A dream in lilac

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: Stray Kids (Band)
Relationship: Bang Chan/Lee Felix
Character: Bang Chan, Lee Felix (Stray Kids)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Sports, Volleyball, but mostly
it's just filth honestly, Light Dom/sub, Degradation, Name-Calling, Anal
Fingering, Sexual Tension, Anal Sex, Lingerie, Implied Consent, Top
Bang Chan, Bottom Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Rough Sex, Locker Room,
Finger Sucking, Grinding, Hair-pulling
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2022-03-03 Words: 9,038 Chapters: 1/1

A dream in lilac
by Skadirh

Summary

Felix has a burning desire to wear lingerie all the time. One day he decides to gamble and
wear it to volleyball practice.

Notes

It's been four years since I've posted a fic, turns out I'm still as unhinged as I was back then.

Thank you to my wonderful, amazing beta who helped me out, so I could post before my
mini-vacation!

I sincerely hope you enjoy this <3

See the end of the work for more notes

Felix isn't quite sure exactly how it started. He knows that he'd been fond of sneaking a peek at
women's lingerie magazines and for the longest time he'd convinced himself that it was because he
liked the women. However, the older he got he realized that it wasn't the case at all, in fact... he
didn't really have any interest in women. But somehow, he still found himself browsing through
lingerie websites, looking at lingerie Instagram accounts and browsing various scantily clad girls'
twitter profiles.
He'd started out somewhat innocently, just enjoying the pictures, taking in the thrill of beautiful
silk and intricate lace details. But somewhere along the lines he'd begun wondering how they'd
look on him. Would he be as pretty as the soft skinned girls online, would he look as delicate or
even as sexy as them? He remembers the curiosity eating him up inside. And one fateful October
afternoon about a year ago he'd clicked the daunting purchase button for the first time... and it had
definitely not been the last.

And so after years of looking, wondering and dreaming he'd received the most gorgeous set of
lingerie he'd ever set his eyes upon. He remembers so vividly the feel of the smooth silk in his
hand as he inspected it for the first time. It was a fairly simple set, a pair of panties and a soft
triangle bra without padding both in black silk with very subtle ruffle detailing on the edges. He'd
almost been scared to try it on.

He had to gather the courage for a few days before he finally decided to try it on. But when he had
it had felt like heaven. Not only did it feel amazing against his skin, like the softest underwear he'd
ever felt, but he'd felt so at home. It felt so right, a feeling he'd never had with any other piece of
clothing before that day. It had felt addicting.

He'd honestly thought for a while that it was enough for him to just own that one set and maybe
wear it at home occasionally. But he should've known better. The more he wore it, the more he
craved to keep wearing. And more than that he started wanting to expand his closet. He couldn't
stop looking at lingerie in his free time either, which he knows probably had a huge effect on his
desire to buy more.

And just like that he'd jumped into the deep end.

Through the past year since that fated first purchase, he'd collected around seven different sets. Not
only that he'd started wearing them weekly, not just at home.

The first time he'd worn it out in public he remembers his heart pounding so hard against his chest
he was convinced other people could hear it. Obviously, they couldn't, but it had felt so real. The
thrill of it all had honestly felt intoxicating.

He never wore it with clothing that'd give it away. That meant no light-coloured t-shirts, no thin
shirts, no slightly see-through shirts. For the most part he didn't have to think about what kind of
pants or shorts he wore, which was pretty nice.

But even so, after an entire year of indulging in this secret of his, he'd yet to wear it to practice.

The thing is, Felix kept this an absolute secret from everyone, including his best friends and
teammates. There was no way he'd let them find out something so... embarrassing, about him. And
yet, he'd felt that practically irresistible urge to wear a set to volleyball practice, even if it meant
there was a chance his friends would find out.

However, no one else had ever found out. No one had ever approached him, mocked him,
prepositioned him or otherwise for wearing lingerie in public, which to Felix could only mean that
no one had ever found out. So why would going to practice in lingerie be any different?

Simple, it wouldn't.

He'd woken up that morning feeling ready. He felt confident, he was definitely going to do it today.
But somewhere between eating breakfast and showering he'd chickened out. It was a pretty big
step. Getting caught by his friends would be catastrophic to say the least and as much as the idea is
thrilling, the fear of being ridiculed or mocked by his closest friends had seemed too much.
He'd went about his day, going to class, eating lunch, going to more classes. But now as he's sitting
in the last class of the day all he can think of is how he wishes he hadn't pussied out. How he
would've felt more... present, more confident if he'd been wearing a silky set underneath his
otherwise somewhat uninteresting clothes.

It’s no use to dwell on it honestly, but it's stuck in his head. He lets out a small sigh. Thankfully the
class passes somewhat fast, he hates statistics, but today's lecture is at least kind of understandable.
Better than last week's class anyways. Before he knows it the class ends and it's time for practice.

He tries his best to not think about how exciting things could've been right now if he'd gone
through with wearing the lingerie. He's immensely unsuccessful, at least on the walk across
campus to the sports center.

Thankfully his constant stream of thoughts is interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Hey Lix, wait up!"

Felix turns around to be greeted by a smiling Chan slowly jogging towards him.

He feels his heart jump just ever so slightly. As much as he tries to convince himself that they're
just friends and will only ever be friends, it doesn't change the fact that he's got the fattest fucking
crush on Chan. But then again, who wouldn't?

