#three sum

⭐️ Three’s A Crowd by @pearlessance

⭐️ Eyes on me by @cavillscurls

⭐️ To Freeze or To Thaw by @pedropeach

⭐️ Family Matters by @daryltwdixon

I have my son staying with my Partner and I temporarily.  Handsome dude, of course, he looks like me. I had a dream on night where I came out into the living room where I left him and my partner watching TV. As I approached the living room I hear moans, very similar to my partners. As I come around, I see my partners head thrown back and a leg on the sofa with my son between them eating them out. It must have been good cause they were very much enjoying themselves.

My son jumped up when he heard me come in the room, my partner winked at me and and pulled his head down so that he continued, as I was telling him not to stop on my account.

I go grab a drink in the kitchen and sit on the other sofa where I can sit back and watch the show. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to watch my partner with someone else, just never thought it would be my son. After he was done eating them out he got up and stepped back in front of them. They pulled his dick out and took him all in. They sucked him off until he managed to get hard and the turned around on the sofa to take him from behind. I tossed him a condom, and after slipping it on he went to town, pounding hard into my partner, smaking his hips against their ass and making them moan and scream in passion.

He pounded into them for about 5 minutes before they waved me over. I walked behind the sofa where they were facing and face fucked them as they got fucked from behind. Another 5 minutes and then we took the session to the bedroom.

They laid on the bed naked and I ate them out making their legs tremble as they sucked the soul out of my son. I get up and grb them by the hips to pull them closer and insert myself into them. I start to stroke slowly feeling their passion and lust with every thrust. I speed up, faster and faster, harder and harder till now they can’t suck his dick anymore and just jerks him off as I continue to pound into them.

I flip them over so I can fuck them from behind and they start to suck his dick again. After a good pounding they ask me to put it in their ass. As I prepare with some lube and massage her ass hole, my son wiggles himself under them and they start to ride his dick while I slowly slide into he ass and rhythmically fuck her until they tense up to cum hard, just like I like it.

Double the Pleasure (Dabi x Reader x Hawks)

(Trigger warnings: dubcon, implied drugging, drunk sex)

“Alright, never have I ever done coke?”

The villain drank

“Never have I ever taken straight LSD.”

Another sip.

“Christ Dabi. Is there anything you haven’t done?”

“I’ve been on the streets since I was a teenager, babe, there ain’t a block I haven’t touched.”

You, Dabi, and Hawks were chilling in the living room of your apartment. The furniture had been pushed to the side and the three of you were lounging on throw pillows. Empty liquor bottles and shot glasses sat on the low table in the middle of the circle the three of you had formed.

The fun thing about towing the line between villain and vigilante, meant that you got to meet some of the coolest people on either side of the law. And Hawks and Dabi were by far some of your favorite people. Maybe it was because they both toed the lines themselves.

“No shit.” You muttered back.

“We gotta ask some questions that’ll actually get you drunk, Hummingbird.” Hawks hummed. His pale cheeks were flushed.

“Mm, good luck with that,” you scoffed, leaning forward to grab a new bottle of liquor off the table.

Without your realization, one of your breasts spilled out of the v-cut of your dress, drawing both men’s attention to it.

“Unlike you sinners, I am almost as pure as the driven snow.” You bragged, settling back on your butt with an: ‘oomf!’

The room was definitely spinning a bit.

“Almost,” Dabi chuckled, eying your exposed tit with a small smirk. He sipped his liquor.

“Alright then, Hawks piped up, “I’ve got a question. Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex.”

All three parties downed their shots.

Hawks shot you a shit eating grin. “Now we’re getting somewhere! Looks like the Hummingbird has a vice or two of her own.”

“Oh Please. That’s hardly a vice unlike you two hooligans.”

“Hooligan!” Hawks scoffed. “Says the vigilante.”

“Alright my turn,” Dabi chimed in. “Never have I everrrr had a threesome.”

Both the hero and the villain took a drink while you didn’t.

