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

“Katsuki?” You called out.

“... In here.” Bakugou's muffled voice responded from your bedroom.

“You’re home early,” you said as you approached the bedroom door. “I thought you’d still be patrolling.”

“Had to leave. There was… an incident,” he responded, his voice sounding strained and different than usual. 

You opened the bedroom door, confused to see Bakugou sitting on the bed with a blanket covering his entire body, as if he was hiding from you. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“No! Don’t look at me!” He yelled out after hearing you take a few steps toward him. 

“Katsuki, I need to see if you’re okay,” you said, dropping your bag and unbuttoning your jacket. 

“I’m fine! It’s nothing!” he deflected.

“Stop acting like a child!”

“I’m not!”

You sighed, slipping your own boots off. Approaching the bed, you sat next to him and watched as he curled into himself more, grabbing the blanket even closer to him.

“Kats, I’ve dealt with children all day, I really don't want to deal with this. If you’re hurt or something’s wrong, tell me. I wanna help you feel better,” you said gently.

You heard Bakugou sigh. “I got hit with a villain’s quirk.”

“Okay… Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay, so let me see you,” you said.

“No.”

“Katsuki!”

“Just leave and come back tomorrow,” Bakugou said quickly. 

“So you’re kicking me out of my own apartment?” You retorted in disbelief.

“... Maybe.”

“This is ridiculous,” you huffed, grabbing the blanket. Bakugou was too slow to pull the blanket against you and let out the most feminine yelp you’d ever heard in your life.

You gasped as the blanket fell to the floor. There, right in front of you, was your boyfriend… as a woman. Bakugou’s usual short, spiky ash blonde hair had grown a significant amount, cascading down his shoulders. His usual bulky physique was now toned and more supple, not to mention the fact that he had literal boobs now. And his usual pout was even more defined with full lips, long lashes, and slender eyes… which he had before but it was way more defined.

“Don’t look at me,” Bakugou said, covering his face with his hands.

“So… a villain’s quirk made you turn into a girl?” You clarified.

Bakugou nodded, scowling. “This is so stupid,” he huffed, throwing his hair over his shoulder in annoyance. It was clear he was not accustomed to it being so long.

“What’s wrong with being a girl?” You asked, giving him a knowing look.

“I don’t mean it like that,” Bakugou said. “I mean I wanna go back to normal. Fuck.” 

He touched his body, his movements hesitant as if this hadn’t happened to him. “I feel so… weird.” 

“Yeah, that’s normal I fear,” you said.

Bakugou frowned. “None of my clothes fit me anymore.”

You smiled. “This is so great!” You exclaimed once the initial shock finally wore off.

Bakugou scoffed. “What the hell is so great about this?!”

You cupped his face in your hands. “Because you’re so cute, Kats!”

Bakugou blushed and you bit back a smile watching his face turn pink. You stood up, opening your closet. “Let’s find something for you to wear.”

After perusing through your clothes, you pulled out a simple pink button up blouse and a short, black skirt. “Here,” you said, extending your arms towards him.

“I’m not wearin’ that,” Bakugou said adamantly.

“Yes, you are. Come on!”

Bakugou looked down at his black tee that was drowning his new body and sighed. “Fine,” he grumbled, snatching the clothes from you.

“Wait, let me get some underwear for you, too,” you said, opening a drawer and rummaging through your panties.

Bakugou added, “What about… a bra?”

You looked back at him, down at his chest, and then back up to his face. “Um, your tits are huge, Kats. I don’t think mine will fit.”

Bakugou’s lips curled up into a smirk. “‘Course mine would be huge, look at me. I’m hot. Doesn’t matter what gender I am.”

You rolled your eyes, not surprised to see that his cockiness didn’t leave after his transformation. After you gave him a pair of panties, he changed into his new clothes and you had to hold yourself back from squealing.

You immediately grabbed your phone from your bag, snapping as many photos as you could. “You’re so cute, Kats!”

“Stop it!” He exclaimed, blocking your camera with your hands.

“Can I do your hair and makeup, please?” You pleaded, holding your hands together.

Bakugou glared at you. “You’ve been waiting for some shit like this to happen, huh?”

“... Maybe.”

Bakugou let out a groan. “Fine.”

You grinned, grabbing your makeup bag and pushing him to sit at your vanity. You were quick, pinning his hair back so it would be out of his face and keeping his makeup simple for two reasons: One: he’d probably have no patience for you to do a full face of makeup on him and Two: he didn’t need that much makeup to accentuate his features anyways; he was already handsome as a man and drop dead gorgeous as a woman.

So you filled his brows in, lined his eyes, put a few swipes of mascara and stopped once he started complaining, and painted his lips with a pink lip gloss and called it a day. Just as you were about to announce that you were done, you clapped your hands. “I’ve got to do one more thing.”

Bakugou groaned and you ignored him, grabbing your liquid eyeliner. “I want to do a small wing on your eyes,” you said. You bent over, scrunching your brows together in frustration.

“What’s wrong?” Bakugou asked, understanding you were getting frustrated.

“It’s hard to get a good angle,” you said under your breath.

You sat down on Bakugou’s lap where he sat by your vanity, putting one arm around the back of his neck to steady yourself as you leaned in close until your face was inches from his. As you lined his lids, you noticed he was fidgeting more than usual, slowly watching the back of his neck blush and creep up to his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, surveying his nervous demeanor. 

“Nothing,” Bakugou mumbled.

“You’re acting like this is our first time meeting,” you said, putting away your makeup and sitting beside him. “We’ve been dating for a while, Kats.”

“I know that,” Bakugou said, wiping his palms on your skirt. “It… It feels weird with me being a girl and you being so… so close.”

“Why? Think I won’t kiss you when you’re a girl?” You asked.

