double, double, toil, and trouble
chan has a new idea that he’s interested in trying out: a threesome. but only under one condition: he keeps who the third is as a surprise. after all, he only has your best interest at heart.
pairing: bang chan + lee felix x reader wc: 7.9k tags: smut with a little plot, established relationship (chan/you). dom!chan, switch!felix, sub!reader. slight homoerotic tension if you squint my entry to the ever so lovely larie’s kinktober for october 21st, thank you for having me 🖤 @breakmeoff
𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: double penetration | sensory deprivation | temperature play
you and chan had always built your relationship on the sort of foundation where no fantasy was too strange to name. your bond thrived on honesty, on the kind of communication that made even the wildest ideas safe to propose. chan was endlessly inventive, always turning, the train never sleeping. his suggestions had led you down paths that were thrilling, daring, and unforgettable. when he said to brace yourself, it was never an empty phrase.
still, nothing prepared you for the way he leaned back in his chair at the dinner table one night, wine glass in hand, voice deceptively casual.
“i want to feel what it’s like to have two cocks inside you at the same time,” he opened, tone the same as if he were asking about a current work project.
the fork slipped in your hand, clattering against the plate. you blinked at him, throat tightening around a breath you forgot to take. what…?
his lips curled into a slow, devious smile, the kind that meant he had thought about this for longer than he would ever admit. “don’t act so surprised,” he murmured. “you’ve let me drag you into stranger things. besides—” his eyes glinted, deliberate, knowing “—i have someone in mind already.”
your stomach knotted at the implication, heat rushing beneath your skin. the idea carried a different kind of ache, soft and dangerous. you tried to swallow, but your mouth had gone dry.
“chan… um… who are you thinking of…?” your voice was thin, uncertain. you weren’t exactly sure how to respond to him.
“i want that to be a surprise. don’t worry, it’s not a stranger, you know him quite well. you know i wouldn’t put you through anything i know you wouldn’t enjoy.”
he reached across the table, brushing his thumb over your wrist with the calmest affection, as if he had not just tilted your entire world off its axis. “think about it,” he said softly. “your body trembling, stretched too full, nowhere to run. and—” his tone darkened, velvet-rough “—i know who i’m thinking of will take just as much pleasure in it as i will.”
the image was enough to make you press your thighs together beneath the table, shame mixing with anticipation. chan noticed—of course he noticed. his smirk deepened, his hand squeezing your wrist once before letting go.
“there’s no need to rush, take your time,” he promised, voice lower now, more intimate. “but i want you to imagine it. how it will feel. when you’ve made up your mind, you let me know, okay baby? you’re always allowed to say no, always.”
“okay chan, i trust you. i'll think about it.”
dinner carried on from there, conversation shifting away from his proposal to his developments in the studio. but his words never left your mind.
in the following days, chan’s words followed you like a phantom, curling through your thoughts at odd moments, sparking heat low in your stomach whenever your mind wandered. it was not just the act itself that consumed you, but the secrecy of who he had in mind. every time he spoke to the other boys, every time laughter drifted through the apartment on nights they visited, you caught yourself wondering. which one? whose hands, whose voice, whose cock pressing alongside chan’s? the unknown was maddening.
chan, however, seemed perfectly at ease. if anything, he was calmer, carrying himself with the smug serenity of a man who knew he had planted a seed and was simply waiting for it to grow.
one evening, after you had gone to bed early, chan lingered in the living room with his laptop open but untouched. his phone buzzed, a new message lighting the screen. a smile flickered across his face before he typed back quickly: you free to come over tomorrow? need to talk.
felix arrived the next afternoon while you weren’t home.
“so… this is what you wanted to talk about?” felix’s voice was low, cautious, though his wide eyes betrayed curiosity. he shifted on the couch beside chan, fiddling with the ring on his finger.
chan nodded, leaning back with the same deceptive casualness he had used with you at the dinner table. “yeah. i meant it. i want you with us.”
felix blinked, lips parting. “are you… serious?”
“do i look like i’m joking?” chan’s grin was devilish, but his tone softened. “i wouldn’t even bring this up if i didn’t think she’d be open to it. i know her, lix. she’s considering it already, even if she’s pretending she needs more time. and you—” he tilted his head, studying felix with intent “—you’ve thought about it too, haven’t you?”
felix’s ears turned pink, and he quickly looked down, but he made no move to deny it.
chan chuckled, patting his knee. “i knew it. you don’t need to worry about her reaction. when the time comes, she won’t know it’s you until you want her to. i’ll blindfold her. all she’ll feel is the two of us filling her until she’s begging.”
felix exhaled sharply, his adam’s apple bobbing. “fuck…”
“exactly.” chan smirked, lowering his voice. “we’ll take it slow. build her up, draw it out… she’ll be so desperate by the time we give her both of us, she’ll fall apart.”
felix sat forward, elbows braced on his knees, the nervous energy in him almost palpable. he kept twisting his ring around his finger, a restless tick chan had noticed countless times before. only now, it felt charged—like a confession about to be dragged out.
