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Craving Clouded JudgementA #kacchako sex pollen thread.
Bakugou and Uraraka are exposed to a strange flower while they’re on a mission. They start experiencing brief stints of amnesia. Now what happens during that time....
c/w: subconscious smut, but also conscious smut
-Part 1-
They burst into the abandoned warehouse expecting more than what they found. A greenhouse, in the middle of the desolate space. It’s somehow humid, and dusty at the same time, water dripping from the patchy ceiling.
They burst into the abandoned warehouse expecting more than what they found. A greenhouse, in the middle of the desolate space. It’s somehow humid, and dusty at the same time, water dripping from the patchy ceiling.
“What the fuck is this?” Bakugou is looking towards Uraraka.
“I don’t know,” she lifts her wrist to speak into her com, “Momo, Kiri, we found some sort of greenhouse.”
Bzzzz. “Did you say, greenhouse?” Momo’s voice is cutting out, “we’re on our way over.” Bzzzz.
“I don’t know,” she lifts her wrist to speak into her com, “Momo, Kiri, we found some sort of greenhouse.”
Bzzzz. “Did you say, greenhouse?” Momo’s voice is cutting out, “we’re on our way over.” Bzzzz.
“We should go check it out,” Uraraka suggests as they get closer to the glass structure, “don’t you think it’s weird they would have a greenhouse in here, where there’s no light?”
“Hm,” Bakugou’s on edge, it is weird, yet the strange looking plants on the inside are thriving, “you’re right. What do you think they are?”
She pushes open the door on the glass, and they both slip inside. There are shelves, lining both sides of the room.
She pushes open the door on the glass, and they both slip inside. There are shelves, lining both sides of the room.
Strange looking flowers line the surfaces, a pink flower on the end in full bloom. Uraraka finds it to be kind of pretty actually. They smell….like… she can’t quite put her finger on it.
But it smells good, and just being in there for the short while, it’s overwhelming all her senses.
“There’s boxes under that table, we should take a couple back to the lab.
“There’s boxes under that table, we should take a couple back to the lab.
They’ll probably want to test them,” Uraraka points to the empty cardboard at the opposite end of the door as she covers her nose and mouth. She didn’t know how much more of the scent she could handle. It’s making her kind of feel funny.
She finds her nether regions starting to throb, and she’s mortified that she is actually….horny? On the job?! Maybe it’s an aphrodisiac of some sort.
Out of curiosity, Uraraka takes her phone out, snapping a quick picture.
Out of curiosity, Uraraka takes her phone out, snapping a quick picture.
She didn't think it would matter, but Bakugou’s looking back at her when the flash goes off. The row of bright flowers that were exposed to the light withering into nothing, disintegrating into the potted dirt.
“What was that?” Bakugou’s head shoots towards her.
“What was that?” Bakugou’s head shoots towards her.
“I just tried taking a picture,” Uraraka’s eyes are wide, as she stares at the now empty pots, “I was going to send it to the lab to give them a heads up.”
“Shit, we’re going to have to be careful,” he brought a box towards her, passing her one, “no more light, make sure the boxes are sealed so we can transport them without killing them.”
Bakugou set a box down on the ground, carefully picking up one of the plants and setting it inside. As he set it down, one of the pink petals on the flower flicked on the lip of the box, and what looked like glitter shot up like a firework, directly into his face.
“Whoa, what was that?” Uraraka freezes, dropping her empty box and running over to Bakugou as he’s coughing.
He’s still hunched over as he lets out a massive sneeze.
He’s still hunched over as he lets out a massive sneeze.
As he stands up straight, she notices he’s a little wobbly so she grabs onto his arm, putting it around her neck to steady him.
He grips her shoulder, closing his eyes, shaking his head quick, “that was weird.”
He grips her shoulder, closing his eyes, shaking his head quick, “that was weird.”
“You okay?” she’s looking at him, and the arm around her is now pulling her flush against his body.
