AN: Wow! Thank you all so much for the reviews! This idea has been nagging me for some time now so I hope to be able to update it frequently now that I've completed my first Kacchako fic – A Tsundere's Heart. WHOO!

Please do let me know if there's ever anything you as readers would like to see and I'll see if I can make it happen!

Notice: dreams will be italicized.

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Bakugou's Secret Curse

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"Oh gosh… why did I drink on a monday night…" Ochako groans while rubbing her temples.

She's in the break room currently grabbing hot water from the water cooler for her sandwich bag of instant coffee she's brought from home. Despite there being a fancy expresso machine in the lounge, she felt way too shy to take any.

She knows exactly why she drank last night – because she wasn't about to say 'no' to Bakugou. Her, she hopes that, that's what they are now – friend. They talked, drank, reminisced about their academy days because talking about their present lives was just plain boring or at least on her part it was. Things were much more exciting when they didn't have to worry about maintaining jobs or gaining a higher education.

It was nice though, he was a perfect gentleman, offering to walk her home rather than just call her a cab, which surprised her more than his willingness to actually casually converse with her as if only weeks passed between them and not years. Of course, she didn't let him walk her all the way home, too embarrassed to show him the area. Instead she told him that the nearest train station was just fine and thanked him for the fun night.

As she was making her way to her apartment complex, her feet automatically stop her in front of blaring lights of signs telling her it's a sex shop. The windows were entirely blacked out to not show the inside.

Feeling hot and bothered after their last drink – she contemplates on entering in. She did say that the next time she ever got tipsy, she'd try and brave a shop for a little friend but she still can't fully bring herself to be that desperate that she needs help.

Shaking her head, she quickly takes long strides to get as far away as humanly possible from the ecchi place. She reminds herself that she's a strong, independent woman that can and is in control of her inner dark desires but that still didn't stop her from having a very inappropriate dream about the blond man that she just spent her night getting to know again as a young adult.

Ochako's lost in her thoughts that she jumps when the hot water pours over her hand holding her mug under the machine. "Ah!" she yelps, setting her mug down on the counter and grabs napkins from a dispenser to dry the machine and floor.

In that moment that she's bent over, red tight-fitting pencil skirt showing off her round ass, that's when she feels a masculine hand slide behind and squeezes her. She's still bent over when she feels another's body heat pressed close to her. "Damn, I'd sure like a taste of that ass" a man's voice says.

Ochako cringes. Sure, she has her kinks in the bedroom but that definitely wasn't one of them. "You have exactly two seconds to get away from me" she grits her teeth, trying to balance her voice. They're not allowed to use their quirks during work hours but in that moment, she was ready to twist around, tap the man's shoulder and launch him up to the ceiling and leave him there.

Before the man could say a word or cause her any more trouble, she hears another person speak up. "Is there a problem here?" she recognizes that monotone, somewhat sleepy sounding voice anywhere.

"Hmph, you've just got saved" the man's tongue almost grazes her ear when he moves away.

"No, no problem here. Just seeing if the Miss here needed any help" the man says with a smirk that Hitoshi wasn't buying.

"Clearly she doesn't, so move along" he speaks up like a silent guardian angel.

The man leaves the secretary and security guard alone.

"You okay, Ochako?" Hitoshi asks her once they're left alone in the room.

Ochako finishes wiping the machine clean and what she can bend over to clean off the floor before straightening up. She turns around to flash the purple-haired man a grateful smile, "sometimes I hate this job but I'm fine, thank you" she bows to him and goes to throw away the soaked napkins.

Hitoshi nods with crossed arms over his chest, leaning against the side of the entrance, "it'd be breaking protocol but you know I would've used my quirk on him the second the idiot answered"

She's seen him use his quirk whenever they're having a slow day and their co-workers are messing around. "That would've been great" she giggles, remembering what silly antics he can order others to do.

"You're making yourself a coffee?"

"Yeah, but that jerk kinda killed the mood and coffee would've made my headache go away quicker"

"Hold off on that idea, I actually came in here to fetch you"

"Huh?" Ochako tilts her head, long bangs swaying to her right as she looks at him confused. What could possibly need her attention when she's on her lunch break?

"You've got a visitor" he simply reports, peeling himself off the wall and twists the doorknob, "I'm sure this will make your day better" he hides his smile, leaving her with vague words and exits.

Ochako knits her brows together and runs a rotation through her head of all her possible visitors. Eijirou works at a bistro across the city so he wouldn't have time to come see her even if he drove his car over. Mina tends to have her dance classes go a little over noon so it definitely wasn't her either. Her other friends would have the decency to text her before randomly showing up.

