Notes: I can't believe I'm fucking writing this. God, I am a hot mess. I just wanted some Kirikacchako. This is what I give to the world? This ridiculousness. There are a ton of plot holes in this and I am very aware of them, but sh, let's just have fun here. Or try to anyways. I almost didn't want to publish this under my actual name, but then I changed some things around and I felt better about it. Yes, this is a Lust Quirk fic with NO smut. I mean, there's definitely some hot and heavy stuff, but besides Bakugou's foul mouth, nothing super serious happens. This is a story about consent, damnit, and one cannot do that under the effects of a quirk. And it's also a story about friendship and feelings and a shit ton of awkward feelings dumped on Uraraka and Kirishima all at once. I have this almost entirely written, so that's nice.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don't even want to own this dumb idea. lmao

It wasn't really Uraraka's fault that Bakugou was hit by that other villain's unknown quirk. She had been in the middle of fighting another villain, her back open for attack, when Bakugou had landed onto the scene and saw a villain come up from behind her. The villain she was fighting was huge, but he made the fatal mistake of breaking up the street in his attack, so she practically ripped the ground out from underneath him and dropped it on him down on him. A move like that took a lot of focus and strength, so she didn't see the other villain.

Bakugou reacted without thinking, launching himself towards her like a rocket and shouting, "Uraraka!" to warn her before shoving her out of the way of the villain's blast. It hit him instead, knocking him off course, but he flipped over to correct himself and landed on his feet and one hand, skidding at least five feet back before he came to a stop.

A wave of dizziness swept over Bakugou as he stood up straight, but besides that, he didn't feel much different. His heart was racing from the adrenaline of the fight and he always ran hot because of his quirk. Maybe he was a little breathless, but then he had just made himself a missile. He shook his head, getting himself back into it, and his eyes zeroed in on the villain whose quirk had hit him. Whatever it was, it must not have been very strong because Bakugou didn't feel hindered in the slightest.

"Oh no you don't!" Bakugou yelled when the villain turned tail and ran upon realizing that his quirk hadn't had whatever intended effect he'd expected. However, when he reached the alleyway the guy had ran into, Bakugou found it completely empty. It was a dead end - except for the manhole near the back. He swore. The sewers were a place that he did not like trodding around. After tearing it open and looking inside though, he found nothing and he dropped it down with a loud clang, fighting the urge to let off explosions out of frustration.

It wasn't like him to let a villain get away. Bakugou had to shake his head again. He did feel a little foggy now that he wasn't in the middle of a fight, but nothing too major. Maybe the villain's quirk had disoriented him enough to allow the asshole to escape. Still pissed Bakugou the hell off.

There was a loud crash behind him in the street, reminding him that he was in the middle of something. By the time Bakugou ran back out of the alley though, the major fight was over and the villain was in custody, forcing him to come to a halt. Bakugou's eyes swept over the scene - rubble everywhere, smoke rising, police, but no one seriously hurt - but it felt like he was searching for someone in particular. He caught a glimpse of pink and white, Uraraka talking to the main officer, and his heart dropped into his stomach.

A sick feeling hit him immediately as he turned in the opposite direction of her, but he ignored it as he walked towards the nearest uniformed officer to inform him of the villain that had gotten away. They needed to comb the underground area quick if they were going to keep the trail from going cold. Normally, nothing could phase Bakugou's laser pointer focus on the job, but his eyes kept drifting over to where Uraraka was, his heart thumping wildly every time he did so, until finally he had to force himself to leave the area entirely.

For some reason, everything was tugging him towards her. Maybe he'd congratulate her on a job well done. She'd done an excellent job capturing that one villain. That had to be why he kept feeling the urge to walk towards her. Something to do with admiration and respect. She'd really grown as a hero in the past few years, beyond anyone's expectations, including her own. He'd known she was capable of greatness since their fight at their first Sports Festival, but it had taken some time for her to realize it herself.

Also, had her hero costume always been that tight? She had definitely grown in some other areas as well.

Bakugou blinked, startled by the thought, and then jerked himself away from her. Where had that come from? He walked halfway in her direction without even realizing it.

