Katsuki

It was supposed to be a day of celebration. But the next time Katsuki wakes up, he lost his mom, got himself trapped in an unfamiliar body, and is being fucked by his own father.

OR

The whorification of Bakugou Katsuki for Bakugou Masaru.

Notes:

I do not condone incest. This is a fantasy and nothing more.

Please read the tags.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Lost Identity

Chapter Text

Despite what most people dubbed him as, Bakugou Katsuki, Pro-Hero Dynamight, isn't just proud, loud, and as his fans call him, a gremlin.

He's a hero, first and foremost. Well, hero student, still. But it's only two months before their graduation, and Katsuki will be graduating as one of the Big Three of their batch. He's eighty percent of the time on the streets already, rather than in classrooms, doing patrols and missions as one of Endevour's best sidekicks.

He's a friend to his classmates, no matter how many times he denies it. Years of hero school and doing death-defying school events and assignments (i.e Summer when he got kidnapped, Second Term when they almost turned the hero society upside down, you know, normal things) made him mature and soft, and sooner he found himself worrying about his classmates, one of most frequent is his best friend, stupid Izuku.

And most importantly, he's a son to his parents. Despite gagging at the thought of showing appreciation through words, and being sweet and affectionate to his parents, Katsuki cannot deny that he is still a son to his parents. And the moment Burnin told him that he was one of the Hero Rookies of the Year that will receive an award, his first thought was to call his mom and share the good news.

Mitsuki, his mom, as loud and as proud as he is, almost exploded his eardrums with her squeal the moment she heard the news. And it even turned an octave higher when Katsuki told her that he'll bring her and Masaru, his dad, to P-Island for the ceremony.

(P-Island is one of the small private islands located at I-Island. Katsuki doesn't fucking know how an island is inside an island, don't fucking ask him.)

Katsuki was one of the youngest achievers of the award for this year, even stupid Izuku didn't get the award. Despite Izuku and Shoto's teasing, Katsuki's grin never vanished from his face, he knew he deserved that award and he'll show everyone how happy he is with it.

Katsuki didn't know when everything turned to shit.

Is it the moment they arrived at the island, with his mom dragging him everywhere, his dad following closely behind them, and someone bumping into him, and despite the offender not saying sorry, Katsuki didn't glare, unlike what that bystander did to him?

Is it the moment he let his guard down, let his fans take his pictures, ask for his signature, letting his fame get to his head that he somehow missed how someone in the crowd is looking at him with malice, with want, and with a grudge?

Or is it the moment his suite room's doorbell rang, and he let the crew wheel his ordered food, not missing a single moment to drink the juice and thank the crew, missing the hungry grin of someone in the corridor?

Or maybe it was that moment he got out of the shower, a grin still plastered on his face, checking his suit one last time before noticing the envelope above the room service tray with a simple "Congratulations, Dynamight" scrawled messily in it.

It's probably the moment he opened the envelope, explosions going off in his hands but not from his quirk. And then, the building was shaking, more explosions were going off, and Katsuki was feeling lightheaded, having been thrown off from where he stood to the door after the envelope exploded in his face.

His ears were ringing, and there were shouts and sirens around him, cries of people looking for other people. Someone was shrieking far away, and it was probably the hero in him, but he tried to stand up, his mind full of find them, save them, move.

But before he could take another step, there was more shaking, Katsuki felt more than see, the moment the ceiling collapsed above him.

When he wakes up again, he's welcomed by the white ceiling, the sound of a heartbeat monitor, and the smell of the antiseptic. His whole body is aching, and he's pretty sure there's a cast on his neck, so it's pretty fucking hard to move on his own.

He still tried to, of course. And he fucking sat up on his own, of course.

His shoulders sag, feeling weary. He curses under his breath. The events of the night of the awarding flashed before his eyes. He moved again before he could think twice, his mind going to his parents, worried about what happened to them that night.

But before he could step away from his cot, the door opens, and he's come face to face with Detective Tsukauchi.

"Detective?" Katsuki murmurs, his voice sounds very familiar but unfamiliar under his own command.

"Bakugou-san," the detective started, before Katsuki could even say another word. Katsuki frowns, better used to Tsukauchi's 'Gremlin-sama', rather than this formality. "I'm so glad to see you're okay." The detective gestures to the other officer beside him, probably to get a nurse, before addressing Katsuki once more, "I know you're still recuperating, but I needed to ask a few questions regarding Katsuki."

Katsuki's frown deepens, "K-Katsuki?"

"Yes, ma'am. Do you remember anyone, other than the villains he apprehended before, to hold a grudge against your son?" the detective explains, "We're still looking for the terrorist attack angle, but after seeing the footage, we–"

"Wait, Detective." Katsuki says, urgent. What is he saying? Isn't he in front of him? And did the detective call him 'ma'am'?? "Explain it to me in simple terms, whatever do you mean?"

The detective's eyes widened, eyes searching Katsuki's person, before saying, "Bakugou-san, do you remember anything from the attack last night?"

Before Katsuki could answer, the door opens once more, this time, his angry father coming inside. "Detective, please." he says, going in front of Katsuki as if shielding him from the officers. "I told you to give us some time to mourn for our loss. Why must you do this instant?"

Mourn?

"I know, and tens and thousands of heroes and civilians are too. Losing Dynamight is a big scar to society, and we must know what happened to him, as soon as possible." the detective argues back.

Losing… who?

"Stop," Katsuki announces before the detective can argue some more. "Explain to me what is happening. Lost Dynamight? How?! I… I am…"

"Oh, honey…" Masaru, his dad, sadly turns to Katsuki. The older envelopes him in a hug, and with tears in his eyes, he says, "I'm so sorry, Katsuki is gone… Our boy is dead, Mitsuki… gone."

To say Katsuki went into hysterics is an understatement. Or he's probably gone crazy.

The detective, together with his father, explained what happened. They are currently looking into two angles:

One, what happened at P-Island the night of the awarding ceremony is a terrorist attack. Knowing well that the island would be full of rookie heroes, and attacking it would mean disabling a part of the hero society.

Two, it was an attack from someone with a personal grudge against Katsuki and is targeting him directly. Recovered footage from the island confirmed that the first explosion happened at the building Katsuki and his parents are staying in. Further investigations showed that the origin of the explosion came from where Katsuki was staying.

Eyewitnesses were saying they saw two men loitering on Katsuki's floor, one of which had contact with the room service crew that Katsuki last saw. The service crew survived and already confessed that he was paid a hefty amount to put something in Katsuki's drink that night. The vial and the glass were all destroyed in the explosions, so they weren't able to confirm the origin of whatever Katsuki consumed that night. The crew said he didn't know what it was, he was just tasked to put it in Katsuki's drink for some money.

They say there's no way Katsuki is alive after the building collapsed. Many people are now buried under the rubble and there's less hope to have them rescued alive.

That information only added salt to his wounds, knowing they were mourning for the wrong person. Looking for the wrong person.

Katsuki cannot even mourn for his mom if that is the case.

Katsuki cannot even begin to explain that he is who they think his mom is. Everyone, including his dad, believes he is Mitsuki. His confusion made them think he was having a trauma response, forgetting some information and events.

And, looking in the mirror only made everything futile.

His mom's familiar face stares back at him. Her soft face, plump cheeks, and expressive eyes that Katsuki genetically inherited from her. His short hair, having been cut off due to the operation, made him look exactly like her.

They always say he looks exactly like her, that if Katsuki were a girl, he'd be his mom's little twin. With her ferocity and quirky attitude.

But Katsuki knows, it's him, it's his body.

His quirk beats under his skin with such familiarity, the quirk manifesting the way he intended it to be: loud, bright, wonderful, and warm.

But who would believe him? Is this a quirk? Or is this what happens with whatever the crew put in his drink? He can't even start investigating, because the vial would be ashes by now, and with his mom's face in his face, he won't be permitted to question the crew.

Before Katsuki knew it, the week passed by in a blur. They held a closed reception for his own death, and an open-to-public one, as well. Many people came: family, friends, his classmates from Class 3-A, heroes he worked with, heroes who know him in passing, civilians he saved before, mentors and teachers from UA, and people who admired him came and mourned for him.

