dino hoshi threesome
i've never seen this pairing (i think) and i think it could be fun to see them try to one-up each other
maybe roommate au, if you feel like it - but i'm ok with anything !
Pairing: chan x fem!reader x soonyoung
Genre: smut, slight crack
Word count: 3.7
tags: roommates au, hook up!chan, hookup!soonyoung, soonchan banter, daddy kink, pet names (princess), degradation, praise kink, face sitting, unproetcted sex, blow jobs, fingering, double vaginal penetration, brief anal play, clit slaping, brief choking
Summary: Two hookups from two different nights are now your roommates and they don’t want the other one knowing to not make anymore weird than it needs to be. Eventually the true comes out when they’re both asking for seconds.
author note: enjoy, bee being fucked up again
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You have as much casual sex as the next person and never consider it a problem in how you lived your life. Not until recently anyway.
Turns out your hook-up from January 20th was not only friends with the one from January 23rd, but they’re roommates. But not just roommates, no, they’re your new roommates.
You remember sitting there surprised meeting them at their apartment. Their familiar attractive faces stare back at you like both had just seen a ghost, but invite you in for the roommate interview anyway. You keep your composure, ignoring the fact you’ve seen look how their naked bodies and dicks looked before you’ve ever stepped foot in their residence, and answer relevant questions as promptly as possible. Playing up as a good roommate was always the plan, but now you just had to do without thinking about–wait no. Place and time.
January 23rd, you remember his name now is Chan, excuses himself to the restroom leaving you with January 20, Soonyoung. There’s a moment of silence before you exchange awkward smiles, tension stilling the room until breathing doesn’t even get to be an option. Most of the topics have been covered and seems you’ve done it well enough, but the thought weighs on your mind whether that mattered given your history.
You break down the facade, facing him with an earnest expression. “Look if this is gonna be weird—“
“We both think you’re the best candidate out of the applicants we have.”
You blink back at him, the wind knocked out of your lungs. “Really?”
He has a genuine smile on his face, nodding back at you with almost a look of gratitude. He noticeably leans over more comfortably, a weight lifted off his shoulders. “Yeah, I get we’ve hooked up, but he doesn't have to know, and we really, really need to stay on this lease. Rental is absolutely brutal right now, please. We can just live together like nothing happened.”
You’re not sure how you got this lucky, but something in you told you to hold back from revealing you slept with Chan too, so you kept that to yourself. Instead, you quickly made arrangements with him there and set sound ground rules on the contract. You seal the process with a few initials, a few signatures, and finally a handshake. His hand was flushed, firm, and reliable, shocking you with a flash memory of the night you met Soonyoung, and pull away the second it feel like you lingered too long.
“Thanks, Soonyoung.”
He puts the hand he shook with in his pocket, smiling in a friendly manner before pulling Chan towards the center of the room after the younger man had finished up whatever he needed in the restroom. “Chan can explain some things to you while you’re still here. I’d help but I was already cutting close with another appointment I have. See you tomorrow, roomie!”
Soonyoung could not get out of this place fast enough. Now you’re alone with yet another man you whom you’ve had a brief history with. Unlike Soonyoung, Chan doesn't showcase the same feelings already offering to show you around the amenities included as if he was a realtor you met the first time today. Maybe that’ll make things easier.
He tours you in the kitchen first, mentioning something about “plenty of pantry space” because they “mostly eat out anyway,” besides the weekly homemade dinners, which he mentions would be fun with an extra person to help again. You could only be so lucky not to be stuck with dealing with cooking all on your own.
Chan must’ve seen your burdened expression and he quickly comes to defense by saying they’d do the heavy lifting the first few dinners for whoever moves in. after that would be a more even distributed effort. You express your gratitude with a smile. “You guys sound really accommodating. That was one of the issues I had with my previous living arrangement and things like cleaning. They were so hard to get through.”
