#1: Insatiable

The Doctor laughed to herself when she sat down in front of the monitors assigned to Bakugo's room the next morning. This was all her sick little game, and they were the main players. For what it was worth, she did have an evil plan, and it started out with harvesting the children of people with uncommon quirks.

But, she figured that was a little sick, and borderline breeding, so she crossed that idea off her list. She was however, very interested in how relationships worked between these people with unnatural quirks, and she was finding in her research that quirks correlated with personalities. Deciding on stripping DNA from her subjects and combining it and cloning it over and over, she was still going to create a small super-human army, loaded with quirks of immeasurable power. But first, she had a few experiments to carry out to fully understand who her patients were.

Starting with Bakugo, who woke up first, the Doctor noticed early on that like his quirk, he was explosive, fast, and loud. He made decisions quickly, but they were always laced with intense thought, giving off the impression that he was always prepared and ready to spark at any given moment. He was a living firework, and one of the more interesting patients she had come across. If it were up to her, she'd dissected him the second he was brought into her lab.

Her partner, SoothSayer, disagreed with this display of 'mad-scientry', because he wanted to take the sick route, he wanted these subjects to form bonds and create offspring. He was sick enough to rip apart families for the sake of destruction, using these babies at his discretion. The Doctor had a slight disagreement with this, because she wanted a controlled experiment, and the uncertainty of allowing their subjects to go through the process of procreation was a variable she didn't want to have to include in her data.

Plus, she hated the idea of sex and babies personally, but watching it unfold in the eyes of others was something that brought around an idea she hadn't really considered.

People were the uncertainty, not their actions.

Uraraka woke up shortly after Bakugo did, and she noticed two things:

1. It kind of smelled like vanilla throughout the room

2. Bakugo was very attractive.

For the most part, Uraraka was like her quirk. Underestimated, interesting, yet extremely powerful under the right circumstances. She remembered spending a good part of life playing the female underdog role, never getting as much attention or recognition as her male co-workers until she was in the situation to prove that she was easily one of the most powerful heroes of her time. She was a bit slow on picking up details, but she made up for that in creative displays of combat, but she supposed she wasn't fast or creative enough this time.

As soon as she asked Bakugo if the room smelled sweet, he attacked her in a flurry of kisses, planting his lips all over her face erratically. Confused by his actions, she pushed him away, but he came back like a rabid dog, his face impossibly close to hers.

"What are you- ugh! Doing?!" She yelled at him.

"I don't fucking know, but I need you right now." He growled at her, grabbing her one good arm and holding it down as he kissed her again.

He actually didn't know what he was doing, but when he woke up, he noticed the faint odor of what he thought was cake. When he looked at a sleeping Uraraka beside him, he felt hot inside, like the butterflies in his stomach had now turned into wasps. His breathing was off, and his face was hot, and he felt like he was having an intense allergic reaction.

What the fuck am I doing?! He asked himself loudly. He forced himself to pull away from her lips and yanked himself back on the bed to give her space.

"What the fuck am I doing...?" He asked himself again, looking at his hands, turning them over for any sign of disease. Uraraka looked at him in a mix of horror and shock, unsure of what just happened. It was in her nature to be calm, and assess things slowly, allowing her questions to flow in her mind as she wondered what was going on.

"Seriously...what are you doing?" She asked, looking at him. The second her eyes met his, she felt an intense twisting sensation in her stomach, like she had overused her quirk, but in a good way. If she didn't have a broken leg, she would've scrambled up to kiss him back, but she lay there, her body screaming at her to act. It was weird, she felt hot, and like she needed to move or else she was going to explode. It was a feeling she had come to know and hate during her early 20s, a feeling that crept up on her Friday nights off, a feeling she had to test out when she was 17.

Am I...horny? Uraraka asked herself.

"Am I horny?" She whispered again, prompting Bakugo to look at her with such an intense longing she thought she was going to be eaten alive.

"What?" He asked her.

"What?" She asked him.

They looked at each other for a really long time after that. It was obvious something was off, and if Uraraka was to assume Bakugo felt the same way she did, she was confused on why his behavior was more intense than hers. She didn't have time to think too deep into though, because Bakugo's lips were back on hers, fast and hard. His hands itched to touch her, and he only found relief when he did, running his fingers all over her body. He sighed into her mouth at this, because he felt some sort of temporary relief in the fire that stormed his body. The more he touched however, the worse he felt, and he needed something more to satisfy his urges.

She accepted his violent kisses graciously, but at the back of her mind, she couldn't help but to wonder where this sudden need to be touched came from. They had simply talked out their differences last night and fell asleep, and she didn't remember eating anything weird or off during that time. In fact, she wasn't too sure of the last time she ate real food. Uraraka pushed Bakugo away again, finding her breathing was more out of sync with her normal pace, and that Bakugo's pupils were insanely dilated.

"Do you remember taking something weird?" She asked hoarsely, finding it was hard to even talk. She wanted his hands back on her again badly, but she needed to figure out if they were in danger first.