She started to turn around, but he began to walk away before they could connect eyes. She could deal with the reporters. After all, she had been the one to take down the main villain. Sure, he'd saved her from that other villain, but Bakugou was in no mood for reporters. There was still a strange feeling in his gut and a slight headache was building. Reporters really liked Uraraka because she was so friendly and willing to answer questions while dealing with him was a lot like holding a hand grenade.

To be honest, Bakugou felt like one right now and the pin was sitting very precariously in place. It must've been from letting that villain get away. He was pissed about it and was not relishing the idea of telling the pro hero that he worked under about it.

Tired of being on the scene, Bakugou stomped away, quieter than most people would expect of him. By now, Uraraka had the full attention of media, alongside two other heroes that they worked with. He thought they were snot-faced brown nosers, so it was best that he stay out of the limelight anyways. To be fair, he kind of hogged it most of the time, which was only natural because of his record and his quirk. He could afford to let those below him get a taste of it.

Because he was leaving though, he missed the way Uraraka looked around for him and her comment, "It's thanks to Ground Zero that I was able to capture him though. If not for him, I would've been knocked out of commission by a villain that came up from behind! He's being camera shy today though, I guess."

Uraraka was blushing as she made her way through the office, everyone congratulating on a job well done. This was the first time since getting hired on here that she'd taken a villain down more or less on her own. Maybe none of them had actually expected her to be able to throw down with a villain, but she had shown them. The other two sidekicks that had been there besides Bakugou were even looking at her differently. They'd been shaken up by the way she'd slid around the area, tapping the ground so that everything the villain broke became a meteor.

Still, as happy as she was about what she'd done, she really wished that Bakugou had stuck around. He was getting better on camera dealing with the reporters, but he'd vanished without so much as a word to her. Hopefully he'd gone to get checked out by a medic after being hit by that villain's quirk since they didn't know what it did yet, but she doubted it somehow. Still, he wasn't in the office from what she could see. He wasn't at his desk at least.

It made her feel anxious. Bakugou was probably pissed at having to "save" her from the other villain and getting hit in her place. No doubt he would ream her out for it later. He never kept his opinion about anyone's perceived failures to himself, although she knew by now it was so that they could improve.

Once she sat down at her desk, Uraraka took a deep breath and relaxed for a moment. Before UA, no one had talked about how much paperwork was involved in being a hero. It was almost just as exhausting. She had to get this report about the attack done before the end of the day. As she got started it on her computer, she squirmed in her seat and pulled on her costume. It sure would've been nicer to do this in something that wasn't so damn tight.

After about thirty minutes, the monotony after the fight was beginning to drag Uraraka down. She decided to break it up by getting a water from the kitchen. On her way there, she spotted Bakugou rounding the corner of the hallway and a smile lit up her face. "Hey! There you are! You just vanished on me."

Bakugou's eyes latched onto her and he froze on the spot, looking like a deer in headlights. His obvious surprise caught her off guard and she halted as well, leaving the both of them to stare at each other. Now that they were in better light and they were in the heat of battle, she was able to get a better look at him. His face was flushed, like he might be running a fever, and he looked close to sweating. His breathing appeared slightly jittery like he'd just gone on a run. Had he really gone to the gym after dealing with those villains?

"Are you okay, Bakugou?" Uraraka asked him, tentatively stepping closer. His red eyes were locked on her, his gaze so intense that it make her throat constrict. What was that look for? "Did you get checked out?"

"Checked...out?" Bakugou croaked. It sounded as if the words had to be torn out of his mouth. "Why?"

"For when you got hit by that villain's quirk?" Uraraka reminded. He didn't seem to understand what she was saying. No, he definitely hadn't gotten looked at afterwards. She sighed. It really was irresponsible of him. He should know better. Sometimes, his pride got in the way though. Well, if she was going to have to drag him to their medic, then so be it. "Bakugou, you really should go get looked at." She started to reach out for him to feel his forehead. "You don't look we-"

Bakugou snatched her by the wrist before she could touch him and a shudder went through him. Maybe a cold chill? However, it was hard for her to think about when he was looking at her like that. His pupils were blown wide to the point where the reds of his irises was just a ring, The pink flush went from his cheeks all the to his ears. His touch was so hot and she could feel his explosive sweat coating her skin. He was actually starting to pant from the effort of something, his eyes traveling down her eyes to her arm and finally to her wrist where he was holding onto her with a tight but not painful grip.

