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“No way, you definitely aren’t the better partner!
“Hah?! What do you mean, Cheeks?! I make both of you pigs food every day!”
“Yeah, but I do everyone’s laundry, massage Eijirou with lotion after his showers because his quirk dries out his skin, and I make sure you’ve got the most dangerous assignments because I know you love them! That’s important, too!”
Eijirou rubbed his temples as he listened to his partners bicker. Was there something in the water that made them argue like siblings and drive him nuts?! Today’s argument included who did the most for the others. His two boneheads didn’t realize they both went above and beyond for him and each other, and it was annoying. Eijirou had his arm around Ochako’s shoulders as they walked down the familiar sidewalk next to a semi-busy road, and Katsuki held hands with her while they bickered. It was kind of cute watching him absently kiss Ochako’s knuckles in between rebuttals.
Eijirou studied their surroundings instead, watching the multitude of autumn-covered leaves ride the gentle breeze on its slow descent to the ground. He loved this time of year. The brown, red, and orange shades overtaking the land and the cooling temperatures, the crispness of the air as summer receded had been his favorite to experience time and time again. Not only that, but Eijirou loved the seasonal foods. Pumpkin soups and teas. Cinnamon-filled sweets he couldn’t get enough of. Today, since this was the one day in the past two weeks they all had the day off, Eijirou had suggested they visit the local coffee shop down the street from their apartment. Of course, being newly licensed pro heroes made them busy as hell. Eijirou just wanted a pumpkin spice latte and maybe a smooch or two from his partners, dammit!
“Guys, please!” he exclaimed as the coffee shop came into view, pulling the hoodie of his varsity jacket over his head. “You’re both manly partners, okay? I care for you equally, so don’t argue anymore!”
“See, he said manly, which means man, so I’m more thoughtful! Eat shit, Round Face!”
Ochako’s cocoa eyes flashed in annoyance. “That’s not what he means, and you know it! He calls almost everything he likes manly!”
“Except you,” he replied with a lopsided grin.
“No, he does call me manly!” Ochako argued, her annoyance growing enough to yank her hand back from Katsuki’s grasp.
“I didn’t mean it that way, Katsuki!” Eijirou whined, but was too late.
They were back at it again. Once Katsuki and Ochako entered the coffee shop, they even tried to rope the barista into it. The poor girl couldn’t have been over sixteen.
“H-how about I just take your order?” she said as her weary gaze bounced between them.
“I’ll start!” Eijirou cut in, shifting in front of Ochako. He gave the barista an apologetic smile. “Pumpkin spice latte, largest size you have, please!”
“Lucky, you! We’re about to run out with how popular pumpkin spice lattes are. We’ve got just enough to make a large drink for you!”
Eijirou’s soul smiled from her words, the bickering between his partners falling to the wayside. At least he had some luck today. The shortage of supplies country-wide had made it difficult to find his drink. This coffee shop was the only one with ingredients for it within a twenty-mile radius. Shops sold out fast and with good reason. He turned to face them and cupped the sides of their faces. They paused, but Katsuki pulled away first with a cute blush dusting his cheeks.
“Don’t fucking do that in public,” Katsuki snipped as he scratched the back of his head like he did whenever he got flustered.
Ochako leaned into Eijirou’s hand instead. The adorableness of those doe eyes staring up at him made his heart skip a beat. Gorgeous, cute as hell. Eijirou couldn’t believe this powerful woman, who gave him a deceptively adorable smile, was his girlfriend of three months. It had taken Eijirou time to realize he had a lot of love to offer, and he’d wanted to give it not only to Katsuki but to her. He and Katsuki had started dating two months prior, but Eijirou hadn’t missed those longing glances his boyfriend gave their sweet little firecracker. Then, by pure chance, they’d gotten to tell her how they felt. Lucky for them, she cared about them, too.
“What is it?” Ochako asked as Eijirou released her face.
“It’s your turn to order,” Eijirou said, stepping aside for Ochako to move closer to the register. “You want tea, Katsuki?”
“Green with no sugar, iced,” he responded.
Eijirou raised an eyebrow. “Okay, well, you can order it after Ochako.”
“Nah, you order it. I’m going outside.”
