Thread by @chamibii, Ladies Night Rating: Explicit Pairing: KiriBaku Content Warnings: Aged up characters, gender-swap, [...]

Ladies Night

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: KiriBaku

Content Warnings: Aged up characters, gender-swap, Class 3A shenanigans, pining fools in love

Trigger Warnings: AFAB terms for genitalia

The door slammed shut hard behind Bakugou as he rushed forward angrily, passing by a confused Deku and Shoto. As he stomped up the stairs, bypassing the elevator all together, he heard Midoriya ask,

"What& #39;s wrong with Kacchan?"

Kirishima inhaled and held his breath for a beat, before exhaling slowly, "I think it& #39;s best that he shows you guys when he& #39;s ready. If he& #39;s ready."

To say Bakugou was pissed would have been an understatement. He was downright /livid/. He heard about quirks like this,

did his best to /avoid/ quirks like this, and yet, here he was heavy tits on his chest and he couldn& #39;t even imagine what it looked like between his legs.

"Fuck!" He yelled loudly as he kicked his door close. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror,

arms still folded over his chest, trying to figure out just what he could do to make this quirk go away faster when there& #39;s a knock on his door.

The knock on his door surprised him and when his hands fell away, his anger surged again, resulting in several loud explosions.

"Kacchan?" Midoriya sounded timid, rightfully so. "Are you okay?"

He stalked over to the door and yanked it open, corners of his mouth turned down in a scowl. "Does /it/ look like I& #39;m okay?!"

Had he known that all of his friends, and Deku were outside his bedroom door, he wouldn& #39;t have yanked it wide open without covering up his chest.

"Dude," Sero elbowed Kaminari hard. "Bakugou has tits. Like, /huge/ tits."

Kaminari glanced quickly at Bakugou’s chest and looked away. “I-I’m a little scared and a little horny. Oh god...”

“Buncha fucking perverts,” Bakugou growled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Kacchan,” Midoriya whispered, “What happened?”

“What does it /look/ like? For fucks sake!” He rolled his eyes and started to close his bedroom door.

“Wait!” Kaminari yelled just before the door closed completely. His hand slammed against the wood and he peeked his head in. “Can—“

“If you like your stupid fucking +

face the way it is, that sentence better not be ‘Can we touch them’.” Sparks popped in Bakugou’s open palm and Kaminari sputtered.

“No,” he chuckled high and nervous, “I would never,” he glanced at Sero and gave a subtle shake of his head.

Bakugou took a deep breath,

gathering enough air in his lungs to deliver a wicked verbal assault, when loud footsteps echoing up the hallway stopped him.

“DUDES!” Kirishima yelled. He rushed forward with a disapproving look bunching his brows together.

“I /said/ let him show you when he’s ready.” He pushed the group down the hallway, glancing apologetically at Bakugou. “Sorry Bakubro.”

“Fuck off,” he grumbled. He slammed his door shut and stomped back into the bathroom.

He really needed to take a shower, but... he poked at the top of his tit and sighed angrily.

He knew exactly what piece of shit villain did this. Their quirk was called “Fluid”. Bakugou thought it was due to the secretions that gathered on their skin, but /after/ he

rushed in like a bull in a china shop, /after/ he touched the bastard and felt sharp pains in his chest, that’s when the useless sidekick yelled out, “Whatever you do, don’t touch them with your bare hands!”

“Shitty useless sidekick,” he huffed as he pulled his shirt over

his head and dropped it on the floor. His pants hung lower on his hips, dipping slightly in the front. He still retained his muscle tone, except now there was an addition of a soft layer of fat as well.

His breasts /were/ pretty large, he mused with a small grin. Probably

bigger than Ponytails, perkier too. Not that he looked, but you couldn’t help but get an eyeful with her garish costume.

He already had a naturally small waist, but the swell of round hips and the addition of breasts, gave him an hour glass figure.

It wouldn’t hurt to check myself out, he rationalized. Just in case he needed to give Recovery Girl information.

He turned to the side and let out a surprised strangled sound. His ass was perky and rounder than usual.