Uraraka felt as if her heart was going to explode out of her chest as she gaped at him. In the words of Bakugou, what the fuck was going on with him?

"Ba-Bakugou?" she managed to stammer.

"Gods, Uraraka, you're so…" Bakugou swallowed and stepped closer into her space. She backed up out of habit, not afraid of him but to give him the wide berth he usually demanded, but then he was in hers again, until he had her pressed up against the wall. "You're so small."

Uraraka furrowed her brow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I bet I could pick you up and pin you against this wall like it was nothing," Bakugou murmured, practically talking to himself.

Blush flooded Uraraka's cheeks. "Bakugou!"

Oh my god, had he really said what she thought he did? She really didn't want to take it that way, especially if he didn't mean it. (Not that it mattered if he meant it or not because, well, that was absurd, why would she want him to mean it?) However, as slow on the uptake as she could be about these things, it was hard to misread the way he was looking at her now.

Licking his lips, staring her down. Like she was a treat that he wanted to devour on the spot.

When Bakugou lifted his other hand to touch her face, Uraraka jumped a little, but she couldn't take her eyes away from him. He was taller than her, so she had to crane her neck back to look up at him. His eyes dropped from her face to that exposed skin and he trailed a finger down her jaw and then under her neck until it hit the neckline of her hero costume.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Uraraka was starting to tremble a little, which was embarrassing, but it was so hard when Bakugou raised her wrist up over her head. He stepped even closer to her so that their chests were touching. She could feel the shaky way he was breathing, the hard planes of his muscles, and smell that explosive scent that was (intoxicating) just him.

Bakugou didn't seem capable of words. He didn't seem capable of anything that didn't have to do anything with her. She had never experienced something like this in her entire life - where nothing in the world mattered to someone except for her. When he dipped his head down and nipped at the exposed skin of her neck, Uraraka almost jumped out of her costume in surprise and an electric shock went all the way to her core. So startled, she shoved against his chest as hard as she could. He let go of her wrist and stumbled backwards, blinking in confusion.

"Oh my god, Bakugou, what is wrong with you?" Uraraka demanded, blush covering the entirety of her face and all the way down her chest. She was entirely too hot in her hero costume. It felt like too much material and not enough at the same time, considering the way it hugged all of her curves. She pressed a hand against her neck where his lips and teeth had been, feeling a wet spot there. "You can't just… You can't just!" She couldn't even get the words out of her mouth. "We're at work!"

Yeah, like that was the only crazy thing about this situation. Sure, she and Bakugou got along fairly well all things considered. There was an obvious mutual respect for each other. There was no way she could deny that he was pretty hot. Okay, really hot. Especially in his hero costume. And there might have been some tension between them in the past months that she had chalked up to her imagination. But he'd just said that he could pin her against the wall and then he had his hands on her and-

No, no, no she was not going to think about that now.

"I…" Bakugou looked at his hands as if he didn't know how they had moved to touch her. "I don't know. I just… I had to…" He licked his lips and his eyes flickered to hers. She held her ground, but she honestly felt like she could melt into the ground right now. "I had to taste you."

"That's…" Oh gods, she didn't know how to react to that, especially coupled with the look he was giving her right now, like he was ready to dive in for more. Now that he'd had a taste, he didn't want to stop. "I think that villain's quirk messed with your head."

"I'm pretty sure it's just you," Bakugou told her.

Uraraka stepped forward, meaning to grab him and drag him directly to their boss's office, but then hesitated. She didn't think touching him was a good idea. He was practically shaking with the effort to not jump her on the spot. "How about…?" She tried to think of something, anything, that would get them out of this situation. If he was suffering a side effect from the villain's quirk, she didn't want him to be humiliated at work once it wore off. No way would he want these things - no way would he want her so strongly - if something wasn't wrong with his mind. "How about I take you home? You can get some rest. I bet you'll feel normal in the morning!"

A wolfish smirk crossed Bakugou's face, which made her feel like shrinking. Bakugou had a way of making himself appear larger than life at times, but Uraraka had learned to stand tall with or against him when he got like that. For some reason though, she couldn't muster it. "I thought you'd never ask."

An uneasy feeling crept inside of Uraraka's mind. Maybe she'd said the wrong thing.