Even stupid Izuku came to him, hugging him and saying "Auntie, I'm so sorry. Kacchan is…. Kacchan is…." before turning into sobs.

Katsuki remained silent in one space, looking at his own face at the altar, hearing people cry for him and whisper well wishes at him, as if he were his mom, Mitsuki.

With the dread of losing his mom, and suddenly feeling so helpless, Katsuki could only lock himself in his room once everything is done, crying and mourning for his mother he can't even give a proper burial for.

Hours of crying made him fall asleep in his bed, too tired emotionally and physically to hear the door open as Masaru comes in, whispering "I miss him, too, honey." at him, placing a chaste kiss on the side of his head, before leaving him once more.

He wakes up hours later, the clock letting him know it's two in the morning. He groans, the reality hitting him once more.

Before he could cry and let himself be weak again, he stands up, determined. At least his Dad, Masaru, deserves to know what happened to his partner, to his wife, to the girl he promised life and death to.

Katsuki exits his room, looking around their dark home. Never did their home feel so bare and cold and dark, is this what happens when you lose someone? Everything feels empty, void, just because you know you wouldn't feel their presence again.

He sighs and wonders for a second if his dad is still awake, and if he should just talk to him tomorrow morning. But, he figured, he might lose this determination come the morning.

He has to do this now.

Then, he heard a sob.

The almost silent cries brought him to the seating area. There, he found his father, broken, mourning, and crying. The moonlight that shines through their window gives his father a very gloomy silhouette. You can feel sadness radiating from him, his cries were too quiet, and if Katsuki wasn't trained to be a hero, he wouldn't have picked on it.

In front of Masaru was a table full of empty beer bottles, cluttered all around him and the table itself. He was on the sofa, leaning his head on the headrest, looking up at the ceiling as he let his tears run down the side of his face.

Katsuki never saw his father so broken.

His murmur of "Katsuki… my boy…" was what made Katsuki run to him. He envelopes his father in a hug from behind, tucking his head on his father's neck. His tears and sobs came in, and he brakes some more because he sounds exactly like his mom does.

"I'm sorry," Katsuki sobs, and he wonders if he's saying sorry because Masaru lost Mitsuki, or if it's because he's mourning for the wrong person. Or maybe he's saying sorry because he's the reason his father looks so broken.

They remained there, with Katsuki hugging Masaru from behind, crying and sharing their grief and sadness with no words at all. It took some time, more minutes than Katsuki could count with his fingers before he leaned away.

He gulps, gathering more courage, then with a stuttering voice, he started, "I… Dad, I am…"

Before Katsuki could finish his confession, Masaru's right hand reached out to his nape, dragging him closer. And before he could blink, he felt his father's lips on his.

Katsuki's first reaction was to shove his father away, shrieking quietly into the kiss. He didn't know if it was another side effect of whatever he drank one week ago because the strength he was so proud of proved no worth to his drunk father.

Katsuki, in his eighteen years of life, has never been kissed. It is probably because he's too focused on his goal to be a hero, that the normalcy of what teenagers should experience, passed by him like a leaf on the wind.

Katsuki's searched about it before, curiosity getting the best of him. But that was the extent of it, searching for it, reading or watching about it. He never experienced it. The most physical touch he experienced that is bordering on this department was during the graduation ball, two months ago, when he danced with all the girls in their class and he had to hold their hand. And that was only because the girls required all the boys to do that.

Katsuki pushes through, leaning away enough to say, "Fuck! What are you–" but then, his father was to his face again, swallowing his retorts.

And then, Katsuki was lost.

He felt himself melt into the kiss, leaning to the sofa, hands gripping beside his father's face, scratching the leather, letting his father take the lead. His father groans into the kiss, Katsuki's mouth swallowing the sound. The hand on his nape is firm, pressing him to his father's face, as the older's kisses get more daring and heated.

Katsuki cannot help but moan, head tilting to the right, giving his father more access. Masaru groans appreciatively, his tongue searching his son's mouth, their saliva mixing, tasting each other.

Katsuki can feel himself tip-toe, body bending to the shape of the sofa as his father discovers a part of him no one has ever ventured. He moans some more, left hand finding purchase to his father's shirt, gripping the cloth tightly.

His father lets go of him, their eyes meeting, "Let's find Katsuki again, honey." his father says, almost delusional.

Or maybe, it was Katsuki who is delusional. He's staring at his father's lips like a hungry beast, waiting to pounce on it. The words didn't register in his brain, only the fact that his father called him honey, or maybe it was because his father called his name.

Why is he letting this happen? Is it because it's his first time? Is it because he's discovering something new, and letting his naive curious self feed on his curiosity? Or is it because they both lost someone dear to them and they found solace in the heat of each other? Is that how his father feels? Is that how he feels?

He should be shouting at his dad, should be punching the living daylights out of him, and explaining who he really is and who they should be mourning for.

But Katsuki only watched, and let everything happen.

Katsuki, with lidded eyes, watches in anticipation as his father stands up, rounds up their sofa, and walks up to him. He let his father take his right hand and dragged him to his parent's room. He didn't even question it, and only let his father lead him inside.

He wondered for a second if kisses make you drunk because he was one hundred percent sure he was not sober for how he let his father guide him to the center edge of the bed, and sat him there, before letting Masaru kiss him again.

His father is a fucking good kisser. Best, even.

Masaru's touch isn't kind, his hold is tight on Katsuki's shoulder, probably bruising, as his left hand started venturing into Katsuki's body, slipping into Katsuki's shirt, feeling him up. From his hips to his lean stomach, to his unfamiliar breasts.

Katsuki yelps, leaning away slightly. His father didn't take offense. He even saw his father smirk, before pushing his shoulder to let him lie on the bed, then gropes a handful of Katsuki's left breast, massaging the mound slightly, testing it, spreading his fingers, then groping once more. Katsuki moans, body arching slightly, and then his father's fingers find Katsuki's nipple and start pinching it, smirk still present.

Katsuki, in his defense, never knew what was a necessity for women. He never saw any woman naked. He's not like his good-for-nothing grape head classmate, so Katsuki didn't know that Masaru's smirk was for his lack of bra, giving his father all access.

(Yes, Katsuki attended his burial with no bra whatsoever, he never thought of it. And having been situated in one space, no one knows. Masaru, probably, noticing, once or twice, but his mind is too empty to be horny at that time.)

Katsuki lets his father take off his shirt, followed by his pants, and then his boxers. Masaru's too drunk to question why Katsuki is wearing a boxer rather than a panty, at this point. All Masaru was interested in was the cunt in front of him, shiny and already leaking pre-cum.

Katsuki sinks into the bed, suddenly feeling shy. He presses his knees together, safekeeping the organ he's not very familiar with.

"Don't do that, baby," his father murmurs, crawling to him to the bed. Katsuki's leg parted like the red sea the moment Masaru started caressing his legs, up to his inner thigh, until he reached the edge of his cunt, thumb circling the sex, teasing.

Katsuki moans, "No- hnggh, please…"

Masaru smirks, and then suddenly, Katsuki's legs were being pulled downward, until Katsuki felt his father's clothed hard-on pressing on his soaking, wet cunt.

There was a moment of clarity.

Katsuki shouldn't let this happen. This is his father, who thinks he is his mother. His father who raised him, fed him, and clothed him.

His father, who kissed him, touched him, discovered him, and undressed him.

Fuck, Katsuki should shove him away, they haven't even breached that line yet, they could still start anew, learn what really happened and mourn for Mitsuki and get back to their usual life. He shouldn't let his father do this.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck it.

Fuck, he should stop this.

This is wrong.

This is so wrong.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

But, how can something so wrong, feel this right?

How can Masaru's touch feel so warm in his skin, almost precious and caring? How can his father's kisses make him feel so light-headed, breathless, and whining for more?

And how can Masaru fit him so well, when it's so wrong?