“I dunno…”

“Well, you’re wrong,” you said, lifting his chin up as he stared back at you with widened eyes. You closed the distance between you, closing your lips over his. 

Bakugou’s lips were soft and smooth thanks to the lip gloss you applied and you were quick to lick away at the product, slipping your tongue into his mouth. You held his face in your hands, moving your lips against his, your chests brushing each other and Bakugou gripped your forearms. 

He moaned into your mouth, his voice sounding more akin to your moans than his usual guttural groans. He pulled away, shocked. “I made that sound?” He asked in disbelief.

Your lips curled up into a smile and you nodded. You tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear. “You’re so cute… I wanna hear more.”

“What?”

You stood up, standing in front of him. “Get on the bed.”

Bakugou looked up at you cautiously. “What’re you gonna do?”

“I’m going to help you… explore your new body,” you said with a sly smirk.

You watched Bakugou get even more flustered and he obliged your command, standing and sitting on your shared bed. 

“Hmm, should your new name be… Femsuki?” You joked, standing to your feet.

Bakugou scowled, hating the suggestion. “Fuck no.”

You laughed, amusing yourself from his disdain. He looked up at you through his mascara-ridden lashes. “... What do I do now?”

“It’s so cute seeing you act like this,” you teased. 

Bakugou clenched his jaw. “Shut up.”

You stood in front of him, pushing his legs apart, watching as your skirt rode up his slender legs. Positioning yourself in between his parted legs, holding the hem of his new shirt between your fingers. 

“Even though I just told you to change into this… let’s take it off,” you said, undoing the buttons yourself.

Your fingers worked fast and as you undid the last button, sliding the blouse off his shoulders, his tits practically jumped out. His nipples were perky and your eyes widened at the sheer size of them. Of course Bakugou, who already had huge pecs, would have huge boobs as a woman. 

“God,” you mumbled, causing Bakugou’s face to burn. You brushed your finger along his reddened cheeks. “You’re blushing a lot, Kats.”

“Stop it,” Bakugou said, embarrassed and pushing your hands away. “It feels so… new.”

“Of course it does,” you said, tossing the blouse aside. 

“I didn’t think you’d wanna have sex or do anything with me,” Bakugou confessed. 

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re still my boyfriend, or well… my partner, I guess.” You leaned forward, grazing your lips against his. “Want me to make you feel good, Katsuki?”

Bakugou swallowed before nodding his head slowly. You grinned, kissing him again and immediately sliding your tongue into his mouth. He moaned against your mouth and you didn’t detach yourself from him even as you pushed him back on the mattress, hovering over his body and straddling him.

He wrapped his arms around your neck and you slid your hands from his hips up to his breasts, kneading them in your hands. He let out a whimper as you rolled his nipples in between your fingers, grinding yourself against him. 

In that moment you understood completely why Bakugou loved to do this with you, climb over you, caress you, go down on you; he loved hearing every sound that came out of your mouth. And the sounds Bakugou was making with his new body, it was driving you insane.

You pulled away, your lips moist and Bakugou let out a whimper from the loss of contact. You held yourself up by planting your palms on either side of his head. Bringing a hand up, you brushed away at his bangs from his forehead. 

“Want more?” You asked, causing Bakugou to nod vigorously, not a second of hesitation. “Okay, let’s try something.”

You crawled off of him and off the bed, opening one of the drawers from your nightstand from your side of the bed. Bakugou widened his eyes at the sight of a purple dildo and a red suctioned rose toy vibrator that you took out of the drawer. 

“You use these?” He asked in disbelief.

“Calm down,” you said, putting both of the toys on the bed and closing the drawer. “It’s only when you’re gone on missions… and when I miss you.”

Bakugou smirked, leaning forward as he grabbed the dildo. “You use ‘em every time I’m gone?”

You nodded, taking the dildo from his hands. “Lean against the headboard,” you commanded. 

Another thing you loved was how obedient he was and you watched amusingly as he crossed the bed, tossing your pillows aside and leaned against the wooden headboard. You crawled back onto the bed, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him up onto his knees towards you as you kissed him.

He opened his mouth instinctively for you and he undid your top, tossing the fabric to the floor. Your hands snaked down, pushing his skirt up and hooking your fingers into the waistband of his panties.

You pushed him back so he was sitting once again, making it easier to slide the panties right off his legs. His arousal collecting between his legs glistened under the lights. “Wow, you’re so wet,” you teased. 

“Shut up,” Bakugou muttered, embarrassed. He looked back up at you, his eyes flaring. “Do something about it.”

You bit back a smile as you ordered him to move a bit forward, sliding and positioning yourself right behind him. His back pressed against your chest and he felt the fabric of your bra against his back. 

You bent Bakugou’s knees up, spreading his legs as you swiftly grabbed the vibrator, turned it on and pressed it to his clit.

Bakugou gasped, clutching your wrist instinctively. “Holy shit–”

You smiled, fondling his breast in your other hand as his nails dug into your wrist, his other hand gripping the bed sheets beneath him. He moved his hips along the vibrations, moaning as he leaned his head into your shoulder. 

“Oh, fuck– It feels– It feels so fuckin’ good,” Bakugou whimpered.

You kissed his cheek. “You like it?” Bakugou answered with a gasp. “Let’s try something else.”

Bakugou let out a whining sound when you removed the vibrator from his pussy, looking over his shoulder and back at you with heartbreak in his eyes. You kissed him softly. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll let you come. I just wanna try some things first.”

Bakugou swallowed as you set aside the vibrator, now covered in his slick. You brought your arm down, your fingers gliding against his folds. “I’m gonna put a finger in. Tell me if it’s too much.”

Bakugou bit his lip and nodded, turning back around and leaning back into you again. You slowly and carefully slid your middle finger into his hole and he let out a short gasp. “How’s that?”