“Really? I wouldn’t have thought that since it was clean the last time I was there.”
You shoot your eyes open, rather flustered at how easily he brought it up while arousal churned your stomach at the memory. You cross your arms scoffing, attempting to play it off nonchalantly, “Well, no thanks to them. I’m good at keeping things tidy.”
“Makes you a pretty ideal person to live with then.”
“I hope so.” You shrug.
“So…you’re moving in?” There’s a hopeful gleam in his eyes as a smile turns up at a corner mischievously.
You nod. “Soonyoung convinced me.”
“Good. That’s great. You were our first choice.”
“So, you don’t think it’ll be weird with, you know?”
“As long as we keep it between us. I’m sure it’ll be fine. Plus, it’ll be nice to get to know you with clothes on.”
You best not let that last comment get to you. You ignore how it makes you feel in the pit of your stomach, how it felt like to have him stretch you open, and god, were you needing these days to be stretched open.You letting out an airy chuckle before ignoring the words with clenched legs as he’s showing you off the rest of the apartment. He mentions some things like the shower needs a few seconds to get hot, the balcony being teh best place to get a breather, and the last roommate had something going on before deciding to leave, soon concluding your tour.
He walks you towards the entry way, leaving between you a healthy distance. The ceiling lamp aboves you flickers, cascading the side of his faces with shadows ever so aethetically. He is picture perfect and it makes you want to capture his face and hang it up on a wall for all of eternity. “I guess, I’ll see you tomorrow right?”
“Yeah, be by with some of my stuff.”
“Alright, let me have your phone.” You give it to him, briefly brushing against his hand, and he starts typing in his number before a text tone went off in his pocket and handing you back your phone. “Text me when you come by, and I’ll help you bring your stuff in.”
“I appreciate that.”
“I appreciate you being so prompt with a response.”
There’s that devastatingly charming smile that lured you into bed months ago. He steps forward cautiously as if accessing the situation. Your breath hitches the closer he closes in and you take notice of how his eyes roam over your body, mentally undressing you.
“Maybe after I help with you other things as well,” he implies suggestively.
“Maybe,” you entertain, despite your better judgment of knowing how bad of an idea it’d be.
And in the nick of time, Soonyoung is home, opening the door, forcing you to leave and come back the next day with heavy thoughts in your mind.
The weeks go on more unorthodox than you predicted. While settling in, you indulge in a bit of roommate bonding: group dinners, laughing at Soonyoung’s outbursts, listening to Chan ramble about random topics before he loses his train of thought, and all while avoiding sexually charged situations. Most of those objectives go smoothly, with the exception of the last bit, making you teh text-book definition of blue-balled.
Most of those cases involved mainly Chan, who somehow knew how to turn any situation alone into moments of temptation. He exhibited several light touches, intimate whispers, and purposeful body contact (exhibit a: feeling how his obvious bulge digs into your back as he reaches for something on the top shelf). You know it’s all on purpose and yet there isn’t an atom in your very being to get you to stop it.
Other cases were Soonyoung, who does them seemingly unintentionally, getting himself into blush-inducing situations that could only get him in more trouble than prepared for. This included the classic “doing laundry with you and tripping, toppling on top of each other over folding fitted sheets”. The innocent glint in his eyes shifts completely, warranting a momentary look of visceral lustn, until he’s rolling away like a loose hot dog before he rejects succumbing to such thoughts.
So far, things have yet to escalate despite the incidents, that is until Chan mixed up Soonyoung’s work schedule.
“Hey, any problem with me coming in?”
“Oh, no. By all means.”
You hold your legs to your knees underneath your blanket and set your book aside near your lamp light. Chan smiles at your inviting demeanor as his weight dips into the bed near your feet. Deceiving you with innocuous warmth in his eyes.“Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“Nothing important. What’s up?”
“Just wondering how you like it so far. Hopefully, we’ve made you feel welcome. At least in my case.”
