This is it! So, as I've said before, I don't plan to post any more new works onto FF. Net. Follow me on AO3 as HazelRoses or HazelRoses1 on Twitter for more content! It's also not censored there!

"Katsuki! Eijirou! Are you guys almost ready?" Ochako called as she entered the apartment she shared with them.

"I'm ready, but Katsuki's taking forever, as usual!" Eijirou announced.

Ochako chuckled, kicking her shoes off and carrying her gym bag toward the living room. Today, Momo and Todoroki were having a get-together at their place. They insisted their friends bring nothing; just come and enjoy spending time together. Ochako entered the living room to see Kirishima lazed on the couch, feet crossed at the ankle on the coffee table.

"No feet on the table!" Ochako chided.

"Shit, I forgot, sorry!" Kirishima blurted out while snatching his feet off it.

"I know," Ochako replied, walking closer to lean in and kiss him. "Don't let Katsuki see you forgetting to use a coaster either."

"He'll kill me," Kirishima sighed, sitting forward to put his cup on top of a forgotten coaster. "Thanks for keeping my dirty little secret, Ochako."

She giggled and sat down next to her boyfriend. She couldn't wait to get her hands on Momo and Todoroki's chubby, sweet baby, Kazumi. It had been two months since Kazumi entered the world, and the amount of love surrounding that child was a beautiful sight. Even at the wedding, a month after Kazumi's birth, she stole the attention from the bride and groom. Ochako placed a hand on Kirishima's knee, and he covered it with his larger one. He glanced at her but didn't hold her stare long. The TV had his focus. Kirishima was watching a BJJ match, his stare unblinking as he drank in every movement.

Bakugou and Kirishima had started taking lessons at her doujou a few months ago. Bakugou seemed to catch on a little quicker, but Kirishima's determination and willingness to learn made her instructors enjoy teaching him. Ochako rolled with them almost every day to help them practice. Neither had pinned her yet, as expected, but that was Bakugou's goal. He claimed that after ten months of training, he would make her tap out. They were six months in, and Bakugou hadn't gotten close.

"Can you spar with me for a bit?" Kirishima asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

It didn't surprise her that Kirishima already had an interest in martial arts, making him like a kid in a candy store every time he set foot on the mat.

"Sure, why not?" Ochako agreed after checking her watch. "Not long, though. I don't want you to get sweaty before we leave!"

"Good point," Kirishima agreed as he stood from the couch and stretched his arms over his head. "You're the one that has to worry about getting too sweaty, though."

"Oh, hush!" Ochako huffed as she followed him to a spot in the living room with more space. "I can't help it that I sweat a lot, and I'm gonna shower after, anyway!"

"I like when you're sweaty," Kirishima said, using the hair tie on his wrist to pull his hair into a ponytail. "You smell so good!"

Ochako blushed and waved a dismissive hand. "It's still gross!"

Both got on their knees to spar from that position, since they were in a smaller space than the doujou. They positioned themselves across from each other. Ochako grabbed him by his shirt near his collar, and Kirishima did the same to her, just as she wanted. Ochako used her free hand to grab the elbow of the arm he gripped her with and pushed it down toward his body. Kirishima instinctively pushed his elbow up against her, which Ochako allowed, force his elbow up at an odd angle, then use her grip on his shirt and the momentum to topple him over.

"Pause," Ochako said while moving to his side. "If someone grabs your collar, instead of grabbing theirs and pushing against them, grab their collar, sit back, and pull guard instead. Use the foot opposite of your hand holding their collar to push their leg away."

Ochako released Kirishima and let him sit up. "Let me show you."

Ochako helped Kirishima work through any rookie mistakes he made. Once she explained where he went wrong, Kirishima never made the same mistake again. By the end, Ochako laid on the floor with Kirishima nestled between her thighs and her legs wrapped around his waist.

"That was very good, Eijirou!" Ochako praised.

"Thanks, babe!" he replied with a boyish smile. "Deku's a great instructor, but you're awesome at teaching, too."

