good behavior .ᐟ.ᐟ

꒰୨୧꒱— kim mingyu x fem!reader

꒰୨୧꒱— wc is approx. 2.8k

꒰୨୧꒱— genre : smut (mdni)

꒰୨୧꒱— cw : switch!gyu and switch!reader with dom!gyu. penetrative sex, unprotected sex. gendered praise on both sides (good boy/good girl), pet names (reader: princess). descriptive dirty talk, both narratively and with dialogue itself. heavy praise kink!

꒰୨୧꒱— tw : overstimulation, dummification, crying during sex from pleasure n overstimulation. cumming inside, heavy (?) subspace.

꒰୨୧꒱— notes : pure smut! this fic is written very stylistically for smut lol

you don’t think you’ll ever get over the sounds your boyfriend makes. 

kim mingyu is beautiful; this is no different even when he is beneath you. 

thinking about dokyeom underneath you, with his blue silky blouse open wide.

his eyes are closed shut, his honey colored chest covered in a thin layer of sweat as he groans, pushing his head further into the couch's cushion. you get a perfect view of his neck, wanting nothing more than to sink your teeth into its skin, leave some marks - but you know you can't.

"shiiit", and another groan as you sink yourself on him.

his chest is broad enough to accommodate both your hands now, letting you use it as a laverage for your movements.

it's raw, and it's quick paced because dokyeom meets your movements halfway through it, too desperate to feel you and to empty himself in you.

his hands loosely hold your hips, the dampness on both your skins making it too difficult to grab its flesh.

"fuck, love, it feels so good", he mumbles through short breaths. his eyes are open now, watching where you two connect and he disappears inside you.

dokyeom can feel everything, from the way you're so warm around him to the way his heart is beating fast against your palm; from the excitement of having you again to the risk of getting caught by his manager.

it feels dirty, and that just arouses him even more. the sounds you're making do not help at all, breathy moans that don't echo through the room but go straight into dokyeom's ears - and ego.

he is gone, though, the moment you take one of his hands and bring it to your mouth, lips circling both his index and middle finger to suck on it.

"shit, shit, shit", dokyeom squirms underneath you. "love, i'm gonna cum. i-'m gonna-"

his climax washes over him hard and fast, and he's more than surprised when you don't stop bouncing on him, chasing your own high as he rides out his.

the overstimulation kicks in just as you cum too, finally slowing down on top of him. dokyeom is a mess, there are dark spots on his blue blouse caused by sweat, he can feel both his and your release dripping from you and sticking to his lower abdomen and thighs too, and he knows his makeup must be ruined.

still, he would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

THIS IS SO HDSBSJEBDKEBD

for halloween ⟡ kmg

summary: “I want to see if we can fuck each others’ brains out, so good to the point that we forget that there’s a scary movie playing right in front of us.”

authors note: sorry, i’ve been away for forever. with halloween coming up, i rushed this to get it out in time. it's not the best, but please enjoy <3

    stripper!reader x stripper!mingyu

— where you join forces with your coworker, mingyu, to make this saturday's client night the absolute best!

WARNINGS: +18, smut, stripper club setting, pussy eating, penetrative sex, protected sex, public teasing, mentions of money.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

the bass is so loud, it’s vibrating through your bones. you can feel it under your fingertips as you grip the pole, spinning lazily around, letting your body arch and twist under the spotlight like it’s nothing. just another night, just another shift.

the stage lights glint off the tiny pearls on your matching set, each one catching the neon pinks and blues cutting through the dark, practically blinding in how they flash against your skin. your whole body sparkles, glitter dusting your cheeks, eyelids shimmering every time you blink.

out of the corner of your eye, you catch mingyu, all perfect muscle and stupidly sharp jawline, doing his thing with some woman who’s gotta be pushing forty, maybe fifty. she’s bold, though, slipping a stack of bills down his waistband like she’s done this before. the whole time, mingyu’s eyes are locked on you, a smirk teasing at his lips as he grinds just close enough to make her blush. cocky.

endpoint

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x f!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, angst, FWB to idiots to lovers

Length: ~19.5k

Note: thank you to @gyuswhore my love, my life, for suffering through this with me. this fic is set in the same universe as her gyu fic for this collab so check it out (threat). also thank u @haologram and everyone else who beta'd this for me bc im sensitive. follow @camandemstudios for more fics!!! i will come back later and tag the people who commented on the teaser but rn im getting day drunk hehehe

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my four moods every workweek

mr. lucky | lee seokmin

"God, I love you." With your arms draped around Seokmin's neck, you pressed kisses to his jawline, causing the male to laugh as you stared at your boyfriend's joyed expression.

The two of you had been in public all day today, and you've been trying your hardest not to crawl up Seokmin's side like a squirrel does a tree. He knew how clingy you have been the past few days, especially since his schedules were jam-packed with practices, hair appointments, and photoshoots. Seokmin has barely had time to relax the past month, and now that he was finally off for a week, you could revel in your boyfriend's presence once again.

