you whispered. “I need your cock in me.”

“Holy shit,” Bakugou muttered, kissing you and shoving his tongue in your mouth. Any energy he lost from working and fucking you moments ago came back to him with the way you were grinding against the vibrator right in front of his cock.

Bakugou lifted you back up and slid his dick inside you again and whimpered loudly. He turned the vibrator back on and you cried when he held it against your clit again.

“Hold it,” Bakugou commanded and you shakily held the vibrator in your hands, pressing it to your clit. 

He grabbed your thighs and started fucking up into you once again. He held you up by the back of your knees and you were screaming by that point, choking on your sobs from how good his cock felt inside you. It was as if your sex drive and libido had been dialed up to a million, like you needed to be chained down and fucked repeatedly to be satisfied. 

“That fuckin’ candy’s got you needy, huh,” Bakugou cooed.

You lazily nodded, seeing stars as you kept the vibrator pressed against you despite how overstimulated you were feeling. “Need– you– Need your– dick,” you said in between your gasps. “C-Come inside me– Kats– Want your– come–” You whined.

“Shit,” Bakugou cursed and he sank you down onto him, so deep you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he came. You clenched around him, milking every last drop and you curled your toes, practically throwing the vibrator back onto the mattress as you squirted. You sprayed the sheets, crying and moaning as you did so.

Bakugou dropped your legs, completely out of breath, stamina, and energy at that point. You had to be satisfied, Bakugou thought. Three orgasms should be enough. Hell you even fucking squirted to his surprise.

“Katsuki,” you whined and Bakugou raised his head as you looked back at him, teary eyed and still sitting on his cock. You reached over and grabbed the vibrator again. “More,” you said so softly like a cry.

“Fuck those fuckin’ chocolates,” Bakugou muttered under his breath, panting still since he could barely recover from having to come twice himself. “Alright, c’mere.”

He took the vibrator from you, wrapping an arm around your chest and pulling you back to him. He turned the vibrator back on and held it to your clit. You clenched around his cock and he groaned in response.

Bakugou turned your head so you were looking at him, your body shaking from the back to back to back orgasms.

“S-Sorry,” you stuttered.

Bakugou pressed his forehead to yours and kissed you softly. “Don’t gotta apologize, sweetheart,” he mumbled, increasing the intensity causing you to choke on a gasp. “I’m gonna get you through this.”

Tears streaked your cheeks again as you started to pant, your body so warm and slick with sweat and your own arousal. 

“So good, Kats–” You moaned. “So full–” You practically hummed.

Bakugou chuckled and kissed your cheek, your tears wet on his lips. “Gonna come again?”

You nodded and he pressed the vibrator so hard against you, you were convinced it would tear a hole in you. You writhed beneath Bakugou’s hold, overcome with pleasure and stimulation. Bakugou felt you creaming on his cock again as you clenched and tensed, your body continuing to tremble as you overcame your fourth orgasm.

By the end you were both out of breath and Bakugou turned the vibrator off, assuming you were okay now. You were slumped against his body, your cheek pressed against his collarbone as your body still trembled. Bakugou lifted you up off his dick and set you back down onto the mattress gingerly. 

But the effects of the aphrodisiac still hadn’t left your body, the throbbing sensation still flowing through you like an animal in heat. But you were so exhausted and you laid on your side, sobbing into the mattress.

“Y/N,” Bakugou called out in concern and he slid his arm under you, holding your upper body in his arms. “You okay? Talk to me.”

“Kats,” you cried, squeezing your eyes shut. “I-It’s not enough– I need more–”

“What the fuck,” Bakugou said breathlessly as you squeezed your thighs together in hope of some friction. “The fuck am I gonna do? I’ll take you to a hospital–”

“Neither of us… have the energy for this…” You said, still catching your breath. “I don’t wanna go to a hospital.”

“But you’re in pain,” Bakugou said. “I’m not gonna sit here and watch you like this.”

You nodded weakly. “It still hurts, Kats. I-I shouldn’t have eaten that stupid chocolate.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, baby,” Bakugou said and he moved closer to you.

“Y-You should go to sleep, Katsuki,” you said, fighting back whimpers. “I’ll deal with this– in the bathroom–”

“Fuck no,” Bakugou refuted. “How the hell am I supposed to sleep knowin’ you’re goin’ through this?”

“But you’re so tired a-and you’ve been working all day–”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Bakugou huffed. He pulled you back into his arms, pulling the comforter back and laying your trembling body down. “Just focus on me. Don’t think about anythin’ else. Just look at me.”

You nodded slowly and Bakugou lied beside you, propping himself up with his elbow as he looked down at you. He trailed his hand down your body, beneath the comforter, and then slid two fingers easily inside you.

You gasped, your hands grasping the back of his neck as he pressed his forehead to yours, your breath fanning over his face as he rocked his thick fingers back and forth inside you.

