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Felix doesn’t know how to bring up finding a skirt in Chan’s closet when he was about to steal a hoodie as usual. He doesn’t know what to feel — a mixture of confusion, excitement, fear which he doesn’t even know why he’s feeling. Some part of him thinks that he should be upset that his boyfriend has been hiding something from him, perhaps a part of himself that Felix should be there to support him through.
Perhaps this is why Chan hasn’t told him anything. He’d wanted to be spared from Felix’s spiral of overthinking, wanted to process… whatever it is, by himself. It can’t have been very long, because the skirt wasn’t here the last time Felix slept over. Or perhaps Chan has had it for a while, and just hadn’t hidden it well enough this time.
Felix can’t sit still as Chan works, and he keeps looking over to the closet, pulling nervously at the hoodie he’s swimming in. Chan seems to notice that something is wrong too, because he doesn’t stop glancing at the blonde with a frown.
“Everything okay, little one?” he eventually asks, putting his laptop lid halfway down. Felix nods and tries to force a smile, which he knows looks anything but natural.
“Everything’s good, great! W-Why, are you okay?” Felix stammers. Chan blinks at him, still confused, until Felix lets out a small, trembling sigh. “It’s… I don’t know how to say this. Or— or ask this, rather. I don’t know if there’s anything to say or ask, but…”
“Take your time,” Chan nods with a gentle smile, and he moves onto the bed with his arms open. Felix has never been one to deny a cuddle and so he climbs into Chan’s lap, wrapping himself around the older man like a koala.
“Okay. Okay,” Felix breathes with a nod. “I just… d-do you have anything to, like, tell me? Not that you should feel pressured to tell me! If there is something and y-you decide that that’s something you want to keep to yourself, that’s okay with me.”
“Baby, you’re not making much sense,” Chan laughs, wrapping his arms tight around Felix’s waist. It calms his nerves a little and he lets out another sigh to regulate himself as Chan continues. “Keep what from you? I don’t have anything to hide.”
“The skirt!” Felix blurts out, his raised voice startling Chan.
“Oh.”
Felix drops his gaze, nerves eating away at him. He hasn’t been this nervous talking to Chan in years, not since they first met. “Sorry. It’s just… I noticed a skirt in your closet and y’know, if that’s— I mean, it’s okay. If you’re trans or like, questioning it. Fuck, I don’t know if I’m making any sense now,” he laughs nervously. “What I mean to say is that whatever, whoever you are, I support you, Chris, and I love you.”
Chan taps Felix’s chin, prompting him to look up. When he does, he’s met with the same fondness Chan always has when he looks at Felix, the same love that never wavers.
“I’m not trans, baby. But thank you for telling me that, and I love you too,” Chan murmurs. He pulls Felix in for a kiss, which he accepts but quickly pulls away from again when he realises he’s still confused.
“Wait, you’re not? Then… what’s with the skirt…? Oh! Is it like, a crossdressing thing?” Felix plays with Chan’s hands as he talks, pausing when he feels him tense up.
“No. It’s not for me,” Chan mumbles.
“Oh. Is… are you keeping it for someone? Minho-hyung or Jisung or…?”
“Felix,” Chan says, almost sounding like he’s begging. “Lix, baby. It’s for you.”
“F-For me?” Felix blinks at him, more confused than when he went into this. What does Chan mean by that?
“Yeah, it’s… I don’t know why I bought it,” Chan laughs dryly. “I saw it online, thought it’d look pretty on you if… you’ve worn skirts before.”
“Right. But this doesn’t feel like one of those times,” Felix pushes, tilting his head to meet Chan’s eyes when he tries to look away.
“You’d hate me if I told you,” Chan murmurs.
“Ask me, and see what I say,” Felix shrugs. He already has some idea of what Chan will ask, but he gives him the room to speak anyway.
Chan looks up at him, jaw tensing in the way it does when he’s nervous. “Sometimes, I picture you as… not a guy. I know that you’re really leaning into the androgyny and the gender non-conformities and stuff, a-and… I’m really proud of you for being who you want to be, Lix,” Chan smiles, then exhales. “I bought the skirt because sometimes I think of you as my baby girl, have almost called you my good girl far too many times to count.”