“Ahh, so the vices don’t run that deep?”

You shrugged. “Mm. Threesomes don’t appeal to me. They just seem like more trouble than they’re worth.”

“Sounds like something a person whose never had a good threesome would say.” Hawks snorted.

The men laughed.

You pouted at their teasing.

“Oh, Shut up.”

“Guess that could only mean one thing.” Dabi spoke up through his chuckles.

You cocked your head.

“What?”

Dabi leaned towards you, his turquoise eyes locked on to your gaze, making your cheeks burn.

“We gotta pop your threesome cherry, doll.” He tweaked your exposed nipple making you squeak in surprise.

Huh?!

“I-I don’t know about that.” You stammered back.

“Why not?” Hawks asked, scooting closet on the other side of you.

He ran his rough thumb along the sensitive skin of your areola. A tickling sensation zipped from the nub straight to your clit.

“Guys, what are you doing?” You looked between them.

Hawks’ golden eyes were half lidded and raking over your body while Dabi was licking his lips, his gaze on your breasts.

You needed some air. Needed to get away.

God you were dizzy.

You crawled away from the men, until your back hit the couch.

“C-come on guys,” you giggled nervously, “we were having fun.”

“We still can.” Dabi’s lips quirked slyly. His large hand slid along the smooth skin of your exposed thighs, lighting a fire beneath your skin. “Come on, what else did you think was going to happen? You inviting us over to your place in the middle of the night to drink.”

His nimble fingers worked your thighs open.

“I,” you struggled to close your legs, but your body felt weak. “No, that’s n-n-not what I-“

“Oh really?” Hawks worked your other tit out of the dress, hungry gaze locked on your breasts. “And you didn’t even put these tits of yours up. I know you saw us looking.” He licked his lips.

“Of course I didn’t-oh!”

The pressure of Dabi’s fingers teasing your button distracted you. He smirked sat you.

“You’re wet, babe. You sure this isn’t what you want? Not even a little bit?”

Before you could answer, Hawks’ tongue flicked one of your nipples while one of his vermillion feathers teased the other one.

“They’re so hard right now,” he mumbled absently. “You really are horny for us both. Told you, Dabs.”

“You didn’t tell me shit,” Dabi shot back as he snatched off his tank top. Your eyes ran over the unblemished skin of his hard pecs and six pack. “We been knew this, we just needed the right opportunity.”

“You...what?”

“Regardless,” Hawks piped up, “we’re gonna make this a fun experience for you, Hummingbird.”

Dabi’s chest was too the floor now. He had lowered himself completely between your legs.

“Yo, save some of that for me, when you’re done.” Hawks snapped at Dabi. He worked himself out of his shirt too.

“No promises,” Dabi licked his lips.

Experimentally, he slid three fingers in you one by one, peering up to see your expression.

The curl of his digits in your gripping sex made your toes flex.

“Ohhh, that’s a pretty face,” Hawks drawled, lips against your neck. “Mmm, let’s hear some pretty sounds, huh, Songbird?”

His warm tongue ran along your throat. He bit into the flesh, making you gasp.

“That’s it.” He replied, sprinkling kisses along your collarbone.

“Fuck yeah it is.”

Their mouths descended on you at the same time. Dabi’s on your clit, Hawks’ on your breasts.

The double shot of pleasure was almost sobering.

“Oh! F-fuck!” You cried out.

The slurping and sucking of both men filled the room.

Dabi pulled away, a thick string of saliva and cum attached to his lips.

“Here Birdie,” he beckoned time the blonde, “a taste for you.”

The men moaned as they shared your essence.

“God damn,” Hawks’ rough, lust laden voice replied. “Trade, Dabs?”

The villain chuckled and rose from between your thighs.

Everything was happening so fast, you swore you were getting whiplash.

“Here, baby,” Dabi grinned, “you deserve a taste too.”

His long, pierced tongue snaked into your mouth. A blend of Hennessy, cum, and saliva overtook your senses.

“Mmm.”