Ochako smiled and pulled him down into a chaste kiss. When he pulled back, Kirishima bit his lip, eyes raking over her. He let his full weight settle between her legs, and she recognized that look: he wanted sex now. But they had to get ready for this party!

"Eijirou, no!" Ochako began as his face buried in her neck, and she released her legs to plant her feet on the floor. "We gotta… hmm… that feels so good..."

He'd started the slow, forward roll of his hips, knowing that movement alone would cut off any rebuttal. Kirishima grabbed the back of one of her thighs and pulled it up over his hip.

"I want you…" he murmured. "I wanna be inside you, Ochako."

Her body betrayed her, the juncture between her thighs aching from his words. Maybe they could have a quickie, then she could shower. Ochako shoved all thoughts that didn't include Kirishima away as he ground harder into her. She reached up to release Kirishima's hair from its ponytail, red locks spilling over his muscular shoulders. Ochako tangled her fingers in his long hair and crossed her ankles behind his back again. Over the last nine months, Kirishima had let his hair grow out, and Ochako's hands raked through his thick, red spikes. She pulled him down into a heated kiss as his hands wandered underneath her shirt to caress her sides.

"Oi, Cheeks, get your ass in the shower! We're supposed to leave in thirty minutes!"

Ochako jumped, eyes shooting open as she let go of Kirishima's hair. She tilted her head back to see Katsuki standing nearby with his arms crossed.

"So, Ochako, you'd rather fuck Kirishima instead of getting ready for this party you're dragging us to?" Bakugou deadpanned.

"Kind of?" Ochako squeaked.

Kirishima didn't respond, opting to leave soft bites across her collarbone instead.

"Hey, you horny asshole!" Bakugou barked, walking over to grab a handful of Kirishima's hair and lift his head off Ochako. "We gotta get ready to go! Fuck Ochako later!"

"Wanna fuck now," he whimpered. "You pulling my hair just turns me on more!"

"Dammit, Eijirou" Bakugou cursed, kissing Kirishima's temple. "Later. You know Momo's chefs are making gyudon, right?"

Kirishima broke from his lust to glance at Bakugou. "Yeah?! I love a good beef bowl! Don't make me choose between sex and food!"

"Choose food this time," Ochako teased as Kirishima got off her. "Well, let me hurry! I shouldn't take too long!"

Ochako headed toward the bedroom they shared to shower and get ready, excited for the day to get started. Even more so to get home afterward.

Ochako, Kirishima, and Bakugou pulled into Momo's driveway, which was lined with cars. Kirishima parked and they got out. Kirishima and Bakugou flanked Ochako, and she hooked her arms in theirs as they walked toward the front door. After nine months of dating, they'd become open with their relationship. It was rocky at first. The stares and hushed whispers upset her, but Kirishima and Bakugou always protected her and scared off any naysayers. Ochako didn't care about the opinions of others now; she was happy.

Kirishima rang the doorbell, and Jotaro, the butler, opened the door for them.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Uraraka, Mr. Kirishima, and Mr. Bakugou," he greeted. "Please, come in."

They followed Jotaro through the mansion until they reached a set of massive French doors leading to the backyard. As they walked outside, Momo greeted them with Kazumi in her arms. The poor baby was wailing, red-faced, and wiggling as she cried.

"Hi, you guys," Momo greeted with a warm smile. "Sorry, Kazumi is a little fussy today."

"Aww, poor Kazumi, what's wrong?!" Kirishima asked the baby, his fingers brushing along her tiny arm.

"I'm not sure," Momo sighed. "She just had a bottle and Shouto changed her. He tried calming her, but nothing helped."

"I'm gonna wash my hands and be right back," Bakugou announced. "I'll take her."

He left with Jotaro as Kirishima and Ochako headed for the lunch table. They walked over to the vast spread of food, and Bakugou returned a few minutes later. Momo stood next to Ochako and Kirishima, explaining all the dishes her chefs had prepared for them. Kazumi still hadn't stopped crying, refusing her pacifier and all attempts to calm her. Bakugou walked over to Momo.

"Hey, kid," he murmured to Kazumi. "What's the fucking problem, huh?"