After talking it over with their boss, the pro hero had decided that it was best if Bakugou went home. He was starting to look more feverish and was far too distracted to get anything done. It was close for their shift to be over anyways and they'd done a damn good job taking down that one villain today already. Besides, she could do the rest of her paperwork at home and email it to him later.

Uraraka didn't think it was a good idea if he tried to drive, but she also wasn't sure if her driving him home was a good idea either. There was little choice in the matter. They last about five minutes before Uraraka had to pull over in a screeching halt and force Bakugou to get in the backseat. He was far too handsy. Her face was going to be permanently red from the way he had been tracing circles on her thigh. She was breathing heavily through her nose and tightly gripping the steering wheel as Bakugou cackled lowly in the back.

Well, at least he was enjoying this. Uraraka felt like she was going to explode. Sure, she had definitely fantasized about what it would be like to have Bakugou's attention like this, but it was quite another to have it. And wow, was it freaking intense.

When she pulled up to his apartment, Uraraka hesitated. On one hand, she wanted to kick him out and then speed off home so she could hide in her bedroom and freak out. On the other hand, she was genuinely concerned about Bakugou. He clearly wasn't feeling well. If he was sick, then she would feel guilty about dealing with it on his own. Sighing, she got out of the car. She had a feeling that she was going to regret this, but Bakugou's strange behavior was worrying her.

"Okay, when we get inside, you should lay down," Uraraka told him as they walked up the stairs. "I'll fix you something to eat. I can't promise it won't be as delicious as what you normally make, but it's better than nothing."

When they made it to his place, Bakugou leaned a shoulder against the door as he unlocked it and grinned down at her. "Or you can just lay down with me. I'm pretty sure you'll be delicious."

Uraraka's whole body turned hot. She had never had someone speak to her like that and she didn't know how to respond to that. "Bakugou, you're clearly sick and possibly delirious." He had to be because there was no way that he would say something like that, especially to her. What had that villain's quirk done? She ducked under his arm to get into the apartment and pointed to his bedroom as she went into the kitchen. "Change - now."

"I actually like it when you're bossy," Bakugou said as he did as he was told.

Uraraka breathed a sigh of relief as she began to root through his fridge. The moment of reprieve was definitely needed. She didn't know what was wrong with him, but she'd get it taken care of. Just get some food in him, get him in bed, and then go get some research done. A few of the villain's victims were in the hospital, even though none of them had been hurt physically as far as they could tell. If she could see how they were doing, then maybe she would know how to handle Bakugou.

"Thank gods you made soup the other night," Uraraka mumbled to herself. She pulled out the pot and set it down on the stove to heat up.

However, when something as solid as a wall pushed up against her back, she stiffened. Bakugou pressed himself fully against her, his hands resting on the counter so that his arms were on either side of her. A part of her knew that she should feel trapped, but instead she felt guarded. He had such a distinctive smell about him that she couldn't help but inhale for a moment. For some reason though, it just made her feel guilty. He wasn't feeling well. He wouldn't want this normally.

"Bakugou, I don't think-"

"Then don't think," Bakugou told her in a rough voice. "You talk too much, Round Face."

Before she could say anything about that, Bakugou buried his face in her neck again and licked a line from her pulsepoint all the way up to her ear. It sent a shiver down her spine so violently that she actually shook. No, this was bad - mostly because it felt so damn good - which made the whole thing very wrong. She turned around to face him, putting her hands on his chest to shove him away again, when his lips captured hers and a million tiny explosions went off in her head.

He was so warm from his body all the way to his lips, his heat bleeding into hers as he pressed her back against the counter and his hands lifted to cup her face. He kissed her like he needed her to live, like she was as vital as air, and it was so difficult not to get wrapped up in it. Bakugou was passionate about everything he did, sometimes to the point where it came off as rage, and he was no different here. She lost herself for a moment in it, forgetting what she was doing, until he groaned so deeply that she felt it in his chest.

Uraraka pulled her head back. "We shouldn't-" But then Bakugou chased her lips, kissing her again, and it was really hard not to melt into it. She let out a squeak and jumped when she felt Bakugou's hands on her butt and then he was lifting her in the air like it was nothing and dropping her down on this kitchen island so that he could step in between her legs. Holy shit, this was better than one of her daydreams.