“I don’t care how many times I’ve gotta make you come,” Bakugou murmured, his lips touching your cheek so softly. “I’m not lettin’ you go through this by yourself. I’m stayin’ up all night if I’ve gotta.”

Your lips trembled as genuine tears welled in your eyes. “O-Oh, Kats–”

Bakugou lost count of the amount of orgasms you had after that. He was focused only on you and no matter how much his fingers cramped and ached, he didn’t let up for even a second. He was determined to help you get through this, holding and cradling you in his arms through the whole thing as he kissed away your tears. 

You fell back onto the pillows as Bakugou grabbed a towel to clean himself and you up as best as he could. “Fuck, made a mess,” he said to you and you weakily laughed. He laid back beside you. “Feelin’ better?”

“Mm,” you hummed in confirmation, your eyelids feeling heavy from pure exhaustion. “I think… it’s gone.”

“Good,” Bakugou said, lying on the pillows and stretching out his arm so you could lay on him. You pressed your cheek to his chest. “I’m givin’ that chocolate shit back and I’m beatin’ the shit outta those villains again ‘cause of what they did to you.”

You laughed. “Well… they didn’t personally do this to me. I just ate the chocolate without questioning it.”

“Don’t defend them.”

You chuckled, wrapping your arm around his torso. “I’m sorry, Kats.”

“I told you, you don’t have to apologize,” Bakugou said, finally closing his eyes as he was on the verge of succumbing to sleep.

After a few moments you said, “Kats?”

“Hmm,” he hummed in response.

“Can we go to sleep… with your dick inside me?”

“Just go to sleep, Y/N.”

Bakugou grinned, kneeling down and embracing his five-year-old daughter. “Hey, princess.”

Katsuo followed close behind her, smiling upon seeing his father. “Hey, bud,” Bakugou said to his son.

Bakugou stood to his feet with Suki in his arms and he felt himself freeze once you walked in. He didn’t think it was possible for you to get any more beautiful, but you did, every single time he saw you.

You were spared having to talk to him once Katsuo’s teacher stuck her head into the office. “I’m ready for you,” she said with a smile. “Please follow me into my classroom.”

You thanked her and followed her out of the office. Suki had her arms around Bakugou’s neck and she leaned her head against his shoulder.

Bakugou had his eyes on you, your back specifically since you refused to look at him. You had your arms crossed over your chest, as if you were protecting yourself. And Katsuo caught onto that as he glanced back at his father and then tugged one of your arms to hold your hand.

“You look sad, Mom,” he whispered to you, low enough that Bakugou wouldn’t hear.

You smiled, giving his hand a squeeze. “I’m okay, sweetie.”

The conference went well. Katsuo’s teacher was gushing about how much of a great student he was and how caring he was towards his classmates. Katsuo asked to leave the meeting because he kept blushing and getting embarrassed from all of the compliments.

By the time the four of you walked out of the building, it was nightfall.

Suki hopped down the steps, humming to herself. “Daddy! Daddy! Can we go to the movies tomorrow?”

“‘Course,” Bakugou answered, holding her hand in fear of her falling and hurting herself.

You and Katsuo walked down a few steps ahead of him and Bakugou watched you while listening to Suki ramble to him. You seemed more relaxed compared to the beginning of the night, laughing at whatever Katsuo was telling you. 

Bakugou felt a tightening pain in his chest. 

Bakugou buckled Suki into her car seat and you kissed them both goodbye. It was the weekend, which meant they stayed with Bakugou.

He closed the door and after saying your goodbyes, you stood by your car which was only one parking spot over. Bakugou didn’t notice Katsuo cracking the window a little as he closed the back door.

“I’ll drop ‘em off on Monday,” Bakugou said to you. You nodded, looking off to the side before turning around to get into your car.

But Bakugou didn’t want you to leave yet.

“You didn’t tell me how Suki’s been in class,” he said, causing you to turn back around. With Suki being five, she was in your first grade class, which Suki always told Bakugou how much fun it was to have Momma as a teacher.

You smiled at the mere mention of your daughter. “She’s been great. She gets along with the other kids and she does talk sometimes during class but… she’s doing good.”

Bakugou nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets from how much they were shaking. Even a simple conversation with you made him so damn nervous. “How ‘bout you?”

“What?” You said, taken aback. 

“How have you been doin’?” He repeated.

You scowled, crossing your arms over your chest. “Do you even care?”

“‘Course I care.”

“You’re so damn confusing,” you mumbled, shaking your head. “I’m fine.”

Bakugou nodded and you stared back at him, assessing him in a way that made him fidget. “I’ll see you Monday,” you said softly before turning around.

Bakugou watched as you got in your car, waving at the kids before driving away. 