He grabbed a cheek, squeezing it firmly and

gasped.

Softer too. And when he let go, it jiggled.

He poked and prodded at his body, pinching at the layer of fat, resting his hands on the dip in waist, marveling at how narrow it seemed in relation to his hips.

He had his belt unbuckled and was in the middle of

giving himself a pep talk when a loud knock on his door made him nearly jump out of his skin.

“Who is it?!” He snapped. “Better not be you assholes trying to get a peek!”

“No bro, it’s Kiri. Just wanted to check on you. See how you’re handling...” he paused, “everything?”

He pulled the door open and blinked up at Kirishima.

His mouth hung open and his face burned a bright red. “Uh...”

“What?!”

“You, uh, your shirt?”

“What about it?”

“You don’t have one on...” he looked away, glancing at his feet.

“Why are you acting so weird? You’ve seen me shirtless tons of—oh fuck.” He slammed the door closed and banged his head against it, swearing loudly.

“I’ll come back!” Kirishima sounded...odd.

Bakugou fought to keep embarrassment from coloring the apples of his cheeks as he continued to undress.

He really didn’t know what to expect when he peeled his boxers down his legs, but it sure wasn’t /that/.

In all honesty, Bakugou has watched porn before. The idiot brigade would huddle together and giggle while watching it, critiquing the actors and their performances. Well, mainly Denki did the critiquing.

He wasn’t really interested in two random extras fucking

each other. Nor was he really interested in the female form. Don’t get him wrong, he appreciated beauty across all genders, but...eh.

Soft, blonde hair covered his pubic mound like usual. He was okay with that. Nothing new there.

But when he propped a leg up on the sink and craned his neck down to take a closer look, pink puffy lips parted to reveal...

“There’s another set of lips down here?! What the fuck...?!” He hissed in awe.

Should he...would it be wrong to...it /is/ his body, right?

His hand trembled as he spread his lips open with his index and middle finger.

He knew a bit about anatomy. He paid attention in sexual education class over the summer, although Midnight made it /really/ fucking awkward.

So he knew the slight protrusion that he ran his index finger over, and swore softly under his breath as he did so, was his clitoris. He didn’t know the two additional folds of skin, that sent shivers racing down his spine and made his nipples harden as he gently

fingered them, were there.

“Fucking weird,” he murmured as he tried to get a closer look.

Moving his finger lower resulted in him coming in contact with a wet hole and exploration was done.

He grimaced as he held his finger up, rubbing his thumb and index

finger together, slightly fascinated by the wetness that lingered.

He needed to shower. But he wasn’t exactly sure how to properly do that with uh... /that/ between his legs.

He rushed to his phone, fingers poised and ready to google, but a better idea came to mind.

Blasty (1745): If you tell anyone what I’m about to ask you, I swear to god I will END you. Got it?

Pinky (1745): Kinky. What’s up babe?

Bakugou typed out his question and then deleted it. He typed out another question and deleted that one too.

How the fuck could he ask for help trying to figure out the proper way to wash his vag—that—without sounding like a complete and total idiot?

Then again it is /Mina/ he’s talking to.

Pinky (1747): The anticipation is killing me.

Pinky (1747): Omg is this because you got hit with that gender swapping quirk?!

“Fucking gossipy idiots,” Bakugou groaned out through clenched teeth.

Blasty (1748): Just get your ass up here and don’t say anything!!

In less than thirty seconds, it seemed, Mina was breathlessly calling out his name as she banged on his door.

This time, he had a towel wrapped tightly around his shapely body when he answered.

Mina didn’t hesitate to push past him, dragging a small bag behind her.

She threw it on his bed and turned to him, hands on her hips, gaze sliding along his body, appraising it. “You /would/ be fucking stacked. How is that even fair?! You’re a hottie as a dude and a baddie as a chick,” she lamented loudly.

“How does it feel being the gods favorite Bakubabe?”

“Fanfuckingtastic. What’s in the bag?”

“Ohoho! We’ll get to that in a minute. Now what’s up?” She plopped on his bed, eyes still jealously combing his body.