“G-Good,” Bakugou sputtered. 

You slid your ring finger in him and his mouth fell open from the stretch. Without any warning you began to rock your fingers inside him and he clutched the sheets in his fists. “Holy fuck,” he choked.

God, he was so adorable and you wanted to hear more of him, hear him get louder and beg for more as you grabbed the vibrator, turning it back on and holding it against his clit. 

“Fuck–! Y/N–!” He whined as you undulated your fingers faster, pressing the vibrator harder against his clit. His breathing quickened, his toes curling as he writhed against you. “Shit– I can’t– I think I’m gonna–”

His eyes rolled as his legs shook, coming all over your fingers. Bakugou had experienced his first female orgasm. And he was completely worn out afterwards as well, panting as his chest rose and fell.

“Holy shit,” he said in awe as you pulled your fingers out. “That’s how– it feels for you–?” He asked in between breaths. 

You nodded, setting aside the vibrator. “Every time you finger me or eat me out, that’s how I feel.”

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” Bakugou said breathlessly.

You brought your fingers up to his lips and he glanced at you. “Wanna see how you taste?” You asked, watching as he looked at your glistening fingers.

He parted his lips, his tongue slithering over your fingers as he sucked his own come, savoring the taste.

You pulled your fingers out of his mouth, tilting his chin up so he looked at you. “And the best part? I can make you come so many times… we can do this for hours.”

“What?” Bakugou said in disbelief.

“I’m not done with you yet, Kats,” you said with a sly grin.

“Wait– Baby, I need a sec–”

You ignored him, pulling him so his back pressed against your chest again. Bakugou watched your every movement, his breathing quickening as you picked up the dildo, holding it in between his legs.

You rubbed the head of the silicone dildo against Bakugou’s folds, collecting his come. He bit his lip, feeling the head rub against his still throbbing clit. But you didn’t put it in yet, wanting to tease him. And he knew that. 

“I’m liking this side of you, Katsuki,” you teased in his ear.

He whipped his head to look back at you, his own locks hitting him in the face. “Stop teasin’ me and fuckin’ put it in–”

Bakugou choked on his words as you slowly slid the dildo inside him, stretching his new pussy out until the base of the dildo was flat against your palm. He sucked in every inch of it.

“Oh my god,” Bakugou gasped, throwing his head back.

You kissed his head. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

Bakugou shook his head. “No, fuck– It’s so b-big–”

You smirked, kissing his cheek and then his neck. “This is how it feels when you’re cock’s inside me,” you cooed in his ear and he whimpered. “So big and stretching me like you’re gonna split me open.”

You held the base of the dildo again. “I’m gonna start moving, okay?”

Bakugou nodded slowly and his toes curled immediately as you pulled the dildo out and slid it back inside him. You continued your pace, sliding in and out as his pussy squelched along with every movement. 

Bakugou rocked his hips into the dildo, holding your wrist for stability as he moaned and cried, tears sliding down his face as you fucked him. 

You turned his head to make him face you with your free hand, taking in his fucked out expression. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes, fuck, it feels so good,” Bakugou cried and you kissed him, swallowing his moans and pants.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, Kats?” You purred into his mouth. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Yes, fuck, yes–” He gasped as you increased your speed, fucking him even faster and harder, making sure to press the dildo into him every time you fucked him.

“Are you gonna come again?” You asked, smirking while seeing his legs start to shake once more. 

“Yes, baby, don’t stop please,” he begged, more tears streaming down his face. 

“I won’t, baby. Come, I’ve got you,” you whispered, fucking him with so much intensity, his toes curled and he screamed, throwing his head back with a cry.

He raised his legs as he came again and you fucked him through his orgasm. He dropped his legs back onto the mattress as he heaved, slowly coming down from his high.

You chuckled, pulling the dildo out and causing him to let out a small yelp. “How was that?”

Bakugou glanced over to you, his pink lips curling up into a smile. “Fuckin’ amazing…”

You smiled, kissing him, much softer and more earnest this time. He hummed against your lips and you moved from behind him, pushing him so his back hit the mattress. He looked up at you, confused. 

You straddled him, undoing your bra and tossing it to the floor. “We’re not done yet,” you announced.

“What–”

“I got two orgasms out of you but I’ve still got my clothes on,” you stated, unbuttoning your pants. 

The woman blinked back at you. “Wait… Katsuo was picked up two hours ago. He said a family member came to pick him up.”

Your bag, that you held in your hand, fell to the floor in shock. “What? No, that’s…” Your voice drifted off as your heart started to hammer in your chest.

You grabbed your bag, pulling your phone out and speedialing Bakugou’s number. This had to be a miscommunication issue and you knew your husband would clear this up. Or at least that was what you convinced yourself. 

“Hey, baby. Headin’ home?” Bakugou asked, answering on the first ring like he always did.

“Did you pick Tsuo up from daycare?” You asked, cutting to the chase and not bothering with the regular niceties. 

“What? No, I’m still on patrol. You always pick him up,” he responded.

Your hands shook and you curled them up into fists. “He’s– He’s not here.”

“The fuck do you mean he’s not there?” Bakugou asked, his voice dripping with concern.

“He’s not here. They said somebody else picked him up. A fam-family member,” you sputtered.

“Fuck. Just… wait there. Lemme call Ma,” Bakugou said, and you could hear him start to dial his mother’s number. “Don’t panic, baby. We’ll find him, everything’s fine.”

Bakugou hung up and you clutched your phone in your hand, waiting for him to call back. 

The aid approached you again, looking hesitant to even speak to you. For good reason. “I’m so sorry. We were so busy today and I assumed it was you that picked him up because you always pick him up and–”

You raised a hand to the aid. “Respectfully, please stop talking before I lose my shit,” you said sternly. The woman swallowed nervously and nodded, walking away to give you space.