Bakugou groaned as he completed yet another report from his patrol the day before which he had been slacking on. It was his least favorite part about being a hero, these damn reports. 

The kids were in bed with it being late in the night so Bakugou was surprised to see Katsuo walk down the steps into the living room. 

“Tsuo, what’re you doin’ up?” Bakugou asked.

Katsuo shrugged, leaning against the bannister. “Can’t sleep… I was, uh, thinking about something.”

“‘Bout what?” Bakugou asked, rubbing his eye after staring at his laptop screen for so long.

Katsuo clenched his jaw for a moment. “About how you and Mom got divorced.” Bakugou nearly flinched from his son’s words. He closed his laptop and set it aside. 

“You never told us why you guys divorced,” Katsuo went on.

Bakugou sighed, running a hand through his hair. “‘Cause you’re kids.”

“I’m ten now,” Katsuo refuted.

“And you’re still a kid,” Bakugou reiterated.

Katsuo exhaled through his nose. “I wanna know.”

“Things just… didn’t work. I dunno,” Bakugou said vaguely.

“So it was mutual?” Katsuo asked, watching his father carefully. Bakugou made the mistake of lying as he nodded his head. He couldn’t tell Katsuo the truth.

“So you left each other?” Katsuo questioned even further.

Bakugou swallowed as he said, “Yeah.”

Katsuo scoffed, turning around towards the staircase. “Unbelievable,” he grumbled. 

Bakugou stood to his feet. “Tsuo, wait–”

Katsuo paused on the bottom step as he looked back at his father looking absolutely enraged. “Don’t lie to me. Not when it’s about Mom.”

Before Bakugou could say anything else, Katsuo stomped back upstairs, slamming his door shut.

Bakugou collapsed back onto the couch with a sigh, rubbing his temples. One day he’d tell the kids the truth but he couldn’t now, not when they were still so young. 

Bakugou was thinking of going on a last minute mission in the next town over and you were frustrated. You’d waited so long to have some alone time with your husband and yet he was going to throw it all away for work… as usual.

It was always the same fight, one you’d had since you started dating more than a decade ago. But things were different now; you were both so much older than the eighteen-year-olds you once were when you first started dating and Bakugou was quick to put an end to the argument, apologizing immediately.

Fortunately another hero was able to go to the last minute mission which meant Bakugou was able to stay home. He refused to make the same mistakes he made as a teenager and during your first marriage again. He couldn’t lose you again.

And so you were cuddling in bed, your head pressed against his chest when you looked up at him and he looked down at you, feeling your gaze on him. For a moment neither of you said anything and Bakugou ducked his head down pressing his lips to yours.

Your lips moved gently against his, your fingers caressing the back of his neck. Bakugou kept your pace, not having his usual sense of urgency to devour you when he was overcome with his own lust. He wanted to take his time with you. 

You gasped against his lips when you felt his fingers rub circles on your clit over your panties. He made direct eye contact with you, watching as you whimpered under his hand. 

He slid your panties to the side and sunk two fingers inside your pussy. You moaned as he curled his fingers back and forth inside you.

“Feel good?” He murmured, his voice more raspy and hoarse from lying in bed for so long.

You nodded with a shudder, gripping his bicep as he wound a tight arm around you. “S-So good.”

You pressed your forehead to his chest, your mouth falling open as you moaned and moaned. Bakugou used his free hand to tilt your chin up so you were looking at him again.

“Wanna see your face,” he mumbled and kissed you again. He swallowed your whimpers, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He gently swiped his tongue against yours.

“K-Kats,” you moaned, pulling away and looking right into his eyes. “Need you.”

Bakugou was quick to pull his fingers out of you, setting the comforter that draped over your bodies aside as he climbed over you. His body hovered over yours and you impatiently guided his dick inside, moaning as he sunk himself deep in you.

“Move,” you whined and Bakugou laughed, kissing your head.

“So impatient,” he said with a shake of his head. 

His hands pressed against the mattress on either side of your head and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he began thrusting into you, your hands clutching his back. 

The bed creaked with every movement and the TV continued to ramble in the background. But neither of you paid the sounds any mind. You were both focused on each other, focused on the way Bakugou’s crimson eyes bore into yours and the way his body rocked into you.

“I love you,” Bakugou grunted, leaning down and resting his forehead against yours so his breath fanned over your face. 

There were tears in your eyes, both from pure pleasure and the love you had for the man before you. “Love you– too–” You choked through your moans, the feeling of Bakugou’s thick cock kissing your sweet spot and stretching you out was pure euphoria.

“Sorry– for yelling–” You said in between your whimpers. “I-I don’t like– when I yell at you–”

“It’s okay, baby,” Bakugou murmured, closing his lips over yours. “I’m sorry, too.”

You cried as Bakugou picked up his pace, his heavy breathing matching the sounds escaping your lips. Your fingers dug into his back and he pulled one of your hands back, entwining his fingers into yours. 