"Who gives a shit right now?" Bakugo groaned. To Uraraka, it almost seemed like he was whining, and this weird, needy, unstable behavior was now scaring her.

The Doctor laughed maniacally. She sat there, watching Uraraka panic in confusion as Bakugo was unable to keep himself away from her. Her first experiment was making them feel an indescribable amount of lust for each other, thanks to the aid of a special gas she pumped into their room as they slept last night. SoothSayer looked over at her dramatically, upset with her switch in the tests and trials they were supposed to carry out. They were supposed to be well underway in making a small bio-weapon in the likeness of Bakugo and Uraraka, not watching their weird soap opera of a life play out under the command of the Doctor.

"We should resume testing soon..." He advised her, growing uncomfy watching the scene before him.

"Shhhh..shut up, shut up, I want to see this," She said back quietly, reaching for a pen. "Maybe this will give us some insight on their nature of how well their quirks together." She said, even though SoothSayer saw right through her horrible lie.

"You're a sick woman, ma'am." He said after a while.

"And you're not?" She replied. "Give me a break."

A break was what Uraraka so desperately wanted from Bakugo. He was unrelenting, a frenzy of physical affection that progressed into one thing she feared. But she was equally into it, giving him exactly what he wanted.

"You don't think we should stop..?" She breathed in between harsh kisses. She felt Bakugo's hands creep up her chest, a familiar feeling of knowing what was going to happen.

"What? Fuck no," He said back, pulling her back to him. As one of his hands traveled upwards, the other traveled down, causing Uraraka to elicit a small squeak.

Are we doing this? HERE? She screamed at herself. It didn't really too much however, because at some point she didn't feel control over her body, feeling as if her mind and body were 2 separate entities. She moaned into his mouth at the shifts in his touch, and allowed her hands to travel to his hair, grabbing the back of his head with such a force that normally would have turned him off if they weren't under whatever the Doctor's influence was. But because this circumstance was different, he loved her aggression and pressed himself into her, his body nearly melting at her sounds in response. Uraraka was still not totally sold on whatever was coursing through their veins, and she pulled away one last time.

"We can't do this here," She told him, ignoring his disapproving groan.

"I don't care," He said gruffly, going for her neck.

"We're..on a mission.." She said, fighting the very strong temptation that was quite literally at her throat.

"I don't care," He repeated. The rational part of his body was actually saying, You're right, this is fucked up, but the irrational had claimed dominance, no matter how much he willed himself to stop. The combination of stress, confusion, and their overall situation was the perfect breeding ground for the need to release something, anything, and because their recent rift hit him harder than it did her, the effects of the drug easily swayed his conflicted mind, while Uraraka, who had been a bit grounded in their problems, needed more convincing.

This was all the convincing she needed apparently, allowing herself to slowly relax and sink further into the bed.

"We're in a hospital!" She whined, not even trying to fight him anymore. "My arm is broken, and...and so is my leg..."

But Bakugo still didn't care, and he knew he didn't need to repeat himself a third time for her to get it. She voluntarily pulled his face back up to hers, and he full positioned himself on top of her in the small bed, their thin hospital gowns they really hadn't noticed they were changed into while asleep a noticeable distraction. Both of them succumbed to the drug fully, their minds shutting down and bodies taking over as they grabbed, pulled and clawed at each other as if they had never seen each other before. To Bakugo, it felt like one of those nights at the bar, the kind of night where he'd see a random woman eye him all night, the drinks multiplying until he had no choice but to act on them. The influence felt a lot like being drunk actually, and it brought flashbacks of their first instance together, driving Bakugo to seal the deal through her muffled protests.

"Just shut up and let me fuck you,"

Uraraka remembered the day she lost her virginity. She was in highschool, back when Midoriya was her actual boyfriend of over a year, back when she hadn't known the wonders men could bring her.

That being said, losing her virginity kind of sucked.

She remembered it very well, Midoriya took them on some measly little date, nervous out of his mind for what he planned for their 1 1/2 year anniversary. It was cute back then, it was, the anticipation building in her stomach as he guided her back to his dorm room instead of walking her to her room. The muffled giggles and quiet shushes, the shaky, cold hands touching each other in what one could identify as the purity of impure pre-marital sex.

Was it life-changing? In a way, yes, it was, because being fucked next to an All-Might poster wasn't exactly what Uraraka pictured when she used to gossip with her friends about what they wanted their first times to be like. In fact, Uraraka was pretty sure Mina lied about sex being great, but as the only one with a popped cherry, everyone had no choice but to believe her. Uraraka lay underneath a sweaty Midoriya, wondering if yes, that is the right hole, as he fumbled to apply protection in one swift move. But she loved him back then, and she trusted him, and that was what made losing a virginity to a first love a great idea.

It was a horrible idea, actually, because it set up a weak expectation for what sex could be.