Your phone buzzed in your hand and you answered your husband’s call. “Is he there? Does Ma have Tsuo?”

“Okay…” Bakugou started and you heard him take a breath. “... Ma doesn’t have him.”

You covered your mouth, your lips beginning to tremble. “Oh my god…” Your knees shook and you braced a hand to one of the canopy pillars in the schoolyard to prevent yourself from falling to the ground. “What’re we gonna do, someone has our baby!”

“I’m gonna get him back, Y/N,” Bakugou said, wind picking up on his side of the line and you knew he was flying while on the phone with you. “Go home. Ma’s gonna be there and we need someone home in case Tsuo goes there, okay? I’m gonna find him, Y/N.”

When you got home, your hands shaking as you attempted to unlock your door, the front door swung open, revealing your mother-in-law who looked just as concerned as you. “Oh, sweetie,” Mitsuki said, taking your hand and pulling you inside. 

“Ma–” You started, your voice cracking as you started to cry.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Mitsuki reassured you, embracing you immediately. You clung to her, burying your head into her shoulder as you sobbed. She rubbed your back. “Katsuki’s out there with so many other pros trying to find Katsuo and Masaru’s at the police station working with them, too. We will find him.”

You pulled away, sniffling slightly. “I should be out there, too.”

Mitsuki shook her head. “No, we need to stay here in case there’s a possibility Tsuo comes here.”

“Okay,” you said softly. Your lips started to quiver again. “I just– I feel useless– I–” You choked on your words, falling into another fit of sobs.

Mitsuki held you in her arms again, kissing your head. “We’ll find him, baby. We’ll find him. I swear it.”

The front door burst open and you and Mitsuki snapped your heads in its direction. You immediately stood up after seeing Bakugou, practically running towards him. “Did you find him?!” You exclaimed.

Bakugou was panting but he shook his head and the tears you had finally gotten to cease immediately erupted and you burst into tears again. “Baby, it’s gonna be okay,” Bakugou murmured softly, pulling you close to him.

You pushed him away. “How do you know that?! My baby’s out there all alone and I don’t even know if he’s okay and… oh god–”

You fell to the floor on your knees, unable to hold yourself up as you sobbed into your hands. “I can’t take it, Katsuki, I can’t!”

Bakugou looked back at his mother who had a hand to her chest as she looked at you sympathetically. He knelt down in front of you, holding you close to him. “I’m gonna go back out there and find him. I needed to check on you, it’s why I came home.”

Before you could say anything else, Bakugou’s phone rang and he grabbed it quickly and answered it. You wiped your cheeks, straightening up when you heard him say, “You found him?!”

Mitsuki gasped as you stood up, Bakugou rising as well. You could barely process anything else Bakugou said on his phone call as you started getting lightheaded. All you could remember after that was Mitsuki calling out your name before all you saw was black.

You sat upright with a gasp, your vision hazy as you looked around and processed where you were. It was your living room and Mitsuki sat beside you.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” She asked gently.

After remembering what had happened, you clutched Mitsuki’s hand. “Did they find him?! Is Tsuo back?!”

Mitsuki smiled and nodded. “Eijirou just showed up–” You didn’t wait for her to finish as you stood up, your head pounding as you rushed to the door. 

Bakugou stood in front of the open door, turning to you. “You okay, baby?”

You nodded, dismissing his worries. “I’m fine. Where is he?”

Kirishima parked in your driveway and the back door opened, Katsuo running out of it and into your home with red, tear stained cheeks. “Momma! Daddy!”

You immediately burst into tears, crouching down with open arms. “Oh, my baby!”

Katsuo ran into your arms, crying into your shoulder. The pain in your chest finally began to subside and the headache you had from quite literally fainting was still there but none of that mattered; you got your son back.

Bakugou knelt beside you, holding you and Katsuo in his arms. 

“I-It was so scary, Momma,” Katsuo sputtered through his sobs.

You caressed his head, wiping his cheeks. “I’m so sorry, baby. It’s okay now. Momma and Daddy are here.”

Kirishima stood by the doorframe, two law enforcement officers behind him and he gave you a sympathetic smile. “We’ll come back later. They wanna give you more info about what happened,” he explained.

Bakugou nodded. “Thank you.”

You sniffled. “Yes, thank you, Eijirou.” 

Kirishima smiled. “No problem. I’m happy he’s safe.” He wished you all a good night before leaving with the officers. 

Katsuo pulled away from you, rubbing his swollen and puffy eyes. He must’ve been sobbing the entire time he was abducted. 

“Oh, you poor angel,” Mitsuki said with tears in her eyes. Katsuo ran to his grandmother and she picked him up and held her in her arms.

You and Bakugou stood up and you did your best to wipe your cheeks and rid them of your tears but it was no use; you couldn’t stop crying. Bakugou put an arm around you and kissed your head and you leaned into him.

“There was a big scary guy and–and he said he was best friends with Daddy,” Katsuo said with a hiccup, leaning his head on Mitsuki’s shoulder. “And he said he’s my uncle and I– I–”

He couldn’t finish his sentence and you approached him, rubbing his back. Katsuo raised his arms for you to hold him as he moved from Mitsuki’s arms to you. “It’s okay, sweetie. You’re home and you’re safe and that’s all that matters,” you reassured him as best as you could.

Katsuo nodded against you and as you rocked him in your arms, Mitsuki turned to her son, who couldn’t stop looking at Katsuo. “Dad and I can stay if you need us,” she offered.

Bakugou shook his head. “No, Ma. It's late. You should get some sleep. We’ll come by tomorrow.”

Mitsuki nodded, smiling at you and Katsuo and kissing both of your cheeks before leaving for the night. 

