summary: What happens when you call your best friend a good boy?
warnings: p0rn with very little plot, pet names, outdoor s3x, praise, established relationship, friends to lovers, size difference, overstimulation
“Oh, you are so a golden retriever boyfriend, Channie!” You grabbed your phone and in a flash started to scroll and search for the definition. It was summer and that meant BBQ’s and beers at your place. The sun was high in the sky and the two of you were on your fourth or fifth beer. “A-ha! Here it is!” You turned your phone screen to Chan so he could read the perfectly executed Urban Dictionary definition. His eyes squinted a bit as he read, mouthing the words “loyal” and “easy-going” and “sunshine”. His lips slowly curled up into a smile as his eyes flicked up to meet yours.
“You really think that about me?” He asked softly, his eyes still locked onto you.
“Of course I do!” You beamed, smiling so wide your cheeks made your eyes almost disappear. Chan was fiercely loyal, that was the truest part of the definition, almost to a fault. For the better part of a year he had been in a more than toxic relationship. Every fight, every argument, every misunderstanding he had with her, you tried your best to be the supportive friend even though it was killing you inside. You were happy that the relationship had ended and you knew your best friend was better off but there was a part of you that sensed Channie needed a reminder of just how great he really was.
You leaned forward in your chair so your face was even closer to Chan’s. “I could just pat your head and tell you what a good boy you are!” You giggled softly and patted the top of his head one, two, three times. “Good boy.” You said gently. Not in a teasing tone or as a way to mock him. The words were just stated as fact. Those two words shot through Chan’s chest like a bullet. Bursting through his ribcage clear to the other side. He froze in place for a moment unsure of what this feeling was. He had been praised before, sure. He had been told he was “doing great” by girls while he was inside of them. Slamming away, in and out and in again. Hitting those soft, spongy spots that made their eyes roll back and their tongue loll out of their mouth. He had been told how big he was. “So big!” Was a regular phrase that he never got tired of. His cock stretching and making room inside a tight, wet cunt was a feeling he was used to, a feeling he loved.
But this feeling was new. It was feral, gnawing, needy, aching. You were someone that saw him, really saw him, for everything he was. His accomplishments, his flaws, his ups and his downs. You had been there for all of it and still saw the best in him. He wanted to be good for you. That's what this feeling was. He wanted to hear those words again and again and again while he made you feel the most intense pleasure of your life.
The next few minutes moved like sand through an hourglass. Chan stared at your lips still wet with beer from your most recent sip. He leaned in slowly, lingering in the moment to see what your reaction would be. Would you pull away? Would you be upset with him for evening attempting such a bold move? Kissing his best friend, this could change everything between the two of you. Chan leaned in closer still, his eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes then back to your lips again. He wanted to taste you so badly. He needed to show you just what a good boy he could be. Your breath caught in your chest as Chan’s button lips lightly brushed against yours. His nose angled against your top lip right in that spot underneath your nose. Cupid’s bow. That’s the word that flashed in your mind as you closed your eyes and started to part your lips for him. He smelled like beer and sunscreen. Like summer and sunshine incarnate.
“Chan…” You moaned into his mouth barely above a whisper.
Chan growled back in response, He snaked his hand through your hair until it rested on the back of your neck. He pulled you in hard, deepening the kiss. Your body responded in an instant. Without hesitation you pulled at his tank top to bring him closer to you. A wordless promise that you were ready for anything he had in store for you.
Chan gripped your thighs hard and wrapped them around his waist while simultaneously picking you up and sitting you down on the edge of the patio table. The metal from the old table legs squeaked and creaked softly as you and Chan moved as one. He reached his arms up and slightly back to pull his tank top up and over his head. His biceps flexed and pulsed with the intense muscle that lay underneath. He groaned in frustration at the sight of your jean shorts. While earlier today he was admiring how perfectly they sculpted around your ass, now they were just too tight and too in the way of where he so desperately needed to be.. He pulled at the buttons clumsily and ripped at the zipper so harshly that it completely broke.
“Channie!” You squealed. You weren’t really mad. In all truth you found it incredibly sexy. You had never had someone want you so badly that they were willingly to tear off your clothes.
Chan gave you a slight smirk and simply said, “I’ll buy you new ones.”
Next thing torn to pieces was your panties followed by the same weak objection from you and the promise made from him.