“I think both of you have done a good job of doing that.”
“That’s good to hear, but you know,” he scoots closer, “you can tell us–me–anything. We’re accommodating remember?”
His body reels in your direction, radiating a radioactive heat.
You swallow a moan about to errupt. “Of course.”
“Then tell me, what’s getting you all worked up right now?”
You blink at him, lightly scoffing at such an assumption. “What? Nothing. What makes you think that?”
His grin. His cocky, condescending grin. Goodness, gracious. “The tremble in your voice, like you were caught doing something you shouldn’t have.”
“You saw me, Chan. I was reading.”
You immediately try to hide the book he reaches out for, only to have it pried from your grasp. “Twisted games? Wonder what kind of games those are.”
You snatch away before he can look over at the synopsis, and one way or another, he buries his bare palms in the mattress on either side of you, locking you in his grasp. The air is charged in that familair way. Your eyes staring back at each other with shallow breaths, and lewd highs, before the collision of your lips. He climbs on top of you, legs cradling your sides as his fingers run through the back of your head.
His name comes on in soft, needy whispers, to which you feel the permanent cocky smile against your lips. “I bet you’ve been waiting for me to do that, huh?”
“Just shut up and kiss me again,” you answer impatiently before pulling right back where he needed to be.
Chan makes himself familiar on your body like he’s never left, moving one hand up your shirt and the other down your pants. His digits find precisely what he expects: your heat sopping between his pads, practically begging to be touched. “You’re soaked, princess.” He runs himself over your folds then through your slick slit, a thin film of aroused viscosity coating him. “Should Daddy make you feel good like last time again?”
That’s when the unexpected occurs: a knock at your bedroom door. “Hey, can we talk?”
Chan's eyes shoot open like saucers, no sign of his once cool demeanor. “Soonyoung,” he whispers aggressively, “I thought he was working!”
“It’s Wednesday!”
“Shit.”
“Covers now.”
He opens the flap of your blanket before crawling inside and laying between your legs, letting you catch that small smile on his face before he disappears from sight. You fluff Chan’s figure out like he’s a pillow and pile on the blankets and pillows in attempt to camouflage. “S-sure, Soonyoung!”
The outsider enters unsuspectingly, only noticing how much you’ve bundled yourself without thinking much of it. “Oh, you look cozy.”
“Was gonna turn in soon, ha. What’s up, Soon-y-young?”As you ask that, you can feel Chan’s fingers in and out of you, the pressure of his thumb over your clit burning your core enticingly.
Soonyoung makes himself come to the edge of your bed, practicing his breathing to get out the words he’s held in that only gets truer the longer you share the same space. “I wanted to be honest with you.”
“Mmh?”
Now Chan is shoving himself knuckles deep, curling his digits in a method, and has your toes flexed. You clench around him, holding back gasps, all while keeping tight-lipped smile.
“I was really careful about letting things escalate, but I don’t think I shouldn’t bottle my feelings up anymore.”
You’re forcing out these inappropriate thoughts. Forcing out the sensation of Chan practically ruining you in the middle of Soonyoung’s heartfelt speech. You’re overwhelmed with guilt but at this point, guilt and thrill became all the same.
“I know I said we should keep it a secret but, I think we should tell Chan.” The devil himself halts all movement, his ears now on high alert. “Because I think I like you and I want to make us a thing—“
“Like hell, you will!”
Chan rises from the depth of the pillow mountain and stares back at his roommate with much sustenance. The older man jumps at the abrupt appearance of his other roommate, taken aback being an understatement of what he’s feeling at the moment. “Chan?”
“You can turn yourself around and try again in 500 business days.”
“How are you—why are you—WHAT IS THAT DOING THERE?”
Soonyoung refers to the hand down your pants with an accusatory finger darted in its direction. Chan snorts, “Why this,” he shoves himself inside you at a jarring pace, causing your fingers to dig in the sheets, “I’m fulfilling my princess's filthy wishes. Plus I was here first.”