And in this very moment, lying in a stiff hospital bed in some underground lab with no sense of time or reality, Uraraka was absolutely sure this is what sex was. She wasn't even sure Keigo could do something like this, though she had tried to figure out. Their sex never reached beyond oral, though he was probably one of the most flirtatious men she had ever met. Pushing that thought aside however, her mind reeled back into the present, the feeling of being totally smashed causing her to open her eyes and mouth, responding to the man who was quite literally pushing her beyond her physical limit.

Then, she was a mess. A moaning, wailing mess, clutching Bakugo towards her as the most impossible, most taboo, most unreal experience unfolded right into her, literally. The feeling of his fast breathing tickled her ear stroke after stroke, and the continuous motion of him drilling in and out of her made it hard for her to focus on anything else. But still, she held on to him, her nails leaving perfect little red streaks across his broad shoulders, the smallest beads of blood protruding to confirm, that she was indeed enjoying this.

Of course Bakugo was too, and when he wasn't in her ear telling her how good she was or he loved the way she felt around him, he was peppering her neck and face with kisses, never once letting up or giving her a break from the constant pounding that he had been led to result to.

Yes, he wanted to fuck her. Of course he did, that was a no brainer. The thing was, he kind of wanted it to be right for once. Not because they were drunk, or because they were emotionally conflicted, or under the influence of a gas that smelled like vanilla, he wanted to because he loved her, and because he felt like he was one with her when things were going smooth for 2 seconds. He couldn't really recall a time where he felt in love with someone he had sex with, and even in his past relationship with Camie, it only reach as far as their love for each exceeded, which turned out to be more lustful on his end at times.

He just couldn't deny the way he physically felt about her however, and now that Keigo was definitely out of the way, he could successfully make a move.

But in a hospital bed under the influence? Yikes, Katsuki.

So now he was near finishing, the all-too-familiar feeling feeling like a pending explosion rather than a release. Again, and again, and again, she moaned in his ear, louder, and louder, and louder, signaling her end as well. It was sex at its purest if he had to label it for some odd reason, it was so raw, and intense, and just so...sexual that the idea of the act was driving him more insane than actually doing it. He forced himself to look at her, and he struggled getting one hand to turn her face towards him, but he didn't have to say anything for her to look at him. He almost buckled when she opened her eyes and her face stilled, and they were trapped into each other's stare, the only sounds was of their own bodies on autopilot.

Nothing else mattered in that second to Bakugo anymore, and he briefly remembered their conversation from the night before as he reached his peak slowly, but surely.

I just couldn't get you out of my head,

There wouldn't have been a choice...I would've just had..

You.

He had reached his limit, and she knew this by his sudden increase in pace. But their eye contact never broke, and his face leaned dangerously close to hers in those vital moments.

"Ochako.."

She was too caught in the moment to respond, and he figured so was he, because neither of them heard the jingling of keys growing louder. Instead, he pumped himself into her, ready to finally see the white light that had been growing in his mind. Out of pure ecstasy, he tightened his grip on her face, his blood-red eyes glowing intensely. He almost couldn't feel anything anymore, but he knew for certain that there would never be another moment like this.

"God, I love you..."

At that moment, Bakugo would've collapsed on top of her after he said that, but instead the door burst open and the Doctor waltzed in, her purple eyes sparkling with curiosity. Uraraka, in the middle of her own climax, screamed and shoved Bakugo off of her, attempting to cover herself with the blanket that was nowhere near the bed. Bakugo wobbled back on to the foot of the bed, completely caught off guard from the sudden intrusion.

The Doctor laughed loudly, producing two syringes from seemingly nowhere. SoothSayer followed behind her, and unbeknownst to the Doctor or anyone else, he carried two petri dishes and two scalpels on his person, hiding the tools in his lab coat. The Doctor sprang up beside the bed, her continuous laughter scaring both heroes as she stuck the syringes in them, pushing down the top, the clear liquid inside either syringe flowing into the heroes.

"Get a room will you?" She joked, watching Bakugo and Uraraka slump where they lay. "Oh, right, you did. No matter, on to the next experiment." She cackled, leaving her assistants and SoothSayer to clean up her mess. The next experiment, a brief isolation period was now underway, but before Uraraka could be carried out of the room, SoothSayer stopped the assistants, asking them for a moment once he was sure the Doctor was gone.

"If she refuses to perform her duties as Doctor.." He said quietly, taking out one of the petri dishes. He scraped off a portion of Bakugo's skin, making sure to also make note of getting a later swab of his sweat unnoticed, then put what he could into the petri dish, the thin layer of skin nearly invisible. He repeated this process for Uraraka, making sure to scrape one of her fingertips, interested in how the pink nubs attributed to her quirk. "I guess I'll just have to carry out the procedure as planned." He said, sealing the dishes and allowing the assistants to take over. They lifted Uraraka and put her back in her wheelchair, wheeling her to her new room, which was now across from Bakugo's. The close placement of their rooms meant they were now a priority case, and that they were well underway with experimentation. SoothSayer looked out the door in the suspected direction of the Doctor and sighed.

"Such a troubled couple, we only had so much planned for them."