“i don’t want to mess this up,” felix admitted finally, his voice hushed. “i mean… it’s one thing to think about it, but another to actually…” his words trailed off into silence.
chan watched him with steady calm, lips curving into that maddeningly knowing smile. “that’s exactly why i thought of you,” he said. “because you care enough to worry about messing it up. you’ll be careful with her. you’ll listen to me, and you’ll listen to her. that’s all i ask.”
felix’s gaze flicked up, caught off guard by the simple conviction in chan’s tone. the sincerity. “you really trust me with her like that?”
“of course i do. i would hardly even consider anyone else. i know you, lix. i know you’ve thought about her the same way i have.”
felix flushed crimson, but again, he didn’t deny it. the silence that followed was its own kind of confession, and chan let it hang before leaning closer, voice dropping.
“listen carefully,” chan began, almost clinical in his precision. “when it happens, she’ll be blindfolded. she’ll not know it’s you. she’ll know at some point, but not at first. that takes the pressure off. she only has to focus on feeling. no distractions, no overthinking.” he tapped his temple lightly. “every touch will feel sharper, more overwhelming.”
felix’s breathing had gone shallow, his lips parted in silent focus.
chan went on smoothly. “i’ll be controlling the pacing, and you follow my lead. if i say stop, you stop. if she says stop, you stop. do you understand?”
felix nodded quickly, almost eager. “yeah. i get it.”
chan’s smirk deepened. “good boy.”
the praise lit something dangerous in felix’s eyes—embarrassment, yes, but also hunger. he shifted uncomfortably on the couch, pressing his knees together like he could hide the effect the conversation alone was having on him.
chan leaned back, satisfied. “we can do whatever we want, really, if you want, we can deny her until she’s crying for it. edge her, tease her, let her drown in it. when she’s begging—really begging—that’s when we give her what she wants. she knows to say no when it’s too much, and that’s the beauty of it—the trust is there for us to keep her safe.”
felix exhaled a shaky laugh, running a hand through his hair. “you make it sound so easy.”
“it’s not easy,” chan replied, his voice suddenly stern. “it’s just controlled. that’s the difference. we don’t just take what we want—we orchestrate it. she trusts me, and through me, she’ll trust you. don’t forget that.”
felix swallowed hard, then nodded again, this time with more resolve. “i won’t.”
chan’s expression softened for the first time that night, and he clapped a reassuring hand to felix’s shoulder. “good. then when the time comes, we’ll both make sure it’s unforgettable. want something to drink?”
in the days that followed blurred together, his words threaded through the quiet moments of your routine. at night, when you lay beside him, you found yourself replaying the way he had said it—so casually, as if it were already inevitable. your body betrayed you; every time your mind touched the thought of it, heat stirred low in your gut.
finally, one evening, you exhaled the decision you had been circling around for days. “chan?”
he hummed in reply, arm draped lazily over your waist as he nestled behind you on the couch.
“i… want to try it, the threesome,” your voice was smaller than you intended, but the words were solid, undeniable.
his arm tightened around you instantly, his chest pressing firmer against your back. “mmh, yeah?” his voice was gentle, though the underlying current of satisfaction was impossible to miss.
“yeah,” you breathed, cheeks warming. “i just can’t stop thinking about it. the way you described it… i want it. i just have a question.”
“of course, what is it?”
“it’s not someone i wouldn’t want, right?”
“i understand the hesitancy around not knowing who it is in such an intimate context… but trust me, i know you’ll like who it is. you both are close.”
chan turned you in his arms until you were facing him, eyes dark but careful. “and listen to me, baby. this only works if you feel completely safe. i won’t go through with anything unless you agree to every part.”
you nodded quickly, but he wasn’t finished.
“it stays the same,” he reminded you, tone firm now. “if you say no, everything stops—no hesitation, no questions. you can change your mind at any point, and we’ll stop.” his thumb brushed your cheek as his eyes searched yours. “you understand?”
“i understand.”
“good.” his lips quirked, though his voice stayed serious. “there will be rules. i’ll be in control. i’ll tell him what to do, when to touch, how far to go. if anything feels wrong, you call out as soon as you feel off. i will handle it. your comfort comes before our pleasure, always.”
a shiver traced down your spine—not from fear, but from the dominance in his words. you thrived on the fact that he was handling everything for you. that he knew everything of what to say and do to ensure you’d enjoy yourself. the command in his tone only sharpened the ache curling inside you.
“and…” chan’s mouth ghosted over your ear, his whisper roughened now, “i’ll blindfold you. take away sight so all you have left is touch. you’ll feel every inch of us. and you’ll only see us in your mind.”
your breath stuttered out, thighs pressing together as he chuckled low.