Before Katsuki could let that tiny rationality win, he heard a zip of a zipper, then something hard and long smacked his sensitive and gushing cunt. He moans, his hips moving on their own, meeting his father's cock rubbing into him, seeking friction.

"Fuck, Mitsuki, you're so wet." Masaru moans, grinding together with Katsuki. The head of his cock catching on the edge of Katsuki's cunt.

"No!" Katsuki begs, head thrashing as he sits up, arms snaking to his father's nape, their eyes meeting, nose touching, lips mere inches away. "Please. Don't say my name,"

Masaru hums, hands easily finding purchase to Katsuki's hips, moving up and down, as he caresses the latter's hips, thumbing Katsuki's stomach, mind going haywire, imagining it rounded, full, and probably full of life. Masaru wonders if he should name their child Katsuki once more, just so they could have their precious son back.

"What should I call you then, hm?" he asks, pressing a chase kiss to Katsuki's lips. His body is still moving, rubbing his cock on Katsuki's cunt, up, down, up, down , his pace fastens, body pressing roughly to Katsuki, letting the younger feel him and crave for him.

"Baby?" A moan.

"Honey?" A whine.

"Love."

Katsuki's eyes widen, and he cums, soaking the sheets.

He sags in relief, head falling to Masaru's shoulder, panting. The older chuckles, hands snaking behind him, caressing his naked back sensually, he can feel the hair on his body stiffens, giving him goosebumps.

He's fucking sensitive, and this old man is enjoying it.

"You like me calling you Love, huh?" he says, voice husky and almost whisper-like, lips pressed on Katsuki's ears. There was a pause, and then Masaru licks, tongue swiping Katsuki's ears, letting the younger let out another tired moan.

"Fuck– hnggh, stop– I'm… hah– I'm…" he stutters, suddenly at a loss for words. His body gave access to his father, neck tilting to the right, letting his father mark him, leaving bite marks everyone could see, sucking kisses on his skin that would probably bruise for days.

Katsuki scratches Masaru's back, the shirt preventing him from putting marks on his father's body. Masaru, feeling Katsuki's frustration, hums, before leaning away, and hastily taking off his shirt.

His father might be twice his age, but his body is built. There are no abs, but he's lean and fit and fuck, he's sweating and Katsuki can feel his cunt quicker with the thought that he's the one that made his father so sweaty.

Katsuki threw himself to his father some more, fingers scratching at once, leaving marks. His head tucked in his father's neck, leaving chase kisses in his wake, tasting his father's skin.

They fell on the bed together, with Masaru on top of Katsuki.

Masaru chuckles, "You're so eager, my Love." he says, continuing his marking on Katsuki's body.

Soon, his father's hands and kisses reached his breast, something so unfamiliar for Katsuki, but felt so good. Masaru massages the right, fingers pinching the bud as his lips start ravaging the left, biting the bud, stretching as if something would come out of it.

Masaru cannot wait for when Katsuki starts lactating for their kid, breast heavy and round and milk so sweet. He let Katsuki feel his eagerness, biting harder making Katsuki let out a cry, "Fuck! Hnnngh– more!"

Katsuki's body is arching beautifully, seeking more. Masaru smirks once more, hand already traveling south, finger feeling up Katsuki's soaking wet cunt, inserting one, then two, rejoicing in the sounds permeating their bedroom.

Once three fingers are in, Masaru leans away again, pressing Katsuki to the bed, his Love's sprawled beautifully on their bed. His shoulders and breasts are full of marks, branding him as Masaru's. His breasts are full of bite marks, nipples stretched and red.

And his cunt, soaking juices to Masaru's hand, the slide of his fingers easy.

He meets Katsuki's eyes, and Katsuki watches as he slowly descends, eyes still on each other, as he swipes his tongue to Katsuki's sinful cunt, tasting his sweet precum.

It was a different kind of good.

Katsuki's eyes roll to the back of his head, lips parted in an o, saliva dripping, and body arching, toe-curling, hands gripping their sheets.

He looks so fucking beautiful like this.

His father's tongue found his entrance, and together with his fingers, he stretched him out, tongue fucking Katsuki's cunt with practice, pressing on the right places, tongue skillfully tasting inside.

He never knew he could feel something so good, fuck. Is this how all women feel? Is this why there are women who like being women, feeling so good all the time like this?

Fuck, for a moment, Katsuki doesn't mind.

He doesn't mind if he's in a woman's body. He doesn't mind if he couldn't get back to being Katsuki, pro-hero Dynamight. He doesn't mind the world thinking Bakugou Katsuki no longer exists.

He doesn't mind if his father thinks he is his mother.

He doesn't mind.

As long as he could feel this good. His father's fingers and tongue were inside him, reaching places he never knew existed.

Fuck, he doesn't mind at all.

But then, his father pulls out with a pop, and Katsuki cries, "No– hnngh!"

His father's hands caressed his thighs and legs as if teasing him. And then, he snaps Katsuki, folding the younger in half. Katsuki panics, he never knew a person's body can bend in half. And fuck, everything is visible, his father can see everything, and what the fuck, why does being in this position feels so embarrassing but so good at the same time??

And his father has the audacity to smirk. And soon, Katsuki found out why, because before a moment passed, something hard pressed on the entrance of his cunt, and this time it wasn't a finger or his father's tongue. "Don't worry, love,"

It was his father's cock, at the entrance of Katsuki's cunt.

Katsuki was filled with delicious dismay.

Fuck, he's letting it happen.

He can feel his cunt opening for his father, welcoming him in. He can feel it breaching inch by inch, making sure Katsuki can feel every vein and crevice of his father's cock, molding his cunt to its shape.

His father's cock is hung, girthy and long. It's a fucking monster. And Katsuki would embarrassingly admit that his father's cock is bigger and longer than his own when he was in his original body.

Shit, Katsuki likes it so much.

He thought the first time would hurt, but it only felt good.

So good.

He'll give up everything to his father.

And fuck, how worth it will it be.

He can be his father's cocksleeve for all he cares, if he could feel this good, he doesn't mind it at all.

He'll sheath himself to his father's cock, keep him warm and hard and ejaculating. Fuck it, he'll let his father use him.

Make him his toy.

He can feel himself cumming around his own father's cock, the joy of being filled for the first time is too much for him to bear. Katsuki moans, as his father bottoms out, the head of his cock seating snuggly inside him, the tip knocking on something firm and hard inside.

He was filled with more delicious dismay. His father reached the entrance of his womb.

Masaru then started moving, shallow at first, as if he was learning all of Katsuki's special places. Katsuki's moans were melodious, a song to Masaru's ears as he fucks Katsuki's cunt, the squelching sound was sinful and it makes Katsuki embarrassed.

Then, Masaru hit a special spot.

Katsuki shouts, body arching involuntary, hips moving, pressing his cunt to his father's cock, his breast bouncing slightly.

Masaru kept on hitting that spot as if teasing, Katsuki is sure he's seeing stars.

"Ah! Hnngh– ah! Fuck! Fuck! Fu– ah! –ck!!"

Shit, if his father continues this, Katsuki would cum, and he would be too mind fucked to stop his own father from cumming inside him, filling Katsuki to the brim. Fuck, knowing how close his father is to his womb excites him.

His father can– would make him pregnant.

Fuck, Masaru can make him a mother, and fill him with his own sibling.

And fuck, how much he wants his father to knock him up.

Shit, Katsuki's mind is fucked. He doesn't care anymore. His father can fuck him all day, every day, fill him, breed, and knock him, for all he cares, as long his cock is inside Katsuki's cunt, Katsuki doesn't care.

Masaru switched a flip inside Katsuki.

He woke up a side in Katsuki, Katsuki didn't even know existed. The way his cock moves inside the younger wakes up a primal version of him, hungry for cock and craving for sex, begging to be filled and knocked up.

He moans, moving his hips sensually, meeting Masaru's shallow thrusts. "Oh? Is my Love moving by herself, fucking herself on my cock, hm?"

The use of improper pronouns only made Katsuki shiver. Fuck, he's a she now, is he? He's a woman, he can be pregnant, and he's cumming with his cunt.