His grip was tight around your hand and you clenched your thighs around his waist as you felt your legs shake, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. It didn’t take long after that for Bakugou to sink himself as deep inside you as he could as you felt his come seep in you.

Bakugou fell to his side, his cock still inside you twitching and pulsing. You kept a leg around him, pushing his hair back from his forehead that had stuck down with his sweat. 

“We used to fight so much when we were dating,” you said with a sigh, reminiscing on such a long time ago.

“Yeah,” Bakugou said, utterly exhausted. “It was usually my fault.”

You frowned, shaking your head. “No, I was hard on you. I wasn’t used to being with someone who works as much as you.”

But the appointment with his doctor confirmed his worst fear: there was nothing that could be done about his quirk and he was slowly losing the ability to use it at all. 

The doctor further explained that Bakugou was in his fifties and he had used his quirk extensively since he was fifteen. This was inevitable.

And no matter the inevitability of it all, it still hurt. Because that meant Bakugou would have to retire.

He opened the front door, his mind weighed down by so many thoughts but you approached him nonetheless with the same bright smile like you always did when he came home. 

“Hi, baby,” you said, leaning up and kissing him. “How did your appointment go?”

Bakugou closed the door and settled in. “Y’know… regular shit,” he lied straight through his teeth. “Checked my weight and did some blood tests. But everythin’s fine.”

You nodded. “I made dinner.”

“I’m not that hungry,” Bakugou responded. 

You frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing, I’m fine,” Bakugou reassured you but you weren’t convinced. 

Thankfully Bakugou was saved from any further questions when your phone rang and you went into the kitchen to answer it.

Bakugou went into the living room, slumping onto the couch and he turned the TV on. The local news channel was playing and Bakugou smiled seeing Suki on the screen as the news reporter covered her patrol from today.

It was your favorite thing to do every night, watch the news like you would when Bakugou was in his prime, and now you watched to keep up with Suki and Katsuo’s work.

The reporter moved onto the next hero and Bakugou leaned back on the couch, staring down at his scarred hands. He knew the doctor had just told him to not use his quirk for the next few weeks but he couldn’t help it; he needed to try again.

Bakugou clenched his teeth as he desperately tried to make a spark but only smoke came out of his hands. By the time he gave up, he was out of breath and he was fed up with himself.

Bakugou buried his face in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. It was frustrating to say the least. All he’d known his whole life was his quirk and how he needed to be the number one hero. Even when he first achieved his goal, he knew it wasn’t enough; he had to maintain his ranking to show the world how incredible he was.

But he wouldn’t have that opportunity anymore.

Bakugou didn’t hear you enter the living room and he flinched when he felt you sit beside him. You put a hand to his shoulder. “I know something’s wrong, Kats,” you said softly, not bothering to ask any questions.

Bakugou sighed, running a hand through his hair as he turned his head to look at you. “I’m gonna have to quit bein’ a hero soon.”

“Oh, come on. You’re not that old,” you said, not understanding the severity and truth to his statement.

He let out a breathless laugh. “No… that’s not why.”

You watched him curiously as he opened his palm in front of you and showed you his inability to use his quirk, gasping when black smoke rose in the air.

“Oh, Kats,” you murmured, scooting closer to him and caressing his cheek.

Bakugou looked away from you, wiping his palms on his pants. “This fuckin’ sucks.”

“Well… All Might retired around your age, too,” you mentioned.

Bakugou couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “You think bringin’ up All Might would make me feel better?”

“Well did it work?” You asked.

“... Yeah a little bit.”

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “You deserve some rest. You’ve saved this country so many times since you were a teenager, Kats.”

“I know… I never thought the day’d come y’know,” Bakugou mumbled.

You nodded and he looked back at you. “Now I’m gonna have to retire and I’m gonna be home alone.”

You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”

“Well, the kids are gone and you’re workin’,” he explained.

“Hmm,” you hummed in thought. “Then I’ll just retire, too.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened at your words. “What?”

“Yeah, why not,” you said with a shrug. 

“But you love teaching.”

You shook your head. “I do love teaching… but I love you more. And I want to be here for you.”

Bakugou couldn’t hold back the smile on his face. You always astounded him. Time and time again he remembered exactly why he fell in love with you. 

He grabbed you by your waist and put you on his lap. He pulled you down and kissed you, smiling against your lips. “You don’t have to do that,” he mumbled and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’ll be okay.”

“I want to,” you said adamantly, pushing back his hair with your fingers. “Our whole relationship I’ve always complained about how much you work and how I don’t get to see you that much. So now I get to spend every second with you.” 

You paused to kiss his nose. “What more could I ask for?”