“You…”
Good girl. My girl, my baby girl.
Felix sounds out a soft moan, eyes fluttering shut. “C-Can you… j-just once.”
Chan tugs him closer, over the bulge in his sweatpants that’s quickly filling out. “My girl. Lix, baby girl. You’re so pretty, baby. Daddy’s pretty girl,” he whispers, watching how Felix visibly reacts.
“Daddy…” Felix whines. “The skirt, want you to put it on me. Please?”
Chan nods, gently lifting Felix off his lap and onto the bed so he can stand up. “Strip down for me, baby. Everything except the hoodie.”
Felix complies so easily, peeling every layer off one by one and then slipping the hoodie back over his naked body. It’s long enough that it covers his half-hard cock, making him look tinier than he already is.
Chan pads over with the skirt, and something else folded in between the material. He’s still apprehensive as he places it down on the bed, gently pushing away Felix’s hands when he tries to take a look.
“You… you don’t have to wear it. It just came as a free gift with the skirt, and I wasn’t really thinking when I added it to my basket, and—”
“Channie,” Felix gently interjects, placing a hand over Chan’s. “Let me see, and decide for myself?”
“Yeah. Okay, yeah. Sorry, baby.”
“That’s okay,” Felix smiles. When he unfolds the skirt — a pale pink number that seems to be exactly Felix’s size — he finds a pair of matching panties, pretty lace that makes Felix hold his breath without realising. “Oh… Chris, it’s beautiful. Put it on me, please?”
Chan huffs out through his nose and nods, cheeks as red as his ears. “Yeah, of course. Stand up, just here.”
He moves them so he’s the one sitting on the bed now and Felix is standing between his legs, hands on Chan’s shoulders. Chan can feel him trembling and reaches out to touch his waist, watching Felix slowly deflate.
“God, you are just… so gorgeous, baby girl. Thank you for letting Daddy do this,” he murmurs, and then lifts Felix’s leg with the utmost tenderness. Felix lets himself be moved, watching with bated breath as Chan slides the panties up his legs, tucking his leaking cock into the material and making sure it’s snug on his hips. “How’s that?” Chan asks.
“‘S good. I feel pretty,” Felix breathes, and he means every word of it.
“I’m not even done yet. Just wait ‘til I get this skirt on you,” Chan grins. His own hands shake as he puts it on Felix, adjusting it this way and that until finally, he pulls away with a satisfied nod. “There we go.”
He turns Felix towards the full-length mirror in his room, coming up behind him with his hands on the younger’s waist. And Felix…
Felix has never felt as beautiful as he does at this moment. None of the fashion show outfits, the runway pieces, none of them make him feel more beautiful than here, right now, in the safety and comfort of Chan’s room. The skirt suits him far better than he could have imagined, the perfect shade to match his complexion and a style that is wildly flattering on him. He doesn’t know how Chan managed to find something so… him.
“Oh, sweetheart. Why are you crying?” Chan murmurs. He turns Felix, pulling him down onto the bed and into his lap. Felix shakes his head, using the sleeves of Chan’s sweater to wipe them away.
“It’s good, p-promise. Just never felt so pretty, it— I love it, Daddy. Thank you,” Felix sobs. He lets Chan rock him until the tears slow, and then he’s pulled back. Chan is gazing up at him, his own eyes shining with unshed tears.
“You are so beautiful, honey. You always are, but especially now… prettiest girl for Daddy, yeah? Can Daddy show you just how beautiful he thinks you are, make you feel as good as you look?”
Felix nods, letting Chan set him down on the bed once more with a kiss. He kneels by the bed, gently pushing Felix’s legs apart so he can settle in between them. Chan’s touch is light, careful as he trails his hands up the other’s legs, over his inner thighs and dipping under the skirt.
“My pretty girl,” Chan coos, leaning in and kissing Felix’s knee. “Gonna let Daddy see how wet you are for me? Bet if I move these panties to the side, your little pussy will be dripping for me, just aching to be filled.”
Felix doesn’t say anything, but his breathing picking up as Chan’s hands travel higher and higher can be clearly heard. By instinct, he goes to close his legs, to stop Chan, but the attempt is futile and his legs are quickly pushed apart again.