He is his father's woman.

"Yes! Ah! Yes, Love! Hnngh–" Katsuki announces, fucking himself to his father's cock, his movements hasten, and Masaru fell with his pace, moving faster. "Fuck– ah! –me! Ah! Faster! Pl– ah! Ah! Please! AH! Harder!"

Katsuki hears Masaru chuckles darkly, then he slows his pace, pulling out with just the tip inside, and when Katsuki starts thrashing, he rams in, pushing inside at once, making Katsuki see stars.

Masaru did that three more times until Katsuki is a mess of begging and tears and saliva. "Dad– ahhh!-- please." he moans, not minding his words.

Masaru's eyes widened, thrusting further, knocking on Katsuki's womb, eager to let himself in. Katsuki shouts inaudibly, too sensitive and mind fuck to understand what is happening. He's unconsciously meeting Masaru's thrusts, moaning with each shove and pull, enticing his father more.

"Yes, Love. I will be a Daddy, and you'll be a Mommy soon," he says, voice singing. "I'll fuck you so much we're sure you'll have a baby inside you tomorrow," he added, pacing harder and faster.

Katsuki can only moan, not understanding what is happening in his own unfamiliar body.

His father smirks, feeling Katsuki's womb meet his cock, eager to be filled. It opens up, letting Masaru shove the tip of his cock inside Katsuki's womb. It almost feels primal: the need to breed his sweet little Love, the feeling of his Love's womb opening up for him.

He growls, rough, leaning down, capturing Katsuki in a kiss. Katsuki sobs into the kiss, chasing his father's lips. The tip of Masaru's cock inside Katsuki's womb prevents the older from making deep thrusts, but that is okay. With this, it is a sure deposit of his seed inside his Love. With this, he'll be sure his Love will be knocked up.

"AHH! Fuuuuuuuck," Katsuki was first to cum, shouting moans as they echo inside the room, joined by the sound of their fucking, and Masaru's occasional growls.

Three more thrusts in and Masaru cums, pressing his cock directly to Katsuki's womb, warmth filling Katsuki from his cunt to his insides until it fills his womb, as his father deposits his fertile spend inside him. The tip of his cock plugs the entrance of Katsuki's womb and prevents any of his seeds from spilling.

Katsuki can almost feel it, how something magical happens inside his body.

A start of life.

Katsuki sinks to the bed once more, panting heavily. His father is still on top of him and his cock inside him. He can feel it twitching like he's still got more cum to spend.

They remained like that, fitting snugly into each other. Then, Katsuki moved slightly, the cock pulling out of his cunt a mere inch making them both groan.

He moans, as he stutters, "D-Dad…"

Masaru growls once more, leaning away, caging Katsuki's head to the bed with his arms on both sides. "Keep calling me that," he whispers, then begins fucking Katsuki once more.

Katsuki wakes up sore.

His whole body is aching, but more importantly, he can feel the weight of his father's arms on his midsection as the older sleeps peacefully behind him.

He curses under his breath, remembering the events that occurred after his father first came inside him: Masaru is a beast in bed, and Katsuki never thought that his father had this kind of side in him.

He fucked Katsuki for hours , dirtying their sheet all over. The sun was already up in the clouds, shining when Masaru stops fucking him and snuggles to his back.

He fucked Katsuki mercilessly, pounding hard and fast. Never slowing down, even if Katsuki begs with a tear-stained face. The squelching sound his cunt made, made Katsuki embarrassed, but he was too fucked to ask his father to stop.

Katsuki thought that alcohol would make someone hard of cumming, but his father came a total of seven times inside him, only pulling out when they changed positions.

And shit, he's sure his father's cum is potent. It's heavy and thick and he's pretty sure his father is backed up, never had sex in months– years– with his late mom.

His father's cum is perfect for knocking him.

Katsuki never felt so full. And the dent he can feel from under his father's hand was enough proof. His father fucked him so much, he looked like he was months into pregnancy already.

Katsuki, being kissed, touched, and fucked for the first time, never thought there are so many ways to get fuck.

His father fucked him when Katsuki was on his hands and knees. He fucked him by the edge of the bed, one of Katsuki's legs raised in the air. He even fucked Katsuki while Masaru was on the bed, letting Katsuki move on his own.

And Katsuki's favorite was when his father manhandled him. He never knew his father was strong, but when Masaru carried him from the back, his father's hands on his knees, bending him and spreading him at once, with his cock, going in and out of his cunt–

Fuck, Katsuki could cum with just the image of it.

No matter how wrong, dirty, and disgusting, Katsuki loved every second of their lovemaking.

And of course, his body agrees, clenching hard on the cock sitting inside his cunt since last night, still half hard and plugging his father's seed locked inside him.

The thought of being fucked pregnant by his own father brings another round of delicious dismay in his gut, his hips moving on their own.

He doesn't fucking care anymore.

"Love," he hears a husky voice behind him, "I know you're still sore and full from early this morning, but if you keep doing that, I might fuck you again."

Katsuki turns sideways, half his face turning to his father. And with a smirk, he announced, "So why don't you?"

Chapter 2: Stolen Identity

Notes:

So... a lot asked for part two. So here I am, delivering. Lol. (✿˶'◡˘)♡

Please, enjoy this almost 7k (it's 6969) words of porn. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ Also, please leave a comment because I really like reading those lol ᕕ(⌐■_■)ᕗ ♪♬

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Chapter Text

"Love," he hears his father's husky voice behind him, "I know you're still sore and full from early this morning, but if you keep doing that, I might fuck you again."

Katsuki turns sideways, half his face turning to his father. And with a smirk, he announced, "So why don't you?"

Katsuki almost regrets his words the moment they left his mouth.

But the keyword here is almost.

Mind hazy, body bruised and sensitive, womb and pussy still filled to the brim, Katsuki sings . Eyes rolling to the back of his head, body arching beautifully, pressing his cunt harder to his father's cock, the tip pressing to that familiar, sinful place that gives Katsuki a taste of heaven.

His moans easily echo to the room, along with the squelch, squelch sound his cunt produces every time his father sinks in, and the humid, and sex-filled scent that permeates the air around them.

His father bit into his challenge like a fish in the sea and thrust deep and hard, not giving Katsuki a chance to even breathe.

And suddenly, he knew where exactly he got his fierceness and courage to take on any challenge thrown his way.

Katsuki's proud, alpha-like traits he always thought came from his mom–

Is not from his mom, no.

It's Masaru's.

With how ruthless, bruising, and unforgiving his father's pace is right now, giving Katsuki another view of the stars, it's hard to imagine otherwise.

"M-More– hnngh– ah! ah!"

Masaru lets out an appreciative groan, chuckling darkly, as he continued fucking Katsuki's overused and abused pussy. His left hand caressed Katsuki's skin, finding purchase in the younger's inner thigh, before guiding it upwards, spreading Katsuki open.

"Ah! Ahh! AH! AHH! AHHH!" Katsuki cries, sounds turning an octave higher with each shove of Masaru's cock in his cunt, toes curling as his knees bend, the older's hold on him is firm.

"I've fucked you last night more times than I did since we married, but you're still so tight." Masaru grunts, hips stuttering as his right hand takes stock of Katsuki's right mound, massaging and pinching the nipples, just as he did the night before.

It takes a while, but when his father's words registered in his brain, all Katsuki could do is shout a moan, body arching some more, if that is even possible, cumming on his father's cock.

"–fuck you more times than I did since we married,"

The words echo and Katsuki shivers in delight.

His father fucked him more than Masaru fucked his mom.

The rational part of Katsuki's brain wanted to argue, thoughts of it might just be his father is too horny and that the words are born from that horniness because there's no way his father fucked him more than Mitsuki when they have been married for more than eighteen fucking years.

But the sinful and disgusting part of his brain easily won over, sending shivers over his body, delight, and happiness obvious with the way he keeps his hips moving, meeting his father's thrusts, despite just cumming.

