Here it is! The final chapter and the delicious smut fest! Thank you guys for reading and commenting! Be on the lookout for my next Kacchako chapter story loosely based on the fantasy anime opening. It will be a romance with angst so if that's your type of story, I hope you enjoy it! As usual, the full smut is linked to AO3 on my page.

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Bakugou switched gears in his car and it roared to life as he stepped on the gas. He bit his lip in anticipation, his dick uncomfortable in his pants from how hard he'd gotten. He weaved in and out of traffic with ease and made it to Ochako's apartment in record time. In fact, Bakugou beat her there. The blonde pulled the emergency brake and shut off his car, stepping into the warm summer night. His body already felt on fire from their little make-out session Iida ruined. He'd always been a cock block, fucking asshole. After locking his car, Bakugou bounded up the stairs two at a time until he reached the third floor. The evening lights lining each apartment door illuminated the walkway in a warm amber glow. Insects hummed their songs nearby and when he reached her door, he rested his elbows on the rail across from it.

What was this woman doing to him? Ochako invaded his mind every second of the day. His obsession with her touch and kisses skyrocketed faster than he realized. When she was near, her infectious smile and heat of her body pressed against him made all his anger and frustrations disappear. He'd do anything to keep her safe and make sure that smile never vanished. Bakugou clenched the rail, cool metal pressed against his palms. He observed each vehicle enter the gated complex until her familiar pink jeep rumbled into her parking spot next to his Camaro. Its sleek black coat next to her Jeep's hot pink on opposite ends of the color spectrum mirrored their relationship. Her bright personality swirled in tandem with his dark soul. They complimented each other's strengths and supported their weaknesses in perfect opposition.

Bakugou watched her like a hawk as she fumbled with her belongings and struggled to lock her car. She dropped her back in the process, scooped it off the pavement, then jogged up the stairs. He turned to lean against the rail as he listened to her footsteps.

"Two at a time," he whispered with a wicked smile.

The seconds leading up to their reunion slowed he waited for her to appear at the top of the stairs. When she did, she froze and locked eyes with him. Bakugou motioned her toward him with a finger and she obeyed. His eyes roamed over her body and stopped at her hips, mesmerized by their natural sway. She had no idea how fucking sexy she was or how long he craved this moment. Bakugou planned to take his time, make her beg, make her cry his name like a goddamn song.

Ochako stopped in front of him and gave him a bashful smile. "You got here fast!"

"You've got something I want, Round Face."

"Is that so?"

Bakugou stalked forward and backed her up against a wall, his hand dipping between their bodies. She gasped in surprise and pleasure from his sudden touch. "It's fucking so. Now open the door."

"Bakugou we're in public!" Ochako hissed.

The brunette whirled away and fumbled with her keys. Bakugou pressed his chest against her back and wrapped an arm around her waist to reach between her thighs once more.

"Better move your ass."

A few seconds later her front door swung open, and they entered. Ochako dropped her bag on the couch to the immediate right and they both kicked off their shoes at the door. The scent of fresh foliage reached his nostrils, earthy and primitive but the places Ochako set her plants brought the apartment to life. Ochako turned to face Bakugou as he hooked his thumbs in his jeans and stared her down. Ochako took a timid step forward.

"You know I'm kind of nervous," she admitted.

"Don't be. I'll take good care of you," Bakugou assured while wrapping her in a tight hug. His hands wandered down to her rear where he gripped her and ground himself against her. "Let's take a shower first."

Ochako nodded, interlaced their fingers, and led the way to her bathroom located in her bedroom. Ochako's room wasn't as dull as it was when they were at UA. It was still neat and not packed to the brim with bullshit. She left nothing strewn across the floor. A black comforter with lavender swirls sewn onto it covered her bed tickling the tan carpet. Matching lavender and black pillows were strewn by the intricate wooden headband. A few band posters, including I Prevail, lined her walls. She set up a long mirror next to her closet's double doors to the right of the bathroom's entryway. Bakugou would love to fuck her in front of that. Ochako led him inside and flicked on the lights. She kept it clean too. The hair products lining her counter sat in a neat line next to her perfumes and makeup items. Ochako themed the bathroom with oceanic trinkets from the glass container filled with seashells underneath the mirror cabinet to the shower curtains with rhythmic waves and palm trees covering them.