She continued crying, so Bakugou held his hands out to take her. Momo gave him a grateful smile as she handed the squalling baby to him. Bakugou rested Kazumi against his shoulder and rubbed her back, bouncing her.

"Thanks, Katsuki," Momo said. "I need a short break."

"I got her," Bakugou replied. "I'll give her to Half and Half once she's calm."

"I appreciate it," she said gratefully. "She wouldn't stop crying for her nanny either, so we sent her home for the day. Maybe you'll have better luck."

Bakugou told Ochako what he wanted to eat, so she could fix his food while he worked to soothe Kazumi.

"It's so crazy how amazing he is with babies," Ochako said in awe while piling food into their bowls.

"He's like a baby whisperer," Kirishima added. "He's gonna be the best dad."

"So will you," Ochako corrected. "I've seen how well you interact with the kids at the doujou. You both will make amazing fathers."

"So, you want kids then, Ochako?" Kirishima asked, fixing himself a drink.

They walked together over to a large gazebo where their friends sat. Ochako saw that Mina, Mirio, Kaminari, Jirou, Tsu, and Deku had all joined today's festivities. Bakugou was off to the side, his cheek pressed against the top of Kazumi's head as he bounced her. She could see him whispering to Kazumi, and Ochako thought her ovaries might explode. He cradled her like she was the most precious thing he'd ever held, and she wondered if he'd hold his future children the same way.

"I do," Ochako said. "I love kids so much and would love to have my own."

"You'd make a great mother, Ochako," Kirishima replied while wrapping an arm around her waist. "I'd love to see you pregnant with my or Bakugou's kid one day."

Ochako blushed to the tips of her ears and mulled over that thought. Children were nowhere in the foreseeable future, but what if they stayed together long enough to want them? Could they get married? Probably not, but that was just a piece of paper. Marriage or no, they would spend the rest of their lives together, if fate allowed.

"Hey, Chako Cheeks!" Mina gushed, jumping up from her chair to walk over and hug Ochako. "I've missed you!"

"I missed you too, Mina," Ochako replied, hugging her friend tight. "What have you been up to?"

"Well, the salon is taking off beautifully!" Mina informed her, sitting next to Mirio and placing her hand on his knee. "We combined Mirio's barber shop idea and my salon and spa! We're working on hiring some massage therapists as we speak!"

"That's so exciting!" Ochako exclaimed as she and Kirishima sat down at the round table.

"It does sound exciting," Tsu cut in, her fingers laced through Deku's. "I can't believe how much has happened."

"Hell, yeah!" Kaminari agreed. "We're all growing up, huh?!"

"You're not," Jirou teased with a playful smile.

"Aww, come on, babe," Kaminari whined while resting his head on her shoulder.

Kirishima dug into his food and sighed with contentment. "It's delicious! I wonder if Katsuki will like it."

"He's going to culinary school, correct?" Todoroki asked.

Ochako nodded. "Yes! It's been amazing trying all his new dishes."

"You nerds talking about me?" Bakugou asked as he walked up with a sleeping Kazumi resting against his chest.

"It's shocking that you're so good with babies!" Mina teased. "You're always such a grump."

"Katsuki's not a grump all the time," Mirio said while securing his arm around Mina's shoulder to pull her against him. "Just most of the time."

"We all can't be a ray of fucking sunshine like you, asshole," Bakugou hissed, trying to keep his voice low to not wake Kazumi. "Long story, but I knew someone with a brat, and he needed help taking care of him until he could afford daycare. The mom ran out on them."

Bakugou frowned when their friends gushed about how adorable "Uncle Katsuki" was.

He grumbled under his breath, handed Kazumi to Shouto, and sat next to Ochako. She watched him, knowing he would pick apart his food first before tasting it. He'd asked for the unagi since it was his favorite. Bakugou pulled a piece off and pinched at it. She'd learned he did that to check texture before tasting, and when he popped the bite in his mouth, he chewed thoughtfully.

"Well, what do you think?" Momo asked.

"Texture's good, just the right amount of soy sauce, so it's not too salty," Bakugou murmured to himself more than her.