It had been months since you heard from Bakugou. In the first few months, he tried his best to regularly call you and the kids. When he couldn’t call, you watched the news every night, your heart easing a little after seeing some footage of your husband at work.

But it had been so long since you received a text, or a call, or a single clip on the news to confirm he was even alive.

You checked in with Mina and Bakugou’s other friends and classmates regularly to see if they heard anything from him. But nothing. They assured you that the minute they did hear something from him, they’d inform you immediately and you knew they would.

When the doorbell rang mysteriously, you were home alone. The kids were at school and you took a day off for yourself.

Answering the door, a man and a woman both dressed in suits and ties stood before you. The woman spoke first, opening her wallet to show her badge that read ‘The Hero Public Safety Commission.’

“Hi, are you Mrs. Bakugou?” She asked.

You nodded cautiously. “Yes I am…”

The man and the woman looked at each other. “Could we come in?” The man asked.

You opened the door and urged them to take a seat on your lounge chairs in the foyer and you sat by them, looking between them urgently with your hands grasping together.

“We won’t take long,” the woman started. “We’re from the Commission and we wanted to come to you before we have to release any news to the public.”

They glanced at one another and the pit in your stomach felt like it was about to explode. “Ma’am,” the man said. “There’s no easy way to say this… our Commission hasn’t been in contact with Dynamight for six months now.”

You swore you felt your heart stop beating for a moment. “What? B-But he’s been gone for nine months… so you’ve only heard from him for three months?”

“Yes,” the man answered with a wince. 

“Because he’s been MIA for so long… we are making the valid assumption that he is dead,” the woman articulated carefully.

Your body froze as you stared back at them. As much as you wished this was a joke, you knew an organization as serious as the Commission wouldn’t joke about this.

“We know this is hard to hear,” the man said, leaning forward with sympathy in his eyes. “But we don’t want you or your family to keep living without–”

“How do you know?” You said, interrupting him.

“What?” The woman asked. 

“How do you know,” you repeated, clenching your jaw. “Did you find his body?”

“No, ma’am. But in the past when heroes have been MIA for this long, it’s because they were dead–”

“But you don’t know that,” you said, getting more furious by the second. “You don’t know for sure that he’s dead so why are you saying that he is?”

The man sighed, realizing this was clearly not going well. “We just wanted to ease some of your tension.”

“Ease my tension?” You repeated with a scoff. “And you think by saying my husband’s dead when you don’t even have proof will ease my tension?”

Before they could say anything else, whether it was an apology or another bullshit statement, you stood up. “Just get out. Please. I don’t want to hear anymore.”

The man and the woman stood up, gave their apologies and condolences which only pissed you off more and you slammed the door shut behind them.

When you heard their car pull out of your driveway, you fell to the floor on your knees. The tears were immediate and you buried your face in your hands as you sobbed. 

It wasn’t real. What they said couldn’t be true. Bakugou would never leave you, he’d never leave his kids. There wasn’t a reality that existed where he was dead, and you knew that.

A few weeks had passed and you continued to work at school, forcing yourself to pretend like the visit from the Commission never happened. So one day, when you were able to stay home since your students were on a field trip, you flinched when your front door burst open unexpectedly. 

Katsuo stormed in with a teary-eyed Suki right behind him. “What’re you doing here?” You asked, bewildered. “It’s the middle of the day. Why would you leave school–”

“Is it true?” Katsuo asked, his expression stern and serious.

“Is what true?” You asked, glancing between your children.

“Say it isn’t true, Mom,” Suki cried, her lips trembling. She ran to you, wrapping her arms around you as she cried into your chest.

“What’s going on?” You asked in confusion, wrapping your arms around your daughter.

Katsuo clenched his jaw. “There’s people online saying Dad’s dead.”

You felt your body tense up and when you didn’t respond immediately refuting his statement, Katsuo’s face dropped. “So is it true?” He asked again.

You swallowed nervously. “I-I don’t know,” you said honestly.

Suki pulled away from you, staring up at you looking brokenhearted. “What do you mean?! You’re supposed to say he isn’t dead!”

“There’s also a bunch of news reporters saying the Commission visited us and told us Dad’s dead,” Katsuo continued, watching you carefully.

You closed your eyes, cursing under your breath. “Damn media…”

You exhaled through your nose. “They did visit… about two weeks ago,” you confessed.

Katsuo and Suki wore matching surprised expressions on their faces. “Why wouldn’t you tell us?!” Katsuo exclaimed in frustration.

“They told me to assume that Dad’s dead without knowing for sure,” you elaborated. “I didn’t want to worry you both even more.”

“B-But if the Commission thinks Dad’s dead then– that means that–” Suki couldn’t finish her sentence as she choked on a sob.

“To hell with them. They don’t know shit,” Katsuo cursed and he turned around, striding back towards the door.