"I love you too. You've said that almost ten times though, and we just got home." Seokmin pushes his ballcap further down on his brow, but you take it off completely, revealing his slightly wavy brown hair as you run your hair through it. Seokmin laughs again, hands on your waist as you roll off of him, taking his body with you as you press a kiss to his already kiss-swollen lips. 

"Min, I missed you so bad." The pout on your lips is nothing short of slightly petty, and Seokmin just smiles at you, eyes crinkling up as the leftover makeup on his face glitters in the light of your living room. The eyeshadow staining his eyelids is nothing less of ethereal, and the slight glitter on his cheek sends flutters straight to your stomach.

"You're looking at me." Seokmin says, and you continue to lock eyes with him, nodding as your eyes fall to his lips. Tracing your small fingers from Seokmin's ear, to jawline, and down to his collarbone, you nod again slowly, a shy smile gracing your lips.

"How can I not? You're so pretty." You whisper, and Seokmin looks away, cheeks heating up as he starts to sulk, lips jutting out in the cutest way you swear you ever seen as he sighs.

"I wish you'd stop spoling me with your sweet words." Seokmin was saying something that should have sounded serious, but with the way he was pouting and mumbling, you couldn't take him seriously. Smiling, you just sighed, fingers flying to his necklace as you fiddled with it, feeling his hands run up and down your back gently as he sighed, obviously content with what was happening.

His eyelashes fell against his skin so perfectly, and his lips parted in the cutest way⎯it was a crime how stunning Seokmin was after a long day's work, and you felt wrong for hoping he had more days like this: days where he could come home to you spoiling him and making him feel like all the work he did was worth it. 

You wanted to make Seokmin feel like he was worth it.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something?" You sit up, content with spoiling your boyfriend for now. Seokmin, on the other hand, looks completely flabbergasted at your suddent halt, eyes wide as if he wasn't expecting you to stop⎯you thought it was absolutely adorable, the way he looked at you, secretly begging you to keep going.

"It's nine, honey⎯you don't have to do that for me." Seokmin groans as he sits up, pulling off his hoodie to reveal his slightly oversized sweater. He shuffles to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water as he leans against the countertop. You follow after your boyfriend like a lost puppy, shaking your head as you reach for him again: Seokmin crumbles, as you knew he would, and brings you in for a hug, head on top of yours as you pull away, eyes locking with him.

"Seokmin, you're worth that. I'd cook for you anytime you want, especially since you've worked so hard this week." Seokmin's face falls, and he looks away, lips stuck out in a pout as he mumbles something you can't understand.

"Words, Seokkie." You remind him, and he heaves a heavy sigh, looking back at you as he wets his lips.

"I'm sorry. I'm just really stressed and overwhelmed right now." His voice breaks mid-sentence, and you grab his hands, looking him in his eyes as the corners well up with salty tears.

"Hey, hey⎯you don't have to apologize for this at all. I'm here for everything, Seokkie: if you're stressed, we can talk about it. If you're confused, I can try to help you get some clarity. If you're overwhelmed, we can talk it out. If you're angry, we can calm down together. If you need some love, I'll give you all the love and affection you want." Caressing Seokmin's jawline, he nods, cradling his face in your hand as you smile at him, noticing the tip of his sharp nose as it turns red.

"Awww, poor Seokkie. Don't cry." Wiping his tears, you press a kiss to where the teardrops landed, causing Seokmin to scrunch up his nose as laughs escape from his throat. After a few more kisses and tickles, Seokmin's back to his smiling self again, curly hair bunching around his ears as he stares at you with pure adoration in his eyes.

"Thank you. For everything. I really don't deserve it." Seokmin sighs breathily, kissing your kiss-swollen lips as he brings his hand to your hair, running his lithe fingers through it.

"You deserve it, Seokmin. Stop." You sigh, and Seokmin laughs, turning a blaring red as he kisses you again, causing you to melt to his touch, nearly falling to the tiled floor of your kitchen.

"You're Mr. Lucky." You giggle, locking eyes with your boyfriend as he leans down to you, sharp nose meeting yours as he scrunches his face up, eyes sparkling with love as he smiles.

"I am, aren't I?"

roller skating | lee seokmin

Dokyeom's hand interlocked with yours felt like sparks that were going off inside of your heart, and you continued to wobble around miserably on the wooden floor as your skates took you around the rink. Music was playing from the speakers in the corner of the establishment, and chatting from young adults and children mixed with the beats, causing the whole atmosphere to be one of happiness and cheer.

Most of you and Dokyeom's shared friend group were over at a table, discussing what to order at the concession stand, and you swore you felt even more exposed that half of them weren't behind you two, joking around and discussing whatever college students do.

Dokyeom and you were very awkward, you admitted it: the two of you went in endless circles around the rink, only exchanging quiet small talk and awkward giggling when one person stumbled or slid a bit too quickly.

You couldn't ignore your speeding heart in your chest, and you just hummed to a Bruno Mars' song quietly, hoping to stop your slightly shaking legs and frantic eyes.

Dokyeom was looking down at his phone while skating like a pro, not even worried about where he was going as he pushed his black frames back upon his sharp nose.