Chan tuts, teasing along the band of Felix’s panties and making him shiver in delight. “No hiding. You’re gonna be a good girl and show Daddy that pretty cunt of yours, hm?”
“Yes… yeah, sorry, Daddy,” Felix whispers. “Won’t hide.”
“Good. Well done, baby girl,” Chan smiles. “God, wouldn’t this be a dream? Getting you to walk around in skirts all day, make it easy for when I want to come along and breed your pussy until it takes. D’you want that, Lixie?”
Felix nods frantically, muffles a moan into the sleeve of Chan’s hoodie. His eyes threaten to roll back in his head when Chan pulls the panties to one side and grazes a finger along his straining cock that’s steadily leaking precum into the material. He lets himself be pushed back until he’s lying down, no longer able to see Chan between his legs.
“Think about this so often — getting you spread out for me like this,” Chan muses. “Eating you out until you’re squeezing those gorgeous thighs around my head, unable to take it and still bracketing me in because it feels so good. Always so greedy for it, aren’t you?”
He’s trailing kisses up Felix’s inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where he needs to be touched the most and drawing increasingly sharper breaths from him.
“Yes, Daddy. Always want it, want you,” Felix breathes, fisting at the sheets underneath him. He keens when Chan presses an open mouthed kiss to the tip of his cock, hips bucking up to chase more. “Please, Daddy. Want you to eat me out, eat my pussy, wanna cum on your face, please.”
“Fuck,” Chan groans. “Yeah, honey, Daddy’ll give you that. C’mere, baby girl.”
He takes a hold of Felix’s hips and pulls him closer, the strength of his pull making the younger gasp. His breathing becomes more laboured as Chan continues to kiss at his cock, about to beg that he stop teasing when finally, Chan closes his mouth over the head and sinks down to the hilt.
It’s easy to take all of Felix; he’s so tiny that he may as well have a pussy, one that Chan can fuck and breed whenever he wishes. He’d get Felix on the pill so they wouldn’t have to use condoms, make sure nothing gets in the way of Chan’s goal to pump Felix so full of his cum that it doesn’t stop leaking out. And Chan would watch it happen just to be able to push it back in, press his thumb to Felix’s clit and make him squirt from the overstimulation. Chan drags his tongue over the tip, dipping into the slit and holding Felix’s hips down when they jerk upwards.
“Fuck—! Oh, Daddy, Daddy, that’s so, ngh, feels so good,” Felix cries, torn between twisting his hands into the sheets and in Chan’s hair to keep him where he is. But he knows to be good, and so he opts for the sheets as he trembles through it, thighs quivering.
Chan hums, looking up and smirking around his cock when he finds Felix staring, wide-eyed and open mouthed. It spurs him on to pick up the pace, quickly pulling Felix closer and closer to the edge before he can register it.
“Daddy. Chan, I— ‘m gonna cum, I— please, please, wanna,” Felix sobs. His back arches off the bed, head thrown back as he starts to tip into that blissful state, only for it to be ruined when Chan abruptly pulls off. Felix lets out a surprised yell, body spasming from the sudden shock to his system. “N-No, no. Daddy, why, why’d you stop? I was so close.”
There’s a string of saliva that connects Chan’s mouth to Felix’s cock, broken only when he wipes his mouth clean. “You taste so good, angel. Pussy’s so fucking wet and sweet — my pussy, yeah? Who does this sweet thing belong to?” Chan asks, cupping a hand between Felix’s legs as he comes up to hover over him.
Felix glances between Chan’s hard gaze and his lips, now flushed a bright red and swollen. He wraps an arm around his boyfriend’s neck, and Chan gets the hint to close the gap between them as he hurries to get his sweatpants off.
Felix hungrily chases at his lips, gasping into his mouth when Chan gives him a hard squeeze, cupping his pussy.
“You, Daddy,” Felix whispers, breath hitching when he feels the thick, blunt head of Chan’s cock press up against his entrance. “S’your pussy, all yours. To stuff, t-to breed. Want you to breed me, fuck a baby into me, Daddy. Love when you touch me there, o-on my clit. Feels so good.”
Chan is pushing in with a guttural moan, fisting a hand into Felix’s hair, the other bunching the skirt up around his waist. His thumb circles over the leaky head of Felix’s cock, playing with his clit and teasing him close to the edge again.