“but none of it happens,” he said, pulling back enough to meet your gaze again, “until you tell me, clearly, that this is what you want.”
you swallowed hard, pulse pounding in your ears, before whispering, “i want it. i want to be had by both of you.”
the groan that tore softly from chan’s throat was answer enough. he kissed you, slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, his hand sliding into your hair, gripping at the roots as though to brand the moment into your skin. when he pulled back, his eyes were molten, but his voice stayed steady.
“good girl,” he murmured, his thumb brushing your swollen lower lip. “then leave the rest to me.”
you nodded, heart hammering. the promise in his tone wrapped around you like silk—warm, gentle, and grounding.
tonight was the night.
chan kissed you the way he always did when he wanted to set the world aside and anchor you to him—gentle at first, lips moving with a patience that lulled your body into soft surrender. his thumb brushed over your cheekbone, steady and warm, while his other hand traced idly along your thigh, not demanding, just reminding you he was there, everywhere.
he broke the kiss only to breathe against your mouth, words feathering over your lips. “you’re so beautiful tonight.” his tone was velvet, hushed and sure, carrying no rush, only certainty.
the bed dipped as he leaned closer, his palm gliding down your arm until his fingers threaded with yours. “before we go any further,” he murmured, eyes dark and intent, “i want to hear you say it again. are you sure about this, baby?”
your pulse quickened under his gaze, but the answer rose clear, unwavering. “i’m sure, chan. i trust you.”
his lips curved, proud and molten, and he kissed you once more, deeper this time, stealing the air from your lungs until you forgot where nervousness ended and anticipation began.
“good girl,” he whispered against your mouth, the praise reverberating through your chest like a spark caught to flame.
when he finally pulled back, you heard the faint rasp of fabric, the shift of a drawer sliding open. you turned instinctively, only for chan to smile, holding something between his fingers. the silk draped dark and soft.
“lift your chin,” he instructed gently.
your breath hitched, and still—you obeyed.
the world slipped into darkness.
the blindfold settled snug across your eyes, and with it the world dissolved. every sound sharpened—the soft exhale of chan’s breath, the rustle of fabric as he adjusted on the bed.
then, his weight shifted away. the mattress eased as he rose, his footsteps retreating across the floor. a soft creak of hinges followed, the faintest draft whispering over your skin as the door opened.
there was a bubbling silence.
your heart climbed higher in your chest, the blindfold magnifying every beat, every flicker of breath.
and then—footsteps. different this time. each step was slower, measured. they were weighted in a way that wasn;t chan.
the door clicked shut, and the sound alone sent a shiver racing down your spine. the air felt thicker, charged, the anticipation nearly unbearable.
chan’s presence returned at your side, his hand grounding on your left thigh, thumb stroking lazily as though to soothe the racing pulse beneath your skin. his voice came low, warm, intimate—but no longer meant for you alone.
“good. you came just like we talked about. close the door behind you… that’s it. now, come here. she’s a little nervous, but not in a bad way. she likes it.”
the mattress dipped on your right under new weight, unfamiliar yet careful, and your breath caught. the world was still black, and that made it worse—made it sharper.
chan brushed a kiss against your left temple, his tone deliberate. “relax, baby. you’re safe. i’m riight here.”
the mattress dipped further as the new presence shifted closer, and you bit down on your lip, every nerve alight.
chan’s hand slid reassuringly along your arm, grounding you before he spoke again, his tone smooth and commanding. “give me your hand,” he said—not to you this time. the scrape of skin against skin followed, and then chan was guiding, placing.
a warmth pressed suddenly against your right thigh—a little smaller and tentative, and not chan’s. your breath hitched.
“there,” chan murmured, satisfaction lacing his voice. “just like that. feel how soft she is? i love her thighs. now keep your hand steady.”
your skin burned where that foreign palm rested, the heat of it a brand against your trembling muscles. you wanted desperately to see, to know—but the blindfold denied you the privilege, leaving only sensation, only sound.
“she’s shivering,” chan observed, amusement curling through his words. “do you feel that?”
a pause, then the faintest shift of fingers pressing more firmly into your thigh. the smallest sound escaped you—half gasp, half whimper.
“good,” chan hummed. “she likes it. don’t be afraid to move higher… slowly.”
the hand obeyed, sliding inch by inch up the length of your thigh, dragging fire in its wake.
chan’s palm stayed anchored on your other leg, his voice still the constant thread tying everything together. “that’s it. gentle. she’s yours to explore tonight, but you’ll follow my lead. understand?”
a sharp, swallowed breath sucked into the other’s lungs through his teeth reverberates in your head.
you swore you could feel the faint tremor in his touch, the hesitance threaded with hunger. the hand lingered on your thigh, hot and unsure, and you found yourself straining toward it, your body greedy despite your nerves.
chan chuckled lowly, catching the shift of your hips, “so eager for us already. patience, baby. you’ll get what you want eventually. don’t touch until i tell you to, alright?”
after you nodded, his hand left your leg, and you heard the soft scrape of something against glass, the faint clink of ice from the nightstand tray. a beat later, the world shifted.