"Sounds like a winner!" Kaminari hollered while raising a fist in the air.

They talked, laughed, and ate for hours. Although they hadn't planned to get in the giant pool nearby, they ended up jumping in anyway. Well, Bakugou had tossed Ochako in. Then Kirishima had shoved Bakugou into the water, laughing as he came up sputtering and cursing. Kirishima had tossed off his socks, shoes, and shirt, then had cannon-balled into the water, drenching both his partners.

Mina dove into the deep end of the pool with Mirio following suit. They swam over to where Kirishima had joined Ochako and Bakugou with grinning faces.

"Who's going down the slide first?" Mina asked. "That thing is massive and looks like a lot of fun!"

The pool was like something out of a five-star hotel with a giant, winding slide at least twenty feet tall. A diving board sat perpendicular to the slide for those brave enough to jump off it. Ochako glanced up at the slide, then looked at her boys.

"Eijirou, do you wanna go on the slide?" Ochako asked.

Kirishima chuckled. "Sure, it looks like fun!"

"It would be more fun if it were taller," Bakugou said with a grin. "Come on, let's go."

"I guess Katsuki wants the first turn," Ochako huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I called dibs first, but I guess I'll let it slide this time!"

Kirishima laughed. "I promise you're next, Ochako!"

The rest of their friends all shouted as Bakugou and Kirishima climbed out of the pool and jogged up the slide's stairs. When they got to the top, they climbed into the slide and disappeared. They shot out of the slide and flew into the pool. Kirishima resurfaced with the biggest smile on his face.

"Ochako, let's go again!" he gushed, grabbing her by the waist and squishing his cheek against hers.

Ochako couldn't help but laugh as she locked her arms around his shoulders. "Let's go!"

After another hour of music and pool shenanigans, Ochako, Bakugou, and Kirishima said their goodnights and headed home. Deku and Bakugou had formed a rivalry over their time spent at the doujou and insisted they have a swimming race. Deku had won, pissing off Bakugou, who had promised to beat him next time. Kazumi had woken up by then, and when she'd gotten fussy, Bakugou had asked for her bottle and a burp cloth. Watching him pat Kazumi's back after he'd fed her and told her how "fucking amazing" she was after she burped was the cutest thing Ochako had ever seen. Kirishima had held her for a bit, too, sitting down with her and laying her back against his thighs, so she stared up at him. He'd kiss her little feet and make babbling talk at Kazumi, earning an adorable, gummy smile from her. Both her men seemed to like children, and the thought of starting a family with them in the future invaded Ochako's thoughts.

"That was so much fun!" Ochako exclaimed. "I loved that slide!"

"Yeah, it was awesome!" Kirishima replied as he got in the driver's seat of his car.

"Wasn't so fucking bad, was it?" Bakugou teased, getting in the passenger seat.

"It was when you made me go head first!" Kirishima whined.

Ochako giggled from the backseat. "Well, it's still early. Let's do something else!"

"I could use a snack," Kirishima suggested.

"Your stomach is a fucking black hole!" Bakugou snapped. "How the hell are you hungry?!"

"I'm a growing boy," Kirishima said, winking at Bakugou.

"Let's go home and shower first?" Ochako suggested.

"I guess I can fix my fucking piglets something to eat," Bakugou huffed. "How about wanpaku sandwiches?"

"Those are the sandwiches you made for us last week, right?" Ochako asked. "That sounds like a great idea. Eijirou and I can help, too!"

"It's gonna be like Satan's Cookhouse," Bakugou said, linking his hands behind his head.

"Don't kill us! The head chef on that show is so brutal!" Ochako begged as Bakugou's laughter reached her ears.

Once they arrived home, they headed for the bedroom to shower. Bakugou jumped in first while Kirishima gathered his clothes. Ochako watched him strip and leave his clothes right where he took them off. She huffed and walked over to pick them up, then put them in the dirty clothes hamper. That man always took his clothes off wherever and left them in a crumpled heap. A fond smile crossed her lips thinking about how far she, Bakugou, and Kirishima's relationship had come. She'd started as just a nervous customer and had become the shared girlfriend of two gorgeous strippers. For their six-month anniversary, Bakugou had made an amazing dinner while Kirishima had built her a beautiful trophy case. It was for her BJJ awards and trophies that had been collecting dust in some forgotten boxes.