"Strip," Bakugou ordered.

Ochako turned on the shower then faced him. She toed off her socks first then grabbed the hem of her shirt. She inched it up, so Bakugou knew she was teasing him. Crimson orbs glued to her hands as she exposed her creamy stomach then a lacy Cobalt blue bra. Ochako pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor.

"Pants."

She nodded, fingers working on unbuttoning them while Bakugou leaned lazily against the door, arms crossed over his chest. She shimmied them down her legs, leaving her in matching satin panties. He drank in the sight of her curvy figure then Bakugou licked his lips and pushed himself up. He stilled her hands when she tried to unhook her bra.

"I'm doing this part," he whispered after licking the shell of her ear.

Ochako shuttered in response and turned her back to him. He made quick work of her bra and dropped it to cup her full breasts. Bakugou relished her soft moans as he rolled her nipples between the pointer and thumb of both hands. His mouth dropped to her shoulder as she reached up to link her fingers through his unruly hair.

"The water will get cold," Ochako breathed before pulling away from him. "We should get in."

His girlfriend pulled his shirt over his head then grazed her fingers over his defined abs. Bakugou grinned and shifted his jeans and boxers, giving her access to what she wanted: the V etched into his hips. Her fascination with them border lined obsessive with how she'd get close, stare, and run her pointer finger over the indention. Ochako dropped to her knees with her eyes locked on his hips. Bakugou placed on hand on top of her head.

"I like you on your knees."

The flush dusting her cheeks increased. "I think I know why."

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"You look good fucked," he mused, reaching up to brush her damp locks behind her ear.

Ochako giggled. "That was exactly what I thought my first time with you would be like."

"What did you expect?!" he snapped while rolling his eyes. He paused and cleared his throat. "I'm not going to half-ass your first time. You trusting me with your virginity and all that."

Ochako rested her head on his chest. "I trust you with everything, Bakugou."

"Tch, yeah yeah."

He kissed her forehead then untangled himself from her, grinning at her disappointed grunt. "Get up! Let's get something to eat. I'm fucking starving."

"I'm tired!" Ochako whined while throwing the blanket over her head. "Can't we just go to sleep?!"

"You don't get to use me as your organic dildo then go to sleep."

"Oh, stop it!" she called from underneath the sheets. The tired woman sat up and dragged herself from bed. There was no point in fighting him. Bakugou would just carry her if she refused. "What do you want to eat?"

"Greasy bar food," he responded.

"You want to go to a bar?!" Ochako exclaimed.

"After we rinse off," he informed while padding to the bathroom. "Hopefully the goddamn water isn't still cold."

"Bakugou!" Ochako cried exasperatedly.

After a quick cleanup session and fresh clothes, they traveled to their favorite bar Shaky Bones. It had a silly name, but they didn't have to worry about the citizens bombarding them for pictures and they had great music. Despite it looking like a run-down hole in the wall, it held a bond between the patrons. All types from different walks of life visited Shaky Bones, but they forgot all disagreements and differences at the double doors. The doorman, Nicholai, didn't bother checking their IDs. He smiled at them with large square silver teeth that matched his unnatural colored eyes and gave them a playful bow.

"Have a good time, yes?"

Ochako nodded, and they entered the low-lit lounge. The pool tables had folks keeping them from growing dusty. One male with a half-finished beer in his hand tipped his hat to them. "Ground Zero, Uravity! Good ta see ya!"

"Good to see you, Shiloh!" Ochako called. "Are you winning?"