…something cold?
a sharp, biting chill touched down just below your collarbone, and you gasped aloud, body jerking at the contrast. the cube trailed slowly over your skin, water dripping, chasing rivulets down between your breasts. you could feel goosebumps from the chill arise from under your flesh.
chan’s satisfaction was audible. “hear that? every nerve in her body lit up from one touch. imagine what else we can do.”
you arched, blindfold forcing you to live inside every sensation. your skin burned where the ice had passed, goosebumps chasing its trail.
“here,” chan’s voice guided, firmer now. “take this.” you heard the faint crack of ice between fingers, then felt it—a second chill ghosting over your thigh this time, more clumsy and slower.
you whimpered, thighs jerking from the chill involuntarily.
chan’s laugh was wicked against your ear. “she likes it. see how she squirms for you? keep dragging it… higher, just a little.”
the cube shifted up, toward the crease where thigh met hip, and you keened, the sensitivity of the skin meeting such biting chills in the best way possible.
“god, listen to her,” chan breathed, somewhere between smug and reverent. “she’s probably soaking already. all from your hand on her a little ice.”
the ice dragged higher, melting fast, the rivulets slipping over sensitive skin until you couldn’t tell where cold ended and heat began. your hips bucked, desperate for friction, a sound breaking loose from your throat that was closer to a plea than you meant it to be.
your hands twitched before you could stop them, rising from the sheets in search of chan, of something to hold.
you barely made it halfway before his voice cut sharp. “ah— nuh-uh.” his grip caught your wrist, firm, unyielding.
your breath stuttered. “chan—”
“you know the rule.” his tone dipped, velvet and steel at once. “you don’t touch unless i tell you to. i warned you.”
he let your wrist fall back to the mattress, but only for a moment. then came the brush of something soft, strange, across your skin—like fur, fleeting, teasing.
“what’s… that?” you whispered, nerves curling through the blindfold’s darkness.
chan only chuckled, the sound dark, dangerous. the next sensation was colder, harder—the faintest drag of metal against your arm.
click.
your pulse spiked.
“chan what are—?”
his lips ghosted your ear, his breath warm while the metal cinched tighter around your wrist. “handcuffs, baby.”
another click followed, indicative of your other wrist taken just as easily, secured above your head. the final tug of the chain against the headboard left you breathless. the loss of two senses—sight and touch—drove you mad. the mystery of what could happen rose your desperation for more infinitely.
chan kissed the corner of your mouth, sweet even as he bound you completely. “you wanted to touch when you weren’t supposed to,” he whispered, voice soaking in all self indulgent cruelty. “so now you can’t touch at all.”
the air was thick with heat and the faint clink of metal. your pulse pounded against the silk at your temples, the blindfold pressing soft darkness into your vision.
chan’s voice came first—low, controlled, the kind that drew obedience like gravity. “now. she’s ready for you. start slow. learn her with your hands.”
the bed shifted as felix moved closer, each sound amplified in the dark. you could hear his breath before you felt him—unsteady, caught somewhere between awe and restraint.
then his fingers brushed your stomach. it was tentative at first, almost reverent. the pads of his fingertips traced upward in trembling lines, mapping skin as though he had never touched before. you could feel the faint drag of calluses, the heat of him, the air tightening in his lungs when you shivered beneath him.
“see?” chan murmured, satisfaction threading his tone. “she’s so reactive to your touch, aren’t you baby?” he cooed. you could only release a high-pitched sigh, your body twitching in response.
felix’s fingers hesitated, then grew bolder, sweeping higher until they met the curve of your ribs and the underside of your breasts. your body followed the motion, arching subconsciously toward the hand’s warmth.
every inch of you felt magnified: the slide of skin, the whisper of breath near your ear, the low rumble of chan’s approval.
“good,” chan said. “keep her like that. let her feel you.”
you swallowed hard, the sound loud in the stillness. felix’s hand lingered over your heartbeat, palm flat, grounding. the other brushed a stray lock of hair from your neck—small, human gestures that somehow made the restraints feel tighter, the need deeper.
chan’s voice softened, brushing against your nerves like a spark. “beautiful. you’re doing so well, both of you.”
you couldn’t see it, of course, but felix trembled slightly at the praise. he bit his lip as he continued his ministrations to hold in any sighs.
what you recognised to be chan’s fingers traced the line of your collarbone, a gentle promise of what’s to come. his touch was a whisper, a question, and you arched into it, seeking more. the ice on your skin had now melted in response to your heat, leaving trails of cool water that sent shivers down your spine. the second pair of hands followed the first, smearing the water across your skin, raising goosebumps. his touch was bolder now, tracing the same path, mimicking chan’s movements with a growing confidence.
you could feel the heat of the second person’s body—close but not quite touching—as he leant in to blow air onto where the cold water pooled, his breath a warm contrast to the cool trails left by the ice. his thumbs brushed against your nipples, teasing them into hard peaks, and you gasped at the shiver it sent through you.
chan’s chuckle was low, a rumble against your ear, “that’s it,” he murmured, his hand guiding felix’s, showing him how to tease, to pleasure, to drive you crazy.