“Stop looking at me like that. Its fucking weird.”

He pulled his towel tighter around him, exposing just a hint more of a pale thigh.
“I can’t help it!” Mina whined. “I’m so confused cuz like, as a dude, you’re cute but really abrasive and totally not my type. But as a girl...step on me please?”

Bakugou groaned loudly and rolled his eyes, but there was no denying the swell of pride he felt at the stupid compliment.

“I have a question you pink pervert. How do you uh,”he shifted his eyes away from Mina and mumbled, “clean down there right?”

“Oh, oh babe,” Mina

sounded condescending as she tutted softly. “With soap and water of course.”

“I get that you moron,” he snapped. “But soap doesn’t actually go inside, right?”

Mina blinked several times before dissolving into a fit of laughter. “No. God no. You’re so cute and stupid.”

“Hey! I’ve had a cock for 18 years and this cunt for all of two hours. Forgive me if I don’t know how to work it.”

Mina blinked up at him again and fell over onto her side cackling. “Work it?! It’s not heavy machinery. It’s a vagina,” she emphasized.

“Soap doesn’t go inside your vaginal canal /ever/. Douche really shouldn’t either, but that’s a conversation for a different time,” she added as she saw the confused look on his face. “Oh and make sure you wipe front to back.”

“Hah?”

“Yes, babe. You can’t just shake it and go. Welcome to the wonderful world of womanhood!” She said sarcastically.

She unzipped her bag and pulled out several bras. She eyed his chest and put back a few leaving out a plain pink one, an obscene neon green

one with pink leopard print, and a pretty black bra that was covered in lace.

She took out several articles of clothing, shampoo, body wash, body creams, and deodorants.

“Think of it as a ‘welcome to the sisterhood’ care package. What’s grabbing your attention?”

He didn’t want to admit it, but the black lace bra was breathtakingly gorgeous. It wasn’t loud and flashy, but simple, and he found beauty in simplicity.

“Just gimme the black one,” he snatched it off the bed and pointed to an impossibly small pair of shorts.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with those?”

“They’re pajama shorts!”

“They look like they’d hurt my vag—you know!”

“Ahh, the joys of coochie cutters. They don’t hurt. They’re really cute and would make your ass look phenomenal.”

“It already is,” he

grumbled. “Just gimme those too!” He snatched a pair of red shorts off the bed and a matching shirt and stomped to the bathroom.

Several seconds later, he walked back out, grabbed all of the toiletries and hit Mina with a look that dared her to say anything.

After a long shower, and accidentally discovering the pleasures of a detachable shower head, he dressed quickly and immediately yelled out,

“I CANT WEAR THIS SHIT!”

He kicked open the bathroom door, face as red as the matching pajama set he had on.

Mina sat on his bed with a shit eating grin lighting up her face. “Whatever do you mean, Bakugou?” She fluttered her eyelashes as she stared over at him.

Bakugou swept a hand along his body. “Red Riot pajamas?! Fucking seriously?”

Mina smiled innocently.

“Is there a problem with your pajamas?”

Aside from the fact that he was wearing Kirishima’s mercy and the shorts rode up his ass to reveal a tiny hint of his cheek each time he moved, and the top was damn near mid-riff because of his tits...

“No,” he spat out between his teeth. “No problem.”

Mina giggled. “Didn’t think so,” she sang. “Anyways, you’re coming with me. No one will see you but us girls.”

“Like hell Im going with you. I’m staying in here until this shit wears off.”

“Did you ever find out how long that quirk lasts?”

Bakugou felt the tingle and ripple in his palms as they heated up. Small sparks popped and crackled, dying down with smoke as he closed his fists. “72 goddamn hours.”

“So, yeah. You’re not staying in your room for three days. Plus,” Mina looked up at him, excitement etched finely on her face, “it’s ladies night in!”

“No way. No fucking way,” Bakugou shook his head. “I’m staying here. That’s it.”

Thirty minutes later, Bakugou sat cross legged and pissed off in Ochako’s room.