“Have I ever told you how fucking sexy you look in your hero suit,” his hands are starting to slide down her waist.
“Have I ever told you how fucking sexy you look in your hero suit,” his hands are starting to slide down her waist.
She snorts, scrunching up her nose as she pushes him back slightly, “um...Bakugou? Are you feeling alright?”
The sudden force of her pushing him back slightly seemed to knock him out of whatever trance he was in, he’s looking around now, regaining his balance, “where am I?”
Bzzzz.
Bzzzz.
“Momo, we have a problem,” Uraraka should have known better than to push him, but his sudden outburst made her act instinctively, which was apparently the wrong choice.
She barely has time to signal to Momo before Bakugou collapses backwards into the shelf of flowers, the remaining flowers on this surface releasing the glitter like spores into the air. The greenhouse trapping it all in.
It was worse than getting gassed, like all the little spores had to grab into something and her and Bakugou were the only things that it could reach.
Her first instinct is to gasp, and that sharp intake of breath was the biggest mistake she could make.
Her first instinct is to gasp, and that sharp intake of breath was the biggest mistake she could make.
She’s covering her mouth immediately after, but she knew it was too late. She breathed it in, and it was only a matter of time before….
Where is she, again?
The darkness creeps in from the corners of her vision before she’s falling too.
***
She wakes up in a hospital.
Where is she, again?
The darkness creeps in from the corners of her vision before she’s falling too.
***
She wakes up in a hospital.
When she goes to rub her eyes, she realizes she’s cuffed to her hospital bed. She’s still a little disoriented, as she tries pulling on the restraints, but they just clink against the metal frame.
“HELLO?” she calls for help, shaking at her cuffs like she was strong enough to pull them off. The rattling of the cuffs sounding like an alarm on its own.
Momo runs in with her hands up, “Don’t move, Uraraka. You’re okay.”
Momo runs in with her hands up, “Don’t move, Uraraka. You’re okay.”
“Can somebody tell me what is happening?” Uraraka lays back on her bed, her head sinking into the pillow, “can you please take these off of me?”
Momo looks towards the door nervously, “not quite.”
“What do you mean?
Momo looks towards the door nervously, “not quite.”
“What do you mean?
Momo, what’s happening?” she asks more sternly, lifting her head and resorting to trying to pull the handcuffs off with brute force, “why am I being treated like a mental patient?”
“You’re telling me you don’t remember anything?” Momo’s eyes are wide, “the greenhouse?
“You’re telling me you don’t remember anything?” Momo’s eyes are wide, “the greenhouse?
The… plants?”
“Okay, you’re the one that should be strapped in here,” she pulls at the restraints again, “I’m strapped to a bed because of PLANTS? I feel fine. Where’s the doctor? I’m ready to go.
“Okay, you’re the one that should be strapped in here,” she pulls at the restraints again, “I’m strapped to a bed because of PLANTS? I feel fine. Where’s the doctor? I’m ready to go.
I’m starving, we should stop at that pastry place on the way back to the agency.”
Kirishima walks in and she’s now pleading with him, “Oh my God, Kiri, please tell Momo I’m fine.”
He looks at Momo, “she doesn’t remember either?”
Kirishima walks in and she’s now pleading with him, “Oh my God, Kiri, please tell Momo I’m fine.”
He looks at Momo, “she doesn’t remember either?”
She can feel her blood boiling at this point, like everyone is in on this secret except for her, “what do you mean either?”
“Okay,” Momo finally gives in, “I am going to try and spark your memory. You need to calm down first.”
“I’m. Calm.”
“Okay,” Momo finally gives in, “I am going to try and spark your memory. You need to calm down first.”
“I’m. Calm.”
Uraraka smiles weakly through gritted teeth.
Momo rolls her eyes, ignoring the obvious fact that Uraraka is not calm, “We were on a mission, and you and Bakugou found the warehouse, with the greenhouse inside.”
Uraraka is looking at her like she's absolutely insane.