Boy, did they use their stripping skills outside of work for her pleasure! Then, they'd created a dance number that blew her socks off. Because she was their girlfriend, she got to witness when they stopped acting. The way Kirishima had ground into Bakugou's ass with Bakugou's face pressed against the floor in total submission made her mouth water. When they'd started dancing on her, Ochako relished running her hands over their hard cocks until she demanded they fill her. The aching between her legs had become too great.

Ochako hummed to herself as she grabbed clean clothes to jump in after Kirishima finished washing up. She paused when she heard a commotion in the bathroom.

"Eijirou, don't you fucking start! I- fucking hell!"

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"I heard that," Bakugou said breathlessly.

"I'm starving," Kirishima admitted.

Bakugou placed a hand on top of Kirishima's. "Stop so we can eat, you bottomless fucking pit."

"But what about these?" Kirishima asked, looking down at both their hard-ons.

Bakugou grabbed Kirishima's jaw.

"You don't get to cum yet. Today, I'm teaching you all about edging, Eijirou."

"Fuck, that's hot," Kirishima groaned. "It's gonna be hard, though!"

"I don't have to play, right?!" Ochako chimed in, taking off her clothes.

Bakugou and Kirishima stared at her, Bakugou licking his lips and Kirishima biting his. She gave a sultry smile, cocking her weight to one hip.

"Are you two going to finish showering, or just use up all the hot water?" Ochako asked.

Bakugou and Kirishima lathered up their bodies then washed their hair while Ochako sat on the toilet lid, discussing what ingredients Bakugou thought would go well in their sandwiches. Once they got out, Ochako smacked away greedy hands and shooed them out of the bathroom to wash up.

After about twenty minutes, Ochako entered the kitchen to see ingredients laid out on the counter and Bakugou washing some cherry tomatoes. She couldn't wait to taste the wanpaku sandwiches. She'd tried them before, but Bakugou's were the best. She wondered what meat he'd chosen for the ones they were about to make.

"Okay, chef!" Ochako started, clapping her hands together. "What do we do first?"

"Alright, listen up!" Bakugou commanded, pointing to the ingredients. "We're using grilled chicken, red cabbage, tomatoes, lettuce, avocado, and mayonnaise, got it!"

"Got it!" Kirishima echoed with a salute.

"What makes wanpaku special?" Bakugou asked, staring them both down.

"Uh, the colors?" Ochako ventured.

"Fucking, right," Bakugou confirmed. "You gotta alternate the light and dark-colored items, but what do we put on the bread first?"

"Mayo!" Kirishima answered confidently.

"Heh, maybe you two have learned something from our cooking sessions," Bakugou commented with a half-grin. "What's next?"

Ochako studied the items laid out on the counter. "Lettuce?"

"Put mayo on, then the lettuce," Bakugou instructed, "Don't fucking drench the bread with mayonnaise, and wash your hands first!"

After Kirishima and Ochako washed their hands, Kirishima spread mayo on the milk bread laid out on wrapping paper while Ochako added the lettuce.

Bakugou gave an approving nod. "Eijirou, what's next?"

"How about some red cabbage?" Kirishima suggested.

"And then some shredded carrots?" Ochako added.

"Get on with it!" Bakugou prompted, gesturing at the counter. "Your fucking customers expect you to move quicker than that!"

"Customers?!" Kirishima echoed with confusion.

Bakugou grinned. "I said this was Satan's Cookhouse, didn't I?!"

Ochako felt the pressure as Bakugou circled them like a hawk. She had sat through enough episodes of the cooking show with Bakugou to know how intense the head chef could be, but their game was still lots of fun. After they added the chicken, tomatoes, and avocado, Kirishima and Ochako topped the sandwiches with the second slice of milk bread.

"Done!" Ochako said triumphantly.

Bakugou stepped between them and lifted the sandwich. "Who put whole tomatoes on the sandwiches instead of slicing them?!"