He was fuming. As soon as word spread that he got hit with this idiotic wuirk, the boys in the dorms wouldn’t leave him alone and the girls were plotting to get him to be apart of this

“Ladies night in” foolishness.

“He’s like, really stacked,” Jiro whispered loudly. “I’m a little jealous.”

“I can /hear/ you, you know,” he complained.

“It’s confusing, right?!” Mina looked around the room.

Majority of the girls nodded.

“YOU’RE confused?” Bakugou yelled. “My back hurts and I have no clue as to why, these shorts are riding my ass like no tomorrow, and who decided that bras needed to be this fucking uncomfortable?!” He angrily unlatched his bra and tried to pull it off, getting it

tangled in his shirt. He gave up with an angry huff and loud swearing.

Silence fell amongst the group. Hagakure snorted first, apologizing around small bursts of chuckles. Ochako followed suit, giggling softly, before laughing loudly.

“You’ve been a woman for all of 4 hours.”

“And?!” Bakugou glared st the group. “What would you do if you woke up with a dick between your legs tomorrow?”

“Personally,” Jiro started, “I’d be kinda relieved.” she shrugged.

“Jiro have you decided on what pronouns you +

want us to use? I know we talked about last ladies night in,” Momo sat on the bed, back against the wall, nibbling on a cookie.

“Mmm,” Jiro hummed. “Still figuring it out, but for now can we maybe change the name of our monthly gatherings?”

They all started talking at

once, making Bakugou’s head ache.

“If I had auddenly had a dick,” Tsuyu piped up, “I probably wouldn’t leave my room for a few hours.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened in shock. “You harpies talk like this? Seriously?”

Ochaco laughed loudly and passed the tray of snacks to him.

“That’s mild compared to last months topic of discussion.”

“Oh god,” Mina groaned. “Do we really need to revisit marry/fuck/k-ill again?”

“We have a newcomer,” Hagakure pointed out, “we need to hear his answers.”

“Not interested,” Bakugou grumbled around a mouthful of

cookie.

“You don’t have a choice,” Momo sang.

“Okay, here’s how it works,” Mina sat up on her knees. “We’ll list people in the class, maybe a few teachers,” she waggled her brows, “and you decide who you marry, who you fuck, and who you’d off.”

“This sounds dumb as fuck.”

“It’s really funny,” Tsuyu chimed in. “Or...really offensive? But what happens during these gatherings—“

“—stays amongst the group,” they all finished in unison.

“Deku, Ojiro, and Tokoyami,” Mina listed.

“Off Deku,” Bakugou didn’t hesitate.

“What about Ojiro and Tokoyami?”

“What about ‘em?” Bakugou stared over at the group.

“Who would you marry and who would you just fuck?” Mina prompted.

“Neither.” Bakugou shrugged.

“That’s not how the game works,” Jiro pointed out.

“If I had to disclose that I’d marry Momo,” she blushed, “and fuck Mina, while offing Ochaco, Sorry about that again,” she smiled at Ochaco, “then you gotta answer too.”

“You don’t have to apologize!” Ochaco crawled over to her to give her a hug. “I went peacefully.”

“You guys are worse than the morons,” Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“Doubt it,” Tsuyu chirped. “Fine. Kirishima, Iida, Todoroki.”

Bakugou choked on his tea. “This game is dumb.”

“We gave you a pass last time. No more passes Bakugou,” Momo’s lips curled slightly

as she fought a grin.

“Is there a reason you don’t want to answer?” Hagakure sounded incredibly close and he jumped, nearly knocking over the tray of snacks.

“Shit! Can you make noise or something? Scared the shit outta me.”

“You’re deflecting.” Jiro shook her head.

“Wonder why that is?” Ochaco giggled.

Bskugou huffed and rushed out, “off glasses, fuck half and half, ma-marry Kirishima.”

“I /knew/ it!” Hagakure exclaimed. “You all owe me 10 bucks!”

“You didn’t know shit!” Bakugou felt a flush burn in his cheeks and neck.

“Correction, /we/ all know. You two don’t,” Momo’s voice was soft with a hint of mirth.

