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-Part 9-
When morning hits, or whatever time it is, she’s awakened by Bakugou pulling his softened dick out of her. There’s no question this time about what they did.
When morning hits, or whatever time it is, she’s awakened by Bakugou pulling his softened dick out of her. There’s no question this time about what they did.
Granted, how it started was still a blur, but how it finished… she’s pretty sure she wouldn’t ever forget that.
“Morning,” his voice is gruff as he slides her off of him gently, getting up and putting his pants on.
“Morning,” his voice is gruff as he slides her off of him gently, getting up and putting his pants on.
“Good Morning,” she stretches out, tits hanging out of the blankets.
He throws her a shirt, “last night was fun.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” She smiles, lazily grabbing the shirt and pulling it over her head.
He throws her a shirt, “last night was fun.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” She smiles, lazily grabbing the shirt and pulling it over her head.
“Are we going to do it again?” He smirks, finding a pair of sweats and tossing it to her this time.
“I guess that depends on where the flower takes us?” She shrugs, pulling on her leggings as he finds them in a pile on the floor.
“I guess that depends on where the flower takes us?” She shrugs, pulling on her leggings as he finds them in a pile on the floor.
They all but crawl out of her room to the couches, Kirishima’s passed out upside in the arm chair, and Momo laying on the dining room table.
“Are you guys okay?” Uraraka yawns, laying out on the couch.
“Are you guys okay?” Uraraka yawns, laying out on the couch.
“Don’t ask me anything about last night,” Kirishima groans, “I don’t remember shit.”
“How did we get home?” She lifts her head, hair completely knotted up.
“That dude you met got us a cab, I think,” Kirishima squints, “or did I call us the cab?”
“How did we get home?” She lifts her head, hair completely knotted up.
“That dude you met got us a cab, I think,” Kirishima squints, “or did I call us the cab?”
“You two are a mess,” Uraraka giggles.
“A nice change from dealing with your messes this week,” Kirishima groans as Bakugou throws open the curtains, the sunlight streaming in.
There’s no indication that Momo and Kiri will be moving anytime soon.
“A nice change from dealing with your messes this week,” Kirishima groans as Bakugou throws open the curtains, the sunlight streaming in.
There’s no indication that Momo and Kiri will be moving anytime soon.
“Wanna get coffee?” He looks at her.
“Oh yes. Pastry shop,” she moans, her mouth already watering.
“You moaned harder for the pastry shop than you did last night,” he teases her.
“Oh yes. Pastry shop,” she moans, her mouth already watering.
“You moaned harder for the pastry shop than you did last night,” he teases her.
She’s relieved he remembers, although she’s pretty sure he isn’t remembering how she remembered it.
“Hm,” she taps her chin, “I don’t think you’re remembering right. I guess you’ll just have to listen better next time if it happens.”
“Hm,” she taps her chin, “I don’t think you’re remembering right. I guess you’ll just have to listen better next time if it happens.”
“If?” He licks his bottom lip, motioning her towards the door.
“If,” she tries to hide her grin, fully well knowing it would probably happen again.
—-
The time spent in the trances gets smaller, and smaller.
“If,” she tries to hide her grin, fully well knowing it would probably happen again.
—-
The time spent in the trances gets smaller, and smaller.
Yet Uraraka can’t help the urges that remain, which she isn’t complaining about because being able to remember sex with Bakugou is one of her new favorite things.
They don’t feel the need to talk much about what they have going, because between the two of them, they figure it will wear off eventually and they will go back to when they weren’t sex crazed for each other.
However currently, whenever she sees Bakugou, she wants to jump his bone, and 99% of the time she does, pulling him into some secluded area, or closet.
Either that, or racing to one of their apartments where they proceed to rip each other clothes off to get it out of their systems.
It’s been a month though, and she’s not sure the effects are exactly getting weaker, just that she’s grown more accustomed to control them.
It’s been a month though, and she’s not sure the effects are exactly getting weaker, just that she’s grown more accustomed to control them.
The lab calls them that following month to pick up their hero suits, finally after a research day at their office. Her and Bakugou had discussed a new list of questions for the lab tech, and they hopefully have more answers this time since they’re able to do more research.
“So when does this wear off?” Bakugou leans on the table, tapping the glass encasing the flower, waiting for security to get their suits out of holding.
“Wear off?
“Wear off?
It’s effects only manifest for approximately one week,” the tech doesn’t look up at them as they continue typing on their laptop.
Uraraka chokes on her water, “I’m sorry, what?”
Uraraka chokes on her water, “I’m sorry, what?”
“It only manifests for a week?” The tech looks up from the screen, confused as they repeat the statement, “we haven’t been able to replicate symptoms past that cycle. The spores just die.”
Kirishima bursts out laughing, as Bakugou and Uraraka turn a bright shade of red.
Kirishima bursts out laughing, as Bakugou and Uraraka turn a bright shade of red.