Katsuki didn’t give Eijirou a chance to respond before turning on his heels. Eijirou squinted, then sighed, turning back to face Ochako. She’d ordered boba tea and mochi, just as Eijirou suspected. Ever since boba tea had appeared in their favorite coffee shop, Ochako couldn’t get enough of it. She had a severe sweet tooth, and although Eijirou did, too, his girlfriend had him beat by a long shot.
“It is nice out,” Ochako commented while leaning into his side. “We should sit outside.”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Eijirou replied. He glanced down at her. “Are you guys gonna argue all day? I’m kinda tired of it.”
“I know, I know, but he’s so infuriating!”
Eijirou laughed. “We knew that when we started dating him!”
Ochako giggled too, grabbing her things while Eijirou got his drink and Katsuki’s. “Yeah, I know.”
Eijirou and Ochako exited the coffee shop onto the outside area filled with worn tables and chairs. It was one in the afternoon on a Tuesday, leaving the area quiet to just a few birds begging for any scraps left behind. Ochako and Eijirou joined Katsuki at a table nearby and sat with him. Eijirou took a swig of his drink and sighed with unfiltered happiness.
“It’s so good!” he gushed as he set it down to prevent himself from inhaling it in three gulps. “How’s yours, Katsuki?”
“Mm, fine,” he answered in between sips.
Ochako watched him drink as she opened her container of mochi. “I don’t know how you drink tea with no sugar. It’s so bitter!”
“Not everyone has a tongue built for enough sugar to put a normal person in a diabetic coma!” he huffed.
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with liking sugar in my drinks!”
Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Just like there’s nothing wrong with liking bitter ones. Use your head, Cheeks!”
There they go again. Eijirou wanted to put his head down on the table, cup his drink for dear life, and sip at it from that uncomfortable position.
“Guys, don’t-”
Katsuki reached over to grab Ochako’s mochi container, earning the sourest face Eijirou had ever seen save Katsuki’s famous gremlin ones.
She tried to snatch it away, but Katsuki held tight. Eijirou wanted to put them in time-out once a childish tug-of-war ensued.
“What for?! You don’t even like mochi!”
The container slipped from between their hands, and they both jerked forward to catch it, knocking over the one thing that had made this disaster of a trip worthwhile. Eijirou saw it happen in slow motion and dove for his latte, but he was too late. Ochako and Katsuki’s fighting over the mochi led to a catastrophic event that would forever remain engraved in Eijirou’s mind until the day he died. As it fell, he wondered what he’d done to deserve such disrespect.
“No!” he screamed as it tumbled to the ground, bursting open with a pop that sounded like a gunshot to Eijirou’s ears.
He sat there dumbfounded, mouth agape. It wouldn’t have been so shattering to his psyche if the coffee shop had more, but they’d told him they only had enough for his drink.
He wouldn’t get another to replace this one. Eijirou stared at the drink, wondering if he was going to cry from the intense emotions coursing through him. His partners had fallen silent. At least it seemed they knew how serious this transgression was. A second later, the apologies began.
“Eijirou, I’m so sorry!” Ochako blurted out, hurrying to the ground to pick up the cup.
“We didn’t mean to, so don’t get pissed about it!” Katsuki added, but his voice rose an octave.
Eijirou stared at the mess, watching his delicious drink seep across the concrete, mocking him. Damn it, all he wanted was a basic pumpkin spice latte with his partners after working crazy hours for the past six days in a row. He didn’t know if he could forgive this without punishment.
“Eijirou?” Ochako ventured, placing a hand on his forearm.
He blinked and smiled at her. “Don’t worry, we’ll fix it!”
Katsuki, for once, said nothing. He glanced at Eijirou, then at Ochako, and swallowed. It seemed their constant arguing had ended, but at what cost? Eijirou ran his fingers through his hair after a few minutes, stood, and stretched.
“Okay, let’s get going. I’m getting kinda hungry. What about you two?”
Ochako got to her feet but kept her eyes on the ground. “I’m not really hungry yet because of the mochi, and, um, that drink was kinda filling.”
Eijirou kissed her forehead. “Oh, yeah? Well, there’s something I’m starving for. Get up, Katsuki. Let’s go.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Katsuki mumbled as he stood up, pulling his black hoodie over his ears before grabbing his half-finished drink.