"Uh, me?" Kirishima admitted, scratching the back of his head.

"This makes the sandwiches too bulky when it's thick enough already," Bakugou retorted, going to the bag of milk bread and pulling out two slices. He stalked over to Kirishima and put a slice on each side of Kirishima's face. "What are you?!"

"Your idiot sandwich!" Kirishima boasted.

Ochako laughed until she wheezed, but Bakugou wasn't letting her off the hook.

"And you!" he said, whirling on her with the slices of bread. "You probably saw him put those whole tomatoes on the fucking sandwiches!" He smacked the bread slices against her cheeks. "What are you?!"

Ochako turned her head and took a bite. Bakugou stared at her in shock as she chewed.

"Are you eating the goddamn bread?!" he bellowed, and it was Kirishima's turn to break into hysterics.

Bakugou tried to keep a menacing face, but when Ochako took another bite, a grin broke over his features, and he shook his head.

"You two are fucking impossible!" Bakugou complained.

After they finished making their sandwiches and wrapped them to hold the ingredients inside, they sat at the dining table to enjoy their meal.

"This is so good!" Ochako gushed. "We did a great job, Eijirou!"

"Hell, yeah we did!" Kirishima replied after another hefty bite. "Thanks, chef, for teaching us the ways of the wanpaku sandwich!"

"Tch, yeah, yeah," Bakugou said dismissively, a blush dusting his cheeks.

Ochako watched as Kirishima devoured his sandwich, and Bakugou munched on his. As her gaze bounced between their handsome faces, Ochako realized she needed to say something.

"I love you, Eijirou," she began, making Kirishima's head shoot up in surprise. She turned her attention to Bakugou, who shot her a guarded look. "And I love you, Katsuki. I… I want you two to know how much you mean to me."

Bakugou grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his lap. He kissed her hard, his grip tightening when she tried to wiggle free. She eventually relaxed into him. She could taste the tanginess of the tomatoes dancing across his tongue as they kissed. A hand tangled in her hair and pulled her away from Bakugou. It was Kirishima yanking her toward his mouth. The emotion blurring across his face seconds before he pressed his lips to hers said what he hadn't voiced: he loved her, too. Bakugou kissed the inside of her wrist and up her arm as she made out with Kirishima until they needed to break. Bakugou cupped one side of her jaw, and Kirishima did the same for the other.

"I love you, too, Ochako," Kirishima breathed, his gaze bouncing between Bakugou and Ochako. "I don't know what I'd do without you, both of you."

"You saying you love me, too?" Bakugou scoffed.

He wasn't fooling anyone. Ochako could hear the longing in his voice.

"Of course, I do, Katsuki," Kirishima admitted barely above a whisper.

His cheeks darkened, as did Bakugou's, who remained silent at first. He then reached out to grab Kirishima's shirt and pull him into a heated kiss.

Bakugou casted his eyes downward. "I… fuck… I just wanna say... Goddammit, why is this so fucking hard!"

"It's okay, we can wait," Ochako soothed as she placed her hand on his chest.

Bakugou nuzzled Ochako's neck. "Love you, Angel Face," he mumbled against her skin. He laced his fingers with Kirishima's hand while his other arm wrapped around Ochako's waist. "Love you, Eijirou."

Ochako loved that she didn't have to hide her deep-seated devotion toward them. Ochako wanted the entire world to know how much she loved them. She couldn't wait to see where their relationship would go in future years, and as Bakugou's thumb caressed her thigh while Kirishima's fingers trailed down her neck to her chest, Ochako knew it would be the most amazing experience of her life.

"Are we done edging?" Ochako asked. "Because I'm done."

Bakugou growled and hoisted her up as he stood, carrying her toward their bedroom. "I'm fucking done."

"I'm either getting fucked, or I'm fucking first because I got cock-blocked all day!" Kirishima called after them.

One unforgettable night almost a year ago had led to an experience Ochako had never thought possible: falling in love with not just one stripper, but two. As Bakugou threw her on the bed, she grinned, ready to be conquered by her kings.