Chan is the epitome of positive energy. He's just a great person, he's gorgeous, he's funny, he's an
exceptional volleyball player and the best team captain anyone could ask for. It had honestly been
game over from the first time Felix had laid eyes on him at try-outs for the university volleyball
team. He'd almost fucked up his try-out because he'd felt Chan's eyes on him as he evaluated his
every move. Luckily, he'd pulled through in the end and made the team.

"Oh, hey Chan, what's up," Felix greets him as Chan reaches him.

"Honestly not much. I only have one class on Thursday’s, and it was cancelled, so I pretty much
just hung out and played video games," he says with a smile. "What about you?"

Felix feels the urge to just blurt out " oh well I was going to wear my new lingerie set in hopes
you'd notice but i chickened out because I don't want you to hate me and find me disgusting". He
stops that urge the second he feels it.

"I had a lot of classes, I just finished statistics so I'm honestly kind of fried," he says instead.

"Oh dude, statistics will do that to you for sure," Chan laughs and pats Felix’ shoulder.

He should be used to Chan's touches by now since he's quite big on physical affection, but Felix
honestly thinks that he'll never get used to it. It’s electrifying in the best way possible.

With another quick pat on Felix' shoulder Chan says they should get going and starts walking into
the sports center. Felix just gives a weak nod and follows him. They chat a bit, just casual talk
about what they've been doing for the week and what Chan has planned for today's practice.

Felix listens but he's not really paying attention. He wishes he'd worn the lingerie. He longs for the
quickened heart pace and that feeling of butterflies in his stomach from being nervous. He can't
even imagine how much more intense it would've all felt if he'd had this alone time with Chan
wearing the prettiest set he's bought yet.

Fuck, he really regrets not going through with it.

Practice comes and goes. Felix manages to do fairly decently. Not the best but not the worst. He'd
almost missed a spike from Minho heading straight for his face but had thankfully dodged it the
very last second. It had been embarrassing though, it didn't help that Minho shot him a curious
look, one that seemed to say I know you're distracted but come on . Chan had also reprimanded
him, which had sucked.

Felix doesn't particularly like being told off, even if it's warranted.

Either way, he'd survived practice and everything was fine. He's changing in the locker rooms,
being slower than usual. Most of the guys have already left, Felix thinks it's probably just him,
Minho and Seungmin left. It doesn't really matter anyways.

He feels refreshed after showering, like his mind is clearer and no longer stuck in the same
lingerie-obsessed loop it's been in since earlier that morning. He's absentmindedly putting on his
sweater when he feels a presence besides him. He turns his head to see Minho standing next to him
with his arms crossed and his head slightly cocked to the left.

"You want to tell me why you almost ate my spike?" He asks calmly, but Felix senses the
underlying tone of authority. Minho is talented at many things, but he's particularly talented at
reading Felix.

"I'm just not feeling too well today I guess," Felix responds.

Minho stares at him blankly, but even so Felix knows it's the face of a man who knows he isn't
telling the full truth. He bites the inside of his cheek. He really doesn't want Minho to pry.

"If you want to talk about it, you know I'm always here." Minho gives him a tiny encouraging
smile. He knows that Minho is being truthful, he always looks after Felix, even if he isn't as
directly expressive as some of their other teammates. It doesn't matter, Felix likes him exactly the
way he is.

"Thank you, I promise I will." He returns the smile softly.

"Alright, cheer up. I'll see you tomorrow, make sure to bring your focus, yeah?" Minho says before
giving him a wave, turning around, and heading out of the changing rooms.

Felix hopes he can bring his focus tomorrow, but he isn't so sure it'll be possible. He hadn't even
given into his desire today and yet he'd been completely swallowed up by the idea of wearing
lingerie in the vicinity of Chan. He lets out a sigh... There’s no way he’s going to get his head
straight no matter whether he goes through with it or not.

He tries not to dwell on it any longer, instead he starts packing his sports clothes neatly into his
bag. But being left alone apparently isn't in the cards for him today. He can clearly hear footsteps
approaching and before long he can see Chan in his peripheral, who sits down on the bench, broad
back leaning against the lockers.

He was sure Chan had already left, but apparently today just hadn’t been bad enough already.

Felix dares to take a better peek, turning his head ever so slightly to look at him. He looks like the
single most beautiful human Felix has ever laid his eyes on. His hair is a little messy, headband
keeping the hair out of his face. By the looks of it he hasn't showered yet, his skin looks a little
dewy from playing. The only thing Felix isn't happy with in this moment is Chan's expression.

Chan has that half worried, half serious look of a team captain knowing he's got to have a talk with
one of his players. This tells Felix two things.
One: He played worse than he thought.

Two: Chan had been watching him more than usual because of it.

He shouldn't feel excited by the second point, but he can't help it. Suddenly he's aware of just how
hard his heart is beating in his chest, how heavy he's breathing and how jittery his body feels. All
because of Chan.

Chan had been looking straight ahead, probably gathering his thoughts to best be able to convey
whatever it is he wants to say. He turns his head, looking directly up at Felix.

"I know that you already know what I'm going to say, but then you also know that as team captain I
still have to tell you this," he starts, "I'm not sure what was going on today, but we've got the
tournament coming up in three weeks. The whole team has been preparing for a long time and we
can't really afford to not focus at this point. We've only got a few more times to practice."

Felix feels his heart sink. He knows Chan is right, it's not fair on everyone else that he can't keep
his thoughts in check. He hadn't really felt that bad about fucking up today, but the reality of
Chan's stern words hit him hard.

"I know, I'm sorry," he says meekly, turning his head to avoid Chan's gaze. He doesn't really know
what else to say.