Her heart starts to quicken in pace when she thinks of the possibility of it being Bakugou. She just saw him last night, he couldn't possibly have a reason to come to her work place and she was sure she hadn't accidentally left something with him.

Gulping, she dumps her hot water down the drain of the sink and smooths over her black blouse and red pencil skirt. Exiting out of the room, she goes down the hall towards the elevators and goes all the way down. Mind still wandering around who her mystery guess could even be when she sees a flash of green hair.

"Guess who's back?" the voice says, standing right by the turnstile separating the two from each other.

Ochako can't run fast enough in her black heels as she swipes her badge and goes through the turnstile.

"Ahhh! Bun-Bun!" she jumps straight into his arms as the young man lifts her up and twirls her around.

Ochako tightly hugs him while smothering his face with tiny pecks to his freckled cheeks, her red lipstick marking him with tattooed kisses. "I've missed you so, so, so much!" she could cry with how much she's missed her closest best friend.

Izuku had been away traveling between America and Europe for several pro hero related world conferences/conventions that he's been away for a good six-months.

"I've missed you too!" he cheerfully laughs, squeezing her once and letting her down.

Her heels make a small 'clank' noise when he sets her down. "Wait, something's different about you…" she places her index finger against her chin and hums. Circling him around, she knows something is new but can't quite pinpoint what exactly it is.

He still has unruly curly green hair, wearing a solid red t-shirt, khaki shorts and his signature red shoes.

Izuku has never been one to hide secrets too well because his blush would always give him away. Rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand, he begins to nervously laugh, "oh, um, so… you can tell something's different…" he shyly looks away from her questioning chocolate brown eyes.

"Izuku…" she drawls out his given name, placing her hands on her hips and leans into him. "Spill" she lightly pokes his chest when he slowly pulls his left hand out of his pocket.

Ochako nearly screams like the happiest damn banshee in the entire universe when she sees the gold band wrapped around his ring finger. "You're getting married!" she gasps, taking both his hands into hers.

"Shouto proposed under the Eiffel Tower…" he blushes harder still feeling extremely shy and perhaps still a bit in disbelief himself. "You're the first person I've told" he confesses with a radiant smile.

She feels honored and touched to be the first to know, "I love you" she says, biting back her happy tears for him, not wanting to ruin her cheap non-waterproof mascara.

"To the moon and back" he tells her, cupping her chubby cheeks in his hands and leans down to kiss her forehead.

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She moans.

Body arching off the bed.

Desperate to let herself be heard, teeth scrape against her bottom lip.

She can't allow herself to be heard but the sensation of his sensual kisses light her soul ablaze.

She wants him to know that she's in ecstasy but is too modest, too shy to be heard.

Strong, muscular, masculine arms wrap around her petite waist, pulling her flushed against hard muscles.

Her breath escapes her when she feels him tugging on her ear, hot breath fans against her burning skin. She hears him, husky, in-need, dripping of honey, "say my name" he commands but she can't bring herself to.

She doesn't know who she's envisioning as his tongue glides down the side of her neck. He kisses and nips her throat, lapping his tongue on every love bite he leaves her drenched body. "Say my name" he begs, urging her to confess about whom she wants with such maddening lust.

Her heart starts racing when he moves up towards her glossy pink lips. His image starts to become clearer in her mind's eye – wild, passionate embers swirling in encased rubies, a scarlet stare looks back into her half-lidded toffee, smoky quartz eyes.

"Say my name" his lips brush against her own, nipping her bottom lip. He groans and it drives her over the edge as she shudders, beginning to open her mouth to answer him.

"Katsuki…" Ochako feels her lips move on their own, the name so effortlessly coming out of her mouth, feeling like the most natural thing to say.

She shoots up, sitting up on her bed, thin sheets entangle her legs. Her chest heaves as she places her right hand over her heart and feels her heart thumping erratically from her dream. She's drenched in sweat, feeling hot and bothered, and shocked with herself.

She needs a cold shower.

These dreams have been reoccurring all week long. Shifting between making out to tearing each other's clothes off like wild animals – but no matter what route her dreams took, they'd always end before they go to the point of no return. Sometimes, she'd find herself severely disappointed by the way they'd abruptly stop and other times, she was glad because she doesn't want to dream about impossible what-if's.

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"I swear I'm going crazy, Ei" she cries on Eijirou's couch, sitting crossed-legged, deciding that she needs to come clean with her friend because another second of this torment alone was something she greatly feared.

