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Forduary week two: Science Of scientific curiosity, childhood dreams and failure to communicate.

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Stray Kids ✧ SKZ TOY WORLD

Stan o' war conversations - or: another Billford comic of mine, since this hyperfixation is not going anywhere

I made this while my brain was melting with fever, if there's any mistakes I'm blaming on that. Otherwise, hope u guys like it!!

so painful to think about tiny stan pines liking to draw and being so inventive and creative while thinking of himself as "a dumb idiot" and "the stupid twin"

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LEE KNOW 🐰 SKZ NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH #1

Lee Know – ‘JJAM’ comeback stage @ Show! Music Core (240810)

LEE KNOW - TOKYO 241117 (cr.yuja_320922)

ৎ୭‧₊◜ you can take it like no other lee know x f!reader

summary: minho doesn't forgive easily, especially not when it's his own member calling his girlfriend 'easy'. so when seungmin comes home early from a trip, you and minho decide to fuck with him - by having the loudest sex possible.

word count: 2.8k words

author's note: not me polishing up my WIPs instead of actually working on my series!! someone stop me!! but also read this because I wrote this months ago when I was in a mood and i think it's sexy

warnings: voyeurism/exhibitionism (as per usual, sorry not sorry); unprotected sex (you know the drill, just don't!); whipped dom!minho and sub!reader; reader calls minho daddy; dacryphilia; slapping; some degradation/dumbification; creampie; porn with barely any plot

“Maybe if your girlfriend wasn’t so easy, you wouldn’t have to be so jealous all the time.”

Seungmin had grumpily mumbled the sentence out one random day at dance practice, and Minho had immediately seen red, venom in his eyes as he stalked over to Seungmin. Chan stopped him in his tracks. Chan did his best to defuse the situation, telling Seungmin to fucking apologise. Seungmin did, and Minho graciously decided not to punch him in the teeth, but he had never forgotten.

Minho gets his opportunity for revenge on Seungmin one unexpected morning when all the boys are away, visiting family or friends for the weekend, and you and Minho crash at the dorms after a date.

Minho wakes up in the morning to the sound of the front door opening and closing and footsteps leading to the room next to Minho’s.

He smirks and as soon as you wake up, he pulls you into his arms, whispering the news about the unexpected guest in your ears. You knew what he was getting at right away, because of course Minho had told you what Seungmin had said, and if you and Minho had anything in common it was a temper.

So, without a second’s hesitation, you swing your leg over Minho’s trim hips, straddling him on the bed and leaning down to kiss him deep and dirty. He groans into your mouth, indulgently. God, he loves it when you get so demanding.

His greedy hands rub up and down your soft thighs as you lick into his mouth, before he grabs the meat of your ass and grinds your barely clothed core over the bulge in his boxers. It’s already so good because there’s oh so little fabric between you.

His hands get more demanding, wandering under your (his) shirt, and he revels in your soft, warm skin. Gently cupping your breasts, he rolls your sensitive nipples between his fingers, making you sigh into his mouth, back arching, and he can feel your cunt clench around nothing.

He pulls the shirt over your head and flips you over, pulling his own shirt off, leaning down to press hit hot lips back to you. But now he can feel your soft skin on his, the plush of your tits pressing your hard nipples into his chest, and it makes goosebumps race down his spine. He presses his body into yours, trying to feel more, more, more, his tongue deeper and deeper into your mouth until he can’t breathe anymore.

His hand snakes between you and when he touches the boxers you’re wearing (also his) the material is already damp.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, my sweet little baby, why are you so wet already?” he rasps into your lips with a little smirk.

“Wanna show you what a whore I am for you,” you chirp sweetly, smirking up at him with innocent eyes, “I want Seungmin to hear, too.”

A surprised whine tears out of your throat when he suddenly slides two fingers into you to the knuckle, groan rumbling out of his chest at the lack of resistance and slick slide of them.

“I want Seungmin to get hard when he hears,” you suddenly mumble out, and Minho swears he goes cross-eyed and his cock throbs. He pulls his fingers out of you entirely, heart racing in his chest as he watches you whine and arch your back at the loss.

“You want to put on a show for Seungmin? Want him to jerk off to us having sex?” his voice is thick with want as he says these nasty things, and he can feel your legs try to rub together to relieve some of the pressure.

“Don’t need to put on a show, you fuck me so good, daddy.”

There it is. Minho all but rips the boxers off you, standing up to shuck off his own, before he lets one finger drag down, gathering your slick. He pops it into his mouth and sucks the sweetness off it as he fists his cock. He’s already rock hard, but the view of you naked and needy underneath him never gets old.

He leans over you again, rubbing the swollen head of his cock through your slick.

“Here’s what we’ll do, baby girl,” he whispers into your ear, choked whine escaping your throat as shivers rack down your spine. “I’ll fuck you into this mattress long and hard until you forget your name, just how you like it. And you’ll make your pretty noises, and you won’t hold back, promise me, sweetheart?”