After doing your best to have as close to a normal dinner as possible, Bakugou showered while you got Katsuo ready for bed. Katsuo laid back in his bed and you pulled his dinosaur themed comforter over him, tucking his little body into bed. You knelt down beside his bed.

“Momma, am I going to the care place tomorrow?” Katsuo asked, referring to the daycare.

You shook your head, patting his hair down. “No, baby. You’re staying home with Momma.”

Katsuo furrowed his brows in confusion. “But Momma has to go school.”

You smiled. “Not for now. For now I need to be with my little Tsuo,” you cooed, pinching his cheek and causing him to giggle.

Katsuo looked past you and grinned. “Daddy!”

Bakugou stood at Katsuo’s door, walking inside and sitting on his bed. “You okay, bud?”

Katsuo nodded slowly. “It was really scary but… I knew I was going to be okay ‘cause my Daddy’s the best hero!”

You glanced over to Bakugou and watched as he bit his cheek, smiling slightly at his son. You both kissed Katsuo good night, leaving his nightlight on before exiting his room.

The minute you closed Katsuo’s bedroom door behind you, Bakugou burst into tears. “Oh, Kats,” you murmured softly.

“I couldn’t even fuckin’ get my son back,” Bakugou mumbled angrily through his tears, rubbing his eyes furiously as if that would make him stop crying.”What kinda hero am I?”

“It’s not your fault, okay?” You said, pushing his hands away from his face. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, looking him straight in his eyes. “There’s a reason why there’s so many heroes… you can’t do all of this hero work on your own.”

You gave him a smile. “Plus, you came home to check on me… How would that make you a bad hero?”

Bakugou’s lips quivered into a smile. “I love you,” he murmured, kissing you softly. 

He pulled away with a sigh, staring at Katsuo’s door. “Fuck, I can’t let him sleep in there by himself.”

Bakugou went over to the door and opened it and Katsuo sat up curiously. “Wanna sleep with Momma and Daddy?” Bakugou offered. 

Katsuo grinned, screaming out a, “Yes!” He leapt out of bed, zipping past both of you and climbing up on your bed to the best of his ability. Katsuo giggled, rolling around in your spacious bed, giddy and elated to be sleeping with his parents.

Bakugou looked back at you, holding your hand in his. “C’mon.”

It had been exactly two months since you’d started seeing and dating each other. Despite the fact that you’d been intimate together and Bakugou gave you a copy of his keys to his apartment, things still weren’t official between you two.

He never asked you to be his girlfriend… which meant you two were still in the prolonged dating phase.

And you couldn’t help but think about whether or not Bakugou wanted a relationship as much as you did. To be fair, you did all of the things people dating and in relationships do… there just wasn’t the label.

These thoughts swarmed your mind for the past few weeks and even in that moment as you finished cooking dinner, waiting for your sort-of-boyfriend to come home from patrol.

As you started putting plates and utensils on Bakugou’s dining table, the door opened, and he trudged in, kicking his boots off and tossing his work bag to the side.

Bakugou looked up at you, smiling. Then he noticed the various dishes you had cooked and served on the table. “What’s all this?”

“Oh, nothing,” you said offhandedly, watching him closely. “Just wanted to do something special.”

He approached you, giving you a kiss. “Thanks, baby. Lemme shower and I’ll be out.”

You nodded, watching as he disappeared into his bedroom. Letting out a sigh, you sat at the dining table, gnawing on the inside of your cheek. You hoped that making this special dinner would push Bakugou towards making things official. And it wasn’t that you didn’t want to pop the question yourself; you just feared the thought that Bakugou only wanted something casual and didn’t want anything long term.

You were snapped away from your thoughts as Bakugou emerged from his bedroom, black tee and sweats hanging low on his hips with his hair damp. He kissed your head before sitting opposite to you at the table, his crimson eyes scanning the dishes in awe.

“You made all my favorites?” Bakugou asked in astonishment. You nodded as you both began to eat. “Is it my fuckin’ birthday and I didn’t know or somethin’?”

“Something like that…” You mumbled, taking a sip of water. “I was just thinking, you know, we’ve been together for two months as of today.”

Bakugou nodded slowly. “Okay… are we supposed to celebrate our anniversary every month?”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “No, I thought it’d be nice to acknowledge how long we’ve been together since this is your first relationship and all.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Bakugou said offhandedly as he continued eating.

You leaned forward, propping your elbows on the table. “It is crazy that it’s already been two months…”

Bakugou paused, putting his chopsticks down. “Why do you keep mentioning the two months thing?”

You ran a hand down your face in frustration, slamming your own chopsticks down on the table. “I’m trying to get you to ask me to be your girlfriend!”

Bakugou blinked back at you. “... What?”

You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. “So you don’t care that we’re not official?”

“What?” Bakugou repeated, genuinely confused. “Not official? You’re already my girlfriend.”

This time you paused, staring back at him. “What?”

“We’ve been together for two months.”

“Yeah, together and dating but not official.”

“Says who?”

“Says me!” You exclaimed, practically throwing your hands in the air. “You haven’t asked me!”

Bakugou was silent for a moment. “... I’m supposed to ask you?”

You genuinely facepalmed yourself. “So you think we’ve been boyfriend and girlfriend this whole time?” Bakugou nodded. “Starting when? When did our relationship start?”

“When we went on our first date,” Bakugou said matter-of-factly. 

You burst out into laughter and he narrowed his eyes at you. “Why the hell are you laughin’?”

You stood up, circling the table and sitting on his lap. You kissed him, holding his face in your hands. “God you’re so cute sometimes.”

Bakugou looked up at you curiously. “Kats, usually people go on a few dates and then ask if you want them to be your girlfriend. It doesn’t start right away from our first date.”

“Why not? Who says how we date?” Bakugou huffed and you shook your head in disbelief. “So… are we celebratin’ our anniversary every month?”