Hawks’ tongue slithered along your clit as it sucked you in. His fingers plunged in and out of your dripping pussy, spurning you closer over that edge that Dabi had brought you to.

“Oh godddd,” you sighed, “oh god, oh god, oh fuck.”

“That’s it, doll.” Dabi whispered against your ear. “Cum for us. Come on.”

“You know you want to.”

“This is what you wanted isn’t it, y/n?”

Both men worked their mouths and hands all over your tingling body. Goosebumps raised along your skin as you climaxed over and over again.

Your cunt gripped Hawks fingers, milking them greedily. Your nipples tingled from Dabi’s touch.

Finally, the build up burning in your core, exploded through out your entire body, sending you spiraling into euphoria.

Read Part 1 here

You giggled as your body bounced on the soft bed. The springs squeaked with the added weight of Mirko and Hawks joining on either side.

Mirko pressed her lips against your ear, hands creeping up your dress. “How do you feel, baby?”

“I feel amaziiing, thanks for askinggg!” You purred back, playfully.

“Silly girl,” Hawks chuckled. His hand trailed up the exposed skin peeking from beneath your dress. “You’re all giggly, huh?”

Mirko kissed your shoulder. “And to think, you were going to go home early tonight. Bet you’re having fun now, aren’t you, y/n?”

“I am.” You replied softly. “Are you two?”

Mirko giggled. “Very much.”

A manicured index finger, gently turned your head until you were facing the woman and then you felt warm, plump lips pressing against yours. You melted into the sweet sensation. Her tongue was juicy and tasted like liquor, her smooth fingers caressed your jaw.

Her gentle touches combined with the heady scent of her perfume made you dizzy with desire. Feeling emboldened you touched her back. Your fingers danced against her smooth, deeply tanned thighs, pushing her slinky dress further up her legs.

“Mmm, y/n,” she sighed against your lips. The sound made your cunt clench with want.

She pressed against you, breaking the kiss to slide her tongue along your neck. You shivered at the sensation.

“Fuck...” Hawks whispered.

From the corner of your eye, you watched him loosen his tie and unbutton his dress shirt.

It was The last thing you saw before Mirko pulled you on top of her, making you straddle one of her thick thighs. Your juices leaked against the soft skin, sensitive clit twitching against the woman.

“Ahh shi~”

Mirko giggled against your lips and squeezed your soft ass, making you grind her harder as her lips tasted your neck, collar bone, and shoulders.

“Mirkooo-“

“Rumi.” She corrected, half lidded crimson eyes gazing back at you. “Say my name, y/n.” She commanded, nimble fingers working your dress down your body.

“Rumi~”

With a lopsided grin, her mouth found your tits, her tongue tickling the sensitive nipples.

“Ohh fuck~” you sighed, pressing yourself against her thigh harder.

The two of you fell back, making quick work of stripping one another of your clothes as you rolled around the sheets making out.

Rumi’s body was all hard muscle, smooth skin, and sculpted curves. A perfect juxtaposition of solid and soft. The soft white hairs on her crotch tickled as she pried a thigh between your legs, letting you find relief against her thigh and juicy cunt. You two moaned against one another’s mouths as you climaxed together.

It wasn’t until you felt the bed rock with Hawks’ weight that you remembered the third party in the room.

“Fuck, the two of you are delicious together.” He moaned, golden eyes admiring the sight as he slid behind Rumi’s thick ass.

He landed a harsh smack on it, and grinned.

“Hey! Careful back there, Tweety,” Rumi grinned at him over her shoulder, twerking a bit in response. “Don’t break anything.” Her fluffy white tail twitched, and Hawks groaned at the sight.

“No promises, Bunny.” He replied, falling to eye level with her wet sex.

Squeezing both of her ass cheeks, the man spread her open and dove into the glistening lips of her sex tongue first.

“Ahaaa! Fuck yes, Keigo!”

You marveled at the look of ecstasy that washed over Rumi’s face, and the way her white ears drooped.