“So hypothetically speaking,” Momo tries not to laugh, “if the effects continued after that week…”
“...Then that’s no longer the flower having an effect,” the tech nods, turning back to their computer, “and would be the choice of the users affected.”
“...Then that’s no longer the flower having an effect,” the tech nods, turning back to their computer, “and would be the choice of the users affected.”
“Wait, but like,” Uraraka is trying to muster up the words, “one week?”
“Are you still getting headaches?” They look at their checklist.
“Well, no,” Uraraka thinks back and realizes it’s been awhile since she had one.
“How about the smell?” The tech asks nexts.
“Are you still getting headaches?” They look at their checklist.
“Well, no,” Uraraka thinks back and realizes it’s been awhile since she had one.
“How about the smell?” The tech asks nexts.
She looks to Bakugou and he’s shaking his head too, “uh, I guess not.”
“So…” the lab tech is looking for more signs.
“But the urges…” Uraraka is a deep shade of pink, “how do you explain that?”
The lab tech is trying not to laugh, pressing their lips together.
“So…” the lab tech is looking for more signs.
“But the urges…” Uraraka is a deep shade of pink, “how do you explain that?”
The lab tech is trying not to laugh, pressing their lips together.
“Oh my God,” Uraraka wants to die of embarrassment, “so I’m not just getting accustomed to the side effects?”
“I’m sorry,” the lab tech gets up to excuse themselves, probably to have a good laugh, “but no.”
—-
She’s sprawled out on Bakugou’s couch.
“I’m sorry,” the lab tech gets up to excuse themselves, probably to have a good laugh, “but no.”
—-
She’s sprawled out on Bakugou’s couch.
Her legs in his lap as he watches TV and she just stares at the ceiling.
“You okay?” He shakes her foot.
“I don't know ,” she props up on her elbows.
“You want to fuck?” He pauses the movie he’s watching.
“Yes,” she groans.
“You okay?” He shakes her foot.
“I don't know ,” she props up on her elbows.
“You want to fuck?” He pauses the movie he’s watching.
“Yes,” she groans.
“Why do you sound distraught?” He laughs at her reaction.
“You heard the lab tech,” she stresses, staring at her foot as he starts to rub it.
“I did,” he nods.
“Does that change things for you?” She asks nervously.
“You heard the lab tech,” she stresses, staring at her foot as he starts to rub it.
“I did,” he nods.
“Does that change things for you?” She asks nervously.
“Does it for you?” He answers her question with a question, “it doesn’t have too.”
“It doesn’t?” She feels a little better.
“I don’t think we need label it,” he points out, dropping her foot as he slowly starts to crawl over her.
“It doesn’t?” She feels a little better.
“I don’t think we need label it,” he points out, dropping her foot as he slowly starts to crawl over her.
She gets the tingly feeling throughout her body, which she thought was the flower, turns out it’s just her own nervous system.
“We can just see where it goes,” He settles on top of her, his weight pressing into her something she’s come to find comfortable.
“We can just see where it goes,” He settles on top of her, his weight pressing into her something she’s come to find comfortable.
Their legs tangle together as he presses a kiss to her neck then jaw.
“I think we know where this is going,” she kisses the tip of his nose with a small laugh before wrapping her legs around him.
-End Part 9-
“I think we know where this is going,” she kisses the tip of his nose with a small laugh before wrapping her legs around him.
-End Part 9-
-Part 10-
Bonus 1:
They’re back at the agency, and instead of one suitcase, they have two each. Meaning that their suits were damaged beyond repair, and that they just ordered them new ones to be made.
Bonus 1:
They’re back at the agency, and instead of one suitcase, they have two each. Meaning that their suits were damaged beyond repair, and that they just ordered them new ones to be made.
“Do we even want to look?” Uraraka looks at Momo, “I’m going to have to wear my new suit in so it’s not as tight around my crotch. Do you know how comfortable I got my last one?”
“If they fucked up my belt design,” Bakugou’s cursing as he pulls his old case closer, “they put my grenade slots in the wrong spot last time.”
“Before you guys open those….” Momo trails off, “how much of your memory did you get back?”
“Before you guys open those….” Momo trails off, “how much of your memory did you get back?”
“Pretty much all of them,” Uraraka’s nods.
Bakugou agrees, “we’ve been able to piece it together, starting back to the hospital.”
Momo and Kiri exchange a glance.
“Nothing…. before that?” Kirishima questions trying to hide his smirk.
Bakugou agrees, “we’ve been able to piece it together, starting back to the hospital.”
Momo and Kiri exchange a glance.
“Nothing…. before that?” Kirishima questions trying to hide his smirk.
“What aren’t you telling us?” Uraraka drops her arms.
Momo clenches her teeth together, “well….”
“You guys fucked at the greenhouse!” Kirishima blurts it out, like he’s been holding it back since that day.
“No, we didn’t,” Uraraka’s jaw dropped.
Momo clenches her teeth together, “well….”
“You guys fucked at the greenhouse!” Kirishima blurts it out, like he’s been holding it back since that day.