You lived in a quiet, suburban neighborhood. You rented but you loved your quaint little home. One thing you never gave much concern to was your neighbors. You would have backyard barbeques with your friends almost every weekend and while you weren’t particularly “wild” you didn't let the potential of uppity neighbors stop your fun. Besides, your neighbors would party sometimes too. You’d hear loud music or shouting and shrug it off. Who cares? No, you never really considered the people living around you. That was until your best friend started to slide his hard cock inside you. When Chan’s cock was starting to stretch you, slowly inching its way deeper and deeper, then you considered who might be around. Because now, in this moment, you had to moan, you had to scream, you had to shout something. It was all just so good. It was all just so much. He was just SO. GODDAMN. BIG.
“Ch-Channie..” You murmured. “C-cover my m-mouth. I’m gonna scream..”
Chan looked up from where his cock was moving, almost at the base now. He tried hard not to move his hips too much so you could adjust to his size. You were just so tight it was driving him crazy. He nodded and gently covered your mouth with his large hand. Your eyes rolled back as he bottomed out inside of you. You let out a long, muffled moan, gripping hard at his forearms. You wiggled your hips wildly, signalling him to start moving his as well. Then you mumbled something into his hand right before he pulled it away.
“What?” He grunted, his eyes focused again on your perfectly wet cunt wrapped around him.
“I said, Good Boy.” You panted through a smile.
Chan’s pupils widened and his eyelids lowered. His hands found their way to your hips as he gripped hard until the tender sensitive flesh felt like it may bruise. You arched your back from the sensation of pleasure and pain. Chan snapped his hip and began to thrust into you at a feral and unforgiving pace. One of his hands left your hip and trailed slowly down your stomach until his thumb resting on your swollen clit. He rubbed easy concentric circles on the sensitive nub making your pussy squeeze and grip around his cock. Every time you clenched around him he groaned and growled in approval. Little words were used now, just guttural sounds of pleasure and need for release. Only one phrase remained now.
“Say it again.” Chan moaned. His feral cries were mixing with a begging plea that sounded so delicious you felt like you could cry.
Sometimes I forget that a lot of stays are notified of my posts and sometimes they'll see my trans/masc post
But then I remember that it's my blog and I can do whatever the hell I want and that includes trans content as well as SKZ content because those boys would love me as I am 😏
the appeal of forcemasc for me is that ive spent my whole life surrounded by people who so desperately want me to be a girl and ever since i (sort of) came out as trans everyone (my family especially) is SO against me being male. the appeal of forcemasc is someone FINALLY saying actually you are a man you have always been one and you are hotter as one!!
Just wanted to pop in and say hi to all the new followers!
welcome welcome welcome and thank you sm for the support. I still can't believe y'all read my fics and that there are so many of you here with me. This really is a fantastic community and I am endlessly grateful to be a part of it 🩵
contains: possessive, jealous, Dom Chan, bratty reader, long distance relationship, unprotected sex, intoxication
Chan fumbled with his house keys. He was somewhere between buzzed and really fucking drunk. The lock finally clicked and he pushed the door open with his shoulder. "Shit...!" He whispered after almost knocking over a nearby lamp he spent way too much money on. He started to walk upstairs when he saw the light from your room. He clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes. His blood pressure was already rising as he recalled the revealing outfit you had wore tonight. Coming out to that party. With his friends. Flirting. Right in front of him.
He squeezed his hands into fists and stomped towards her door. He turned the handle and slammed the door open without warning. You were sprawled out on top of his bed. You knew he'd be pissed. In fact, you were counting on it. He had been on the road for weeks now and you haven't said more than two words to each other since he's been back.
So yes, you wanted to make him jealous. You wanted to make him angry. Angry sex was some of the best sex the two of you have. You narrowed your eyes at him when he entered the room, a small smirl already forming on your face. "And what's your problem?
Chan slammed the door behind him not even caring if their neighbors heard him. "My problem?! What the fuck is YOUR problem you little brat! Don't EVER dress like that around my friends AGAIN. You hear me?" He was now inches from your face, his arms on either side of your legs, caging you in.
You held your ground and stared back at him matching his intensity. "Don't call me a fucking brat! I was just trying to get you to notice me for once."
"I'll call you a brat if you're acting like a fucking brat." Chan snapped back, holding your jaw in his hand roughly. His eyes grazed your body and noticed your nipples naturally hardened from his aggressive grip and it made his cock twitch. He stepped in between your legs to spread them wide. He held your jaw harder, forcing you to look at him and only him. Your lips were shining from a bit of saliva where you had licked them. You smelled like the keg from the party and that Victoria Secret perfume you kept in the bathroom. He sprayed it once down his pants so he could smell her while he jerked off. It was the hardest he had ever came.