felix’s touch became more assured, his fingers dancing across your skin, learning your reactions and your needs. you could feel the tension building, the anticipation coiling tight in your belly. every touch, every breath, every whisper was a promise, a tease, a step closer to the edge. and you were desperate for more, desperate for release.
as you writhed desperately across the smooth bed sheets, tugging the handcuffs against the post of your headboard, chan’s voice from beside you was a low, commanding murmur, a constant presence. “you’re so responsive,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, a silent command to keep still, to surrender. and you did, your body trembling with the effort, with the anticipation.
with a slow, deliberate movement, chan positioned his hands between your thighs, pushing them apart with a somehow gentle yet insistent pressure. “want him to taste you yet, hm?” he asked lowly. you nod, a silent affirmation.
chan’s fingers traced the curve of your hip, a possessive touch that sent shivers down your spine. “kneel,” he instructed felix, his hand gently pushing him down, positioning him between your thighs. you could feel the anticipation churning beneath your skin, a tight coil in your belly, as felix’s breath ghosted against your skin, a warm promise. chan’s fingers continued to trace the line of your jaw. felix’s hands are gentle, his touch a whisper as he parted your thighs further to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders. his blown pupils darted between your (already) dripping pussy and chan, lips parted slightly in pure awe, waiting for his next command.
“eager are we?” chan teased. felix nods almost too quickly, he was very eager to dive in. he would rather die than admit just how long he had been dreaming of this moment.
“go on then, taste her,” chan’s voice slid into felix’s desperate ears with ease. instantly, felix obeyed, his tongue a slow, deliberate exploration. it was less immediately-knows-what-he’s-doing with you, and more very-eager-to-learn-what-makes-you-feel-good. you moaned, the sound slightly choked in your throat, your body arching into the sensation, into the pleasure. chan watched as felix’s tongue traced figure-eight motions around your clit, his eyes a burning intensity. felix’s tongue became increasingly more and more confident, and more assured in covering the expanse of your dripping sex, his movements a deliberate rhythm giving a good foundation to best build your pleasure. and chan guided him through eating you out, his voice a low rumble, a constant presence. the authority dripping from his tongue made you squirm, and felix act before he could even think.
“go in deeper,” he directed, fisting felix’s blonde ponytail, pushing his face into you further. felix obeys with a pleased yet quiet sigh, his tongue delving deeper as instructed. he almost seemed more enthused at chan’s forcefulness, and chan could tell.
“oh? you like when i push you around, hm? you wanna be my good boy?” chan’s head tilted as he wrapped his fist with felix’s ponytail. you could feel the desperate nodding against you as chan chuckled. he was definitely going to keep that in mind.
as felix’s tongue delved deeper, you could feel the pleasure building a tight, coiled tension in your belly. as the pleasure built, it felt like a wave was building to it’s crescendo ready to crash over you. your thighs clenched tighter around felix’s head, your back arching, your body nonverbally begging for release.
chan, having memorised the telltale signs of everything about you, knew what you were holding back. he watched on, his eyes a burning intensity, his hand moving to lightly cusp your throat, as he leaned in close, “you wanna cum so bad, don’t you baby? you know i can tell you’re holding it in. you that desperate to finish on our command?”
you nodded, begging tearful pleas into the air as your hips rocked desperately on felix. chan used the hand that wasn’t wrapped in felix’s hair to carefully brush the pieces of your hair that had fallen onto your face and neck so as to not overstimulate you.
“being so good for us, aren’t you? such a patient girl, our little one,” you felt chan shift his head to your neck, gently pushing your head out of the way so that he had the room to press lingering kisses all along where you were most sensitive. his free hand trailed down to your breast, brushing featherlight flicks over your nipples to further push you closer to the edge. “come on, babygirl. cum for us, cum all over his tongue for me, yeah?”
and you did, you came undone in synchronisation with a deep thrust from felix, your body trembling as that wave finally washed over you. felix’s tongue flicked and teased, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you in place as he explored every inch of you throughout your orgasm. your release felt like an overwhelming, all-consuming thing, a wave of pleasure that left you gasping unfiltered moans and whimpers as you stepped closely to the line of overstimulation from both men’s touches.
chan, having noticed the shift in your hips from grinding to attempting to pull away, tugged on felix’s ponytail to remove him from you, “so desperate to eat her, huh? you’re such a good boy, you’ve done so well for our girl haven’t you? that’s enough of that for now, we don’t want her tapping out.”
after allowing you a few to fully come down, chan’s voice curled low—a coaxing, and comforting, yet an absolute presence as he guided the transition.