You laughed. “No, we’re not.”

Bakugou smirked, resting his hand on your hip. “I knew I wanted you to be mine the minute I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you. And that started on our first date. So you’ve been mine since then and I’ve been yours. I’m still yours.”

“You’re so sweet,” you murmured, kissing his cheek. 

“So…” Bakugou started, his voice trailing off as he looked up at you. “Will you keep bein’ my girlfriend?”

“Fuck, I haven’t touched you in a minute,” he mumbled, bringing his other hand up to twist one of your nipples. 

“You’ve been busy– with work–” You said in between your moans. You looked over your shoulder and looked up at him through your wet lashes. “But the kids– they might hear us…”

“They’re sleepin’, baby,” Bakugou said, his lips curling up into a lopsided smirk. Two of his fingers sank into your pussy, slick with your arousal and the water from the shower. “I’ll make sure they don’t hear you.”

As his fingers undulated inside you enough to make your toes curl, he brought his other hand up and clamped it over your mouth. Your eyes widened as you leaned into him, gripping his arm as his long, thick fingers hit your sweet spot with every movement.

Your moans and whimpers were muffled against his wet palm and you could barely breathe through your nose as the water continued to pelt you, sliding down your face.

Bakugou dipped his head beside your ear, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You gonna come already?”

You mumbled against his hand, your knees shaking as he ground his palm against your clit. “Didn’t hear you, sweetheart,” he said with a devious smile. 

Bakugou picked up the pace of his fingers and you dug your nails into his forearm, your legs shaking as your pussy squelched against the water and your own arousal. “Shit, you’re tightenin’ around my fuckin’ hand,” Bakugou said with a chuckle as you got closer and closer to your own climax.

Despite his hand covering your mouth, you were still a babbling mess although the sounds you were making were incoherent. Bakugou had to hold you up as you squeezed your thighs around his hand and came all over his fingers.

He finally released his hand from over your mouth and you panted, your chest rising and falling as you came down from your high from orgasming coupled with finally being able to breathe better. 

Bakugou slipped his fingers into his mouth. “Water fuckin’ ruined the taste,” he grumbled. He knelt over and kissed your temple. “You okay?” You nodded weakly, your core still throbbing. 

“Good, ‘cause my dick’s gonna fall off if I don’t come right now,” he said, turning you back around and splaying his hand against your back, forcing you to bend over. You nearly got whiplash from how fast he made you move, planting both your palms against the wall.

You bit back a moan as Bakugou brushed the tip of his cock in between your folds, pressing against your clit. “Put it in, Kats,” you whined.

Bakugou chuckled at your impatience. “Alright, alright.” 

He slowly sunk his cock deep into you and you gasped, feeling the stretch of his thick length in you. His hands gripped your hips as he began snapping his hips back and forth into you.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he cursed, fingers digging into your skin.

“Oh–!” You yelped, pressing your cheek against the wall. 

“Feel so good, baby,” Bakugou praised you and you whimpered in response. The water from the shower was slick against Bakugou’s cock, making it even easier to slide in and out of your aching pussy.

Right when you were nearing your second orgasm, Bakugou stopped his movements, pulling out of you. Before you could complain and question him, he said, “Wanna try somethin’.”

Bakugou pulled you up, your back straight once again. Then he turned you around so you were facing him and he swiftly picked you up, his hands on your ass as he held you up.

You let out a yelp from the sudden movement, holding his shoulders for stability. Bakugou pressed your back against the wall and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t drop me.”

“C’mon, baby. Have some faith in me,” he said with a grin, leaning in and kissing you. “Wanted to see your face. Miss seein’ this face when I fuck you.”

You smiled against his lips, letting out a sigh as he pushed his cock back inside you. He pressed his forehead against yours and he didn’t waste a second to go back to thrusting in and out of you.

“K-Kats,” you moaned.

He closed his lips over yours once more, slipping his tongue in your mouth. Drops of water slipped inside your mouth as you whimpered against his open mouth. You could feel every vein and ridge of his cock against your walls as he rammed himself in you.

“Love you, baby,” he murmured, his breathing becoming ragged as he quickened his pace.

“L-Love you,” you whined, pressing your head into the crook of his neck, your toes curling from around his waist as you felt yourself finally getting closer to another orgasm.

And that was when what you feared would happen happened.

As Bakugou quickened his thrusting, he began to lean into you, losing the firm footing he once held on the slippery, wet floor of your shower. He slipped, and despite warning him not to drop you, he did just that. He fucking dropped you.

In the moment of instinctively attempting to catch himself from falling, Bakugou let go of his hold on you, planting his own hands against the wall and accidentally letting you fall on your bare ass to the floor.

You yelped in shock, groaning from the aftermath of your fall. And to make matters worse: the bastard had the nerve to laugh. You did your best to glare up at him past the water pelting you on the floor. “You asshole!”

“Sorry, baby,” he said in between his laughs, pulling you back up to your feet. He ducked his head down to give you an apology kiss but you pushed him away, sliding the door open to your shower and carefully exiting it.

“Oh, c’mon, baby. I didn’t mean it,” Bakugou said, turning the shower off. 

“I don’t care,” you grumbled, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your body. “I told you not to drop me and you did!”

Bakugou bit back a smile as he got out of the shower, approaching you and putting his hands on your hips over the towel. His cock was still rock hard. “Lemme make it up to you.”

“No,” you said adamantly, pushing him away again. “I’m going to bed.”

“Y/N,” he called out in disbelief as you stomped out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, your ass still sore from your fall. 

You whipped your head back to face him, your hair slapping you in the face. You eyed his dick. “You can take care of that yourself. I’m never having sex with you in the shower again!”

“I said I was sorry–”

“You laughed, Katsuki!”

“It was funny!”