“Y-y/n,” the brown skinned woman sighed, “I wanna taste you too.”

Biting your lip, you slid along the sheets until Rumi’s face was buried in your clenching pussy. With a moan, the woman dug in. Her tongue lapped your folds and she kissed your clit with the same passion and vigor she had for your lips.

Hot pleasure shot through your body, warm and heavy.

“Oh my god, Rumiii~” you sang, thighs closing around the woman’s head.

Her lusty, red eyes gazed at your blissed expression. Her fingers swam into your tight pussy and pumped the creamy, textured walls.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my-ahh!” You clenched at the long, ivory hair tickling against your legs.

Slurping, licking, and smacking filled the room. Your legs shook as orgasms washed over you in succession. You were slipping in and out of consciousness between the over stimulation and lack of breath.

“Hey, Bunny, go easy on her, babe.” Hawks laughed as he observed your trembling legs and blissed out face. “Save some for me.”

Rumi straightened up. “If you want it so bad,” she dug her fingers into the man’s messy blonde locks and tugged him forward, smirking at him, “get some.”

The couple swapped your flavor between them. The taste of Rumi on his tongue and you on hers.

“Hey, don’t leave y/n out of it,” Hawks remarked. His gaze fell on your half conscious body. “She needs some love too, yeah?”

The man hoisted you up and held you against his hard body with one arm, Rumi in the other.

“Mmm~” you sighed as two sets of mouths pressed against your own. The taste of liquor and cum overwhelmed you.

“Keigo,” you sighed, “you didn’t taste me.”

“Oh?” The avian’s bushy brow quirked slyly. “Do you want me to eat you too, y/n?”

You nodded.

That was how you found yourself riding Hawks’ tongue while admiring the vision of Rumi’s huge breasts bouncing in your face. The woman was riding her boyfriend’s dick like a mechanical bull, tongue sticking out and sweat coating her tanned skin.

Leaning forward on all fours, you kept up your undulating pace on Hawks’ tongue while your mouth found Rumi’s for a kiss.

Chap 9. Sidechick vs Main Chick

Miku snuggled deeper against Katsuki’s chest, relishing his grumbling complaints about ‘idiots who didn’t know how to filet a fish without shredding it to pieces’.

Her boyfriend’s deep, raspy laughter was music to her ears as he stroked the space between her wings. Miku cooed, eyes fluttering shut contentedly—until a loud knock sounded at the door.

She groaned, irritably.

“Don’t worry about it, babe, I got it.”

Katsuki scooped up Miku’s petite body and lay her on the couch in his place before heading to the door.

The minute his crimson eyes fell on the surprise visitor, his mood darkened.

“The fuck are you doin’ here?”

“Well, I was here to see Miku, but now I’m thinking I should give you the number to my public relations coach,” an amused voice replied. “You really need to work on your manners my guy.”

At the sound of the familiar voice Miku perked up immediately, pulling herself off the couch. She joined her boyfriend’s side wearing a worried look.

“Hawks?”

He gave her a little salute. “Heyo, kid!”

“What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to bring you a little something to say thanks for the dinner,” he handed her a bag of takeout. “I’m not much of a cook, but I figure this would do just as good.”

Miku peeked inside and saw the takoyaki from the same place they had ordered from when they first met. She smiled fondly.

“Aww, Hawks! That’s so sweet.”

Katsuki cleared his throat, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. “If that’s all—“

“It’s actually not.” Hawks interjected, in a harsher voice than Miku was used to.

She nudged her boyfriend, leveling a chastising glare at him.

“Babe, can you just-“

“Whatever.” Katsuki grabbed the bag of food from Miku and cut his eyes at the winged man one last time before retreating into the apartment.

Miku sighed, giving Hawks an apologetic little smile.

“Sorry about...” she gestured behind her.

Hawks smiled back. His jovial attitude back in place.

“It’s cool. I uh, actually just came by to say; you won’t be seeing me for a while. I’m headed back to Fukuoka.”