“you ready to take us both?” he asked, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip, a possessive touch that sends shivers down your spine, “i think it’s only fair that we get to have our fun too, wouldn’t you agree?”
you nodded, a silent affirmation, your breath coming in short sighs. you heard the clinking of metal from above you and sudden relief in the tension of the handcuffs: chan had taken them off you. whilst you massaged your wrists he shifted your body, moving you over slightly, so that felix had room to lay beside where you once were. he adjusted the fabric on your eyes slightly where it had moved so that it’d stay securely, he doesn’t want any surprises to slip yet!
after, chan flicked his head sideways quickly, gesturing to felix to move—which he did so very eagerly—he guided your hands to felix’s belt buckle. “you know what this, right baby? need i tell you what you have to do?”
no way in hell did he need to.
hastily, you undid the belt and tilted your head in chan’s direction, awaiting his next direction, awaiting his permission.
“eager, are we? it’s okay baby, take off his jeans. take it all off for me,” he looked to felix, who hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away from your hands which were hovering over his very obvious, very hard, cock, which was straining against the aforementioned jeans. “lift your hips a little—be a good little one and help her out for me, yeah?”
felix, seemingly under some sort of hypnosis—both chan’s commanding energy and your eagerness for him was just so much for him—blissfully helped you to remove his pants. chan situated you to straddle felix’s bare upper thighs. you leant forward slightly, pressing your hands into felix’s stomach to brace yourself, to which he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. shamelessly, you felt up his now tensed ab muscles, and chan laughed softly from behind you.
“you like what you feel, baby?” you agreed quickly. yes, felix felt his ego inflate a little by that. you felt chan move behind you, his knees on either side of felix’s legs. his body was a hard, insistent pressure against your back. “go on, touch him. i know you want to.”
you shuffled forward to position yourself over felix’s warm, solid body, your thighs straddling his hips, feeling the hard and thick length of him against your thigh. gasping, your hands shifted about, almost trying to find where to touch, when you feel a—smaller than chan’s—hand wrap around yours and guide you to his cock, which was hot, heavy, and throbbing under your touch. the hand guided you through pumping his length, twisting your hand occasionally. he used his free hand to cover his mouth, concealing any groans and whines threatening to escape. his eyes screwed shut and his eyebrows knit together tightly; holding this level of restraint was not easy for him. essentially, it was like he was fucking a fleshlight, except it was your hand helping him out. which was arguably so so much better.
“you both ready?” nodding, felix stops moving your hand, instead opting to hold your hand still and wrapped around the base, holding it still and upright. chan placed his hands on your hips, rocking you back and forth against felix’s tip first before guiding you down onto him slowly, allowing you to feel the stretch. the groan you released was high as you took him in, the sensation of fullness overwhelming, your body learning to accommodate him for the first time.
chan’s voice brushed your ear before you registered his speaking, “that’s it, take him deep.” and you did, your body sinking down, taking felix fully inside you. the sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pressure, your body aching with fullness. chan’s hands were still on your hips, his touch branding, as he rocked you into grinding on felix’s cock.
as much as the mystery turned you on, oh how you so desperately wanted to know who was under you. how was he reacting? did you feel good on him? was he enjoying filling you as much as you were being filled?
“please channie— please can i see? i wanna—” you begged through helplessly high moans. you blindly reached to fist at chan’s hair, running your nails through his locks as he continued to grind your hips, practically ignoring your pleas, “—need to know who it is !!”
felix, already completely lost in the warmth of your tight pussy, barely on the brink of restraining himself so as to not spoil his identity, looked to chan behind you with wide, tearful eyes. it seemed that the both of you were just so desperate for what you desired. chan removed your hand from his hair, and instead wrapped his hand around your throat just tight enough, cutting off your pleaful whimpers.
“you’ll get what you want, when i say so. you hear me? both of you? i call the shots around here. keep begging and i’ll remove you entirely, okay baby?” his response left no room for argument. your body seized into perfect posture in a panic.
“no—please—i wanna stay—i’m sorry,” you rush to apologise. felix nodded quickly in agreement.
“alright. i’ll forgive you just this once. are you ready for more?” once you permitted, with a slow, deliberate movement, chan entered your already-filled hole, his body joining felix’s, the two of them filling you completely. their presence inside your little pussy felt like nothing that you had ever thought about before. it was nothing like you could’ve imagined—it was better. you groaned, the sound raw and unfiltered, your body trembling with the feeling, with the pleasure, with the complete and utter surrender.
“that’s it, you’re so full baby,” chan groans, “feel us? feel how we fill you, how we claim you?”
“it’s— ‘s so much—” your voice coming in sharp moans, while you tried to adjust to the sting of being stretched so far beyond typical means. it seemed that every sense in your body was just full. it was all you could feel. the feeling hurt so good you could hardly take in any breaths, you were just so… full.
“you okay?” they remained still, awaiting your call. boy did it burn. you’d never felt so stretched in your life.
once you adjusted to the feeling, the burning stretch began to subside, instead being replaced with the burning need for more. you nodded, allowing your head to fall back onto chan’s shoulder behind you. at your affirmation, they began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, their bodies working in tandem, chan moving out while felix moved in, and vice versa.