You nod at him frantically, but he pulls back and slaps you once on the cheek, making you moan out, one tear forcing its way out of your eye at the sting.

“Use your words,” he chides, now out loud.

“Yes, daddy, please, daddy, treat me so good,” you babble, and he can already see you slipping. God, he loves you.

He thinks he can hear the mattress squeak on the other side of the bed, and he suddenly slides into you, slow, but steadily until he bottoms out.

He stilled briefly to let you adjust, but your hands are grabbing at his arms, hips trying to fuck yourself onto him.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he mumbles out, saccharinely sweet.

“Move, please,” you finally whisper, and he complies with a dirty grin, sliding in and out of you painfully slowly, your combined moans mixing with every slow drag of his cock along your walls.

He loves fucking you like this, drawing out the pleasure, feeling every second of it. You tried to get off like this before, and it was a night he would never forget, the hot drag of his cock along your pulsing walls for hours and hours and hours until he nearly blacked out from the overstimulation, so bad yet so good. At some point, you had started begging him to make it stop, and he couldn’t control himself anymore, fucking into you sloppily, animalistic, your hips rocking to meet his desperately, until you both came so hard you could barely breathe. But he was still hard and fucked you through another orgasm. You passed out on top of the covers that night.

But that wasn’t the plan now. He was only trying to savour the feeling of you, get you nice and sensitive, and also to get you to make those noises he knew were better than porn and would get any man weak, especially the one on the other side of the wall.

And it didn’t take long before you were doing just that underneath him, moaning languidly, indulgently, desperately with each deep, slow thrust, and you sounded so good it made him light-headed, and he was already inside of you.

When he felt like he had given Seungmin enough of a reason to start touching himself, he slowly picked up the pace, thrusts a little shallower but more powerful, and you groaned out beautifully at the different stimulation.

He leaned down to capture your lips with his, swallowing your sweet noises with every swipe of his tongue into your mouth. He knew that he needed to pull back if he wanted Seungmin to hear, but he didn’t care. You were his first and he needed to feel you everywhere. And when he finally did pull back he was rewarded with the sight of your fucked out eyes full of love, sweet whimper dripping from your swollen lips.

His dick was throbbing already, but he willed himself away from his orgasm, the payoff oh so sweet on the horizon.

It didn’t take long before he could hear the headboard of his bed slightly rock against the wall. Your hands were clawing at his hips and ass, and he took the cue, starting to drill into you in long and deep thrusts. You let out a filthy string of curses that ended with “thank you, daddy” and he could swear he heard something drop to the floor on the other side of the wall.

The bed was squeaking under him, the headboard hitting the wall, the sound of his hips slamming into yours ringing through the room; it was all so obscene it drove him absolutely wild. The evidence of your combined desire, your lust, your devotion to each other ringing through the air so clearly, it gave him a heady high.

You were squirming underneath him, hands reaching out for him, pulling him down to your mouth and threading into his hair. He lets it happen for a second before he pulls back and slaps your cheek again.

“Don’t be so greedy, baby,” he spits out as your head lolls back. He slaps you again on the same cheek, and a strangled yell tears from your throat.

“You’ll take what I give you, when I give it to you.”

He lands one last slap on your reddening face, and he can feel your cunt gushing and clenching around him.

“Dumb little baby, you know I know what’s best for you,” he sneers, but his eyes are full of love for you, as they are always when you’re like this, letting yourself go entirely, putting your body into his hands. All for him, him, him. It drives him crazy.

It’s rare that he’s this mean to you, but you seem to be getting off on it like you never have before, and maybe it’s because you too suspect that this is the kind of show Seungmin would like.

At the thought of Seungmin, he growls out and starts rutting into you harder, angling his hips so he’s hitting the spongy spot deep inside of you, and you almost yell out in pleasure when he first hits it, a litany of curses falling from your lips.

He pushes your hips down and keeps pounding into you like a man possessed, sweat starting to bead on his body, the slap of your skin getting louder and wetter by the second. The headboard is slamming against the wall in earnest now, and if Seungmin was going to leave, he would’ve heard it by now. So clearly, he is still on the other side.

“So good, ‘m so close,” you whine out, and he presses his lips to yours again in a messy, wet kiss.

“I’ll be nice, I won’t ask you to hold it, kitten,” he purrs at you, and you clench around him again. “Cum on my cock, kitten.”

It’s an order your body obeys almost automatically, your back arching and a whine ripping out of your throat as you cream around him, pushing a white ring of your arousal to the base of his cock.

It takes everything in him not hurtle over the edge as well, but he wants more, wants you sobbing about his cock so loud Seungmin can hear. He wants him to know that he can fuck his girl better than Seungmin can ever even dream of fucking anyone. So he keeps rutting into you, with an unrelenting pace.

“Too much,” you whimper before a breathy moan escapes you.