Chan could hear his acid tongue and knew he was being harsh. But all he could think to say was- "You talk too damn much, brat..." *And without warning he pulled your mouth into his and kissed you hard. You couldn't help but moan desperately into his open mouth. There was no more playing hard to get. Your body felt weak and you needed him. Needed him in a way that no other man could satisfy. "Please, Channie..." You whispered. "Fill me up..."
Your back arched and his grip tightened around your hips, almost bruising your tender skin. He flipped you over on your stomach just like he always has, making you feel like a simple couch pillow, pulling your ass up against his bulge. He grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your head back and brought his lips to your ear. "you want to be filled up? Alright, princess. We're not stopping until you're knocked up and swelling."
His free hand spread your cheeks apart while he still held your hair taught. He pressed the head of his cock against your wet entrance, letting it twitch and flinch at warm contact. "Mmm fuck look how ready she is for me, practically pulling me in." He started to slide himself inside, using his other hand to tug on your hair again. "Now tell Daddy how much you missed his cock."
content warnings: m/m, pet names, rough play, dom/sub dynamic, teasing
Extended Version for members only here ♡
"You're annoying."
Seungmin laughs, his deep voice filling the room as he continues to invade Changbin’s personal space. “Annoying, huh? I'll take that as a complement.” He smirks, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, are you single or not? I need to know, for my plans.”
“Your plans?” Changbin raised an eyebrow.
"Mhm." Seungmin unconsciously flexes his abs, making his shirt tighter. "You know, girl plans. Like if I should invite girls over, or if I need to be more careful around the apartment because you have a girlfriend too." He winks again, waiting for his answer. His eyes drop to his lips briefly.
“You know I have a girlfriend, I've told you a million times, bro. Come on.” Changbin spits back without missing a beat.
Seungmin rolls his eyes playfully, finally taking a step back. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I just like messing with you." He grins, running a hand through his hair. "So, how's your girlfriend? Still hot?”
Changbin punches him in the arm playfully. “Watch it, puppy.”
Seungmin laughs, grabbing his arm as if in pain. "Ow! Damn, you pack a mean punch." He rubs his arm dramatically. "Fine, I'll behave... for now." He smirks again, his eyes sparkling again with playfulness.
“Watch your back, bro. You know I can still wrestle you to the ground any time, even when we're drunk.” Changbin gives a playful wink and scratches the stubble of his beard.
Seungmin laughs heartily, throwing an arm around Binnie’s shoulders in a friendly gesture. "Hell yeah, you can try! But I'm pretty sure I can take you down anytime, even drunk off my ass." He gives you a knowing shove. "You know what?”
He pauses, looking at Changbin with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We should get drunk tonight. You, me, some beers, and a wrestling match to see who's the toughest." Seungmin chuckles, his arm still around his shoulders. "What do you say?”
Changbin breaks out of his grip and puts him in a headlock in one swift motion. “You're on! Let's do it.”
Seungmin laughs, trying to break free from his roommate's headlock but failing."Fuck! Okay okay!" He struggles playfully. "Let me go!” He laughs harder as Changbin tightens the headlock slightly. "I give up! I give up!”
He lets go and tousles Seungmin's hair lightly. “I'll buy the beers, you buy the pizza.”
Seungmin straightens up, rubbing his head where Changbin’s hand just was. "Deal." He grins, punching his arm lightly. "But don't think you'll win just because you're buying the booze. I'm still gonna kick your ass." He turns and heads to the kitchen to grab his phone. The pizzeria on campus already knew their order by heart.
As the night goes on, the boys enjoy their pizza and beers, laughing and joking around. But as the alcohol starts to take effect, Seungmin’s competitive nature kicks in even more. "Alright, I think it's time for our wrestling match." He stands up, stretching his arms overhead.
Changbin nods his head and stands up facing him. “Hell yeah, brother. Let's do this!”
Seungmin cracks his knuckles and adopts a playful fighting stance, a huge grin on his face. "Last one standing wins. No holds barred, but no seriously hurting each other." He circles Binnie slowly. "You gonna come at me or what?" His eyes are shining with excitement. "3…”
Changbin rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck before making an unexpected lunge at Seungmin before the countdown can even finish.