“Fuck, you want that, princess? Want me to knock you up, make you a mommy? You want that, Lix? I’ll do it, I will. Gonna fill your pussy until it takes, won’t stop until it works,” Chan rambles. He turns his head, leaving wet kisses all along Felix’s jawline as he continues to bully his cock into him. “Perfect pussy, taking me so well, sweetheart. God, you’re so good for me, Felix. Can feel how swollen your clit is for me, how turned on you are.”
“Your good girl, yeah? I, I’m your good girl?” Felix pants, nodding and searching Chan’s face for an answer.
“Yeah. My good girl, perfect girl. Fuck, you’re so damn perfect. Can’t wait to marry you, make you my little wife. My housewife, only ever in a skimpy little skirt like this and an apron with your tits out for me,” Chan moans. He lets out a satisfied groan when he’s bottomed out, fully seated in Felix’s tight heat. “Imagine coming home from work, finding you bent over as you put the cookies in the oven. Pussy out f’me, ready to be filled whenever I want.”
He cups the barely-present swell of Felix’s breast in one hand as he snaps his hips into him hard and fast, kneading at the tissue and rolling a nipple between his fingers. His touch is so rough, so firm and sure; Felix arches into it with an airy moan, digging his nails into Chan’s back and scratching deep lines of red into the skin.
“Yes, yes,” Felix cries. “Free to use however you want, Chris, s’all yours. Can use me as a fleshlight, cockwarm you as you work. Whenever you need.”
Chan nods, vice grip on Felix’s hips unrelenting and sure to leave bruises. “Always, I'm always gonna need it. Gonna knock you up, get these tits all round and swollen with milk. Jesus, Lix, you feel so good, baby. Your pussy keeps sucking me in, keeping me here. ‘M really gonna breed you if we’re not careful,” he gasps.
The sound of skin slapping on skin resonates in the air, lights Felix’s nerves on fire and makes everything feel a hundred times better. He doesn’t even remember when Chan retrieved the lube, used so much of it to stretch Felix open that it really sounds like his pussy is dripping in arousal for Chan.
“You should,” Felix moans. His legs clamp around Chan’s hips, heels digging into his ass to keep him from pulling out. “Do it, Daddy. Make me your little wife, keepin’ me at home with the kids. We’ll have loads, as many times as it’ll take, make sure I’m always pregnant. Please, please, wan’ it, Chris.”
“I’ll make sure of it,” Chan nods. His voice is trembling now, the handle he has on his composure quickly slipping away with how much Felix keeps clenching down around him and milking his cock for all its worth. “Fuck, baby. Hear how wet you are for me? It’s so good, you’re so good. Thank you, thank you for letting Daddy breed you, fuck your perfect little cunt. Gonna make it feel so good, Lix, I—”
Chan’s words trail off into a groan as he presses deep into Felix’s body with a final hard snap of his hips, thick seed spilling hot and heavy into his lover. Chan reaches between them, closing his hand around Felix’s cock and giving it a firm squeeze until he cums with a gasp. Cum spurts in thin strands between them, soiling Chan’s hand and the brand new skirt and the panties. There’s so much, from both of them but especially Chan, Felix can feel his head spinning with how much his boyfriend keeps pumping into him.
“Oh— oh, Daddy, it’s… oh fuck, that’s—” Felix keens, hips kicking up as wave after intense wave. Chan holds him through it, uses most of his weight to keep Felix tethered to this moment.
“Shh, shh. You’re okay, baby girl, Daddy’s got you. Thank you, thank you. Fuck, princess, you’re so perfect, well done,” Chan breathes, runs a hand through Felix’s hair. “D’you feel okay? Was that too much?”
Felix sighs, shaking his head. He lets himself be turned so he’s lying on top of Chan, spent cock trapped between their bodies. The friction makes him hiss but he shakes his head again when Chan tries to pull out.
“It was good, so good. Better than good,” Felix giggles. “Could never be too much. I liked it way too much for that to ever happen. I ruined the skirt, though,” he pouts, whining when Chan laughs.
“I’ll buy you a hundred more, baby girl. Don’t you worry that pretty head of yours.”