"We definitely should," Bakugou told her, his lips just centimeters from hers, making her tip forward. "You don't know how much I've thought about doing this to you."

"D-doing what?" Uraraka didn't think she could handle the answer, but asked anyways.

"Fucking you on the kitchen table at work," Bakugou said, the words hitting her like a bullet shot at point blank. He swore all the time, but never about that and never like that with her. It send her mind in a spiral. "You wiggle that ass of yours in that tight costume whenever you're searching for something in the fridge. Drives me fucking mental."

This was out of control. This would too much. How had she not known any of this? Okay, so there might have been some tension between them recently, but she could always chalk it up to the adrenaline rush that came with being a hero. It made her feel ridiculously confused, but Bakugou left her little time to consider it with the way he was kissing her. He clung to her, pulling at her costume like he could physically rip it off of her. She could barely breathe from the way he was going at it, kissing down her neck and unzipping her costume from the back.

"Wait- wait-" Uraraka grabbed him by the wrists and pulled his hands off of her. Bakugou leaned back to look her in the face, but there was something hazy about his eyes. They were definitely filled with something desperate and wanting, but also something else. He couldn't match her gaze for long. "If you've felt like this, uh, for a while, then why now?"

"I don't know," Bakugou said, sounding a little confused himself. "Ever since you took down that villain today, you've been on my mind - this has been on my mind - and then I saw you at work and when I grabbed you by the wrist, I just-" He blinked. "I couldn't stop myself."

Oh. Uraraka tried to wrap her mind around it as best as she could. The answer hit her like a subway. "Right after you got hit by that villain's quirk." She had known that it had messed him up somehow, but he'd been acting kind of like a drunk horny guy before straight up trying to ravish her in his kitchen. It must have been some sort of - gods, she did not want to think about this - lust quirk. Maybe it affected pheromones or the libido or, oh hell, she didn't know.

But it meant one very huge thing: she had to stop this right away. Bakugou wasn't in his right mind. She shouldn't have let it get this far, but then he'd started talking and it had sounded like straight out of a fantasy.

"Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" Uraraka asked, a smile crossing her face.

"I kind of like where I have you right now," Bakugou quipped.

She laid a hand on his chest, feeling those muscles under her palm. Why was he making this so hard? "Well, there are a few things that I want to try and I'd be a lot more comfortable with….something soft to land on."

"Oh, I like the sound of that even more." The smirk that appeared on Bakugou's face made him look like he was the big bad wolf and she was little red riding. It sent shivers up and down her spine. It did sound as if Bakugou had wanted this before he had been hit by the quirk, but whatever it was, it had escalated the desires by tenfold and he literally couldn't control himself, so she would have to do it for him.

Uraraka got off the table and pushed him toward the bedroom. "You got protection?" He nodded his head. "Then you better get it."

He did as he was told, ducking through the door. She turned on her heels and began to rifle through his work bag until she found what she was looking for. It made things look worse, but it was the only thing she could think of. What else could she do? She had to subdue him somehow and short of knocking him unconscious she wasn't sure how she could contain him. If she left, she was fairly certain he would follow.

Stepping into the bedroom, Uraraka prepared herself to be mauled, but when he made a move towards her, she held up a hand. "You said you like it when i'm bossy, right?" She pulled out the handcuffs from behind her back, the regulation ones that every hero and sidekick were given. His eyes went to them, immediately wary, but she steeled herself and stepped towards him, pushing against him with a finger. "I want to be in complete control. I want you to be at my mercy for once."

Bakugou licked his lips. "Fucking hell, Uraraka."

With every step she took toward him, he took one back towards the bed until the back of his legs hit it and he sat down on it. Uraraka propped one foot on the bed next to him and shivered as he ran a hand all the way up her calf to her thigh, getting dangerously close to her center. He went to pull her closer, but she stopped him again and he let out a growl. Her brain was having a riot right now, but somehow she managed to keep going.

When she took one of his wrists and clasped the handcuff over it, he shuddered with anticipation. It was always strange to be cut off from one's quirk. The quirk suppressor handcuffs were one of the best inventions in the past two years. She was lucky that he kept them with his other hero gear like she'd thought he would. The reason why he was so willing to go through with this was because he wanted her so much and the quirk was making him blind to everything else.