Seungmin lets out a surprised laugh as Changbin tackles him to the ground, both of them tumbling onto the floor in a playful wrestling match. "Shit!" He tries to gain the upper hand but Changbin's mass quickly overpowers him. "You're a sneaky bastard!”
Changbin wraps his arms around Seungmin's waist and pulls his hips up against him in order to gain more control in his position. “Ha! Got you!” He brags, his arms flexing and muscles bulging.
Seungmin grunts as Changbin pulls his hips up, giving him more leverage. He wraps his legs around his waist to try and flip him over, but ends up grinding himself against his abs instead due to the position. "Fuck... wait a minute..." His voice comes out slightly breathless.
Changbin pins Seungmin's arms down over his head. “Had enough, pretty boy?”
Seungmin is completely pinned now, his chest heaving with laughter and something else... His arms trapped above his head, legs still wrapped around his roommate's waist trapping him between his body presses against him. "Mhm... I surrender..." But instead of submitting, he suddenly rolls his hips up.
His movement causes his hardening bulge to grind against Changbin's abs, the sudden contact making him freeze. He looks up at him with wide eyes, realizing the situation they're now in. "Oh... shit..." His face turns bright red as he quickly tries to unwrap his legs from around Changbin's waist.
Changbin holds down Seungmin's arms with one hand and uses his other hand to grab one of his legs. He presses Seungmin's leg and bends it against his stomach. “Are you hard right now?” Changbin asks with a playful smirk.
Seungmin’s leg gets trapped between Changbin’s strong arms, making him spread his thighs wider. He swallows hard, his body betraying him. "No..." He lies softly, then ruins it by bucking his hips slightly, grinding his semi-hard bulge against Changbin's abs again. "Goddamnit..." He mutters softly.
Without saying a word, Changbin rolls his hips into Minnie's growing bulge while holding eye contact with him.
Seungmin’s breath hitches loudly. His eyes widened further, pupils dilating with unexpected arousal. A soft gasp escapes his lips, his neck flushing a deep red. "F-fuck..." He stammers out, his hips instinctively rolling up to meet Changbin's again.
Changbin brings his fingers to Seungmin’s mouth, letting his thumb dip inside and play with his tongue while he continues to grind.
Seungmin's mouth falls open slightly at the feel of his roommate's thumb playing with his tongue. His hips buck up against Changbin's again, his bulge now fully hard and pressing against his abs through his sweatpants. He sucks Changbin's thumb into his mouth without thinking, swirling his tongue around it as he looks up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Do you see how fucking hard you made me, Minnie?” Changbin growls.
Seungmin's eyes snap down to Changbin’s crotch. Sweatpants are tented dramatically, his large bulge pressing against Seungmin's inner thigh. He swallows hard, realizing that he's fully hard too. "Holy..." He mumbles softly, his hips rolling again without his permission.
Changbin brings his face closer to Seungmin’s and presses their foreheads together.
The two boys breath mingle as their foreheads touch. Seungmin can feel Changbin's hard length pressing insistently against him, and it's all he can do not to grind harder. His hands, which had been lying limp beside him, now grip his sweatpants possessively.
A sharp intake of breath leaves Seungmin as Changbin's hand slides into his sweatpants. His hips jerk forward slightly at the sudden contact. "Fuck..." He whispers hoarsely, one hand moving to cover his while the other grips his wrist tightly.* "Wait... I'm not... I mean…”
Changbin's eyes flicker up to Seungmin's. “Do you want me to stop?”
Seungmin swallows hard, his eyes locked onto Changbin's. His hips buck up slightly against his hand, his cock throbbing in his grip. "I... No..." He admits softly, his voice barely a whisper. "But... I'm not gay or anything.”
“You're not?” Changbin gives him a playful smirk as his hand moves up and down on his length. “Well, your cock says otherwise.”
His breath hitches as Changbin teases him, his cock pulsing in his hand. He bites his lip hard to suppress a moan. "Shut up... That's just a physical reaction..." His hips start moving involuntarily, fucking into Changbin's hand. "I still like girls…”
“Sure you do, pretty boy.” Changbin whispers huskily as his hand moves faster.