Eijirou knew his partners realized the change in the atmosphere around them. This situation reminded him that he’d bought an interesting new toy for them to try out soon. It would have been on fun terms, just regular sexy times, but it seemed Eijirou would have to use it for punishment. Eijirou chatted with them on the walk home, but their responses didn’t seem as eager and carefree as before. When they reached the door to their apartment, Eijirou unlocked it and walked in. He glanced over his shoulder when Ochako and Katsuki stood at the entrance.
“Just fucking tell us what you’re gonna do to us!” Katsuki demanded.
“We said we were sorry!” Ochako whined, scrunching the bottom of her long-sleeved shirt in her hands.
Eijirou turned to face them. “Get inside, and close the door.”
Ochako whimpered and entered, with Katsuki lagging behind her. Eijirou turned and walked toward their bedroom. “Let’s go.”
He didn’t check to see if they were following because he knew they would. He wondered what panicked thoughts ran through their minds as they trailed down the hallway after him. When they reached the bedroom, Eijirou stood aside to let them enter and shut it with a click.
“Strip, now.”
Ochako obeyed without hesitation while his brat crossed his arms over his chest.
“This is fucking overkill!” Katsuki announced as he sat on the bed. “It was just a stupid drink! I’ll buy you another one! Fucking hell!”
“How are you gonna do that when every coffee shop nearby doesn’t have the ingredients to make it?” Eijirou asked as he walked over to Katsuki.
He stood in front of him, watching as Bakugou leaned away. Eijirou didn’t miss how hard he swallowed.
“I can get the fucking ingredients myself and make it!”
Eijirou grabbed him by his shirt and hauled him up. “Yeah, maybe you will. But, for now, clothes off. I’m tired of listening to you two argue all day! You’re gonna get along, and I’m gonna help you. Now, strip before I make you.”
The minute Katsuki opened his mouth to argue, Eijirou lifted him off his feet and slammed him to the floor. With a hand gripping his throat and a knee in his back, Eijirou activated his quirk and glared down at his boyfriend.
“You’re gonna play by my rules, or you’ll regret it, brat. So accept your punishment, or you’ll make it worse, and you don’t want it worse, do you? Remember what happened last time you pushed your luck?”
Katsuki’s skin turned as white as a sheet, and he stopped squirming. “Fine, whatever, I’ll take my fucking clothes off!”
Eijirou leaned down and pressed a kiss to Katsuki’s temple. “Good boy.”
He didn’t miss the grunt Katsuki couldn’t hold back. For all the scathing remarks Katsuki would throw at him, call him a good boy, and he would turn into mush. Eijirou stood up and walked over to the closet to get his new toys. The black bag hidden behind boxes of shoes held something he couldn’t wait to try out on his partners. Eijirou turned to face them, his eyes roaming over their naked bodies. His cock stirred in his loose sweats from staring at Ochako’s perfect curves and the hard lines of Katsuki’s muscles. Even with Ochako having a softer figure, he saw the outline of her quad when she crossed her right leg over her left.
Eijirou walked over to the bed and turned the bag upside down, letting several items fall onto the comforter. A thick, double-sided dildo still in the box landed on it.
“What the fuck is that?!” Katsuki asked, his eyes wide.
Eijirou didn’t answer right away. Instead, he opened the box, humming to himself before turning to them with a bright smile. “Since you two can’t seem to stop arguing like siblings, I thought of something fun to do! You know how parents buy a get-along shirt for two kids to fit into? Well, this is your get-along dildo!”
“O-our what?!” Ochako sputtered. Her face flushed scarlet. “How does that even work?!”
“On all fours, both of you,” Eijirou commanded.
Ochako, his sweet girl, followed his instructions without a word, but Eijirou didn’t like that. So he closed the distance, leaned down, and grasped a handful of her auburn hair to tilt her head back.
“Forgot how to talk to me, cock sleeve?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she babbled. “I’ll be good, I promise!”
“There she is, Daddy’s good girl,” Eijirou soothed as he released her hair. “Now, what about you, Daddy’s little bitch?”
Katsuki growled and got onto his knees. “If you think I’m calling you Daddy, you’re a fucking idiot, and I’m not your bitch, asshole!”