"Don't apologize... Just... Do better. I know you're way better than this." Although the words seem
harsh, Chan's tone of voice is soft. He doesn't mean anything rude by it, Felix knows it's the truth.

"Yeah, I will. I don't know what happened, but I'll work harder next time," he replies. Any residual
excitement he'd had from before has diminished into absolutely nothing in the face of the situation.

"I don't know what happened today, but tomorrow is a new day," Chan gets up from the bench and
puts his hand on Felix' shoulder. "I'm sure you'll show up refreshed and ready to go. You got this
Felix," he finishes his sentence with a smile.

Felix wants so badly to focus on the words coming out of the team captain's mouth, but the hand on
his shoulder feels like it's burning its way through his hoodie, his tee and leaving a permanent burn
on his skin.

He's absolutely fucked .

He somehow manages to let out a small hum of agreement, giving the other male a prompt nod.

"Alright. Make sure you get plenty of rest, I'm going to hit the showers," and with that Chan leaves
him there, standing like a statue frozen in time.

Felix knows he should move, pack the rest of his stuff up and get the fuck out of there. But he feels
locked in place. His shoulder feels so heavy, like it's going to dislocate if he makes even the tiniest
of movements.

He can faintly hear the sound of water being turned on. He takes a shaky breath, Chan is so close,
completely naked. He could just walk in there and see everything if he wanted.

He finally moves, shaking his head. No, he really shouldn't be thinking of that right now. He feels
embarrassed that he'd even considered it a possibility. The embarrassment is enough to make him
finish packing up and getting out of there.
The fresh air of the autumn evening does him wonders, he feels his body relax and his mind still.
He takes a deep breath. Yeah, this has to stop, no more silly thoughts, no more pining for his team
captain, no more lingerie. It all has to stop so he can keep his mind focused and his thoughts in
check.

No matter how resolved he'd been when he'd gotten out of practice, it takes just about thirty
minutes after coming home before he's back on his lingerie bullshit. He had wanted to scold
himself but he honestly hadn't felt that bad. Surely, he can find a way to still enjoy this... hobby, or
whatever it can be classified as, and stay focused during practice.

He's done it before, which means he can do it again. He just has to stay determined.

With that same mindset he wakes up Friday morning feeling refreshed, despite the gloomy weather
outside. He already feels infinitely better, and it helps that today is Friday.

He generally loves Friday. He doesn't have class, he has practice which he enjoys and it's the start
of the weekend. What's not to like?

Felix is lounging around in bed, he doesn't have to stress about anything for a while. No one on the
team has class after 1pm, so they've fittingly scheduled practice for 2pm. He checks his phone, he's
got about two hours until he has to be at the sports center. He allowed himself to sleep in after
yesterday's stressful events and overthinking.

He kind of wants to lounge around for a bit longer, just hanging out and staring at his phone.
Maybe stalk some more pretty lingerie accounts on Instagram, but he knows he should probably
start getting ready. He needs to shower and eat before heading out.

He settles for a quick breakfast consisting of cereal and some water. He eats it pretty fast and
makes sure to clean up the dishes, so he won't be annoyed at himself later for leaving it lying
around.

In the middle of washing up his bowl the doorbell rings. He turns by instinct to look at the door. He
has no idea who it could be, he isn't expecting anyone today. He rests the bowl in the sink, wipes
his hand dry on a dishtowel and goes to the door. He looks through the peephole, but no one is
there.

He finally opens the door to be greeted by an inconspicuous brown package, seeing though he's
suddenly reminded of a purchase he'd made a little while ago. He can't help the excitement that
swells in his chest, this is something he's been waiting on for a long time.

He takes the package and locks the door behind him. He wants to rip it open and check the content,
but the memories of yesterday's disastrous practice haunt him. He can't really open it... not now.
It's better to just leave it, he's already waited two months, he can wait until they've finished the
tournament. He can't afford to get distracted.

He can't help but to let out a small sigh, but he knows it's for the best. After all he'd promised
himself that looking at lingerie online would be enough for now. So, he opts to put the package on
the desk in his bedroom and heads to the shower instead.

Standing under the spray of warm water he can feel his muscles relax, but his mind is still fixated
on the package. It's almost like an obsession. He keeps thinking about it, maybe taking a peek
wouldn't hurt?

Stepping out of the shower, he wraps a towel around his waist and heads back into the bedroom.
He eyes the package again.

He could just try it on... Just once... Just to see how it looks.

He bites his bottom lip, a nervous habit, and slowly approaches the box on the table. He feels like a
kid stealing from the cookie jar, like he's going to get caught any second now and get scolded for
eating sweets without permission. But there's no one here to scold him, no one to hold him
accountable except himself.

And he's weak.

His resolve crumbles so easily and before he knows it he's got his hand on the package, peeling
back the tape. Inside he sees a matte lilac plastic bag with the logo of the company on. He can feel
his heart beating in his chest. He can barely contain his excitement.

He fishes out the bag, opening it to reveal delicate lace in a similar lilac colour. Picking out the
beautiful set he lays it on his bed to admire it. It's infinitely more gorgeous than he'd ever expected
it to be. He feels like he should've known it would succeed his expectations, but he's still taken
aback by the beautiful craftsmanship.

The best word he can find to describe it is delicate. Softly coloured lace with intricately
embroidered flowers covers both the bra and panties. He can see the panties are slightly high-
waisted, surely it's going to highlight his slender flame. The ruffles on the border embodying
femininity. He's ecstatic.

The bra is equally stunning. Like the panties there's ruffles along the band. He can't help but think
that the details are just perfect; there's a small bow between the cups and a cutout on each side just
to show a tad more skin.