“What?” Miku’s wings drooped slightly at the news.

“Yeah,” Hawks ruffled his hair. “I’m needed on the home front. So I won’t be back for a while. Just wanted to let you know in case you wondered why you weren’t seeing me around.”

Miku pouted up at him, wings drooping a little more and Keigo felt a strong and sudden urge to wrap her up in his arms and kiss her. He gave the instinct a mental drop kick.

“Well, when will you be back in town?”

“Probably in a couple months once I’m certain things are cool back home, but if I’m needed sooner...” he cracked an intimate little half smile, but didn’t finish.

Miku’s face burned as her mind rewinded back to a couple weeks earlier when they’d had ‘that’ conversation over dinner.

“Well,” she spoke up, “I know you need to get back to your agency, but this place isn’t gonna be nearly as fun without you around.”

“That’s true,” the man sighed with a flippant shrug.

Miku giggled, rolling her eyes. “But I’m glad I got to meet you.”

“Likewise, Angel.”

“Oh! Will you be at the hero charity ball this year? I know you don’t always come regularly, but I’ll be performing, and it would be cool for you to see me.”

“Damn. I wouldn’t wanna miss that, kid. If I’ve got the time, I’ll be there.”

Her face brightened. Keigo’s wings twitched happily. God, instincts were a pain in the ass.

“I hope you have a safe trip home, Hawks.”

“Thanks, kid,” he grinned. “You two have a good night.”

“Night.”

When she re-entered the apartment, Katsuki’s sour mood was practically radiating off of him.

He stared at the screen, propped up lazily against the couch cushions and deadpanned: “you give him a little kiss night, night, Angel?”

“Don’t start, Katsuki.” Miku shot back, heading for the kitchen to rustle through the bag of food.

“Whatever.” He grumbled.

Before she could reply, Miku’s pocket buzzed with an incoming text.

From: Fat Face Fuck Bitch

What the...why the hell was Uraraka texting her?

Fat Face Fuck Bitch: Hi Miku. I know I’m probably the last person u want to talk to, but I would rly like to get together nd talk about u know what. Plz don’t tell Bakugo. If u don’t wanna talk I’ll understand. If so, let me know when you’re free and where u wanna meet.

Miku’s brows furrowed in confusion. A weird mix of befuddlement and dread formed a pit in her stomach as she re-read the text.

“Your little admirer bring enough for both of us? Or just you?” Katsuki asked, dragging Miku out of her own thoughts.

“Umm,” she pocketed her phone, “I think there’s enough for both of us.” She replied. “I’ll fix us a plate.”

With that, she tried to push the cryptic text to the back of her mind.

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The rooftop of Panache Cafe was hardly discreet, but it was a safe place to frequent. It was on the very outskirts of the city and visited mainly by celebrities and the upper echelon of society.

Miku strutted towards the table where the familiar, brunette bombshell was. The woman was glancing at her phone wearing a worried frown with her silky brown hair falling in her face and her shapely legs crossed. Fuck it was annoying how fine she was.

Maybe that’s why Katsuki—

Miku pushed the thought away.

When Uraraka spotted the dark skinned beauty, a nervous half smile lit up her face.

“H-Hey! Glad you could make it!”

“Yeah, Well, you know what they say,” Miku took a seat while her bodyguards found a table a comfortable distance away, “curiosity killed the cat. So...” she trailed off expectantly.

Uraraka’s eyes widened, seemingly caught off guard, but she recovered quickly, clearing her throat.

“I...I just wanted to say: that I should have had the balls to talk to you about this months ago. I know it’s long overdue, but I wanted to tell you just how sorry I am.” She held Miku’s gaze with a determined and nervous look in her eye. “We laid down rules that night, and I agreed to them, and it does not matter how much alcohol was in my system, it doesn’t—“ she paused, sorting her thoughts before continuing. “The fact of the matter is; I disrespected you, I disrespected your relationship, and I hurt you deeply. Miku, I never wanted Katsuki like that. Yeah, I was attracted to both of you, but I was always more excited about you. I know you probably don’t believe that since—“

“Since I walked in and realized my man had been fucking the shit out of you while I had gone to the bathroom?”