And the way his gut clenches, white almost taking over his eyes, mouth parted in an o as he lets go, shivers once more, and cums some more–

No, he's not cumming–

"Fuck," his father announces, as his pace hastens, arms snaking around Katsuki's middle, holding the younger tighter. "Did you just squirt, Love?" he asks with a groan, moving faster, shoving his cock in Katsuki's cunt with abandon, seeking his own release. "Did you just squirt all over my cock, hm?"

And all Katsuki could answer with is another moan, "Y-Yesh! Hnnngh– ah! AH!"

Katsuki was rendered fucked silly, only opening his mouth to cry for more and shout his ohs and ahs to indicate how much he loves his pussy being fucked by his own father.

"Shit, you're the best," Masaru says, placing a soft kiss on Katsuki's cheeks as he shoves his cock in two more times, and comes undone.

They both shudder, Masaru filling Katsuki's womb, and Katsuki cumming once more from overstimulation.

It took some time to regain their breaths, Masaru first, if the way he's leaning away slightly, pulling out inch by inch from Katsuki is any indication. His father grunts and Katsuki answers with a moan the moment his father's cock completely pulled off, leaving Katsuki's pussy gaping and twitching, clenching and unclenching on nothing as his father's cock is finally out after hours of being inside.

The telltale feeling of something spilling out of him sent another round of shivers through Katsuki's body.

"We should wash up, honey," Masaru announces, standing as he said so.

How he's able to move is beyond Katsuki, because Katsuki could melt within their sheets with how sore and numb he is feeling. "Can't–" he groans, turning to lay on the bed, tear-stained face glaring at the ceiling. "–move."

Masaru chuckles, and then Katsuki feels his father's familiar warmth dipping beside him, arms slipping on his shoulders and knees, and then he's squeaking, arms finding purchase on Masaru's shoulders, realizing that the older just picked him up from the bed so easily.

It was probably the first time he saw his father's face this close without the haze of fucking in his brain. Masaru looks so much better than last night. He almost looked younger. His smiles are as gentle as Katsuki remembers it, face alight, despite still having that sad look in his eyes.

And Katsuki's back to square one.

Katsuki hums, the soreness he felt easily dissipating as Masaru gently settles him on the tub, the warm water calming his numb body, as well as the rose scent from the warm water that permeates the air.

He still glared at Masaru though, "We'll wash up, he said. I'll be quick, he said." he grumbles, sliding a little as he soaks his body from the neck down.

The older easily answered with a light smile, one hand scratching at the back of his neck. "Soak first, I'll get a towel," he announces, before leaving Katsuki to himself, trails of water droplets in his wake.

Katsuki sinks further into the water, remembering how Masaru said he'll help Katsuki clean up in the shower, only for the man to fuck him two more times: one under the shower and the other by the sink.

At this point, Katsuki doubts that anything from his father's lips is innocent.

When they entered the bathroom two hours ago, his father innocently volunteers to help Katsuki clean up inside, saying, "It's partly my fault, for cumming so much, so let me, hm?" even going as far as placing a kiss on Katsuki's temple.

In Katsuki's defense, he didn't know that his father meant to eat him clean.

He only had a second of understanding before Masaru was on his knees, face buried in Katsuki's pussy. Katsuki staggers, leaning against the wall. And then, his back hits on the shower handle, and the water started pouring on them.

But no, Masaru didn't stop. Instead, he guided Katsuki's left thigh upwards, placing it on his shoulders, practically pressing Katsuki to the wall, right foot on tippy toes as he balances himself out.

And soon, Katsuki was too horny and mind fuck to say no.

His father fucking ate him out, both of his thighs on Masaru's shoulder, the older man basically holding him up, as he tongue fuck Katsuki's cunt.

Katsuki's moan echoes much more in the bathroom, toes curling as his thighs lock on his father's face. And Masaru sang in delight, happy to be buried in Katsuki's thighs and pussy.

When his father leans away and smirks at him. Katsuki honestly thought they were done, but the next thing he knows, he was pressed on the wall, his father's cock on his pussy once more, fucking him mercilessly under the showers.

His father came inside him, again, two times, before they exited the shower, only because Katsuki almost passed out due to tiredness and only for Katsuki to be deposited on the sink, their bathroom necessities spilling on the tiled floor, and Masaru is back fucking into him.

When his father is done overfilling his cunt by the sink (finally), he leans away, starting up at the faucet for the tub. And then, he's back to Katsuki, fingering Katsuki's cunt open, this time, he promised he was cleaning Katsuki up, scooping copious amounts of cum from inside him that made Katsuki come for the third time that single hour alone.

Katsuki lost count of how many times he came since last night.

And Katsuki knows he should be worried.

Despite the abandon he felt when he was too fucked to think, he should be wondering what happened to his body, and what consequences it awaited him for succumbing to his primal curiosity.

He should be planning how he would drop the bomb on his father: of how he isn't his mom, of how he just fucked his own son, and of how he could have just impregnated Katsuki with his own sibling.

And isn't that a thought?

That, rather than mourning for his mom, the right way , Katsuki was spreading his legs for his father, letting him fuck him into oblivion as he spills his hot baby seed inside, depositing it directly into his womb.

And it sent shivers up Katsuki's spine, the delicious dismay of knowing he could be very well pregnant right now with his own sibling.

He wonders how Masaru would react to the truth. Would he be furious? Would he be disgusted?

Katsuki didn't have the chance to imagine his father's reaction, because the man entered the bathroom once more, in his arms are their clothes from last night, depositing them in the laundry basket by the sink.

Katsuki cannot help but bite his lower lip, as he stares at the marks that littered his father's back: the bite marks, nail scratches, and wounds that he knew he inflicted on him during their lovemaking.

His father turns to him, smiling gently. He took two easy steps, then kneeled beside the tub, hands gently reaching for Katsuki's, their eyes met, and Masaru asked, "Are you feeling okay? Are you sore? I'm sorry."

Katsuki frowns, suddenly, he's feeling guilty. Did his father find out? How? Is he angry? Is he disgusted? Why is he saying sorry?

"Wha– Why are–" Katsuki tries, trying to come up with words.

His father gave him another gentle smile, placing a kiss on the back of his hand. "I– I saw blood… on the bed," he informs, free hand reaching the back of his head. "I– We never reached that, you know? And I was very rough with you last night. So I thought maybe I injured you or something." he babble, shy.

Katsuki blinks, "What?"

Masaru's face turns red, placing his forehead on Katsuki's hand, "We– I– I fucked your cervix, Love." he says, hurriedly, as if he's embarrassed. "I'm worried I– I– please don't make me say it, Darling."

Katsuki suddenly understood.

He might not be that knowledgeable about women, but he's learned the science of the reproductive system and what happens when you have sex for the first time. The blood is all the more proof that his father was Katsuki's first.

But he can't say that to Masaru, can he? He can't decide if it's a good thing that Masaru already provided him an out by mentioning his cervix.

Katsuki blushes, suddenly realizing that his first experience is him being thoroughly fucked and spend. Katsuki blushes some more, with how shy and embarrassed his father looks right now, very different from the beast that devoured and claimed him.

It's kind of cute.

Katsuki chuckles and turns his hand gently to cradle his father's face with one hand. "I'm okay, though?"

Masaru looks up at him, leaning to his touch, "Really?"

"Well," Katsuki started, shy, mind off the thoughts he knew he should be prioritizing, "I'll be better if you join me?"

Masaru's bright smile as he joined Katsuki in the tub was worth it. His father settles himself behind him, letting Katsuki lean to him as he caresses Katsuki's stomach gently.

"If you think by doing that I'll let you fuck me again, think again. I'm too tired for that." Katsuki muses, dropping his whole weight on his father, feeling warm and content.

Masaru chuckles, "It's not that," he says, "I'm just– I came so much inside you– and not much came out when we're trying to clean you up." he informs, nuzzling to Katsuki's hair, breathing his scent in. "Your womb must've slurped it all up. What if you become pregnant again?"

Katsuki's eyes widened, and he gulped, his thoughts from earlier coming back, "H-How about you, w-would like me to become p-pregnant a-again?"