He already knows it's a lost cause. Whatever deal he'd made with himself yesterday, it was out the
fucking window.

It's so easy for him to discard the towel on the floor. He picks up the panties first, sliding them up
his slender legs. He shudders at the softness of the fabric against his skin. It's heaven. His cock can
barely fit in them, he doesn't need to look to know he must look obscene. The thought excites him.

He picks up the bra and the sense of comfort he feels as the fabric makes contact with his chest
isn't normal. He knows it isn’t, but he has no regrets, not in this moment.

He closes the clasp on the back with ease. He's wearing it, he's actually wearing it. He's been
waiting so long for this set, it's like a dream come true. His heart is beating so heavily in his chest,
he's almost scared to look at himself in the mirror. But he has to, he knows how fucking good he
must look right now.

He takes a deep breath before he turns around, facing the mirror that hangs on his wall. He almost
can't believe how good he looks. Felix knows he's not exactly ugly, but nothing makes him feel as
pretty as when he wears lingerie. It's just a completely different league.

He turns, trying a few different poses, really soaking in the way the lace decorates his body. He
can't help the soft fuck that escapes his lips. He doesn't get to revel much more in the view as his
little modeling session is abruptly cut off by his phone alarm going off.

He grabs it off the desk where it had been resting during his shower. He has to get ready to leave
for practice. He bites his lip, he really doesn't want to take the set off.
He turns his head slightly, taking another peek at himself in the mirror. It would be such a shame to
take it off now... it would almost seem like a waste.

He argues with himself in his head. It's a bad idea, he shouldn't do it... But it's also the best idea
he's ever had, and he should definitely do it.

"Shit..." he sighs softly, as he realizes that there's no fucking way he's going to take it off now.

He accepts his fate and fishes out his practice uniform from the closet. After he's put on the shorts
and tee he carefully inspects himself in the mirror again, making sure that the underwear isn't too
noticeable. Thankfully it's pretty well-hidden, the fact that their uniform is a very dark navy blue
definitely helps conceal any stray ruffles poking through the synthetic fabric.

His phone rings again, the final alarm signaling it's time to leave. He stops the alarm, grabs his
phone and his bag. He quickly shoves in a clean tee and a pair of sweats just in case. He doesn't
plan on changing after practice. It'll definitely be too risky while wearing lingerie.

As much as he likes the excitement from the thought of being caught, he would be absolutely
mortified if any of his teammates actually saw. He's pretty sure he's only really into the fantasy of
being caught.

He takes one last deep breath before heading out the door.

"I guess this is it," he mutters to himself half in disbelief that he's actually going through with it.
No regrets now.

His heart doesn't seem to calm down on the walk to practice. But Felix feels good, like a mix
between excited, confident and kind of turned on. He feels dirty, having this little secret that no one
else knows but him. Just thinking about it makes his cock twitch.

He shakes his head, he needs to calm down a little. If he pops a full boner at practice things are
definitely going to get weird.

He doesn't meet Chan on his way. He isn't sure if he should be happy or disappointed. He tries not
to think about it too much.

As it turns out he's the last to arrive, even though he's a few minutes early. He finds that kind of
strange, especially since there's always at least one or two people running late.

Practice starts and soon Felix figures out why he was the last one to arrive. This is definitely a
conspiracy against him. He's being absolutely fucking drilled. He should've expected it after
yesterdays fuck ups, but somehow he's still taken aback.

He assumes that Chan had asked the rest of the team to show up a bit early to plan how to go about
testing Felix. He wants to be annoyed at the team captain, but he can't really blame him. They all
need to be as close to perfection as possible and Felix definitely hadn't been.

Practice goes by slow and difficult. He hasn't felt this sweaty or out of breath in a while.

"Alright everyone let's take five." He hears Chan announce. Thank God, he really needs a break
and some water.

Before he can head to his water bottle on the sideline, he feels a strong hand on his back. He
freezes. It's placed right on top of the clasp of the bra. There's no way someone would be able to
feel it though, right? he thinks to himself as panic spreads through his veins.
"Sorry for putting you on the spot today Lix, I'm sure you understand that I had to make sure you
were still in shape," Chan says calmly. If he's noticed anything he doesn't show any sign of it.

Felix turns to look at him and gives him a careful nod, Chan's hand is still firmly placed on his
back. Chan shoots him a soft smile, before letting his hand drop. Felix isn't sure if he's imagining
things or if Chan had really moved his hand intently and slowly in order to feel more through his
shirt.

"I'm not done with you yet though, so get some water and get ready for round two." Chan grins
before heading over to talk to Hyunjin.

There's no way.

Felix goes to take a drink, his head feels like it’s spinning. Chan hadn't really said anything
indicating he knows, he also hadn't shown any other sign of knowing. Surely, he doesn't know.

He doesn't get to dwell more on it before they're all called back to start practicing again.

Felix makes it through another 45 minutes of being absolutely put to the test. At the end of it he's a
sweaty mess, way more of a mess than he'd intended on being. He feels proud of himself though,
even with the stress of Chan maybe knowing about his lingerie situation he hadn't let it distract him
from performing well.

He just has one huge problem. There's no way he can make it back home like this, he's way too
gross and the lace is starting to itch from the friction caused by rubbing against his sweaty skin.
He's going to have to change.

He has to wait until everyone has cleared out of the changing room. He goes to the sideline and
lays down on his back. He figures exhaustion is as good an excuse as any to stay away from the
changing room until everyone else has left.