You clenched your teeth, tossing your towel aside as you went back to him and slapped his chest in annoyance. “You wouldn’t think it was funny if you were the one that fell!”

Bakugou laughed, easily avoiding your hits as he caught your wrists in his hands. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him so your tits pressed against his chest. You wriggled in his hold, attempting to slip away but to no avail. Bakugou wasn’t letting you go. 

“I’m sorry I laughed,” he said earnestly despite the grin on his face.

And you did your best to stay mad at him but you couldn’t, not when he looked so damn handsome with his damp hair and his naked body pressed against yours. His dick was sandwiched in between your bodies, completely distracting you.

He swiftly lifted you up again, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walked forward out of the bathroom. He dropped you, gently, onto the bed, laying you back and hovering over you.

You put your hands against his chest. “You didn’t dry off!”

“I’ll change the sheets later,” he said, his words jumbled in a rush as he closed his lips over yours, swallowing your moans as he rocked his hips into yours.

“... Okay it wasn’t the best,” you gave in as Bakugou opened the door for you.

“Told ya,” Bakugou said as you held his hand in yours, walking towards Bakugou’s car parked a few streets over from the busy plaza.

In the distance there was a sudden commotion, a crowd of people congregating around something. “What’s that about?” You asked, craning your neck to see past Bakugou’s shoulder.

“Might be a villain,” he said, his voice gruff. “Stay here.”

“Wait, let me come with you–”

“Absolutely not. Stay here,” he said adamantly. You sighed, standing off to the side as Bakugou walked toward the crowd.

He didn’t even get five steps away from you before a figure jumped over the crowd, a masked man cackling to himself. He tore at his clothes, releasing a green gas from his skin, causing the people around him to scream and run.

Bakugou was quick to move, reaching out and grabbing you and pulling you to him. “Don’t breathe,” he said in a rush, clamping a calloused hand over your mouth and nose as he gripped his arm around your waist. 

But his efforts didn’t work as the green gas seeped quickly through the air and you both inhaled the gas. You broke out into a fit of coughs, Bakugou bending over in the same state as you. You felt dizzy, as if someone had knocked you off your feet and put you out of balance. The entirety of your body felt tingly and started to throb, a sensation you’d never experienced.

You looked up at Bakugou to see if he was experiencing the same phenomena as you and you gasped at the sight before you. “Katsuki! Y-You’re body!”

“My what?” He looked back at you, eyes widening as he looked you up and down. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“Me?” You looked down at your hands that looked slightly smaller, the skin less blemished. Your dress you had worn had gotten loose and started to slip off your shoulders, forcing you to clutch the fabric in your hands to prevent it from falling right off.

“The fuck just happened?” Bakugou asked, looking down at his own body. His own clothes had gotten looser as well, his button down top and his pants slack on his legs despite his belt attempting to hold it in place. His muscles, which were still prominent, weren’t as bulky as they usually were.

He stared back at you, taking his jacket off and draping it around your shoulders to shield you from being quite literally naked. Bakugou’s clothes had always drowned your body, but not in the way it did in that moment.

You gasped. “Your scars!” You raised a hand to his face, your thumb caressing the area of the scar that used to be right under his eye. 

Bakugou pulled his sleeve up on his right arm, where there once used to be scars littering his skin but it was now clean and unblemished. He undid the first few buttons of his top and sure enough the scar on his chest also was gone. All of his scars from the war had vanished.

He glanced back at you, moving the jacket back and peering down your dress. “Hey!” You exclaimed.

“Your scar’s gone too…” He mumbled, his fingers brushing over your dress where your stomach scar used to be.

“What’s going on?” You asked, slipping Bakugou’s jacket on and buttoning it up. 

“Fucker has a deaging quirk,” Bakugou said angrily, looking around for the villain who was long gone.

“What?!” You exclaimed. As outlandish as it sounded, you knew this had to be the reason. Why else would you and Bakugou have no scars and had clothes that no longer fit either of you. “How old do you think we are?”

Bakugou kept examining his arm. “Well, if I don’t have scars from the war then… looks like I’m fifteen.”

“Fifteen,” you repeated in a murmur. You opened and closed your fists, touching your body like it was a foreign object. Every scar and blemish you had as a result of carrying your two children and the effects of aging over twenty extra years was gone.

“C’mon, let’s just go home,” Bakugou said, grabbing your hand and continuing to walk towards his car. Even his hand, that used to be covered in calluses after years of being a pro hero, had gotten so much softer. 

“But how can you drive if you’re fifteen?” You asked in concern.

“Does that matter right now?”

As Bakugou pulled into your driveway, he hung up his phone call in annoyance. He said he was going to call a pro hero that had a healing quirk to see if they had insight on your current predicament. 

“They said we’re gonna have to wait it out,” Bakugou said with a groan, putting his car in park.

“This’ll be weird for the kids…” You murmured, readjusting the buttons of Bakugou’s jacket.

“Forget the kids, it’s weird for me,” Bakugou retorted, exiting the car. He circled around and opened your door.

When you swung your legs out and planted your feet on the ground, you frowned. “My shoes are a little big.”

“I’ll carry you.”

“No, I’ll just take them off,” you said and before you could lean down and take them off, Bakugou beat you to it, kneeling down, undoing the clasp of your heels, and holding them in his hand.

He used his other hand to help you up and when he dipped his head to give you a kiss, something that would’ve been completely normal under any other circumstance, you let out a shriek and pushed him away.

Bakugou looked absolutely bewildered. “The hell?”

“Don’t kiss me,” you commanded, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Why?”

“... It’s weird,” you mumbled.

“Baby, we’re the same age.”

“I know but…” You glanced back at your husband, the same thoughts flooding your mind that had been recurring since you saw him. “You’re the same age as Tsuo and you look like him.”