His blonde hair was starting to become discheveled by the wind, and his jean jacket shielded him from the cold air of the rink. After a few more minutes of glancing down at the screen, he turned his phone off and stuffed it in his pocket, sighing as he looked to you and smiled.

"You're doing really good now! Even better than Seungkwan, if I do say myself." Dokyeom smiles as he squeezes your hand, and you giggle a bit at his joke, raising your eyebrows playfully at him.

"If Seungkwan heard you say that, he'd steal your skates." Giggling, Dokyeom nods with tears in his eyes, sighing after wiping them away.

"He won't hear me say that, though, because you won't tell him." Dokyeom speeds up just a bit, and you match his movements perfectly for the first time all night, letting out a little squeal as the two of you dart in and out of other skaters. Dokyeom's smile is massive as he looks back at you, and your heart softens instantly at the sight, meeting his eyes as you slow down again.

"You're so silly," You sigh, and Dokyeom shrugs, leading you off the rink as the two of you take a seat at the carpeted benches just off of the rink. Music continues to play, and more people get on the rink, one of the more popular songs being played. Dokyeom turns on his phone again, snapping a picture of Seungkwan struggling to catch up with Hoshi and Mingyu, Vernon trailing behind him with ease as he sticks his earbuds in his ears. 

Dokyeom's hand hasn't left yours ever since you sat down, and you can't help but glance down at it every few seconds, noticing how Dokyeom's slender fingers encase yours so perfectly. His strong grip is soft yet assuring, and he rubs your soft knuckles subconsciously, smiling as he notices your friend group mingled in between skaters young and old. He ends a banter with Seungkwan, the latter obviously angered at something Dokyeom had joked around about, and he leans back, wheezing happily as he sighs shortly after.

"Kyeom?" You ask, voice quiet and shaky as your face starts to heat up. Something was rising up in you, and you didn't know what it was: a burning, fire-hot question was at the back of your throat, and you couldn't believe you were about to say it in front of your best friend. Your best friend who you had a massive crush on, and couldn't even think about without turning red and forgetting how to function normally.

He turns to you, pretty brown eyes locked with yours as he directs his full attention to you. "Yeah?" 

"I love you." You whisper, and Dokyeom turns a small shade of pink, laughing awkwardly as he nods back at you. "Awww, I love you too."

"N-not like that, Dokyeom."

Silence fell between the two of you, and you met Dokyeom's deep brown eyes, lips slightly parted in nervousness as he matched your gaze. His eyes were widened, and his mouth was open just like yours, lips shimmering with chapstick as his eyebrows slighly furrowed in what seemed to be shock. The small blush on his cheeks flared up into a full red, spreading across his ears and nose as he swallowed, and he looked away for a second as if trying to process what you said.

He knew exactly what you meant, judging by the surprised look on his face and blush on his cheeks. His massive hand was still interlocked with yours, and you looked down at it, noticing how his grip has seemingly gotten tighter around your now sweaty hand. 

Turning to you, Dokyeom pushed a piece of stray hair away, hand lingering softly on your heated cheek as he searched your eyes. His lips curved into a small yet nervous smile, and he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss was so feather-like and fleeting you didn't even realize it was happening until he started to pull away. A sigh tumbled from your lips when he left, and Dokyeom's cheeks blared red as he cleared his throat.

"I love you too." He whispers, and your heart doesn't seem to slow down, smiling as he caresses your cheek slowly. A slow song starts to play as the rink carries on, and cheers arise from the floor, small claps and chanting directed to you and Dokyeom's small confession momemt.

You and Dokyeom's shared friend group are the loudest of the rink, cheers and squeals coming from their seating as some snap pictures of you together. The two of you turn a deep red, obviously affected by the attention as you glance at each other awkwardly.

"So...." You trail off, and Dokyeom bites his lips, looking off to the side as he smiles to himself. "So...."

"Where do we go from here?" You ask, and Dokyeom stands up, helping you up as you accidently crash into his arms, slumped down against his chest as he pulls you up and lets his hands fall around your waist. You're so close to him you can smell his strong cologne and feel the warmth radiating off of him.

"Wherever you'll let me take you." Dokyeom blushes as you press a kiss to his cheek, and you laugh, taking his other hand in yours as you both manuver your way back to the wooden floor and start to sail in and out of the people on the rink.

The slow sound seems to drown out everyone's conversation, leaving you and Dokyeom to have your own little  moment on the floor as he looks down at you. He's enamored, judging by the way his eyes lock with yours, and you're more than happy to see him staring at you like the way you have been looking at him for what seems like an eternity.

"Take me wherever, Dokyeom." You whisper, gripping his hand tighter as he brings your hand up to his soft lips to press a kiss to it awkwardly.

"Giving me freedom of choice like that is a bad habit of yours." Dokyeom chuckles, and you blush, turning away from him as the two of you continue to skate around the rink, enjoying each other's company while basking in the fact you've passed the best friend stage.

— Rule 17

Out of all the things that was listed in your bucket list, being bare backed on the bathroom sink by the top driver on the grid was definitely not one of them. Your boobs hang from your bra, skirt up with your panties to the side as Mingyu pounds roughly into you, holding your hair up in a ponytail forcing you to look at your reflection on the mirror.