Thankfully no one really bothers him about it. Most of the guys just give him a wave and say
goodbye over their shoulder as they head into the changing rooms.

He's still trying to catch his breath when Chan comes to him, towering above his body.

"Well, you definitely did infinitely better than yesterday Lix. I'm not sure what had you so
distracted," he remarks casually.

Felix can feel the relief surge through his body. So, Chan doesn't know, thank God.

"Honestly, just your casual university stress," he offers in response.

"Yeah, happens to the best of us," Chan smiles, "Good job today, keep it up. I'll see you next
week."

And with that Chan also heads to the changing rooms.

Felix almost can't believe that he somehow made it through practice without anyone finding out.
He feels giddy. He wore lingerie around his entire team and not one of them knows. He lets out a
small laugh of disbelief.

He spends another 15 minutes on the floor, sitting up halfway through waiting. He drinks some
water and mindlessly browses Instagram before he finally deems it safe enough to go change.
As he walks in, he makes sure to take a look around. He isn't excessive about it, but he just checks
quickly to be sure. He doesn't see anyone and it's also quiet. No sounds of water running, no
fidgeting with fabric. It's dead quiet.

Felix lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He feels relief wash over him again.
He's been on edge the entire time during practice and finally it seems that he's completely in the
clear. He hadn't even realized how fucking exhausted he is.

Suddenly his skin feels stickier than before, the lace fabric feels itchier, his shorts rub against his
inner thigh in a way that makes him want to claw them off. He makes it to his usual locker,
opening it and pulling his bag out.

Without any hesitation or nerves he peels off his training jersey, thankful to be rid of the fabric. He
throws it on the bench and fishes out his clean tee and sweatpants from his bag. He's slightly bent
over, too focused on retrieving his things and packing up the dirty shirt. He doesn't notice the
presence of another person until it's too late.

"Uh..." Felix hears from behind him.

With the clean tee clutched in his hand he whips around in surprise to face whoever just made the
noise.

With eyes wide he comes face to face with Chan. He can't decipher the look on the older man's
face, he looks surprised sure... but there's something else. Something Felix cannot put his finger
on. Disgust? Worry? He's not sure he wants to know.

"It's not..." Felix trails off. What's he going to say? It's not what you think? But it is. He's here half
naked, lingerie showing and only covered up slightly by the tee he's holding on to for dear life.

"I'm sorry, I just..." Chan starts, "I came back because I forgot my phone. I didn't mean to... uhm,
interrupt."

Felix’ heart is pounding, he can feel it hard and heavy in his chest.

"I know, uh, I know what it looks like, but I swear I'm not…"

... Not weird.

It's quiet. Silence spreads between them awkwardly, Felix thinks he could probably cut the tension
with a knife if he tried. He's got his eyes locked on Chan, trying to analyse any change in his
demeanor.

Chan's eyes travel down his body, Felix can practically feel them lingering on his exposed skin.
Chan doesn't look back up. Felix doesn't understand why. He looks down and realizes with horror
that the high-waisted panties peek above the waistband of his shorts. Lilac ruffles hugging soft
skin.

"You really went all out," Chan comments, before looking back up at Felix' face.

Felix is sure he sees the team captain swallow dryly.

"Uh, yeah..." he responds back quietly.

"Can I... I mean, like... Can I see?" Chan asks.

Felix is sure he's lost his mind for a second, because there's no way his volleyball team captain
Christopher Bang just asked him if he can see Felix' lingerie. Absolutely not possible.

He feels very warm all of a sudden. The kind of warmth that starts in his stomach and spreads
through every limb, crawling underneath his skin like an itch. He's at a loss.

Chan doesn't seem to have an issue with him not answering. Instead he reaches a hand out,
grabbing the tee in Felix' hand carefully. He's testing the waters.

Felix’ mind is going wild, he feels like he's thinking a hundred thoughts at the same time. But at
the end of the day, the most prominent thought is Chan wants to see him in lingerie.

He loosens his grip on the tee, letting Chan remove the only thing shielding the view of him in a
bra. Chan throws the shirt on the bench behind Felix and takes in the sight in front of him. Felix
feels his breath hitch as he's being watched. Chan's eyes run over his chest slowly, he feels more
naked like this than if he hadn't been wearing the bra.

He hears Chan mutter a low fuck under his breath and God if it doesn't go straight to Felix' cock.
He tries to convince himself he doesn't want to feel aroused by the situation, but he's always been a
bad liar.

He's not sure what to do, so he just lets Chan look at him as much as he wants, studying the older
man's face as he does so.

If he thought Chan asking to see him in the lingerie was a surprise, nothing could've prepared him
for what he asks next.

"Can I touch it?"

Felix blinks in disbelief. He wants to let out a groan at the way Chan sounds. Voice low and sultry.
Felix doesn't want to hope for something that isn't going to happen, but he can't deny how fucking
badly he wants to feel Chan's hands on him, even if it's just to let the other feel the lace of his bra.

"Y-yeah" he manages to stutter out, not even close to as collected as he'd wanted to sound.

He'd expected Chan to just reach out and maybe feel up the lace a bit, but Chan had other ideas
apparently. Instead, he steps closer to Felix, leaving only minimal space between them. Felix can
hear him breathing. He's so close, if he just leaned a little bit forward their foreheads would touch.
Felix tries to not think about it, he's already way too fucking riled up.

He feels a shiver run down his spine when Chan makes contact with his skin the first time. He's
running a finger carefully underneath the band of the bra. His hand feels so warm against Felix'
skin, he's hyperaware of the burning trace it leaves in its wake.