Bakugou let out a laugh. “Fine.”

To be fair, Katsuo had always been a carbon copy of his father but the difference in age between fifteen year old Katsuo and Bakugou who was in his late thirties made a world of a difference. Now that they were both the same age… Bakugou could’ve been Katsuo's identical twin.

You tiptoed over the pavement as Bakugou unlocked the front door. When you both entered, you let out a sigh as Bakugou tossed your heels aside. 

Suki skipped down the stairs and she frowned after seeing her father. “When the hell did you go out? I thought you were upstairs.”

Bakugou gave her a puzzled look. “What?”

Suki looked past his shoulder, made eye contact with you, and gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. “Mom?!”

You gave her a thin lipped smile, pulling Bakugou’s jacket closer to you to not expose yourself. Suki stood in front of both of you, looking back and forth between you and Bakugou. “What happened?! Dad?!”

“We got hit by a villain’s quirk,” Bakugou quickly explained. “So we’re both fifteen now.”

Suki grabbed you by your shoulders. “You’re so small, Mom!”

“I know it feels so weird,” you said.

“And Dad, you look just like Tsuo,” Suki said, turning to her father.

As if being summoned, Katsuo walked downstairs. “Who looks just like me?”

He stopped on one of the steps, his vermillion eyes practically bulging out of his head as he looked back and forth between you and Bakugou. “What the fuck?!”

“Katsuo!” You scolded him.

“Mom? Dad?” Katsuo asked incredulously.

“Yeah, it’s us,” Bakugou said.

“How long are you stuck like this?” Suki asked.

“We don’t know,” you said with a shake of your head. “I’m gonna go change… these clothes are too big.”

You passed Katsuo on the stairs as you went up and he stared at you, still bewildered by what he just witnessed. Bakugou followed you upstairs. 

He closed your bedroom door behind him and just as he started to unbutton his top, you stopped him. “No! Change in the bathroom!” 

Bakugou looked at you like you had two heads. “What? Why?”

“I told you, you’re throwing me off looking like that,” you murmured, still unable to unsee your son in your husband’s fifteen year old features. 

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Fine.” Then went into the bathroom to change. 

Once you changed into clothes that wouldn’t slip right off your body, you made your way back downstairs. Suki looked up at you from where she sat on the couch and grinned.

“Aw, Mom! You look so cute!” She exclaimed. “So this was you at fifteen?”

You sighed, sitting beside her. “Yeah, I was super energetic and much smaller I guess.”

Katsuo emerged from the kitchen and gave you a hesitant look. “It feels weird… It’s like you’re my classmate or something.”

Suki gasped suddenly. “What if Mom and Dad don’t change back and then they have to go to school with you?!”

“Why the hell would you say that?” Katsuo chided his little sister.

“No, no that won’t happen…” Your voice trailed off. “I hope it doesn’t.”

Bakugou came down the stairs, his usual black tee and black shorts loose on his teen limbs. “All these damn clothes are too damn big,” he grumbled.

“You can wear mine,” Katsuo offered. 

“No, ‘cause when we grow back you’ll rip his clothes,” you said and Bakugou agreed.

Suki stared at her father with wide eyes. “Dad, you really do look like Tsuo…”

Bakugou and Katsuo looked at each other. “It’s kinda freaking me out…” Katsuo said quietly. 

“What? There’s nothing freaky about my face,” Bakugou said defensively.

“It’s not your face, Kats,” you chided.

“Well, I think it’s cool we get to see what you guys were like when you were young,” Suki said with a shrug.

“Yeah, but I’d rather not be a fifteen year old again,” you grumbled.

“Dunno ‘bout you but I want this shit to be done so I’m goin’ to bed,” Bakugou announced, turning on his heel towards the stairs. “We’ll be back to normal by morning. So go to bed you two.”

“Do we have to listen to you since you aren’t older than me anymore?” Katsuo teased.

“You wanna say that again when we’re back to normal?” You asked, giving your son a look.

“No ma’am.” Katsuo stood up and made his way upstairs, Suki laughing and following him.

You laid back in bed, pulling the comforters over your body as Bakugou turned the lights off. “I feel like I have more energy now that I’m this young again.”

“Oh yeah?” Bakugou said with a smirk, sliding under the covers beside you and hovering over you. “You wanna test that out?”

“Ew, no!” You exclaimed, pushing him aside. “Don’t say things like that!”

“Why not? I’m still the same person. I’m still your husband,” he said, taking offense.

“Maybe… but I can’t look at you like that. I told you, you look too much like Tsuo right now,” you said quietly. You scooched away from him, further than you ever would sleeping beside him. “Stay on your side of the bed.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “This is fuckin’ ridiculous. I can’t even get a kiss?”

“No.”

“Can I hold you?”

“No.”

“C’mon!”

You pulled the sheets closer to you, closing your eyes. “You’ll survive one night.”

“I barely survived eight years without you,” Bakugou mumbled.

“So, you’ll be fine with another night.”

Bakugou turned over, facing away from you. “You’re meaner when you’re fifteen,” he huffed.

You held back a laugh, finding his sulking amusing. Moving closer to him, you put your arm around his torso, pressing your cheek against his back. “Do you think we would’ve gotten along if we met when we were fifteen?”

Bakugou laughed, putting his hand over yours. “Dunno… I was kinda an asshole.”

“Yeah, Eijirou and the guys told me about how bad you were.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes hearing his friends’ talking about him. “I was stuck up and a prick… I wouldn’t want you near me. Wouldn’t want you to see me like that.”

“Maybe, but I think I’d still find you cute,” you murmured.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I like how mean you are. Makes me wanna annoy you.”

Bakugou chuckled, turning over to face you. He caressed your cheek, kissing your head. “Nah, we met at the right time. Wouldn’t wanna have it any other way.”