He feels it as his father places a soft kiss on the top of his head. His father hums, then say, "I would. So much." then adds, "My only regret is that Katsuki wouldn't have a chance to meet his siblings," his voice is soft and gentle, with a hint of sadness in it. "Katsuki would be a good brother, you know?"

Katsuki bows his head, the guilt he's feeling growing immensely inside him, crushing him from the inside. He gulps, determination in his eyes as he nods to himself, his father has to know.

"D-Dad I–"

Before Katsuki could even start his confession, his father added, "Or we could name one of our kids Katsuki again?" he says, looking down at him, smiling.

Katsuki can feel his tears, he lets a chuckle mask the sob that comes out of him, masking his tears with the tub water, as he says, "Kids? How many do you need?"

Masaru hugs him tighter under the water, "A dozen! Or more! Let's have dozens of kids, Darling!" he says, still chuckling heartily.

Katsuki didn't have the heart to say otherwise.

Katsuki wakes up hours later, the doorbell ringing softly.

After their bath, and a late brunch, the both of them fell asleep. Cuddling on the newly replaced sheet in his parent's room. Strangely, his father was content with that.

And it somehow baffles Katsuki why he is the one looking forward to something happening.

It's also a mystery, how Katsuki isn't disgusted to lay on his parent's bed, after everything that he did, as if he's okay with him replacing his own mom. The thought makes him sick to the core, but he can't even move away, doesn't want to. The warmth his father provides him is the heat that will burn him to the ground, together with his twisted and disgusting mind.

The clock says they slept for four hours, blaring 4:20 pm. Katsuki groans, turning slightly to sit up, but Masaru easily moves from behind him, placing a gentle kiss on his temple, and says, "I'll get it, stay here."

Katsuki took a minute to gather his bearings, before finally following Masaru. (He had to turn back before he finally reaches the door, remembering he was only wearing his father's long sleeve polo and nothing else.)

He reaches their door in time for Masaru to ask, "W–what did you say?"

The person, who he assumes his father is talking to, answers, "A suspect regarding Pro-Hero Dynamight's murder turned himself in this morning."

The ride to the police station was filled with a heavy silence, his father holding his right hand tightly, and Katsuki isn't sure what emotions his father is feeling, or whatever the man is thinking.

Katsuki, on the other hand, is both worried, and angry.

Angry because this suspect may well be the reason he lost his mom and everything in his life is so messed up. The reason why he's so mournful and twisted and disgusting.

And worried because he doesn't know what this suspect may say. Would his questions be finally answered? Would he finally understand what happened to him? What would happen after that? What if the suspect knows and Masaru had to find out about everything the hard way?

The short ride ended sooner than he expected, and the next thing he knows, he was in the same room with the person they called the suspect, with only a table that's separating them.

Their eyes met instantly, as the suspect fell to his knees, eyes watering as he announced, "I didn't do it! I will never hurt Katsuki-chan! I can't do something of this scale, please– please believe me!" He has his hands on his back with the cuffs, but his voice is enough to show how much he is pleading, "I– I love Dynamight, so, so much! He's– he's my life, my shining star, the light of my life, please– I can never hurt him!"

Katsuki shudders, seeing the raw obsession in the suspect's eyes. "I– I turned myself in to find them! I will find that person! How dare they take away my Katsuki! My light! I will never forgive them, I will find them even if I had to search the depths of hell, I will!" The unbidden and hungry look on the suspect sent shivers along Katsuki's spine. If he wasn't so attuned with crazy fuckers, he might just tremble in fear. But that doesn't mean it makes it any easier.

"My Katsuki– My Dynamight– My Lovely Katsuki–" the suspect mumbles, lowering his head, and rocking his body on his own. "I can't live anymore, not without Katsuki–" he announces, as he looks up and meets Katsuki's eyes again. "Please just kill me, please."

Masaru was instantly in front of Katsuki as if shielding him away from the lunatic. His father growled protectively. Then, he turns to the officer, asking, "Is he–"

The officer was already nodding even before Masaru finished his question. "The crew confirmed that he's the one who approached them to put–"

"It's a potion!" the suspect cuts in, turning his attention to the officer. Somehow, his father's tensed shoulders sag a little, stepping back a little, his body ghosting in front of Katsuki, enough they can feel each other's presence. "That's all it is! It's a quirk product potion!" the suspect continues, "I found it on the web, you can search it! Darling's Sweetest Nightmare! Search for it!" he says, desperate.

"What's the potion for?" the officer asks.

A pause, and then, "W–What? No– It's just–"

"What is the potion for?" one of the officers, who Katsuki assumes is the head of the interrogation, butts in, eyes on the suspect.

"I– I– Dynamight would have wanted that, too!" he shouted, eyes turning hastily as if looking for something– anything. "I know! He– He praised me! He– He smiled at me!" he says, suddenly squirming, as if he's seeing something in front of him. He even smiles, a grin far too disturbing to look at to be considered a smile. "He said I– I'm strong! He– We'll be lovers– and he'll be my wife–"

Katsuki gulps, information piecing together inside his brain. No matter what, he's Dynamight, and he's trained to understand even the most twisted villain. And right now, what he can read about the suspect are obsession, lunacy, and love.

He shudders, realizing that each of that emotions is solely for him.

The officer starts again. "You're not answering the question. What. Is. The. Potion. For."

The suspect continued mumbling to himself, emotions passing by his eyes far too quickly with each word. "–but I watched! I watched him drink my potion– saw him get out of the bathroom! But he– he remained the same! I– I– They– They ripped me off! And then the bombs go off! But it still didn't work!" he growls, "I'll get back at them– I'll find them! I– We– Dynamight wanted this! Wanted to be with me! I know! I know! He's– just afraid. So I did everything so we could be together! Please believe me. I– I–"

"Fuck off," Katsuki says, his voice that sounded so much like his mother, held so much venom. The suspect stops, and everyone inside the room turns to Katsuki. "There's something you're missing here," he tells the officers, glaring. "He obviously didn't try to kill m– my son. But you also need to find out what that potion is–"

"We did, Bakugou-san. We did." another officer butts in, "But nothing can be found online, unlike what this guy told us."

Masaru is now looking at him, looking as if he's trying to stop Katsuki, just like how he always looks when Mitsuki is arguing with someone.

"Then look some more," Katsuki demands. "There's some sort of foul play here. You need to find what that potion is." was all he added, then left.

Masaru followed him soon after, and together, they went home. The heavy silence only shattered when Masaru gathered Katsuki in his arms, hugging the younger sideways, as he placed another gentle peck at Katsuki's temples.

Katsuki lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

The moment they got home, with Masaru busying himself with arranging his files for he has to go back to work starting tomorrow, Katsuki, as stubborn as he is, tried to find out what the internet says about the potion.

He searched page after page of the search engine, hoping to find even the tiniest information, but nothing came up. Like what the officer says, and unlike what the suspect confessed, there's nothing about Darling's Sweetest Nightmare online.

He almost gave up, but then, an email reached his personal email.

I know who you are.

So, my quirk did this to you, huh.

Don't do anything unnecessary, Dynamight.

Don't find me. Don't look for me.

Two weeks after ingestion of my potion, you shall be back to normal.

This is the first and last you'll hear from me.

Don't do anything unnecessary .

Katsuki shudders, he almost drops the phone in his hand with his shock. He's not new to threats, he's had his fair share of it having been active as a rookie hero for two years.

The message is vague but clear.

The producer of the potion– the one who owns the quirk that made him like this– has some sort of information about who is affected by their quirk. They knew he was Dynamight, knew that he was alive, unlike what the rest of the world thinks.

And they also provided him with a time limit.

Two weeks… It's been eight days since the attack, assuming that he turned after the attack, provided that the suspect at the precinct said that he still saw Katsuki's old body before the bombing, which means he only has six days.

Six days and then he'll be back to his original body. Six more days and he'll have proof that it was his mother that they lost and not him. Six days and he'll be able to give his mother the burial and justice she deserves.

Six days….

Katsuki should feel relieved. In a few more days and everything will be back to normal. He can even do something to give his mother justice.

