Texting Skz About Picking You Up At Your Ex’s Place…

(𐙚) ─── husband texts with changbin

changbin cant seem to let go of your first born finally growing up, now he does everything in his power to get you to agree to a second!

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LEE KNOW ♡ SKZ TRAVEL LOG #1

Hello there !!! I write sometimes for fun and I wanna show my work a bit on here lol ! Currently only writing Skz x reader or Kento Yamazaki (+ any of his characters) x reader, no ships !

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♡ 23 y/o.

Masterlist

LEE KNOW ✶ 'YOUTH' M/V MAKING FILM

Favorite Places to Have Sex

MDNI, 18+ content.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 when they wanna venture outside your bed

notes: this ended up longer than originally planned ngl. i find myself falling deeper and deeper into the void that is kim seungmin. pray for me ✊😔

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ CHAN

you already know what it is. chris practically lives at the studio, so why not fuck where he's most comfortable?

it always starts innocent enough. he's working late, you've invited yourself to the couch in the back, just scrolling through your phone. he calls you over to show you something he's working on and there just happens to only be one chair--the one he's currently settled on.

of course, he's not just going to let you stand, he's too much of a gentleman for that! he's kind enough to lend you his lap.

except now he can't focus. he's just trying to mix a track, but the way you shift on his lap whenever you point something out on the screen...yeah.

his fingers start tracing lazy circles on your thighs, voice dropping lower as he murmurs, "You’re distracting me, baby."

before you know it, his hands are gripping your hips, and you’re bouncing on his cock in the dim glow of his monitors, his low groans mixing with the bass from his unfinished song. The door is locked, but someone could still knock at any second—maybe a member, maybe a staff member and it's such a fucking vice, because on one hand, he doesn't give a shit. he wants them to hear, to know how good he makes you feel. it's the biggest thing that feeds his ego.

on the other hand, those sounds you make, the whimpers, the mewls, the lewd squelch your cunt makes when he's already made you cum twice but still can't stop rutting into you...yeah those are only for his ears.

he's pretty open to using his own moans though. have you listened closely to the backtrack of railway?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ LEE KNOW

minho is obsessed with eye contact, so it’s no surprise that his favorite place is in front of a mirror. he wants you to see everything—the way your body moves, the way your face twists in pleasure, the way he controls every reaction you have.

you're insecure about your body? the sounds you make? yeah, no. every fucking thing about you is his biggest turn on, and he's just not okay with you not knowing that.

he’ll start slow, teasing you with featherlight touches, whispering in your ear, "look at yourself, baby. look how pretty you are for me." his hands will guide your movements, forcing you to watch the way he ruins you. and just when you think he’s going to let you close your eyes, he grips your jaw, turning your head toward the reflection. "I said, watch."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ CHANGBIN

gym. yeah i said it, i don't care how basic it is.

he will sweetly ask you to come work out with him, super super early in the morning or super late at night, when nobody's around. he'll tell you it's because he gets too shy to take off his shirt when other people are around but gets too hot and uncomfortable with it on.

you fall for it every time. sweet thing.

binnie loves seeing you all sweaty and out of breath. there’s something about watching you work out that drives changbin crazy—maybe it’s the way your body moves, the little whimpers when you push yourself too hard, the way you stretch in all the right ways.

one second, he’s spotting for you, the next, he’s pinning you against the weight bench, gripping your thighs, telling you to let him do all the work now. "you wanna stretch a little more, baby?"

next thing you know, he’s pinning you against the mirror, your fingers leaving smudged prints on the glass as he fucks into you from behind, his hands gripping your hips bruisingly tight. he groans against your ear, voice thick with need,

"you've worked so hard today, baby," he'll grunt into your ear. "let me take care of you now."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ HYUNJIN

hyunjin’s art studio is his sanctuary, the place where he’s most creative, where he loses himself in his work for hours at a time.

it always starts innocently enough. it's your birthday, and he wants to paint a portrait of you in that cute little sun dress he gifted you. that short, skimpy little sun dress he gifted you. and he needs you on his lap. for the creative process. spefically with your dress up, panties pushed aside, and his cock nestled deeply inside of you.

also for the creative process.