“No, we didn’t,” Uraraka’s jaw dropped.
“Back to this, huh?” Kirishima folds his arms, “has anything else we told you been a lie?”
“Just open your suits,” Momo blushes, and Uraraka is keenly aware that Momo is who found them first,
Uraraka is scared, but she opens the case.
“Just open your suits,” Momo blushes, and Uraraka is keenly aware that Momo is who found them first,
Uraraka is scared, but she opens the case.
She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Her suit.
It looks like it went through a paper shredder.
Bakugou’s is less shredded, but has what looks like claw marks, then one big rip down the front.
He holds it up, and she places her hand over the claw mark.
Her suit.
It looks like it went through a paper shredder.
Bakugou’s is less shredded, but has what looks like claw marks, then one big rip down the front.
He holds it up, and she places her hand over the claw mark.
It was like the glass slipper after the ball.
At this point, she has to laugh. Starting by trying to hide it, before she’s full on holding her stomach from laughing so hard.
At this point, she has to laugh. Starting by trying to hide it, before she’s full on holding her stomach from laughing so hard.
Bakugou trying to hold back his amusement, holding up hers next, and due to the material, the force of him ripping outwards, it shredded hers in multiple places.
“So the first time we technically fucked…” Uraraka puts her head down on the table.
“So the first time we technically fucked…” Uraraka puts her head down on the table.
She was sore at the hospital, she just didn’t realize it was because of /that/.
“That’s why you guys were handcuffed,” Momo is covering her mouth, “you ended up banging so hard at the warehouse you passed out, and they originally put you in the same hospital room…”
“That’s why you guys were handcuffed,” Momo is covering her mouth, “you ended up banging so hard at the warehouse you passed out, and they originally put you in the same hospital room…”
“But then you kept fucking when you woke up again,” Kirishima’s howling as he says it.
“So it looks like you were doomed from the beginning,” Momo shrugs, “they did say your new uniforms have better strength to them though. Not that you should test it out.”
“So it looks like you were doomed from the beginning,” Momo shrugs, “they did say your new uniforms have better strength to them though. Not that you should test it out.”
“Oh I think we should test it out,” Bakugou smirks and Uraraka feels her eyes rolling so hard, that she’s pretty sure they’re going to.
Bonus 2:
They’re standing in the lab, waiting for the lab tech to get back in the room with the last of the paperwork.
Bonus 2:
They’re standing in the lab, waiting for the lab tech to get back in the room with the last of the paperwork.
Kirishima and Bakugou know they shouldn’t be goofing off, but Kirishima found a bouncy ball and kept pegging it at Bakugou. He couldn’t not retaliate.
“Guys,” Uraraka rolls her eyes, “you’re going to get in trouble.”
“Guys,” Uraraka rolls her eyes, “you’re going to get in trouble.”
“What are we, 5?” Bakugou scoffs, “we can manage throwing a ball back and forth.”
“Yeah, we’re being careful,” Kirishima bounces the ball on the floor, catching it again and tossing it to Bakugou.
“It’s harmless,” Bakugou tosses the ball to Uraraka.
“Yeah, we’re being careful,” Kirishima bounces the ball on the floor, catching it again and tossing it to Bakugou.
“It’s harmless,” Bakugou tosses the ball to Uraraka.
She didn’t realize he was tossing it to her though, and her reflexes swat it away.
Cue panic mode as the bouncy ball takes on a mind of its own, making three pro heroes scramble around the lab room trying to catch the rubber ball. It’s a scramble.
Cue panic mode as the bouncy ball takes on a mind of its own, making three pro heroes scramble around the lab room trying to catch the rubber ball. It’s a scramble.
Uraraka sees it a second too late.
Kirishima, jumping to catch the ball before it hits the table with the flower in its glass casing. But then running into the table himself.
“Whoa that was a close one,” he holds the ball between his thumb and pointer.
Kirishima, jumping to catch the ball before it hits the table with the flower in its glass casing. But then running into the table himself.
“Whoa that was a close one,” he holds the ball between his thumb and pointer.
Uraraka and Bakugou are frozen in fear as the casing wobbles. Kirishima turned slowly in horror. They’re Holding their breath so as to not add to the unfolding mess that’s about to happen.
One sway.
Two sways.
One sway.
Two sways.
And no matter how fast they could have moved from there, none of them would’ve been able to catch it as the glass shattered to the floor. Flower and all.
The glitter like powder shoots up, clouding the room.
The glitter like powder shoots up, clouding the room.
“Fuck,” they all say in unison as the headache appears and that sickly sweet scent fills their minds.
—-THREAD FINISH—-
—-THREAD FINISH—-
The completed thread can be read on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29383734
But WOW. This thread was originally out of my comfort zone. I had so much fun with it though
thank you for all the support and best bet I have thrived off the comments and gifs. You’re all beautiful souls 
But WOW. This thread was originally out of my comfort zone. I had so much fun with it though
thank you for all the support and best bet I have thrived off the comments and gifs. You’re all beautiful souls