Uraraka diverted her gaze in shame, her already rosy cheeks burned an embarrassed shade of red. “Yeah.” She muttered under her breath. “But it’s the truth. And even if you don’t believe that, please believe me when I say: that I’ve been sorry everyday since.”

A suspicious wriggle squirmed in Miku’s gut as she observed the anxious brunette. “What brought this on, Uraraka? Did something happen?”

The woman’s wide eyed gaze snapped back up at her, and for a moment she looked like a dear caught in headlights.

“Did...Katsuki put you up to this?”

“No!” Then in a softer voice, she parroted: “no. This was a long time coming. I should have always...Miku...” she sighed, and Miku could see her gathering herself mentally. “I was inconsiderate of your feelings. It’s not enough to just be sorry or say sorry. I wanted to show you that I’m sorry too.”

She slid her phone towards Miku. There was an email addressed to Katsuki’s business email.

“I put in my letter of resignation this morning.”

“You,” Miku’s eyes widened as she glanced between the email and back at Uraraka. “Uraraka...I don’t...”

“I don’t expect you to accept my apology, Miku,” the woman interjected, “but I do want you To know just how sorry I am.”

She slipped from her chair to kneel at Miku’s feet, bowing deeply.

“I’m truly sorry, Miku.”

The winged woman was stunned silent. Unsure of what to do or say.

After a moment longer, Uraraka stood. She sat back in her seat looking tired and sullen.

Miku sighed. “To be honest, Ochako...I‘m...kind of sorry too.”

“Wha?” Uraraka looked shocked. “You have nothing to be sorry for I was the one who-“

“No,” Miku snapped. “Not you on your own. You were the third party in the bedroom. Yes, it was fucked up that you and Katsuki kept going while I—even though we had said—“ she choked on the words before switching gears. “But, really, I directed most of my anger towards you when Katsuki is the one I’m in a relationship with. Katsuki should have been the one honoring the boundaries we established, and he didn’t.”

Dammit. She was choking again. Why did it hurt so bad? She had wanted the threesome too...right? She had been just as excited for it. So why...

Uraraka gave Miku a sympathetic look, and hesitantly reached out to touch her hand. The gesture was awkward and unsure, but gentle and sincere. Miku flinched, but didn’t move away.

“But it was easier to blame you. Easier to be mad at you than him because-“

“You love him.” The woman said gently.

A shaky sigh escaped Miku and she blinked away the tears threatening to fall.

“Miku, it’s not my place to say this. In fact, I’m probably the last person who should say this, but...you’re a good woman. You’re sweet and caring and I feel like you’re the type of person who loves with all their heart, but if you aren’t getting that type of love in return, then...you should leave the relationship. It’s easier said than done, but you deserve to have peace of mind in your relationship. And I-I hope I’m not overstepping my boundaries by saying this.”

She could only stare down at the soft, manicured hand against her own as a slew of emotions overwhelmed her. Miku hadn’t even realized she had been crying until another pretty hand was dabbing her tears away with a cute pink hankie.

Uraraka wiped her face gently. A soft, sympathetic little smile resting on her face as she looked at Miku.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry about that too.”

Miku shook her head. “I-I didn’t mean to-I-I’m...gosh.” She dabbed at her own eyes and giggled, awkwardly. “Damn. I didn’t come here expecting to cry today.”

The brunette laughed too.

“Uraraka,” Miku covered the woman’s hand with her other one. “Thank you...for the apology.” She held out a hand. “Truce?”

The woman grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle shake. “Truce.” She smiled back.

A pregnant pause hung in the air as the women let the heaviness of the moment pass. Finally, Miku let out a deep, relieved sigh.

Uraraka chuckled. “Well! I would say now is a good time for a drink!”