Momo rolls her eyes, ignoring the obvious fact that Uraraka is not calm, “We were on a mission, and you and Bakugou found the warehouse, with the greenhouse inside.”
Uraraka is looking at her like she's absolutely insane.
“Ringing any bells? The plant seems to have given you memory loss,” Momo sighs, “the doctors have run tests, and your other vitals look fine, but the lab can’t figure out what type of plant it is.”
“Are you… being serious right now?” Uraraka isn’t sure if she’s pulling her leg or not, “is there a hidden camera somewhere?” She’s looking around the room for the joke to be revealed.
“Yes, I’m being serious!” Momo is surprised, “you really don’t remember?
“Yes, I’m being serious!” Momo is surprised, “you really don’t remember?
The flower gave off some weird powder and you and Bakugou breathed it in. You were barely conscious when Kiri and I got there. I had to make us masks to pull you both out.”
“That’s it?” Uraraka feels like this is a stupid reason to chain her up.
“That’s it?” Uraraka feels like this is a stupid reason to chain her up.
“Uhm, yeah, if that doesn’t trigger anything, then I don’t know what will,” Momo blushes as she says it. Kirishima is elbowing Momo in the side, and she’s brushing him off as she pulls him out of the room, scolding him, “not now, Kiri.”
-End Part 1-
-End Part 1-
-Part 2-
They confiscated her hero suit, and Bakugou’s apparently since they were both covered in the mystery dust that this supposed plants emitted.
She still has a hard time believing they aren’t trying to gaslight her right now.
They confiscated her hero suit, and Bakugou’s apparently since they were both covered in the mystery dust that this supposed plants emitted.
She still has a hard time believing they aren’t trying to gaslight her right now.
It felt like a lot of arguing to get there, but they finally uncuffed her from her personal hell they call the hospital. Uraraka rubbed her wrists lightly, noting the bruising that was definitely her own fault, but she’d milk this for as long as she could.
She deserved that pastry she was craving.
She felt a little sore. Her body aching in ways that only aches after…..
She pursed her lips in thought.
Impossible.
She felt a little sore. Her body aching in ways that only aches after…..
She pursed her lips in thought.
Impossible.
She put on the clothes Momo brought for her ignoring the thought that is creeping in, and the soreness between her legs that she didn’t notice until she stood up.
They finally get the go ahead to leave the hospital, with strict instruction to come back if there are any changes.
Bakugou and Kirishima are waiting for them by the doors, and Bakugou looks just as angry as she was.
Bakugou and Kirishima are waiting for them by the doors, and Bakugou looks just as angry as she was.
He was slightly better at expressing his anger though, so the look on Kiri’s face explained it all.
The boys don’t see them approaching yet with their backs turned to them.
Bakugou looks fine as hell.
Uraraka freezes. What the fuck was that?
The boys don’t see them approaching yet with their backs turned to them.
Bakugou looks fine as hell.
Uraraka freezes. What the fuck was that?
She didn’t like Bakugou like that, not in the slightest. Yet she couldn’t stop her mouth from watering at the way his shirt hugged his chest and shoulders so perfectly. Her vision starts going fuzzy around the sides.
“You okay?” Momo is staring at her funny.
“You okay?” Momo is staring at her funny.
“Um, yeah,” Uraraka rakes a hand through her hair, “I uh, think I need some fresh air.” She just got let out of the jail cell of a hospital room, and she knows if she says something, they’ll just cuff her to the bed again with no warning.
Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad, “I think I just need some food in me.”
“We can stop at that pastry place,” Momo caves, “they have good tea there anyways. The tea here isn’t nearly as good.”
“We can stop at that pastry place,” Momo caves, “they have good tea there anyways. The tea here isn’t nearly as good.”
“Hey man, what’s going on?” She hears Kiri whispering to Bakugou, as he turns, looking over his shoulder at Uraraka.
“Nothing, let’s fucking go already.” he shoves his hands in his pockets as they walk out of the hospital. Their car is waiting for them at the curb.