He closes his eyes, completely focused on Chan's touch. He wants to save this moment in his
memory forever.

He feels Chan slide both hands along his ribcage, practically holding him in place. He's so nervous,
he doesn't know what's going to happen next.

He feels Chan lean close, their foreheads resting against each other. He can feel Chan's breath
ghost over his face softly. His hands slide up cupping his pecs, his thumb rubbing delicately over
the lace.

Felix lets out a whimper as Chan's thumbs brush over his sensitive nipples.
"God you're so fucking hot," Chan almost groans. It's so low, so quiet that Felix almost doesn't
hear it. The words go straight to his cock. He's suddenly painfully aware of the fact that he's fully
hard.

"Please..." Felix almost whispers. He's not sure what he's asking for. Anything and everything
maybe.

"Let me see the rest, yeah?" Chan asks.

Felix can't even get himself to answer, he's so fucking gone, absolutely drunk on the moment. He
nods his head carefully against Chan's.

He feels the older man's large hands slide tenderly from his pecs, down his ribcage, past his hips -
fingers brushing over lace ruffles - until he's hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of Felix'
shorts. But he doesn't stop there, no. He snakes his hands from the side to the back. He starts
pulling the shorts off, hands sliding over the supple flesh of Felix' ass.

Felix breath hitches. Chan's hands feel so fucking nice against his skin, he feels like he's burning
up. It dawns on him that in just a few seconds Chan will be able to see just how fucking hard he is
through the sheer lace panties. He blushes at the thought.

Chan lets out a small moan.

"Fuck... Fuck you're wearing a thong, Lix," Chan comments as he notices that there's no fabric
covering the younger's cheeks.

"Do you like it?" Felix asks. He's nervous but he's pretty sure he knows what the answer is going to
be.

"If I like it?" Chan lets out a small laugh, "I don't think I've liked anything more in my entire life.”

Felix feels his shorts finally drop completely to the ground. Chan has his hands firmly planted on
his ass, he feels him squeeze the flesh underneath his fingers. Felix has to fight every fiber of his
being not to moan embarrassingly loud.

He might as well not have tried because before he knows it Chan lifts one hand just for it to return
with a deafening smack. Nothing in this world would've helped him stay quiet, so he lets himself
moan at the delicious sting of Chan's hand.

"You sound sinful," Chan comments.

They're still so close, maybe even closer than before. Felix isn't sure when they'd gravitated even
further towards each other, but he knows that they're millimeters from their noses touching. He
feels Chan's hand wander yet again.

Felix has an idea of what's about to happen, but he doesn't dare to dream.

One of Chan's hands rests at his waist, the other ever so slowly travels up his body until it reaches
the back of his neck. He can feel Chan slide his finger into his hair, fingers gripping it gently.
Before he knows it Chan tightens his grip, pulling his hair and along with it his head.

He lets out another whine.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" The tone of Chan's voice is lethal.
Felix lets out a breathy yes in response.

The feeling of Chan's fingers buried in his hair is divine, he feels fuzzy like his brain isn't working
properly anymore and it's addicting. He almost feels disappointed when Chan's grip loosens ever
so slightly. But he doesn't get to dwell on it before he feels the older male move even closer.

He feels Chan's breath on his lips, they're impossibly close. The anticipation is killing him. He
doesn't have to wait long before he finally feels Chan's soft lips against his. He can't help but make
a low sound of satisfaction in the back of his throat. It seems to turn Chan on because he bites
Felix' bottom lip, pulling it slightly before letting go.

Chan kisses him with intent. Soft, deep, passionate. He doesn't shy away from sneaking his tongue
past Felix' lips. Felix thinks he must've died and gone to heaven. Never in a million years had he
thought he'd be making out with his team captain in the locker room after getting caught wearing
lingerie. It's like something out of a porno.

He's not about to complain.

He feels Chan's finger tighten in his hair again, pulling him away from their kiss. His head is tilted
backwards completely at Chan's mercy. Felix mourns the loss of direct contact.

"Who would've thought you were so obedient?" Chan comments, his voice is like music to Felix'
ears.

"Just for you," Felix responds desperately. He wants Chan to kiss him again, touch him more, do
whatever he wants.

"Yeah? Is this all just for me?" Chan asks, pulling Felix’ head further back as a show of
dominance.

Felix lets out a soft moan, "Yes, fuck... Just for you.”

Suddenly Chan lets go of him completely, taking a step away. Felix can feel himself panicking
slightly. He wants to whine at the loss but he stops himself. Instead he just tilts his head forward
and looks at Chan.

He clearly has nothing to worry about because Chan is positively drinking in the sight of Felix in
his half-naked glory. He's abruptly reminded of the fact that he's wearing sheer lace, not to mention
small panties and his cock his painfully hard. He can feel it fighting to stay within the panties, head
probably peaking through the waistband.

He feels embarrassed, he moves his hands to cover himself up. Chan grabs his wrists before he can
do it.

"Not allowed. This is all for me, remember? So don't cover anything up," he says with a smirk. His
eyes travel up and down Felix' body one last time before he moves closer again. Felix is desperate
to feel Chan's hands on him again, to feel his lips, to feel his fingers grip his hair.

What he gets instead is so much better.

Chan places his hand gently on Felix' hard cock, touch so soft it's barely grazing against the fabric
of the panties. Felix's heart skips a beat.

He tries to fight the urge to buck into Chan's hand but he fails miserably. He just can't help it.
Chan's touch is so warm and so close, he needs to feel more.
"Needy baby" Chan whispers absentmindedly, but he complies and finally touches Felix' cock with
intent. He strokes him through the delicate fabric of the panties. The pressure feels so fucking good
that Felix can't keep quiet.