Eijirou was on him a second later, pinning him onto the floor on his belly. Katsuki thrashed, but Eijirou grabbed a fistful of his hair and plastered his chest to Katsuki’s back. He used his weight to force him onto the floor before biting down on his shoulder. Katsuki let out a pained snarl that turned into a whine when Eijirou gave his hair a sharp tug.
“Fight me. You know it just makes my dick harder, little bitch,” Eijirou whispered against his skin. “You know you want to share a toy with your girlfriend while I watch. It’s gonna be so hot seeing you two fuck each other ass to ass.”
Eijirou ground his hips into his boyfriend’s bare ass, grinning when he shifted his hips up to meet him. “What’s my name?”
Katsuki still said nothing, making Eijirou click his teeth in irritation. “Ochako, get those ropes from off the bed for me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Ochako said as she got to her feet, grabbed the red ropes, then knelt beside them.
Sitting up to straddle Katsuki’s waist, Eijirou held the back of Katsuki’s neck to force his face into the carpet. Katsuki breathed hard underneath him, and Eijirou knew his thoughts were running rampant trying to figure out what he would do to him. Still, Eijirou knew Katsuki’s dick was as hard as a rock. He loved being made to submit, to feel powerless, and made to do whatever his dom wanted. Eijirou had no problem fulfilling that wish.
“You move, and I’ll really fuck you up!” Eijirou snarled. “You get that?”
“Yeah, Daddy. I get it,” Katsuki breathed.
The lustful inflection of his voice rolled over Eijirou’s skin like hot lava. He almost forgot that this was punishment, granted punishment they all would enjoy, but punishment, nonetheless. Eijirou took the first rope from Ochako and tied Bakugou’s arms behind his back. Katsuki didn’t move a muscle as he did. Instead, he rested his head on the carpet, his body tensing. Eijirou finished tying his wrists behind his back, then shimmied down to grasp his foot and fold his heel to his ass. He watched the rope slide over Katsuki’s skin without blinking, mesmerized in the contrast of rich red and tan skin. His tongue darted out to lick dry lips, giving Ochako a quick glance to check on her. She stood next to them, watching with bated breath.
“Gonna help me play with my bitch, Ochako?” Eijirou asked as he switched to Katsuki’s other leg to tie it.
“Oh, yes, Daddy! I’d love to play with him, too.”
“God, you’re so hot. Come here.” Eijirou sat on his haunches, tilted his head back, and crooked a finger at her.
She walked over and placed her hands on his shoulders, then leaned down to kiss him. Eijirou’s eyes slid closed as they made out slowly, her silky hair teasing the sides of his face. He reached up to grip her perfect ass, giving it a smack and swallowing her cute little squeak. Then, when they pulled apart, he couldn’t help but trail kisses around her abdomen and over her pubic bone.
“So, bitch,” Eijirou said to Katsuki as his hand slid between Ochako’s thick thighs. “I guess I gotta remind you of why I’m in charge! Let’s play.”
Eijirou slid his fingers through Ochako’s folds, satisfied that his little girl already had slick coating her pussy. Then he stood and brought his fingers to her mouth. Ochako didn’t have to be told; she wrapped her lips around his digits and sucked. How her eyes closed halfway never failed to make Eijirou bite his lip. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over the bed and fuck her brains out. But he had to make his bitch submit first. Plus, picturing the double-sided dildo filtered back into his brain. He had to see it. Katsuki glanced over his shoulder at him as Eijirou got behind him again.
“What are you gonna do?” he asked wearily.
Eijirou brought his hand down hard on Katsuki’s ass. “Whatever I want. Hey, Princess, I want you to jerk his cock off for me, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she answered, grabbing the lube from the bed and joining Eijirou on the floor.
Fuck, hearing her call him Daddy never got old. It had started by accident. A simple “okay, Daddy” when he’d reminded her she’d wanted him to help her stop snoozing her alarm so much. She’d been exhausted, her hair sticking up everywhere, and Katsuki’s shirt she’d worn hanging off her to expose the creamy skin of her left shoulder. He’d stood in the doorway, and he’d told her she had to get up when she’d tried to roll back over.
“Okay, Daddy,” she’d mumbled, her eyes half-open.