“Katsuo, wait!” You called out and you barely made it in time as you grabbed his wrist right when he whipped the front door open. “Where are you going?”

“To the Commission!” He exclaimed, looking back over his shoulder at you with wide eyes. He was absolutely enraged. “Who the fuck do they think they are making shit up like that?!”

He bit his lip. “My Dad’s the best hero ever. He wouldn’t– He wouldn’t die–” His voice was shaking and his lips were quivering. “He wouldn’t leave me– He wouldn’t leave us–”

“Oh, baby,” you murmured, pulling him towards you and holding him in your arms. He held you tightly, sobbing into the crook of your neck. You rubbed his back, trying your best to soothe him. “I don’t want to make any assumptions unless we know for sure, okay?”

“B-But where is he?” Katsuo asked, pulling away.

“I wish I knew,” you said, wiping his cheeks.

Suki came to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist as she still was crying. You kissed both of their heads. “For now, we’re going to learn to adjust. And wait for Dad to come back.”

Katsuo sniffled, rubbing his eyes. “You don’t have to go to school,” you told them. “I can hire private tutors and you can learn from home. I don’t want you to deal with all of this especially since the Commission decided to release that statement. I’m sure there’s going to be a lot of news reporters coming by our house.”

“Okay,” Katsuo mumbled. 

“Come on, Dad wouldn’t want us crying like this,” you said, mustering up a smile without bursting into tears yourself.

Katsuo let out a laugh. “Yeah, he’d say we’re being dramatic.”

You looked down at your daughter, tilting her chin up so she looked up at you through her wet lashes, tears still in her eyes. “Okay, Suki?”

Suki sniffled and nodded. “We’ll be okay,” you told your children. “I’m not going to let anything happen to either of you, okay?”

Suki tightened her grip around you and Katsuo smiled despite the tears welling in his eyes again.

“Fuck, my back hurts,” Bakugou groaned as you both exited your car. 

“Yeah, having boobs will do that,” you said as you both entered your apartment complex, waiting for the elevator to bring you to your floor.

“Well it fuckin’ sucks,” Bakugou grumbled and you stifled a laugh as you both entered the elevator.

More than anything it was so weird to look at yourself making expressions Bakugou always had on his face and speaking in the same way he always did but with your voice. And the same was for you to be speaking with your boyfriend’s voice instead of your own.

When you entered your shared apartment you slumped down onto your couch, kicking Bakugou’s boots off in annoyance. “I hate this! I wanna be me again!”

“We’ll be back to normal soon… I think,” Bakugou said.

“That’s not comforting at all,” you grumbled. You wiped your palms on your pants, one of Bakugou’s many black slacks. “I’m sweating so much… Wait, does that mean I can use your quirk?”

Bakugou gave you a glare. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Why not?” You said dejectedly. 

“‘Cause you’re gonna blow up the fuckin’ apartment.”

“Fine,” you huffed as Bakugou sat next to you.

You attempted to put your head on his shoulders but had to lean down to reach his shoulder since you were much bigger than before. You lifted your head. “It’s not the same in this big body…”

Then you turned to him, outstretching your new muscular arms open towards him. “Come here, pretty girl. Come into these big arms.”

Bakugou looked absolutely disgusted. “Stop whatever the fuck that is.”

“You’re no fun,” you said with a slight pout, slumping back into the couch. “How the hell am I gonna go to the bathroom with this… thing.”

Bakugou scowled. “That thing was in your fuckin’ mouth last night so watch how you talk ‘bout him.”

“‘Him?’” You repeated incredulously. “And technically it’s your mouth now.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “God.”

That was when the gears started turning in your head and a smile crept up your face. Bakugou looked taken aback by your expression. “Why the hell are you lookin’ at me like that?”

“I’m just thinking, you know… what sex would be like when we’re like this.”

Bakugou looked down at his new body. “I dunno… wouldn’t it be the same?”

“Of course not!” You exclaimed. “‘Cause I have a dick now and you don’t.”

Bakugou’s eyes, well your eyes, searched your face as he processed what you had said. But you were way too eager to explore and you grabbed Bakugou by the waist and put him on your lap.

“Plus,” you said, placing a hand to his thigh. “I can make you come as many times as I want now.”

“I don’t like that look you’re givin’ me…” Bakugou murmured.

You grinned in response and he let out a yelp sound as you picked him up in your arms. “What the hell?!” He exclaimed. 

“Wow, it really is easy to carry people like this,” you said in astonishment as you walked to your bedroom.

Bakugou was at a loss for words, not accustomed to being carried since he was always the one manhandling you. Well, technically he was carrying you.

You dropped him on the bed and didn’t waste any time to unbutton your blouse on him and slip it off his shoulders. He looked up at you with wide eyes.

You smiled down at him, bending over and planting your hands on either side of him. “I bet I can make you come in a minute.”