“slow,” he instructed. the command hid beneath the calm, almost tender lilt of his voice. his—as well as felix’s—current main priority was still taking care of his baby and making sure she was enjoying herself, after all. felix obeyed, his entry a gentle push, a slow invasion that made you gasp, your body stretching to accommodate both of them. you could feel every inch, every pulse, as they filled you to the brim. chan’s breath was a warm rush against your neck as he moaned out at the dual sensation of both your tight hole that he loves to fill so dearly, and the new feeling of felix’s cock rubbing inside alongside his. the friction of both those factors was driving him nuts. as the sensation built, a tight, coiled tension in your belly swirled deeply. with the blindfold stealing your sight, every touch bloomed hotter, every breath felt deepened, and every motion thrummed through you as if the world had narrowed to sensation of both chan and whoever the second person was inside of you alone.
so drunk off the feeling of being inside you, felix forgot about the “mystery” of his identity. his movement drew a sound from him, low and rough—one your body recognised before your mind did. beneath the blindfold, your eyes widened; a sudden jolt caught you off guard.
it’s him.
your best friend. the one who had seen every version of you, who had held your secrets, your laughter, your quiet moments. you never thought you could do this with him—not here, not like this. your voice half whimper, half whisper, “felix…?”
while felix had frozen in shock, having surprised himself at both accidentally spoiling himself, and just how much he liked hearing you call to him like that, chan was chuckling smugly, and his body still moving inside you.
“see?” he smirked, his voice a dark promise. “i knew you’d like it. well now that you know who’s here, should we take this off?” he toyed with the knot of your blindfold. you nodded desperately, and you could feel chan gently untie the silk. as the blindfold was slowly removed, the world came back into focus, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that danced before your eyes. the rush of light and clarity that hit you was overwhelming, your vision adjusting to the sudden influx of visual stimulation.
the room, once a blur of shadows and guesses of who was who, now revealed itself in vivid detail. you blinked, your eyes watering slightly as they acclimated to the brightness, the sharp edges of furniture and the soft play of light across the walls becoming clear and distinct. the sight of felix laying beneath you softened something in you. his expression was a blend of intensity and tenderness, a mix of hunger and vulnerability. the room, once a place of mystery and anticipation, now felt charged with a new kind of energy, a tangible connection forged through touch and trust. you took a deep breath, the sensation of finally being able to see a grounding force, a reminder of the reality that lay beyond the veil of sensation.
felix leant to sit up as best as he could, using one hand to prop himself up. you brought your hand to brush through felix’s hair, reaching your other hand to chan’s behind you, not allowing him to think you forgot about him (not that chan would think that anyway). felix’s eyes flicked from your eyes, down to your lips, then to chan, as if asking for permission. chan nodded once, not needing to use words—he already knew what felix was asking.
with that, felix brought his free hand to your jawline, and he leaned in. he kissed you like he had been starving for it, like every second apart had built into this single breaking point. his breath shuddered against your lips as if you were air itself. the moment your mouths met, everything dissolved—thought, distance, reason. his lips moved against yours in sharp, urgent motions, tasting like need and relief all at once.
realising he was no longer forced to be silent, his voice was a low, dirty growl against your lips mixed with heavy breaths as he began to speak. “fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his body beginning to move once again in tandem with chan’s, albeit a little rougher now than before. as if the very idea of you finally seeing him spurred him on further.
“i’ve wanted this for so long, to feel you, to taste you, to make you mine.”
and you moaned in response, the sound rough and unkempt, your body arching into the sensations, into the roughness, into the realisation of his fantasy of joining you and chan.
chan’s eyes met felix’s in a burning intensity, as if in silent communication. felix obeyed, his body moving in a perfect rough rhythm with chan’s. “you like that, don’t you?” it was not what he said, but how he said it—low, smooth, inevitable, commanding rumble. “you like taking us both, like the good girl you are, don’t you?”
“yes, chan— felix— oh my god it’s so much— feels good—” you could hardly get a word out between their constant harsh thrusts. if you felt full and all-consumed before, you most certainly felt that on a whole ‘nother level now.
you were surrounded—heat, breath, voices—all of it closing in until you couldn’t tell where one man ended and another began. every movement felt like a vow, a wordless promise that pulled you deeper. chan’s hands once again found your hips, steady and unrelenting.
“fuck, yeah?” felix groaned, using one hand to rub quick, tight circles on your clit, which made you cry out more, tears beading on your lashes as you felt your stomach coil again. “she takes so well, doesn’t she? how have you kept this all to yourself all this time?”
“i don’t know, this—shit—feels so fucking good lix, you’re— yeah— you’re so good,” chan growled, his body moving faster, harder, meeting felix’s increased confident thrusts. “come on baby, cum for us. let us feel you, let us hear you, let us make you ours.”
as you rode the waves of pleasure, the sensation of being filled completely by both men was so overwhelming. chan’s hands continued to dig into the plush flesh of your hips, his thrusts deep and powerful, demanding of more. felix was tense with restraint, met each thrust with a lift of his hips, his own release building with yours. your body trembled, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, a knot of sensation that threatened to unravel you. you gasped, your breath coming in short, sharp pants, your body arching as the waves of your orgasm crashed over you.