Seungmin's eyes flutter closed as pleasure washes over him. He nods quickly, too lost in sensation to argue. "Mhm..." His voice comes out breathy and needy as he starts fucking Changbin's hand more eagerly. "Don't tell anyone..." He whispers desperately. "...Please…”
a/n: This was a labor of love honestly and I wanted to break out of my normal writing comfort zone so thank you all for giving me the platform to do that <3 I hope you all enjoy the first chapter. Please leave feedback!! It helps me out sm
Chapter One
Pink carnations lined the pathway to your house. That's how you knew spring was arriving. Long lines of pink. You'd push open your bedroom windows and breathe in the freshly cut grass, you'd let the warm breeze press past your hair, tickling your neck and shoulders.
It was your wedding day.
"Everyone is waiting downstairs, ma'am." A chambermaid squeaked from the doorway.
She was a new hire. A small, meek little thing that didn't talk much and avoided all eye contact. You had attempted many times to spark up a conversation with her, but all your efforts had fall flat thus far. You turned towards the door and gave her a firm nod. You took a deep breath in and made your way towards the stairs. Your dress swirled and swept across your legs as you moved.
You absolutely adored your dress. Long, flowing chiffon cascaded down your hips, falling to your feet at perfect length. A beaded corset swam up your waist and chest, while delicate lace fabric draped your shoulders, trickling down like a spring rain.
You counted your footsteps as you ascended down the staircase; one, two, three, four. Before you knew it, you were in the main hall of your family home. The kitchen staff had decorated every corner of the enormous mansion you called home. As you glanced around the room, there was only one person you were really looking for.
Chan was a potential suitor but he never pursued you. Gentlemen brought flowers to your door nearly every day. Bouquets of roses and purple tulips filled your room like something out of a fairytale. But he never sent so much as a flower petal.
"No carnations? Do these men not know you at all?" Your sister had notes the lack of your favorite flora.
Now it was your wedding day, a perfectly respectable man by the name of Felix Lee had asked for your hand in marriage. He came from a wealthy family
And had always treated you with the utmost respect. He was very well-liked in the town. Quite the charmer to the gaggle of ladies that had found themselves swarming him every chance they could. He had a beautiful smile and effortlesslessy gorgeous hair. You found yourself shrinking around him whenever he would speak, fearing that the light he exuded would burn you away.
But however magical Felix seemed, you still found yourself searching for Chan around every corridor. The whole town had been invited to this momentous occasion as Lady Whistledown had so affectionately called it.
She had gushed ansd gooned over the entire guest list, right down to the third cousin of the second aunt of the twice removed great uncle of… whatever. This was a spectacle. This was not for you. You were the eldest of your family. As your mother had never bore a son, the responsibility came down to you to marry someone in good standing to provide for your family. Although you would not live in this place anymore, your siblings and your parents would be well taken care of.
“The newest Whistledown has just arrived!” a valet ran into the dining hall with a small white paper in hand.
“She’s writing on the day of your wedding? That has to be a good sign.” Your sister nudged your shoulder with hers.
The two of you shared a smile that quickly faded when you saw the shocked faces slowly peppering across the room. Judgemental eyes shot through you like rusty nails, leaving an infectious monster spreading through your entire body. Your mother crossed the marble floor to hand you the latest gossip. Your hands began to shake as you lifted the small sheet to your face.
Dearest, Gentle Reader,
They say what is good for the goose is good for the gander, but what if the goose has taken a GANDER at another? This writer has heard a rumor most scandalous, about a certain Lady that has spent a significant amount of her time and attention on someone who is NOT her groom to be. A man in good standing is only considered as such if the company he keeps holds themselves to the same standards. Perhaps this bride may be having second thoughts?
(I know y'all see the vision and I know if I say "rocker boyfriend" or "groupie girlfriend" you will see me and understand me)
(I also know that if I post this at 4am most of you won't see it so my little rat thoughts can roam free in the tumblr multiverse without consequences)
(if you ARE seeing this and you also have the deviant mind to like it you are like ME and you understand the writing process and the madness that is fanfic)
I don't usually post my pulls on here but!!! I am compelled to now. The incredibly small photo of Channie, jisungie and hyunjinnie hitting the same pose, Jeongin looking absolutely fucking lethal in accordion style. I am a dog off his leash BARKING OUT THE WINDOW OF THE CAR
And if you're reading this please share your pulls as well, I need to experience MORE 👉👈
I'm sorry??? The glasses???? Is he the teacher's assistant??! Someone sedate me.. I am unhinged. He is gorgeous and soft and willing to teach. TEACH ME. Reader staying after class??? Extra tutoring?? Help them get a passing grade, yongbok...