He should be relieved.

But, somehow– If–

By any chance, if he turns back after six days, what would happen between him and his dad?

This– Whatever this is–

If after six days, he got his original body back, would everything just be… for nothing?

What– Did–

Everything that his father made him feel: the softest kisses, the gentle and brutal touches, the marks he left on Katsuki's body, and the love he made Katsuki feel, would it be all for nothing?

Would it all just be voided?

Like… Like nothing happened? At all?

What about the dreams his father asked of him? Of children and siblings and babies, of dozens of kids? The molten hot sperm that he let loose inside Katsuki, wishing for a kid, to make a family, would that be nothing?

He fell to the bed, sitting at the edge, the phone finally slipping off his hands, falling to the carpeted floor with a gentle thud. Katsuki snorts, but he sounds so broken, like any moment now, tears will be cascading down his cheeks.

Is this body even capable of bearing kids? From the start, was he even capable of giving his father what he wanted? Was Katsuki just deluding himself with lust and now that the reality is back, it hit him square in the face?

Fuck, why is he even thinking about this? Pregnancy? Kids? His father? Isn't he supposed to be thinking about how he would explain all this? He took advantage of his father's weakness, goddammit.

He should be preparing himself right now for what he should say, of how he should confess. He should be preparing for his father's reaction, of how hurt and disgusted his father would be at him.

But Katsuki's thoughts were only of his father's gentleness.

The way he sounds so fond, addressing Katsuki with "Darling", "Baby", and "Love". His soft kisses to his temples, and cheeks. The way he took Katsuki over and over again, that the next thing Katsuki knew, is that he is his father's woman already.

The warmth.

The love.

He knows that his father gave him all that thinking that he is his mother. He knows that none of that is truly for himself.

But everything–

Everything, to the very core of Bakugou Masaru, makes Katsuki greedy. He doesn't want it to change, doesn't want to lose it.

He wants it, so, so much.

He wants his father.

He wants to have a child with him and wants to create life with him. He wants to make a family with him.

He wants his mother's identity.

Fuck, Katsuki already knew that he was so messed up and twisted. But he guesses there was still space for him to stoop down low.

He loves Masaru.

More than he should as a son.

But with the time limit set in place, and the reality slowly, but surely, catching up on him, he realizes he'll never have that.

He can't.

He mustn't.

He shouldn't.

Katsuki finally lets out a sob, dropping his face to his hands, and he cries.

Shit, he's so disgusting, so, so twisted, to think this way. How dare he feel this way? He's a fucker who thinks what's happening to him is unfair.

Fuck, he should wake up, should let reality sink in, because there's no way in hell that someone as disgusting as he deserves this. Whatever this is.

Then, there's the sound of the door opening. Gentle steps and gentle hands cradle his face until he's looking up to meet his father's eyes.

His father is kneeling in front of him, with soft eyes and gently smiling at him, as he wipes Katsuki's tears with his thumb. "We'll find them, Love." His father says, "We'll give Katsuki justice."

Katsuki sobs, throwing himself to his fath– to Masaru, hugging the man. He lets out a hiccup, then announces, "Let's make a family, Love. Please."

And who is Masaru to deny his love?

Masaru kisses him slowly, humming to his lips. He's holding Katsuki's face so gently, guiding the younger as he tilts their face the opposite way to have better access, their kiss sloppy and messy.

Katsuki closes his eyes, face warm with tears but burning hot with arousal. He sobs into the kiss, back arching slightly as Masaru grabs his waist to pull them close together. Katsuki reaches for Masaru's nape, holding them closer.

Masaru, on the other hand, took it as an invitation. He licks Katsuki's lips with a heavy, wet tongue that makes Katsuki gasp, welcoming Masaru's tongue inside the younger's small mouth.

Katsuki already experienced how mind-blowing and breathtaking Masaru's kisses are, having it on him for hours since last night, but he still can't get used to it. He still craves for it, following after it if ever Masaru's lips so much take a second too long away from Katsuki's lips.

His hold on Masaru tightens, trying to stabilize himself as the older's experienced tongue abuses his own. His back arched some more, pressing his bouncy breasts and perky nipples to the older's firm chest.

The warm and forceful way that Masaru explores his mouth makes him moan, a small embarrassed sound that flips another switch inside Masaru. They fell to the bed, finally pulling apart. Katsuki is trembling under Masaru, with the latter's arms caging Katsuki to the bed, their eyes meeting.

Katsuki looks like lust incarnate like this. His lips are red and raw, glistening with the mixture of their spit. His eyes are dilating, a raw want, lust, and love reflecting on it.

"You are so beautiful," Masaru whispers, his voice overflowing with emotion. "After all these years, I can't believe you're mine."

Katsuki smiles, hands reaching out to his father's face. He caresses the older's face as if committing how he looks this close to memory. "Make me yours even more, Masaru," he says.

"Hmm, Suki–" Masaru hums, nuzzling his cheeks on Katsuki's.

Suki–

Katsuki–

"Suki… I like that," Katsuki mumbles, and Masaru chuckles, sending him that gentle smile once more, before capturing his lips in another kiss. This time, it's rougher, heated… hungrier.

Masaru pins him to the bed, placing his weight on top of Katsuki. He can almost hear how fast Masaru's and his heart are beating, a loud, vibrating sound, resonating with one another, as they touched.

Katsuki whines, hips moving involuntarily, pressing their clothed sex on each other. Katsuki knew how hung Masaru is, but somehow, he felt bigger– massive. Katsuki's head is spinning, he feels so desperate and hot and hungry.

He wants to feel Masaru inside him. He wants him to feel how good Katsuki makes him feel so that whatever happens, nothing will change. Katsuki's deluding himself that even if reality finally came crashing into them, at least, they would remain the same.

"Off–" Katsuki mewls wantonly, hands scratching at Masaru's back, trying to slip the older's shirt off. "Please– hnggh– ah~"

Masaru happily obliges, leaning away slightly to tug his shirt off and over his head. Followed by his jeans, which are hastily discarded to the side. Katsuki hums in approval, enticingly shaking his own clothes off as if he's doing a show in front of Masaru.

And what a show it is.

Katsuki's breasts bounced heartily as he finally took his mother's shirt off, proving to Masaru's hunches that he's not wearing any bra underneath since earlier in the precinct. His mother's short comes after, and the sight made Masaru growl.

He's not wearing any panties, either.

Katsuki was out parading himself, with no underwear whatsoever. He's been to the police car, had the suspect kneeled below him, and been around tons of police officers earlier.

"Whore," Masaru growls, left hand reaching for his cunt, spreading it open with two fingers. Katsuki's pussy is already wet, salivating pre-cum as Masaru spreads it even more. His clit stands stiff in action, earning a flick of a finger that made Katsuki moan harder.

"Fuc– ah! That– felt sho– ah~ good!" he cries wantonly, body squirming. Masaru lets out another sound, possessive and obsessive, as he leans down to capture Katsuki's cunt is a searing kiss.

He still tastes bitter, and raw. The scent of Masaru's spend still lingered inside his cunt. It quivers under Masaru's kisses, much more so when the older started slurping loudly. The sound earned another moan from Katsuki.

It sounds so obscene and dirty.

And Msaru's isn't even done yet, because before Katsuki could understand what Masaru is doing to his cunt, the older presses a finger inside him, fast and precise, flexing and bending inside, easily finding that special spot inside Katsuki.

Katsuki sings.

"Fuck! Ahh~ Ah! AH! AHH!" he moans, hips thrusting unconsciously, fucking himself to Masaru's tongue. He arched his body some more, hands on Masaru's head, pressing it closer to his cunt, as the older ravages his insides.

The telltale sign of his release cumming made him sing even more, not realizing how loud he was. If he has a moment to think, he'll be embarrassed because he knows the neighbors know by now, with how loud he was. "I'm cumming– cumming– cum– ah! Ah! Ahhh!"

He comes, body sagging almost instantly as Masaru kept slurping all of his release. He whines, "No– Don't– No more–"

Masaru finally lets go of his cunt, face wet with Katsuki's release, tongue hungrily licking his lips. "Tell me what you want, Love." he hums, nuzzling his head to Katsuki's inner thigh.