“fuck, you feel so tight,” chan groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside you, his cum hot and thick as it spread, spilling down your thighs and their cocks. “take it all, i know you can,” he commanded, his hips still moving, still fucking that cum back into you.
felix followed, his hips lifting, his own release pulsing into you, filling you completely, marking you as theirs. “god, yes,” he moaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and surrender, his body shaking with the force of his release. you felt it, the warmth of their releases, the sensation of being claimed, of being possessed, of being theirs completely.
as the intensity of the moment began to fade, chan’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, his body a warm, comforting presence. while felix’s breath slowly returned to normal, he reached up, his fingers gently brushing the hair from your forehead, a tender, almost reverent touch. you felt some tears well up—not due to sadness by any means, but due to the intense wave of emotion after coming down from such an experience, from feeling such an intense mix of satisfaction, vulnerability, and a deep sense of connection. his thumbs drawing soothing circles over the faint marks the handcuffs had made as felix silently wiped any tears away. “easy,” chan whispered, the single word a tether, a promise that the world was still soft.
“i think that’s enough for one day,” chan caressed your body as he laid you on the bed, “you did such a good job, little one. such a fuckin’ good job. i love you.”
the air felt weighted, suspended in that fragile calm that follows something vast. every breath came heavy but unhurried, the room pulsing faintly with warmth and the soft hum of settling bodies. your skin still thrummed, not with shock but with the ghost of hands, mouths, and trust.
the steady beat beneath your spine was enough to quiet everything that still shook inside you. felix was in front of you, folded small, knees bent beneath him. his hair clung to his temples, his freckles blurred with sweat. he looked at you like you were something of an angel made in the lord’s image—you were practically glowing, the sheen of sweat across your skin reflected the light in the room so beautifully. his eyes flickering between your face and chan’s hands at your shoulders.
“hey,” chan murmured, mouth at your temple, voice rough but sweet. “look at me.”
you did, blinking slow. he smiled faintly, relief breaking across his face. “there you are,” he cooed, quiet and sure, before pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
felix moved closer, the towel that was placed in the room prior in his hands, trembling just slightly before he steadied it against your thigh. the fabric was warm, damp from water he must have fetched. he cleaned you with a kind of reverence, every movement careful, almost apologetic.
“you alright?” felix asked, his voice small, unguarded.
you nodded. chan’s hand covered yours, anchoring it against your stomach. “she’s okay,” he whispered softly, though his own voice wavered with the edge of something raw.
felix’s gaze lifted, searching yours as if to be sure. when you smiled and nodded—faint, tired, but real—his shoulders eased, some of the anxiety easing off his chest.
“you did good,” chan said, his tone melting around the words. “both of you.”
felix looked down, the corner of his mouth curving upward. “how’d you even think of this?” he asked after a beat, voice still hushed, as though speaking too loud would shatter the calm.
chan laughed under his breath, the sound low and drowsy. “i didn’t think too hard,” he admitted, laying on your left side. “just wanted to see what trust could look like… with more than just us two. i was curious about three-ways really.”
you turned your head slightly, catching his jaw between your fingers. “and?”
his lips brushed your knuckles. “it definitely felt right.”
felix’s hand stilled, then he smiled small and luminous. “yeah,” he said softly. “it did.”
chan reached for him without thinking, fingers brushing the inside of his wrist in something that wasn’t quite a command and wasn’t quite a question. felix didn’t pull away. you patted the mattress on your right side, inviting felix to lay beside you, an invitation which he obviously accepted. he quickly curled into your side, wrapping his arm around your waist as you tucked your arm under his head.
when chan kissed you again, it wasn’t hungry. it was grounding, slow, threaded with something that went deeper than pleasure. felix watched for a moment, then leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against yours. the three of you stayed that way—breath against breath, skin against skin—until the air settled, until all that was left was warmth and the quiet ache of safety.
“next time,” chan murmured at last, voice nearly swallowed by the hush, “we’ll take our time.”
felix smiled against your shoulder. “next time?” he teased softly.
chan’s hand trailed up your side, steady. “if she wants it.”
“really?” you grin a little, interested in exploring this very new dynamic a little more.
“as often as you want, little one.”
you blushed, a rush of heat spreading across your cheeks, your heart fluttering at the thought. felix smirked at your enthusiasm and leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath a warm rush against your skin. “promise,” he followed, his voice a low, seductive murmur as he kissed your earlobe.
and in that instant, their closeness a tether around you, you surrendered fully—to them, to the hush and thrill of the night, to the quiet, electric promise that this was only the first of many nights, each one more daring, more intimate, more yours.
wrote most of this at like 2am across a few nights so if the tenses change pls ignore!!! when i noticed i tried to fix it all but i'm not perfect so i may have missed some. ratio + not my fault + i’m just a girl </3
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