He lets himself whimper and moan under Chan's touch.

"You sound so pretty for me Felix," Chan groans, "All for me."

He feels hazy from Chan’s touch, so he allows himself to reach out and grip the older man’s arm
for support. He needs to feel grounded. It feels so good, he can’t remember the last time he felt
someone else touching him like this.

He bucks his hips into Chan’s hand. He can’t help it, the feeling is too overwhelming not to.

“So sensitive,” Chan coos, but much to Felix’ despair he removes his hand.

He lets out a whine and Chan seems to get it because he responds with a soft patience. Instead he
feels the older man’s strong hands firmly on his hips and before he knows it he’s being turned
around. He puts his hands against the locker for support.

“You’re so pretty like this Felix,” Chan groans, “So pliant under me.”

Chan’s fingers hook under the panties, baring Felix from the waist down, ass on full display. Felix
swallows dryly, he wants Chan so badly. He wants to feel Chan’s hands on him, feel his lips
against his skin, feel him inside.

He’s pulled from his wandering thoughts as he feels a sharp sting against his right cheek. He lets
out an audible gasp. It seems Chan likes his ass a lot more than expected. It doesn’t take long
before he feels a matching sting on his left cheek.

Chan’s hands slide up his body as the older man moves closer to Felix, practically crowding him.
He can feel Chan flushed against his body and it makes his skin itch with need. He feels the first
experimental grind of Chan’s hard cock against his ass. He wishes he could feel it fully and
unclothed.

The moan that escapes Chan’s lips should be illegal. He’s so close to Felix, he can hear it so
clearly. Chan moves against him languidly. It’s so good but it’s not enough.

“Please Chan,” Felix whines softly.

“Yeah? What do you want?” the team captain challenges.

He should’ve known by now that Chan is going to take his sweet time enjoying every single
second of this. He’s always been a bit of a tease in all aspects of life. Felix knows he’s in for a wild
ride.

Chan’s hands move up to cup his chest, thumbs gently stroking over delicate lace. The sensation of
Chan’s hands on him coupled with the mild scratch of the lace sets Felix’ nerves on fire. His dick
twitches at the sensation.

“F-fuck” he hiccups, “Please Chan I need you.”

“Mmm?” Chan hums. Felix can practically feel the arrogance rolling off of Chan.

“Please, want to feel you,” he keeps trying.

“You’re feeling me right now, aren’t you?” Chan murmurs, lips against the side of Felix’ throat.
He thrusts his cock against Felix’ ass harder as he says it, just to underline his point.

But it’s not enough, not even close.

“Want you to fuck me, Chan,” Felix moans. He makes sure to drag out the older man’s name. If
Chan can rile him up, he can do it too.

It must’ve worked pretty well, because he feels Chan latch himself to his neck. He licks and sucks
at the heated skin, definitely leaving a mark. Felix pushes himself back onto Chan’s cock, meeting
his thrusts. There’s no way Chan can resist fucking him after this.

When Chan leaves his now bruised throat, he moves a hand to Felix’ mouth. He runs a finger
across his bottom lip gently.

“Open wide, baby,” Chan instructs. Felix can’t even begin to describe the sense of authority Chan
has over him right now. He opens his mouth obediently.

“Good boy,” Chan groans before sliding in two fingers, “Suck.”

Felix doesn’t need to be told twice, he sucks Chan’s fingers to the best of his ability, making sure
to get them plenty wet. He’s pretty sure he knows what comes next.

“Look at you, so pretty, so obedient. You’ll do whatever I say, won’t you?” Chan eggs him on.

Felix moans around his fingers.

Before long Chan removes his fingers and moves back a little. Felix mourns the loss of body heat.
He wishes they could stay connected forever, but he knows what’s about to come is going to be
worth it.

“Bend over a bit more for me, baby” Chan instructs and Felix complies.

He feels Chan’s wet fingers at his entrance. Carefully stroking him on the outside. Chan dips a
single finger in, slow and controlled. Felix gasps at the sensation. He fingers himself regularly, but
he’d forgotten just how different it feels to have someone else touch him there.

“So tight,” Chan mutters under his breath, working the finger in deeper.

Felix cock throbs. It’s all so obscene, him wearing lingerie, the way Chan talks to him, feeling
Chan finger him. He almost wants to pass out.

Chan adds another finger, just as carefully as the first one. Felix appreciates the thought and he’s
not surprised that Chan is as caring in bed as he is in all aspects of life.

The initial discomfort quickly starts to fade away, making it easier for Felix to simply focus on the
pleasure of having Chan’s skilled fingers inside him. Chan gets more comfortable too, starts
spreading him open more, working his fingers inside. He hooks them slightly looking for that one
spot that’ll make Felix lose his mind.

Felix knows he’s making all kinds of sounds. He tries not to be too loud but he cannot keep quiet,
not like this. He feels so good, so full. When Chan finally hits the right spot he can’t help but let
out an uncontrolled moan.

“Oh fuck,” Chan moans back at him. He makes sure to move his fingers against the spot over and
over, trying to coax out every pretty sound Felix has to offer.

Felix is in heaven, he feels so fucking good. Pleasure licking up his spine, heat pooling in his lower
stomach. He can feel his cock dripping. He wants to come so bad.

“P-please Chan, ‘m going to come,” he mewls.

“Yeah baby? You feel good?” Chan groans.

Felix wants to respond but he just moans instead. He’s sure Chan gets the message.