Soonyoung scoffs. “I got her months ago, kid. Keep up.”
“So did I. This isn’t new for me, as you can tell by how much of a mess she is for me.”
“Oh really? I met her in January.”
“Oh yeah, when? Because so did I.”
“20th.”
“Fuck.”
“Ha-ha, bitch! I win!”
“Oh yeah, who’s the one with the busy fingers?”
You can only take up so much more of the childish banter until you’re interrupting them with a guttural moan. “Please stop…and fuck me already.”
“What? Who? Both of us?” If Soonyoung was a game character, he’d have an exclamation point popping out of his head now.
“Are you seriously asking to have both of us?” Chan interjects. By his facial expression, you could’ve confused him for being offended, but Chan doesn’t stop the terror of his fingers, only thrusting in faster, your pussy squelching from the vicious ooze. “Needy little princess wants to be stuffed with two cocks, hmm?”
Soonyoung may have been late to the party but the appetizer was absolutely to die for. You’re soaking through your shorts, sweat now noticeably pilling from the forehead, and Soonyoung can’t believe he didn’t realize it earlier. In any other situation, he’d be offended. But when you respond to Chan with a “Yes, daddy,” and he realizes he’s not so easily intimidated.
Your pants now abandoned to the side of the room left space for Chan’s face while you’re seated against it, and he can’t help but get lost between your legs like a found treasure. His moans vibrate through your core, his fingers are drenched, and your arousal seeping from your cunt stream down his face and neck, soaking through your sheets.
Your legs are shaking, overwhelmed to the point of pulling away, only to have Chan pull you back against his mouth through sheer force. His jaw is restless in his venture, and his tongue, like a joystick, moves with purpose, ebbing every one of your precious whines and whimpers. You cry out when the muscle circles around your clit, his chin splitting between your folds and prods at your moisture.
You double over in anguish, breaking away from the salty-sweet taste of Soonyoung’s cock before he pushes it back inside your mouth, gripping you by the strands of your hair. “Who told you to stop taking my cock?”
Your tongue covers his base, running along the veins of his shaft as you bobbed, getting louder as he thrusts inside you. Your eyes stare back at him wide and submissive, batting your lashes when you feel him hit the back of your throat, meanwhile your hands or wet in a mix of saliva and precum, wet noises and gagging becoming as melodious as real music. “Mmh, get my dick wet just like that while Chan gets your pussy wet and juicy to put our cocks in? Hmm? Take our cocks like our perfect slutty roommate?”
You nod, trembling as Chan clutches you firmly, hands against your ass as he moves so that you rub against his mouth. Soonyoung revels in your body language. From the clench of your hips to the sway of your breasts, he’s simply in awe at your perfection. His hands your breasts, feeling them spill out between his fingers before squeezing your hardened peaks between his fingerprints, pinching at their sensitivity, and you clench your abdomen at the sensation.
In that second, you release yourself in Chan, your cum traveling in hot streams as they flood his gums. His tongue laps every bit. Taken by your scent, he buries his nose until it feels like he’s envisioning stars in an empty sky, heart pulsing a million times a minute. When you finish, he parts from your folds, his lips separating in glistening translucent strands before climbing out from under you to replace Soonyoung’s cock with himself, pushing your load back inside you.
“Hey!”
The heat of his tongue flusters you, having you gush and melt around him, feeling his hand slip down you wait as his hand finds your ass before squeezing. Chan parts from your lips in chuckles, those clear ribbons stretching from your mouth to his, he caresses your head before speaking to his long-time roommate. “She needed to taste that. Show him, princess.”