Ochako doesn't know what drastic measures she'd take if she doesn't tell one of her most trustworthy friend about her little predicament. She knows that Eijirou and Mina like to tease her about her sex life all the time and while she didn't mind because they were usually the ones trying to introduce her to people they thought that she might like – this problem was on a whole other level than just her sad love life.

"I had a wet dream about Bakugou… but all we did was hang out as friends!" she cringes at herself, feeling disgusted by how her own body was getting in the way of her social life.

Normally, it was a lot easier to separate her heart, body, and mind from certain situations but ever since her small outing with the tall, grumpy, blond – it's like something inside her got all jumbled up.

"What if… what if… he miraculously decides to invite me to hang out again one day and I… I… won't even be able to look him straight in the eyes without restraining myself from jumping his bones" she rambles on, grateful that Mina wasn't there to tease her, "I swear, I'm not a pervert" she feels her eyelashes clumping together from her runny mascara.

Eijirou carefully listened to her, even asking her gently about the details of the things she's been dreaming about. Once he started to piece everything together, he deeply sighs, leaning in closer to her to wipe away at her black mascara with the pads of his thumbs. This wasn't his first rodeo, having to deal with his own girlfriend's stories of failed hook-ups almost every other week.

Now it was his turn to comfort Ochako, someone he loves just as dearly, "would you hate me if I told you to indulge in your desires?" he cautiously asks, figuring that he should come clean too about something he's known for some time now.

"W-W-What?" she hiccups, eyes widening at his suggestion.

"Katsuki…" he pinches the bridge of his nose, "he gets pissed off that I call him 'cursed' but it's a pattern I've noticed with him so I can't help it" he starts, hearing her sniffles calming down, "he's practically married to his job so he's not looking for any serious long-time commitments and that's not what women want to hear from him," Eijirou chuckles, bitterly shaking his head because his best friend is an idiot, "he's a guy, he's got his own needs and when he does get with a date, his dates…" he's trying to find the proper words but opts for just being blunt, "all the chicks that sleep with him are guaranteed to find a boyfriend or hell, even get fuckin' married after sleeping with him" he knows it sounds crazy but he's glad that Ochako is still intently listening to him, "he's like some 'cursed', good-luck charm or something so I think…" he shrugs, "that if you ask him to help you scratch an itch, that he wouldn't have any objections and you might find someone you actually like for yourself once y'know… he does you the favor"

"That sounds… horrible, Ei" Ochako wipes her eyes even more and shakes her head, "what about, Camie?"

Eijirou's now the one confused, "what about her?"

"Isn't she dating Bakugou?" she innocently asks.

He nearly laughs but doesn't want to scare her with the sudden mood change, "they're not together, just really close friends like how you and I are"

Ochako ignores the feeling of her chest thumping once again at the news. It's not like she was relieved that he's technically single or anything.

"So, what you're saying is… to ask Bakugou if he'll sleep with me just so I can test out this hypothetical 'curse' just so that I can find a decent guy afterwards that'll buy me roses and take me out on dates?"

"Yup, pretty much"

"Wouldn't that be hurting Bakugou's feelings? It feels so… dirty just using him like that"

"Oh, my sweet little Ochako" Eijirou shakes his head with an amused smile plastered on his face, "trust me, I'm one-hundred percent sure that he's not going to refuse your offer, besides, it's been awhile for him too…"

Ochako blushes at the thought, "dry spell?"

Eijirou gives her a look as if saying, 'you really need to ask.'

She thinks this idea is crazy, stupid, and just plain mean but if it can stop her from fantasizing and have a taste of the real deal – she'll do it. She'll do anything to quench her curiosity, her thirst, and stop her from sinking so low that she'd enter the red-light district just to find allievement.

"Okay, deal" she fidgets, reaching over to the coffee table to get her phone, "I'll text him and ask if we can meet"

Eijirou lightly smacks her bent knee, approving with a thumb's up, "Atta' girl!"

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Done! To be continued.

Uhuhuhu things are starting to heat up.

Tododeku has been somewhat introduced! I just love the idea and have the headcanon of Ochako calling Izuku, 'Bun-Bun' rather than 'Deku.'

And just assume from here on out that any time there's an implied sexy moment – there's Alina Baraz's music influencing the scene.

Next Time: Uraraka's Bold Request

Until next time!

You know the drill! Please R&R – it's greatly appreciated and I always get a kick out of reading your reviews/feedback. And again, please don't be afraid to – I can fluently read Spanish and partial French! Thankies~ :D