He’s so close, so so close when Chan removes his fingers. He whimpers shamelessly, he wants to
come so badly.

“I know, baby,” Chan coos, “It’s okay I’ll make you feel really good again, don’t worry.”

He can hear Chan spitting behind him. Even though he can’t see it the image in his mind is
positively filthy. He knows Chan is getting ready to fuck him proper. He can feel the heat of
Chan’s body again as the older male moves closer.

Chan places the tip of his cock against Felix’ entrance. It’s wet and warm. Felix has never wanted
anyone to just push their entire length inside him in one go so badly before. But Chan doesn’t.
Instead he grips Felix’ hip with one hand, the other hand firmly placed on his own cock, guiding it
steadily inside Felix.

The stretch of Chan’s thick cock is unbelievable. It’s a little uncomfortable and a little bit too
much, but in the best way possible. Felix lets out a small moan. Chan isn’t exactly quiet either,
groaning deep in his chest as his cock is slowly enveloped.

Before long he’s buried to the hilt inside of Felix, chest pressed against back. They’re so close,
Felix can yet again feel Chan breathing against his skin. He’s breathing so heavily, it’s vulgar.
Chan grips his hip with his other hand as well, having a firm grasp on the smaller man’s body.

“So fucking tight,” he mutters against Felix’ neck.

They stand like that for a few seconds before Chan slowly starts moving. He’s trying to be careful,
but Felix can feel a slight stutter in his movements. He’s definitely fighting not to lose control.

Felix decides to take matters into his own hands. He starts pushing his hips back meeting Chan’s
thrusts. It creates more distance between them, deepening the movements. The moan that Chan lets
out is worth everything.

“Filthy,” he says under his breath.

Apparently that’s all it takes for Chan to let go. He starts fucking into Felix deeper and harder, the
sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the empty locker room. The force of Chan’s thrusts has
Felix bracing himself against the locker in front of him. He can’t move against Chan anymore,
overwhelmed by the strength of the older man.

“So fucking good for me,” Chan grunts, raking his fingers through the hair at Felix’ neck again.

He doesn’t even have time to anticipate it before he feels his head being pulled forcibly back. He
lets out a broken moan. Chan’s other arm wraps around his abdomen and he feels himself being
held tightly, he dares to let his hands drop from the locker. Chan has full control of his body.
“Such a good boy, so pliant,” Chan praises, “You really will do anything for me.”

Felix wants to cry, but he settles on a pathetic low whine instead.

He’s never been fucked this good in his life. He’s not sure if it’s because he has a crush on Chan or
if Chan is just insanely good at fucking… maybe it’s both, he honestly doesn’t care. He feels so
full. He’d always known Chan had a big cock, but he’s never been this up and close with it and big
is an understatement.

His cock is weeping, prostate hit with every single thrust and he’s moaning like a mess. He knows
he’s not going to last for much longer.

Chan shoves him roughly back towards the locker. Felix manages to catch himself, hands against
the cold metal. They’re still connected. Chan’s hand wanders from his hair to the middle of his
back, putting pressure to show Felix he’s there and he’s in charge.

“You thought I didn’t notice earlier,” Chan suddenly says.

Felix eyes widen.

“As if I wouldn’t be able to feel this through the thin jersey,” he chuckles, a sound that sends
shivers down Felix’ spine. Chan sneaks a finger under the band of the bra, pulling it up and letting
it snap against Felix’ heated skin.

Felix feels embarrassment surge through his body. But instead of feeling mortified, he feels
excited. Like he wants Chan to tell him he’s bad.

“Filthy little slut,” Chan spits. Felix can’t help but moan.

“Chan p-please I’m…” Felix trails off. Chan has made an absolute mess of him, all he can do is
moan and beg, but he’s so close.

“You want to come for me like the little slut you are, hm?” Chan teases.

Felix can’t help it. The way he speaks, the tone of his voice, his groans, the way he’s breathing so
heavily, everything about Chan makes him feel like his body is on fire.

“Yes, please. Please… Please,” he begs pathetically.

“So good for me, such a good boy.”

Felix can’t hold it back any longer. As Chan keeps fucking him so deeply, thick cock prodding at
his prostate he comes with a low, guttural moan. Cum painting the locker and bench in front of
him.

“Oh fuck, baby boy,” Chan moans as he feels Felix contracting around his cock.

He thrusts shallowly a few more times before coming inside of Felix with a surprisingly soft groan.
He tightens his grip around the younger man as he rides out his orgasm, heavy breaths tickling
Felix’ neck.

They stand there for a while, trying desperately to catch their breaths. Felix relishes in it, feeling
pliant and relaxed under the heat of Chan’s body.

“Fuck that was… hot,” Chan laughs.

 It catches Felix off-guard. He can’t help but let out a laugh as well, because yeah, it was hot.

“Stand still for a sec, yeah?” Chan instructs before pulling out slowly. Felix winces a little, very
sensitive after being fucked so thoroughly.

“We made a fucking mess,” Chan laughs again. Felix doesn’t need to look to know it’s true.

“I guess we’ll have to clean up then,” he responds with a smile.

“Yeah… We probably should,” Chan starts, “Or we could go take a shower together first?”

Felix’ heart skips a beat. He hadn’t expected anything from Chan after this honestly.

“And maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll let you suck my dick” Chan adds, voice dripping with arrogance.

Felix lets out a small laugh, “Oh you wish.”

“Yeah, we should definitely do this again,” Chan says before he starts heading towards the
showers.

Yeah, we definitely should Felix thinks.

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