He shoves you Soonyoung’s way and soon the other man understands exactly what the younger man meant. Like Ambrosia, your cum is addictive on your tongue, sweet and rich, he feels as if you embodied everything sex and he couldn’t have enough. On the other hand, Chan props you on all fours, your round ass pointed in his direction, and he finds the rest of your arousal from behind. His tongue tickles your puckered rim, wetting it as his fingers tether to your clit and rubbing it against his fingertips
He kisses flushed skin, fingers gliding over your slit, aggressively devouring you with teeth and all. “Daddy loves this cunt of yours princess…mmh…Both your holes are so perfect,” He spanks your plush flesh, sighing feeling you jump underneath him. “Soonyoung get underneath her.”
The spell of sex is so strong when Soonyoung mindlessly obeys. His hands glide over your sides, peppering kisses all over your face before pulling your hips towards him. Those kisses help in hushing your screams when Chan pulls out his cock, the head rubbing against your moisture before it fills you inch by inch. You clench around him, burying your face in Sonyoung’s shoulder as you get stretched open.
Chan grins, landing strokes loud enough to sound off in another room, pounding you deep without remorse. “So tight…but you can take me, baby. I know you can.”
“Such a good girl,” Soonyoung encouragingly coos in your ear, pebbling your skin all over in goosebumps. “Whose pussy is that, hmm?”
Your breath hitches, seizing at every slap of skin, both from Chan's lap and palm. Your nails dig into Soonyoung’s shoulder, your lips grazing his neck. “It’s your pussy, it’s both your fucking pussy—shit…”
You press your waist against Soonyoung, waves of arousal contracting shorter the faster Chan pitches his tent inside you. Without clear warning, Soonyoung finds his place in your walls, right between you and Chan. Your jaw falls, bellowing out an obnoxiously loud laughter of disbelief until it melts into aggressive pleads, screaming, “yes, yes” and “just like that, fuck me,” until their mismatched rhythm gradually evens out.
Chan pulls you against his chest, having you pound against him and simultaneously bouncing away on Soonyoung. You reunite with Chan’s kiss as he’s slapping at your clit like a sadist teh stinging bringing buckles knees as you asked for more. His smile, unbearably beautiful yet evil, burns your skin like a gas stove. Your chest rapidly rises and falls, feeling your eyes flutter the back of your skull as another wave of arousal hits.
Your eyes dart to Soonyoung, drinking in his shapely body that glistens in sweat you’d lick off in heat or snow before meeting his dizzy gaze framed in sweat-dampened hair. You moan down at him, calling his name as his hands roam up your body. “You look fucking breathtaking…” he says stealing the words right from your mouth. “You’re gonna cum for us, baby?”
You whine, fingers curling up in frustration as you high keep going in going with no break, amplified by being crushed against Chan’s toned chest and abdomen until your breathing comes out in a staccato rhythm.
“Do it, just for us. We want you to cum around our cocks like the good slutty girl we know you are.” Soonyoung eggs.
“S-soon…”
Chan's hand clamps over your neck, lips fanning hot breath on your ear as puts pressure on your neck. You gasp for life, groans in the depth of your throat erupting followed by the pool of lust in your stomach. “Do it, princess. Daddy wants to see you make a mess…”
“Daddy, I don’t know–ah–overstimulated–”
“That’s no excuse, princess. Cum. Cum like a princess is meant to.”
Emotions are heightened by their thrusts, filling your orifices with not only themself but pure saturated euphoria. You contract, swallowing your moans and salvia, thighs rubbing helplessly as you let the wave reach its peak and dissipate, having been followed up by the rush of being filled to the brim with their sweet release. You ram down on Soonyoung’s length to trap the load, by the weakness in your legs causes you to fall against him, meeting his lips serendipitously in a tender, relieving kiss.
“You’re incredible, you know that?” he says in a hushed voice.
“We,” Chan takes a moment to catch his breath, “We’re doing this again. All of us.”
You softly smile before pulling Chan down in the pile, cuddling harmoniously until it dawns on all of you the desperately needed shower. Then, you’re all over each other again. And again. And again. This is going to be one hell of a living arrangement.
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