"I want you inside." Katsuki immediately says, "Cum in me, make a baby with me." he sounds so desperate, so delusional.

Masaru leans away, kneeling in between Katsuki as he gently guides the younger's legs apart. Katsuki instinctually snakes his legs around Masaru's hips.

"Of course, Suki," he says sweetly, lining his cock in Katsuki's entrance. "I won't stop until we're sure you're full of my child," he says, just as he starts pistoning inside, slowly, inch by inch, entering Katsuki's warm and sweet pussy.

"Plea– AH!"

Katsuki shouts, lips parted, tongue lolling out, eyes rolling to the back of his head, as Masaru so suddenly shoves in, the remaining half of his cock entering Katsuki in one swift motion.

Masaru chuckles darkly, "Still so tight for me, Suki." he says, pulling out until only the tip is inside Katsuki's cunt, before shoving in once more, the tip skillfully pressing directly to the entrance of Katsuki's womb. "Your pussy knows my shape already, Love," he mumbles, still chuckling.

Katsuki can only moan. Masaru's dirty talk is doing wonders to his body. He shudders, every inch of his skin sensitive.

Masaru did that more times than Katsuki can count with both hands. It felt both so good, and so frustrating. The way Masaru slowly pulls out, every vein and crevice of his cock molding to Katsuki's cunt. And the way he pushes in, the tip on Katsuki's womb and the long, hard shaft, pressing on places he never even knew existed.

"Please," he begs, tears in his eyes. "F-faster, pl-please," he added, hips moving, meeting Masaru's slow agonizing thrusts. "Masaru, pl–please."

Masaru sent him a smirk, and then, Katsuki is being folded in half. His legs beside his head, Masaru close enough to press a kiss. And then, the older started pounding, his pace stuttering, but fast and precise.

Katsuki's screams bounced off the walls, just as how his breasts bounced with every thrust and just as how Masaru bounced on top of him, pressing his legs some more, thrusts getting harder and the way he was shoving and pulling his cock from Katsuki's cunt with every intention of knocking up the younger.

The obscene squelching sound from their fucking, how the bed creaks under them and how the way he's bent should hurt but feel more pleasure than ever.

Katsuki feels full. Fuller than he's ever been, having been cummed seven times by Masaru last night. He never knew Masaru's cock could get this big, but the way his cunt stretches to Masaru's girth right now is proof that he's so wrong.

Masaru, enjoying the sounds Katsuki is making, continued rocking into him harder. Katsuki is reduced to sobs and incoherent begging, "Baby– make– ah! Ah! More! Put baby– ah! Ah! Ah! Ahh! In me!"

Katsuki, not much knowledgeable about how a woman's body would react, didn't understand the familiar feeling of his own womb opening up, accepting the tip of Masaru's cock easily, the promise of direct deposit made the older pound harder.

Katsuki is feeling too sensitive. He reaches out, and Masaru obliges. Letting go of his legs to take purchase on his hips. Masaru leans down, their skin touching.

"L– Love–" Katsuki moans. "I love you–"

And isn't that something?

Masaru shines, shoving one particularly hard thrust, Katsuki moans out loud, cumming in time to meet Masaru's spend, their cum mixing inside Katsuki's womb, not a drop coming out, with Masaru's cock preventing it.

Masaru fell on top of him. Katsuki's legs dropped around the older's hips. They're hardly breathing, panting so much. Katsuki giggles, pressing a kiss on the side of Masaru's lips. "D-Don't stop." he sings, "Keep fucking me until you impregnated me."

And Masaru, of course, obliges.

That night, they came more times than they could count. Katsuki finds it surreal, to feel so hungry and thirsty for a person, rather than food. He also thought it was unreal, for Masaru to be able to cum more times last night, wherein they already fucked so much the day before.

All that he knows is that the next morning, he's so full, so thoroughly fucked, that when he sits up, copious amounts of cum came spilling from his cunt. Not counting the dried, but still sticky cum, coating his whole body: from his breasts down to his thighs and legs.

He smiled sadly to himself, feeling dirty and twisted.

If only this body is capable, he's fucking sure to be pregnant now.

It somehow turned into a habit.

Every night, Katsuki would beg Masaru to fuck him. Cum inside his womb more times than a person should be capable. And of fucking course, Masaru would be happy to oblige.

Each morning, before Masaru leaves for work, Katsuki would either suck him off, drink his spend and practically clean his cock off.

Then, Katsuki would do the house chores. Clean after the places they marked: the kitchen, the living room, the wall by the genkan. By this point, Katsuki is sure that if he goes out and lets the neighbors see him, they would know.

He– She's that whore begging hi– her fath– husband to make hi– her pregnant.

Once the evening came, he would wait impatiently by the genkan, the plug he bought online days ago, seating snuggly in his cunt, waiting for Masaru to push his cock in him and fuck him by the door for everyone who passes by to hear them.

There are nights when Katsuki would wake up horny, reaching for Masaru's cock, bouncing his head up and down as he savors the hard, long shaft. He'll end that night riding Masaru's cock, sitting there and warming Masaru's cock until the morning comes.

There are also nights when he'll wake up moaning, with Masaru already inside him, fucking him hard and raw.

There's not a day that passed where Katsuki isn't ravaged, his pussy wrecked, womb filled. He does chores around their house with Masaru's sperm spilling out of him, the plug isn't enough to prevent it from coming out of him.

He's filling the space his mother left. He's doing the things his mother does: cleaning the house, waiting for Masaru to come home, cooking and serving him food, warming their bed, taking Msaru's cock, and slurping all his cum.

Katsuki stole his mother's role–

But Katsuki's paranoid, each morning, he fears that he'll be back to his body. And he'll wake up with his husband angry and disgusted at him.

At this point, Masaru is too enjoying this side of his wife, never questioning. Mitsuki isn't the most vocal, especially in matters of sex. So, with the way they are right now, it's a treat for Masaru. He loves fucking his wife, loves making love with her, and making sure she'll get pregnant.

Time passes in a blink of an eye, with Katsuki still so paranoid about the time limit of the potion. He threw himself into paranoia, living solely to serve Masaru. He forgot it easily, how reality would catch up to him soon. And most especially, he forgot his time limit easily.

It took him two weeks after the time limit to question it.

Because it's been four weeks and he's still in his female body.

By the time the fifth week rolled around, the familiar delicious dismay filled Katsuki once more.

He can no longer deny how he always feels queasy in the mornings, throwing up to the most random smell he knew he liked before. And the way he's always tired, but never too tired to stop feeling horny for Masaru.

Exactly one month after he's turned, Katsuki finally decided to buy the fucking device from the pharmacy.

And that same night, he trembles slightly as he stares at the two lines the device shows him. Happiness and dismay mixed uncomfortably in his gut.

Masaru found him that way, frowning when he didn't find his Suki waiting for him at the genkan, naked and spread open for him. Instead, he found his Suki on their bed, crying as she stared at the small device in her hand.

Upon realization of what the device is, and what it says, Masaru cheers. His happiness was undoubted, and it made Katsuki's gut twist uncomfortably inside him.

The older, sensing the difference in Katsuki's cries, asks, "Why are you crying, Suki? Shouldn't we be celebrating right no–"

"I'm not her," Katsuki interjects, trembling and sobbing. "I'm not supposed to be pregnant with your child,"

Masaru frowns at him, "What?" he started. "You don't want a family with me?"

Katsuki turns to him, tears in his eyes, and shakes his head. "No, no- Y-You don't understand. I want a family with you–"

"Then explain to me why you're saying that!" Masaru demands, in his eyes, sits the hurt and anger that Katsuki always feared. "You don't want my child, is that it!?"

Katsuki, seeing the gentle eyes that always show him love and fondness, filled with hurt and anger can no longer stay silent.

"I'm not her!" he shouted, crying. "I'm not mom." He confesses, voice small and defeated.

He meets his father's eyes. "I'm Katsuki, Dad!"