“Nothing, let’s fucking go already.” he shoves his hands in his pockets as they walk out of the hospital. Their car is waiting for them at the curb.
“You two hop in the back,” Momo motions for them as Kiri opens the door, “now that we’re out, it’s recommended you have a few days off to recover.”
“Recover from what? I’m fine,” Bakugou grunts as he gets in the back seat, doing up his seatbelt, “I don’t need time off.”
“Recover from what? I’m fine,” Bakugou grunts as he gets in the back seat, doing up his seatbelt, “I don’t need time off.”
“I am too!” Uraraka piles in behind him, “you guys are blowing this out of proportion. I’m ready to get back to work.”
Taking days off means not getting paid, and Uraraka is not about that life, even if she’s supposedly sick.
Taking days off means not getting paid, and Uraraka is not about that life, even if she’s supposedly sick.
“We’re really not,” Kirishima presses his lips together as he closes the car door, “just because you guys lost your memory, doesn’t mean we did. We saw the state you were in when we uh… found you.”
She closes the door behind her, settling into her seat, leaning her head to the side and looking down at her buckle when it hits her. Like a ton of bricks, her head is pounding worse than before.
That smell.
That smell.
It has her mouth watering, her entire body tingling from the top of her head to the tip of her toes.
She feels like she needs to crack a window. She looks over at Bakugou, and his hand is grabbing the front of his shirt, wafting it away from his body.
She feels like she needs to crack a window. She looks over at Bakugou, and his hand is grabbing the front of his shirt, wafting it away from his body.
The smell that carries over, it’s overwhelming her in every way possible. It’s evading all her senses.
The smell, is it coming from...him?
The smell, is it coming from...him?
Momo and Kirishima get in the front seat of the car, and that brief moment of them opening the doors is a second of relief before hitting her all over again.
Oh god. It’s definitely coming from him.
Oh god. It’s definitely coming from him.
Momo starts the car, driving towards the city so they can go to the pastry shop.
Uraraka is pressing herself against the car door. Her face practically flat against the window. She’s living her worst nightmare, scared to look over at him. Something is definitely wrong.
Uraraka is pressing herself against the car door. Her face practically flat against the window. She’s living her worst nightmare, scared to look over at him. Something is definitely wrong.
She’s never thought about Bakugou like that, they work together, /frequently/. There’s a reason that her and Momo work so well with him and Kirishima.
Yet why is he all she can currently think about.
Yet why is he all she can currently think about.
She manages to sneak a glance, and she knows he can smell the mouthwatering fragrance, by the way he’s looking around with that stupid, confused look on his face.
She’s starting to sweat. All. Over. Her. Body. And she’s even more surprised to find her panties getting damp.
She’s starting to sweat. All. Over. Her. Body. And she’s even more surprised to find her panties getting damp.
She desperately needs….
Air.
She clamps her legs together. She needs air.
Doing her best to push out and other x-rated thoughts.
She cracks open the window a little, and the gust of air blows her hair over her shoulder, away from her neck.
Air.
She clamps her legs together. She needs air.
Doing her best to push out and other x-rated thoughts.
She cracks open the window a little, and the gust of air blows her hair over her shoulder, away from her neck.
Bakugou’s head shoots in her direction, a feral look on his face as his eyes dial in on her.
“Are you hot?” Momo looks in the rear view mirror at her, closing the window, “here, I’ll blast the AC.”
“Are you hot?” Momo looks in the rear view mirror at her, closing the window, “here, I’ll blast the AC.”
She didn’t think the scent could get stronger but with the air now circulating in the car, it does, /tenfold/. Strong enough that her vision starts to go around the edges again, no matter how hard she’s fighting it this time, she feels herself losing consciousness.
***
***
“Uraraka?” Bakugou's eyes are closed as he says her name. It's strained. It’s quiet. Almost like he’s staying it in /prayer/. Quiet enough that she knows Momo or Kiri didn’t hear him. Quiet enough her body is reacting before her mind can.