Bakugou scoffed. "Shiloh sucks at playing pool."

The older male pulled his head off his head and scratched it with a chuckle. "Yeah, I do, but it's still fun!"

The bar had its usual crowd plus the weekend rush of new folks. Bakugou pulled her toward the bar and sat at their favorite spot on the side. Their usual bartender caught sight of them and winked. She already knew what drink Bakugou wanted and his food order. He always got the same thing: yakitori. He couldn't get enough of their sweet grilled chicken and scallion skewers. Kirishima introduced him to this place and after one visit, they ventured to Shaky Bones at least once a month. Their chicken was so tender and cooked to perfection that it left him speechless. His eyes flitted over to his girlfriend and he sipped his beer, watching the attentiveness she gave the bartender. She suggested Ochako try a sake martini, a martini made with equal parts of plum wine and sake. It might still be bitter for her, but she didn't care for sugary shit. Another reason she impressed him.

"I'll try it!" Ochako declared while leaning her elbows onto the counter. "A cup of water too, please! I'm super thirsty."

"I wonder why," Bakugou snickered. He relished in his comment making her blush. "You better hydrate because your ass is mine when we get home, right in front of that mirror in your bedroom."

"Keep it down would you?!" she hissed. Ochako leaned in. "I'm okay with that though."

This woman would be the death of him. She kissed his cheek then turn when her drink appeared on the worn rubber placement mat covering the bar's surface. The curious woman picked it up and studied the amethyst liquid swirling in the martini glass. Ochako sipped it and her face lit up.

"It's tasty, Reika!" she gushed. "Thank you!"

Reika winked, her dragonfly wings fluttering with content behind her. "Glad you like it. I had an inkling you would."

Ochako switched to her water and sipped it as Bakugou's food came out piping hot and smelling like heaven. Six skewers steamed in front of him and when he reached for his first one, stomach roaring with anticipation, another hand reached into his plate.

"What the fuck!" he bellowed.

Ochako blew on it then took a hefty bite of the chicken. "Wow, they're so good! It makes sense why you refuse to try anything else now."

"You little shit," Bakugou growled. "I didn't say I was sharing!"

She cocked her head to the side. "You didn't say you weren't sharing either."

Her giggling made him bristle. Bakugou yanked her barstool closer, grasped her hand, and placed it on his crotch. "This is what I'm sharing, got it?"

The dim lighting and close proximity ensured no one else saw their scandalous predicament. He leaned over and licked the shell of her ear then kissed behind it. Afterward, Bakugou returned the stunned woman's hand to her lap and continued eating like nothing happened. Ochako stared at him open-mouthed for a moment before clearing her throat and taking a swig of her interesting drink. She rolled her eyes with fondness.

"Hey, Bakugou?"

"Hmm?" he said between bites.

Ochako pulled her knees up to rest her elbows on them and settled her cheeks in her hands. "I'm so happy, with you I mean."

"Don't get sappy on me!" he snapped, placing an empty bamboo skewer down. Red eyes glanced over at her then back at his plate. "I'm not going anywhere. Ever. So, get used to it!"

His girlfriend nodded with a happy grin. "Okay!"

The song playing faded into silence as the next one prepared to sound throughout the bar. Ochako and Bakugou stiffened and locked eyes when the music started. A sinister grin on his features and beaming excitement on her as the double bass reverberated off the concrete walls.

Let's burn it fucking down!

The song that they rocked out to under the stars what seemed like years ago rushed adrenaline back into their veins. Bakugou watched Ochako swing her hair not caring who watched. Heavy metal brought them together, and it reminded him that the warmth building in his chest every day with her could be love. Ochako understood he channeled his emotions through metal and shared that with him. Let Me Be Sad to face the humiliation that overwhelmed him after his capture, Gasoline to help him return to the raging explosion he prided himself in being. That's what she was to him: the fuel to his fire, which made him better and stronger than he'd ever been before.