“What are you talking about ponytail?”

“God you two gays are hopeless,” Mina sighed dramatically loud as she fell to the bed next to Momo.

“Hopeless,” Hagakure echoed.

“If you guys don’t stop this shit and explain what you mean, I’m out of here,” Bakugou threatened, however, he was lying.

“You’re totally in love with Kiri!” Ochaco sighed softly, happily. “You guys are always together—“

“—Hes my best friend—“

“—You guys sleep in the same bed,” Mina cut in.

“—Because we both have nightmares and can’t sleep. How did you /know/ that?”

“We do now,” Jiro laughed.

“You always find a way to touch him,” Momo added.

“And vice versa!” Tsuyu pointed out.

“He’s my best friend,” Bakugou weakly disagreed.

“So are Denki and Hanta.”

“And you hardly touch them.”

“And you don’t share a bed with them either.”

“You /love/ Kirishima,” Mina states confidently.

“I—fuck you,” Bakugou grumbled.

“Notice how he didn’t deny it though,” Hagakure spoke around a mouthful of cookie.

“I also didn’t admit shit!” Bakugou crossed his arms in a petulant manner and poked out his bottom lip.

“Guys!” Mina changed the subject so rapidly that Bakugou’s headspun. “What am I gonna do about Tetsu?” She whined, pouring.

“He /still/ hasn’t called you?” Jiro scoffed loudly. “What an idiot.”

Bakugou tried his hardest to not get interested in the conversation but,

“You gave him your number three days ago?” He looked up, totally engrossed in the conversation.

“Oh. Hey! Maybe you can help!” Mina rolled off the bed and crawled over to him, sitting damn near on top of him. “What does it mean when you give a guy your number and +

he doesn’t call you or text you for three days?”

“That he’s an idiot.”

“Or maybe he’s shy?” Momo offered.

Bakugou made a disgusted sound in his throat, “Tch. Tetsu /is/ an idiot. Ladies and Jiro,” Bakugou began.

“Thank you,” Jiro mumbled, a small smile reaching their eyes.

“If a guy abides by that three days to reach out bullshit, he’s an idiot. Plain and simple.”

“But but—he’s so cute!” Mina lamented loudly. She gripped Bakugou’s shoulders and shook him. “Help me! How do I get his attention?”

Bakugou sighed and smacked her hands away.

“Why do you need his attention anyways?”

“Cuz I’m tryin to see what that mouf do,” Mina winked.

“Harlot.” The girls chuckled and Mina pouted. Bakugou hid his smile behind his teacup. “Is that why you’ve been overdoing it with the eye makeup lately?”

“Wooooow. Wow. Rude.”

“What’s rude is your use of black eyeshadow like your eyes arent fucking black and yellow,” Bakugou quipped. “Try switching it up. Don’t do shit to grab his attention. Do shit that makes you happy.”

“I feel like I entered the Twilight Zone,”

Ochaco deadpanned as she stared at Bakugou.

“Fuck you, Cheeks.”

“Aaaaand we’re back,” she laughed.

“You know what I’ve always wondered,” Tsuyu asked. Bakugou realized that she was the slightly less disgusting version of Mineta when she asked, “Who has the biggest dick?”

All eyes are trained on Bakugou.

“Do you think we walk around the locker room with our cocks in hand and measuring tape at the ready?”

They all nodded.

“You guys are disgusting.”

“No, we just know you guys like to compare penis sizes,” Momo disagreed quietly.

“Obviously...” Bakugou trailed off, mumbling and stuffing a cookie into his mouth.

“We couldn’t hear you. Sounded like ‘Kirishima’?” Mina teased.

“You heard me,,” he snapped.

“I would have thought Hanta. Skinny guys are often well hung,” Hagakure was suddenly

on Bakugou’s left and he jumped.

“What the fuck! Stop sneaking up on me.”

She giggled as she reached over him to grab a piece of fruit. “I think you’re biased Bakugou.”

“And I think you’re all a bunch of perverts!”

“I won’t disagree with you,” Tsuyu chuckled.

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