Uraraka felt bad - she really did - but it had to be done.

Without warning, she twisted him around and handcuffed his other hand behind his back. So distracted from the quirk and whatever effect she had on him because of it, the action was easier than she'd expected. She tapped him with her fingertips and sent him floating to the ceiling. He was already thrashing by the time he hit the top and shouted, "What the hell, Uraraka!"

"I'm sorry, Bakugou!" Uraraka called up to him, cringing visibly. "I think you're under the effect of that villain's quirk and I don't want you to do anything you'll regret."

"Damnit, Uraraka, when I get down there, so help you God, I am going to fuck your world up in about ten different ways!" Bakugou yelled. It was an interesting way of putting things, considering how he was still clearly very turned on. Instead of kicking her ass though, she was pretty sure that he had other plans on how to wreck her.

"Sorry!" She waved at him meekly and pulled out her cell as she stepped out of the room, leaving him to float and shout uselessly. There was only one person she could think of to call, so she picked the name out of her contact list and dialed. Hopefully he wasn't busy or this was going to be a struggle. It took thirty long seconds, in which she half-listened to Bakugou's very descriptive complaints, before the other person answered.

"Hello?"

Uraraka gasped in relief. "Thank gods, Kirishima, I need your help!"

"Shit, Uraraka, is everything okay? Are you safe?" The panic in Kirishima's voice was overrode by his immediate determination to help. He was such a good friend. With Bakugou and her working at the same hero agency, she had really gotten to know him better and get closer after graduation.

"Oh, um, I'm safe, but I…" Uraraka didn't know how to word this whole situation without it sounding terrible and awkward. "I need you to come to Bakugou's place."

There was a long pause until Kirishima finally asked, "What?"

"I need you to help me with Bakugou!" Uraraka exclaimed into the phone. "You know that confrontation we had earlier today with those villains?"

"Yeah, I saw it on the news. You kicked some serious ass. I was surprised Bakugou didn't show. You know how much he loves to hog facetime on the news despite hating reporters."

"One of them escaped. Bakugou got hit with his quirk. There isn't much information on it, but he's, um, having some issues and I...I can't help him on my own." She most definitely could help him, but it felt all sorts of wrong. It felt too much like taking advantage of him for her to be comfortable. He might've said that he'd been thinking those things for a while, but he had never so much as tried to act on them or even hinted that he wanted her (or she had missed it), so it had to be the quirk doing most of the talking. "Please, I don't know who else to call. I could call for an ambulance, but I think he might actually kill me if I do that."

Kirishima hummed thoughtfully. "Yeah, good point." She pressed a hand against her face. This was way too much for her to handle in one day. She was still exhausted from fighting with that villain earlier. Fending off a terribly horny Bakugou had been even worse. "Not gonna lie, this is weird, but you sound desperate, so I'll see if I can get out of here early and head that way."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Uraraka gushed into the phone.

From the bedroom, she could hear Bakugou shouting her name and, "You're killing me, Uraraka, you're fucking killing me, you goddamn tease!" and she let out a whimper after she hung up the phone. It would take Kirishima at least thirty minutes to get here and that was if traffic was light. All she could do was sit in the living room and wait. It was going to be painful.

In the meantime, Uraraka made a phone call to their agency. "Hey, I was wondering if you could send me the files on that unknown villain?" She turned her back to the bedroom door, as if that would make Bakugou's threats any less worse. "Mmhm, yeah, and the hospital records of the victims, if you could." She grinned nervously when the sidekick on the other end asked about Bakugou. "Oh, he's fine! Sleeping it off, ha. You know him - stubborn as all get out. I mean, I assume that's what he's doing. I just dropped him off."

The best option would probably be to get him to the hospital, but short of calling for an ambulance, there was little she could do. If she could maybe get to the bottom of this villain's quirk now that she was watching go through it firsthand, maybe she'd be able to figure out how to help him without involving doctors. She wasn't quite sure he would ever forgive her if she called emergency services for him. Hell, she wasn't even sure if he was going to ever forgive her for either not sleeping with him or letting him make out with her under the influence.

Oh, wow, Uraraka had not planned on this absurdness happening to her when she'd woken up this morning.