He hadn’t expected lightning to fork through his body from her sleepy words, but it did. As their relationship grew into sub/dom play, Eijirou had demanded she’d call him Daddy while he railed her one day when Katsuki had still been at work. Getting their boyfriend to say it had taken some extra effort, but when he’d gotten Katsuki broken and sobbing, his wrecked voice begging “Daddy no more,” it had been bliss, and Eijirou had almost cum instantly from it.
Ochako stayed on her haunches, reaching underneath Katsuki to stroke his cock after pouring lube into her hand. Katsuki moaned as she worked her hand over his length, just the way he liked. Eijirou smacked him hard again on his other ass cheek, then took the lube. He circled his finger over Katsuki’s puckering hole, wanting to use his mouth there, but Katsuki didn’t deserve it, not when he was still so defiant. It wouldn’t last, though. It never did.
“Look at this fucked out hole,” Eijirou began as his finger trailed down Katsuki’s taint to cup his balls in his hand. “Could be stretched out on this toy, but no! You’re so fucking hardheaded!”
“Fuck,” Katsuki groaned when Eijirou massaged his balls, then trailed his finger back up to his asshole. “Yeah, s-so what, Shitty Hair?!”
Eijirou raised an eyebrow. “Oh, we’re playing that game, huh, little bitch? Okay! Whatever you want! You wanna tease him, too, Princess? Have fun!”
Not a problem. Eijirou has the perfect plan to make his brat submit. Ochako smiled at him, continuing to jack Katsuki off. She leaned down to run her tongue over Katsuki’s ear and over his neck. Katsuki held out at first. The only clue their touch drove him mad was his cursing and the jerk of his hips. The minutes ticked by. Eijirou watched on as Katsuki’s resolve failed. He’d insert a finger halfway into his ass and remove it, then continue the trail down to his balls. Every so often, he’d shove two fingers into Katsuki’s ass and listen to him mewl like the bottom he tried to convince himself he wasn’t. While he switched to enjoy Ochako’s tight pussy, he couldn’t help but be ass up for Eijirou. It was hot that Eijirou could turn this powerful, domineering man into a begging mess.
“No more teasing, dammit!” Katsuki said through hitched breaths.
“Say it,” Eijirou said, pushing two fingers into him and loving how his back arched. “What’s the matter, bitch? Too much for you?”
“Gonna cum, f-fuck, I’m gonna-!”
“Stop touching him, Princess.”
Ochako sat back and placed her hands in her lap while Katsuki tried to hold back a sob. Eijirou laughed as he returned to ghosting his fingers over Katsuki’s taint. He gave his balls a gentle smack and grinned when Katsuki jumped.
“Goddammit!” Katsuki whined over his shoulder. “Come on, you can’t just stop!”
“I do whatever the fuck I want,” Eijirou corrected, pushing three fingers into Katsuki’s hole for emphasis and holding them there. “Beg, or I stop.”
“Ah! Fine!” Katsuki lowered his head to the carpet. “Please, fuck me… Daddy.”
“There’s a good bitch!” Eijirou praised as he removed his fingers and reached for the dildo. “Now, I’ll let you have your toy to share with my girl. You two are gonna look so hot. On all fours, Princess!”
Ochako swallowed and crawled, so she faced away from Katsuki. Once she was on all fours, Eijirou paused to enjoy the view, almost forgetting what his task was. He opened the box and got on his knees next to them with the dildo in his lap.
“Hold on a sec,” he said before reaching underneath Ochako to enter her with a finger on the hand he didn’t use to play with Katsuki.
“D-Daddy!” she squeaked as he fingered her.
Eijirou grinned and slid another finger inside her, kissing her midback. “You had your fun, but now, you’re gonna fuck your hole with Katsuki until I say stop. I don’t give a shit if you cum, just like you two didn’t care about how annoying your arguing about everything was.”
Eijirou pulled his fingers from Ochako, smacked her on the ass, and then did the same to Katsuki. “Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” they said in unison while pressing their chests to the carpet.
“Yeah, just like that,” Eijirou murmured as he applied lube to both sides of the dildo, then held it in the center. He placed it between them. “Fuck yourselves for Daddy. Show me how sorry you are for spilling my drink and fighting.”