“Sounds you like when it’s too much, kitten, besides, I’m not done yet,” he snarls.

Your overstimulated cunt flutters around him as you whine out, and he watches your hands start grabbing at the sheets, a first tear rolling down your cheeks.

“Daddy, please,” you beg, and it makes his cock throb.

“Please what, kitten?” he responds, and it’s almost gentle. He can’t be mean to you anymore, not when you’re being so good for him.

“Are you going to cum again for me, angel? I know you have it in you, I can feel it,” he coos at you and at an especially harsh thrust you finally sob out, tears slipping down your cheeks. He can feel his balls tightening at the sight.

“I will, daddy, for you,” you babble and your head lolls to the side as another wave of wetness floods his cock.

You’re already tightening around him again, and he’s about to lose it so he redoubles his effort, slamming into your sweet spot at an angle he knows drags against your walls just right before he brings his fingers down and rubs your clit in tight little circles. He can feel his own sanity slowly slipping as you’re loudly sobbing in pleasure underneath him.

“Come on, baby, make daddy cum inside you, let me fill you up real good,” he rasps out, mind fuzzy with his own approaching orgasm. You drag your nails down his abs before your hand finds his again and you interlace your fingers with his sweetly.

“Ah, fuck, angel, you’re my one and only, you can take it like no other,” he starts babbling as you clench and clench around him, “give me another, come on, drench my cock.”

And that’s all it takes for you to cum again, sobs and moans tumbling from your pretty lips as you squeeze him so tight he hurls straight over the edge, pleasure hitting him like a truck, making his vision fuzzy as he keeps spilling deep inside you, his orgasm feeling never ending.

He doesn’t know exactly how he managed to get there, but when his vision clears up, he’s collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily underneath him as your fingers thread through his hair soothingly.

“Good God,” he breathes out as he tries to push himself up, but he can barely muster the strength.

He makes eye contact with you, and you’re still a little glassy, but you smile at him, so blissfully his heart skips a beat.

“I know,” you giggle, and it makes you clench around his softening, overstimulated dick that’s still inside of you. He curses and gently pulls out before collapsing next to you, pulling you into this side.

“That certainly was a show,” he mumbles, and you just hum in agreement.

“It worked, too, I heard him cum the moment you did,” you say with a wicked grin, “made a really pathetic little noise, too.”

Minho feels petty pride flood his chest. Seungmin getting off to them having sex makes the man who basically called his girl a whore nothing more than a dirty little perv.

He pulls you closer and presses a kiss into your hair.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know,” he whispers, and his chest aches with how much he means it.

You turn in his grasp, looking up at him with wide eyes, before you smile at him gently and pull him in for a kiss. It’s slow and lazy and your skin is slightly sticking together, but you don’t care, moulding against each other deeper and deeper, like you want to disappear into each other’s skin.

“I love you, too, loverboy,” you mumble when you finally pull back after what feels like an eternity. He kisses you one more time before he untangles from you.

“Let me get you cleaned up and make us some breakfast,” he says gently and gets up, getting a towel and wiping you down gently. He throws the towel into the hamper, puts on his boxers and t-shirt and pads to the kitchen, where he puts on some rice and cracks two eggs into a pan.

Before long, he hears Seungmin’s door open, and he turns around. Seungmin briefly looks at him before he avoids his eyes, clearly surprised by Minho’s presence in the kitchen.

“Oh hey, I didn’t realise you were back already,” Minho greets him nonchalantly.

“Hey, uh, yeah, got back, uh, earlier,” Seungmin stammers out and Minho smirks to himself. Seungmin is still standing like he’s rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do.

“Want some breakfast?” Minho asks him, and he feels like he can hear the gears in Seungmin’s head turning.

“S … sure,” he finally mumbles out in defeat and sits down at the table, pulling out his phone. Minho adds another egg to the pan.

As it’s sizzling, Minho hears his door open and Seungmin clear his throat, fidgeting in his seat. You pad out of his room barefoot, his shirt hanging on your frame, though he’s pretty sure you’re no longer wearing his boxers anymore, but your own panties. You seem to have brushed your hair, but your lips are kiss bitten and your tits and perky nipples are clearly visible through the fabric. He smirks at you, and you smirk back like you know exactly what you’re doing as you make your way over to him.

“Oh hey, Seungmin, back already?” You casually greet Seungmin at the table before you come to stand behind Minho, wrapping your arms around his waist. Minho would bet good money that Seungmin is staring at your ass.

While he’s plating up the food, Minho pulls you around him so you’re standing in front of him, his arms working around you, your ass pressed into his crotch where he’s already half hard again. He places a wet kiss on the side of your neck before turning around to slide the bowl over to Seungmin, who is trying to look anywhere but you or the tent in Minho’s boxers, and murmurs out a thank you before he escapes into his room.

When his door closes, you start giggling and Minho joins in as he hands you your bowl and pulls you back into his room.

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