Bakugou scowled. “In your fuckin’ dreams. I’m the one who’s always makin’ you come that quick.”

You proceeded to unbutton his skirt, leaving him in your bra and panties. “Well, you’re in my body. I know everything I like.”

“Yeah right. I bet I can make you come faster,” he retorted. 

“Alright, let’s test that,” you said, pulling your shirt off and pants along with it. You laid on the bed and Bakugou watched you in confusion as you gave him a wide grin. “Okay. Sit on my face.”

“What?” Bakugou asked, absolutely bewildered.

“Come on, you do it all the time,” you said. “And we’re gonna see who comes first.”

Bakugou swallowed and you knew he was flustered beyond belief. “You’re fuckin’ insane…” He mumbled as he straddled you.

His hands went behind his back to unclasp his bra, struggling as he did so. “Damn, it’s easier when I’m not the one wearin’ this shit.”

You watched in amusement as he finally took it off, throwing it to the floor. You helped him slip his panties off, joining your other clothes on the floor. 

“W-What the fuck do I do?” Bakugou asked. It was clear he was completely out of his element.

“You hover.”

“Hover?” Bakugou asked.

“Next time you want me to sit on your face you better not be impatient since it’s so complicated for you,” you said with a shake of your head.

“Shut up,” Bakugou grumbled.

He followed your instructions, turning around and hovering over your face slightly. He gasped harshly when you licked a stripe through his folds.

“Holy shit,” he choked, holding your thighs for stability as you started sucking on his clit. 

You were determined. There wasn’t a person who knew your body better than you… well, except for Bakugou especially after this incident, so you used that knowledge as you held him by the hips and ate him out.

It was difficult trying to breathe at the same time but you were wholly focused as you switched from sucking on his clit to sliding your tongue around his hole.

Bakugou was panting, gasping for breath from this new sensation he’d never felt as a man. But he was still Bakugou, competitive as ever, so there was no way he was going to completely relax on your tongue.

“Y-You wanna– play that game–” He grunted in between his slight whimpers. 

He leaned forward, pulling at the waistband of your boxers as your dick, that was completely hard at that point and had been since you even came up with this idea, sprung out.

You moaned against his folds as Bakugou wrapped a hand around your cock, stroking it gently. It was as if someone was caressing you and you couldn’t help but buck your hips into his hand.

Bakugou’s fingers dug into your thigh as he held back his moans, rocking himself against your mouth. He felt himself getting closer and closer to his climax but he refused to let you win so he wrapped his lips around your tip.

You gripped his hips in your hands as he bobbed his head up and down, your legs feeling like jelly. But that didn’t stop you as you continued to suck, lick, and tease Bakugou. 

You felt him tense on your tongue and you knew he was just about to orgasm as his thighs squeezed your head. He had removed his mouth from around your cock but refused to give up on making you come as he wrapped his fingers around your length, fisting your cock as fast as he could.

Surely enough you came together as you lapped up every drop gushing out of him and spurts of come erupted out of you, staining his hands and your thighs. 

Bakugou collapsed to his side, off of your face as you both were panting, coming down from the highs of your joint orgasms. 

“That… was incredible,” you said, staring at the ceiling feeling absolutely euphoric.

“My whole– body feels like– I got fuckin’ electrocuted–” Bakugou said in between gasps.

You sat up. “I wanna try more.”

“What? Like what?” Bakugou questioned and he watched in horror as you grabbed him and climbed on top of him, your body hovering his.

“You’re always on top dominating me,” you said with a sly smile. “I wanna know what it feels like.”

Before Bakugou could respond, you took hold of his legs, pressing his knees to his chest and draped his legs on your shoulders like the many times Bakugou had done to you. You held the base of your cock, which had gotten hard again immediately after, and lined it up with Bakugou’s entrance.

“Wait–” Bakugou sputtered before choking on his words as you slid your dick right inside him.

“Fuck,” you said in astonishment. The sensation of having a dick and Bakugou’s plush walls clenching around your length was pure bliss. And you wanted more.

You started snapping your hips into his, taking in his expression as his mouth fell open, moans and whimpers erupting from him. Your fingers laced into his and he squeezed your hands as you fucked him. 

“T-Too much–!” He cried as his eyes started to tear up. He had just orgasmed and feeling your cock inside him was overstimulating.

“This feels– amazing–” You said in between your own grunts and moans, maintaining your pace. You looked down and couldn’t hold back a smirk as Bakugou’s cheeks started to stain with his tears. “Aw, is my pretty boy crying?” You cooed.

He clenched his jaw for a moment before it went slack, pleasure overtaking him. “S-Shut up–”

Right when you felt another orgasm coming, you stopped your movements. “Wait… I wanna try it like this, too.”