Her name on his lips sparks something in her, it snaps something, and she’s pretty sure it’s her dwindling self control. They didn’t need to say any other words to know what they were about to do next.
She unbuckles her seatbelt, his hands grabbing her waist in a smooth motion to assist her transition to his lap. It’s instinctual, almost natural. Her hands are resting on his shoulders; she presses her nose against his jaw, searching for that delicious smell.
She needs to touch him, to /feel/ him. She’s running her hands down his muscular arms, squeezing hungrily, begging for some sort of relief from whatever this hold on her was. She’s moving her hands between their bodies so she can feel up his chest, those abs, those /pecs/.
She presses her face to the crook of his neck, dragging her nose steadily from his neck to his jaw.
Her weight on him is only making the obvious discomfort in his jeans more apparent.
Her weight on him is only making the obvious discomfort in his jeans more apparent.
His body is on fire, and every touch she graces him with sends sparks roaring throughout him like some lit a firework in his chest.
Her legs spread on either side of him makes the scalding heat she’s emitting apparent, and the grip on her waist tightens as he lifts his own hips slightly, and the little whimper that she lets out is the most divine thing he’s ever heard.
He tilts his head up, her nose brushes his. It’s not on her skin, it’s in her breath, /her breathing/, it’s in /everything/.
She’s got a white knuckle grip in his hair as he buries his face in her chest, she doesn’t know if it’s his hands moving her hips, or if she’s moving on her own accord, but she finds herself grinding her core on him, relishing in the friction.
She’s holding his face, cradling it as they press their foreheads together, breathing in each other’s breath while they grind harder.
“Oh my god, what are you guys doing!?” Kirishima finally turns around.
“Oh my god, what are you guys doing!?” Kirishima finally turns around.
Uraraka climbs off his lap in a trance, buckling her seatbelt back up as Bakugou does the same.
***
“What are you talking about?” Uraraka looks at Kiri confused, shaking her head a little, thankful that her headache is starting to subside.
***
“What are you talking about?” Uraraka looks at Kiri confused, shaking her head a little, thankful that her headache is starting to subside.
That little nap she just took really helped.
Bakugou is tilting his head at Kirishima as well, “yeah, we’ve just been sitting here. I think I actually dozed off for a second.”
Momo and Kirishima look to each other with concern, “you’ve got to be fucking with me.”
Bakugou is tilting his head at Kirishima as well, “yeah, we’ve just been sitting here. I think I actually dozed off for a second.”
Momo and Kirishima look to each other with concern, “you’ve got to be fucking with me.”
“Dude, what the hell does that mean?” Bakugou looks annoyed as he looks out the window, leaning on his hand. He shifts, before a scowl settles on his face. Why is he fucking hard right now?
“You guys don’t remember practically making out two seconds ago?” he asks them in shock.
“You guys don’t remember practically making out two seconds ago?” he asks them in shock.
“Excuse you?” Uraraka is offended that he would even joke about that, “no, thank you. we’ve been sitting here the whole time.”
“Us? Making out? We-” Bakugou laughs, pointing from her to him and back again, “we don’t do that.”
“Us? Making out? We-” Bakugou laughs, pointing from her to him and back again, “we don’t do that.”
Uraraka’s laughing now too, “yeah what the hell, Kiri, that’s a super weird thing to joke about.”
“I think we of all people would know if that was happening,” Bakugou smiles sarcastically.
Momo is silent as they berate Kirishima, the wheels in her head turning.
“I think we of all people would know if that was happening,” Bakugou smiles sarcastically.
Momo is silent as they berate Kirishima, the wheels in her head turning.
She’d need more info first.
Something was up, and she had a feeling they’d never admit it, so she was going to run some tests of her own.
-Part 2 End-
Something was up, and she had a feeling they’d never admit it, so she was going to run some tests of her own.
-Part 2 End-