Ochako reached underneath her to grasp her end, while Katsuki reached behind him. Once they each had a good grip on it, Eijirou watched as they sunk it inside their bodies, scooting back to be closer together. Eijirou got up and sat on the bed, whipping his dick out and retrieving his phone from his pocket.
“So fucking hot,” Eijirou coached as he hit record on his phone, spit into his hand, and fisted his hard cock. “Faster.”
Ochako and Katsuki’s moans rose as they picked up speed, the squelching sounds of the toy sinking inside them threatening to make Eijirou cream before he was ready. Sweat glistened on both their bodies. The way their eyebrows arched, Ochako’s eyes screwing shut, and Katsuki biting his lip as they fucked back onto their toy brought him immense satisfaction. The hardest decision he had to make in some time had been choosing who to focus on while they fucked themselves stupid.
“Play with yourselves,” Eijirou instructed, slowing his hand over his aching cock. “Just like that. You’re doing so good for Daddy. Keep going.”
It surprised him when Ochako cried out first, the muscles shifting in her forearm telling him she was rubbing her clit as she did when she came. He thought Katsuki would blow his load first after that torture, but it didn’t take long after for him to shoot his load onto the floor.
Eijirou let go of his cock to keep himself from cumming. Katsuki and Ochako looked up at him with pleading expressions, but he just grinned in return.
“I don’t’ think I told you to stop yet.”
“I’m so sensitive, Daddy!” Ochako exclaimed, lowering her head but shifting her hips back to meet Katsuki.
“I can’t cum again!” Katsuki said through deep, strained panting.
Eijirou shrugged. “You can, and you will. Move now.”
They whimpered and continued fucking themselves with the toy, slowly at first, then they picked up their pace. Eijirou sat forward, panning the camera over his lovers as he returned to stroking his cock. They sounded much more desperate, louder from the overstimulation he subjected them to. It was a show he’d love to watch on repeat, seeing their holes stretch around the toy. But that reminded him he needed a better angle for that delicious sight. So Eijirou stood up and walked over to them. They kept fucking, kept playing with their sexes while Eijirou stood over them, watching the dildo sink inside them.
“Daddy’s gonna cum so hard from watching you two get your cute little holes fucked to hell,” Eijirou groaned, the telltale sensation that he reached his limit teasing him. “I’m gonna cum all over you. Call it thanks for putting up with you two.”
Eijirou moaned as he came, spurting hot cum on Katsuki and Ochako’s ass. He exhaled hard, walked back over to the bed, and propped his elbow on his chin with a grin. “Say thank you for your cum, Daddy.”
“Thank, mm! T-thank you for your c-cum, Daddy!” Ochako wailed as she came again.
Katsuki’s head hung as he fucked onto the toy. “Shit, hah fuck! Thank you for your cum, Daddy!”
Eijirou listened to their wails, his eyes closing as he enjoyed the sound. When he opened them, he saw them hardly able to hold themselves up. It was cute.
“Keep going.”
After another twenty minutes and more orgasms, he allowed them to collapse onto the floor. They were a tangle of limbs, the dildo lying next to them coated in cum and slick. Eijirou got towels to clean them up with.
“That was rough!” Ochako whined as she sat up. “My legs are Jell-O!”
“All that for a fucking pumpkin spice latte?!” Katsuki barked after Eijirou wiped him clean.
“I’d do it again, too,” Eijirou said with conviction. He sat on the floor and scooted toward the bed, pressing his back against it. He motioned for them to come to him, which they did, and he gathered them into his arms. “That and you got away with some attitude when I asked you to order your drink. I can’t just let that slide! You did so good for me, though. You two are so amazing.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki said while leaning into his chest.
Ochako snuggled against Katsuki and placed a hand on Eijirou’s thigh. “We won’t argue so much either. Right, Katsuki?”
Katsuki said nothing, which prompted Ochako to smack his arm. “Right, Katsuki?!”
“Oi, don’t hit me!” Katsuki snapped.
“Then say it!”
“You’re so annoying!” Katsuki seethed. “Fine, we won’t argue as much.”
Eijirou rolled his eyes and pulled them close. “Don’t you two start at each other’s throats again, or next time, I might not be so nice about it.”