You pulled out of Bakugou, causing him to whimper from the loss of contact. Then you grabbed his hips again and flipped him over onto his stomach. “Ass up,” you commanded in a similar manner he would to you.

Bakugou pushed himself up slowly, his body shaking as he did so. But he was moving too slow for your liking and so you smacked his ass, causing him to yelp. “Ow!” He exclaimed, looking back at you in disbelief. 

“I said ass up!” You exclaimed.

Bakugou glared at you but ultimately obliged your orders as he pressed his face into the mattress, raising his hips. You didn’t waste a second to slide your dick back inside him and began to thrust into him again.

“Fuck–!” He cried. 

You took hold of his wrists and pinned them behind his back as he arched his back into you as you quickened your pace. “Feels– so good–” You moaned, tightening your grip around his wrists.

“Too much–!” Bakugou screamed. “I’m gonna–! Baby, I’m gonna come– I-I can’t–”

You could barely utter another word as you felt Bakugou’s body begin to shake, his toes curling as he clenched around your cock, screaming and whining as he came. And you were right behind him, plunging your cock as deep as you could until warm ropes of come spurted out of you.

You were quick to pull out of Bakugou as you collapsed beside him, his face pressed into the mattress. 

“Wow…” You murmured, staring up at the ceiling. “That… was so much fun.”

Bakugou shakily pushed himself up but fell back onto the mattress. “What’s wrong?” You asked him, slightly concerned.

“I feel like– I just got run over–” He said in between breaths. “Is that what it feels like? To get fucked?”

“Mhm,” you hummed.

He rolled onto his side so he looked back at you, tears still stained on his cheeks and his face sweaty. “And you love this shit?”

“Mhm~!

“Fuck, how the hell do we have sex all the time and you’re not worn out?” Bakugou asked in genuine awe.

You bit back a smile as you said, “Sounds like a skill issue, Kats.”

Bakugou’s eyes, that were previously fluttering close from exhaustion, shot open wide. “The fuck did you just say?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know… maybe it’s just too much for you to handle.”

Bakugou scoffed, getting up with ease, his previous shakiness completely gone. He pushed you back and you looked up at him excitedly. Of course he would get ragebaited even in a situation like this.

The doorbell rang and Bakugou and Katsuo were too caught up with their game to hear so you stood up and walked to the front door. Upon opening it, a large package had been delivered: Suki’s new crib.

You glanced over to the living room and couldn’t help but smile seeing Katsuo cheer as he finally won and Bakugou with his head in his hands. Initially you were going to ask Bakugou for help but he was having so much fun with Katsuo that you didn’t want to disturb their father-son time.

It was just a crib… how heavy could it be?

You grabbed the corner of the package and pulled it in through the front door with a grunt. You were now eight months pregnant but that didn’t stop you from lifting things as much as Bakugou would try and stop you.

After managing to drag the package inside, you closed the door, pushing the package towards the stairs. By that time you were panting and you looked up the stairs, trying to mentally figure out how you were going to bring the crib upstairs.

And that was when you heard an angry voice behind you.

“What the hell?!” Bakugou exclaimed.

You looked over at him over your shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“Why the fuck are you carryin’ this by yourself?” Bakugou asked, absolutely enraged. 

You sighed. Throughout your pregnancy, and even when you were pregnant with Katsuo, Bakugou became the ultimate mother hen and would constantly hover over you in fear of you hurting yourself. 

“Kats, it’s fine–”

“Like hell it is,” Bakugou retorted, interrupting you. “It’s too fuckin’ heavy for you.” He bent over and carried the package with ease and carried the package upstairs, grumbling under his breath.

You let out another sigh and went back into the living room where Katsuo sat on the couch, looking at you disapprovingly.

He shook his head. “Momma, you have to be careful.”

You laughed, ruffling his hair. “Do I now?”

Katsuo shrieked, guarding his hair and then he nodded. “Daddy’s protecting you!”

You pinched his cheek. “Well how lucky am I to have my two boys protecting me?”

Katsuo simply giggled and you both watched as Bakugou returned, stomping down the stairs with an annoyed expression on his face. 

He looked at you. “You can’t do that shit, Y/N.”

“You’re being dramatic,” you said with a wave of your hand. “I barely even lifted it.”

“That isn’t the point,” he refuted.

“Momma, Daddy’s right,” Katsuo added.

“But I thought you were always on my side?” You teased and Katsuo froze. Anytime you and Bakugou got into an argument, Katsuo was quick to defend you and glue to your side physically as well.

“I am…” He murmured softly. “But Daddy said it’s dangerous. And you have a baby in your belly.”

You glanced back and forth between them. “Okay, okay, I won’t do it again,” you gave in.

“Good,” Bakugou huffed, finally sitting beside you.

You leaned into his side, resting a hand on your swollen stomach. “If you’re like this with me, our baby girl’s going to be so spoiled.”