"you gotta sit still for me, pretty." he murmurs, leaned back against the couch, his gaze focused on his canvas. "or else this will take longer."

it's horrendously delicious, the way he makes you warm his cock while he works, refusing to let you move. he doesn't even fucking react, a hundred precent focused on making you the best portrait.

when he's done though, and only if you've been good and didn't move, he'll set his supplies aside to dry and let you fuck yourself on him. let you use him any way you want it.

and if you haven't been good, the only thing you're getting off on is his thigh. if you're lucky. tough luck.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ HAN

jisung has no patience. if he wants you, he wants you. which is why you end up fucking in the car so often—no waiting, no hesitations, just pure, impulsive desire.

it usually happens after late-night drives. the city lights blur past as he grips the wheel, one hand occasionally straying to your thigh, drumming against your skin. it's so fucking soft against his fingers, he's already hard. and you just had to wear that little skirt that gives him easy access.

"you're driving me crazy," he mutters, trying to keep his eyes on the road, shifting in his seat. he's only just got his fucking license, he could hardly drive with the music on yet, much less with you sitting there like that.

he’s aching for you.

so when he pulls into some dark, empty parking lot, hands clenched around the steering wheel like he’s trying to keep himself in check, you decide to put him out of his misery.

you lean over, fingers already working at his belt.

he whimpers. actually fucking whimpers.

his cock is already hard, leaking, twitching against the cool air, and when you wrap your fingers around him, he bucks into your hand with a choked gasp.

"f-fuck, baby, please—"

yeah...you're not going home any time soon.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ FELIX

felix is dangerously charming, and he knows exactly how to turn an innocent moment into something sinful. it usually starts with something as simple as baking together, fingers covered in flour, soft laughter filling the space.

but then, his hands start lingering—a light touch on your lower back, a casual squeeze of your thigh, his voice dropping an octave as he murmurs, "You're making a mess, baby."

the moment he sees you licking something off your finger, tilting your head like you’re teasing him? yep, you're fucked. not quite literally yet tho.

before you know it, he’s lifting you onto the counter, lips trailing down your neck as he spreads your thighs, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the heat building between you both. the half-mixed batter is forgotten, the kitchen filled with breathless moans instead, his hands spreading your thighs apart, eating you out like a man starved.

which he is. he's always fucking starved for you.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SEUNGMIN

the library is the last place you’d expect seungmin to be this filthy.

It always starts so subtly. he's supposed to be helping you study for your finals, flipping through textbooks in the quietest corner of the library. but then his hand finds your thigh under the table, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles.

"focus," he says, when he look at him sharply, voice perfectly neutral.

like he isn’t the one distracting you.

you try. poor thing, you really do. but his touch is persistent, featherlight strokes just beneath the hem of your skirt, moving higher, higher—so painfully slow that it’s infuriating.

"seungmin," you whisper, an urgent warning.

He doesn’t even glance up from his book. "what?"

you shoot him a glare, shifting in your seat to escape his touch, but his grip tightens just slightly—a silent command. Stay still.

"you should really be paying attention," he murmurs. "or do you need some extra motivation?"

oh he'll tell you that if you make it through the chapter like this that he'll reward you, give you what you really want. he'll keep you on the edge, till you're finally right there, so close--

he pulls away completely, returning to his textbook like nothing happened.

"you should finish your work first," he says, flipping a page. "i’ll think about rewarding you later."

the audacity.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JEONGIN

his childhood bedroom.

you heard me.

the posters on the walls, the old books cluttering his desk, the twin-sized bed that barely fits both of you—it’s all so him. It should be innocent, just a short visit to his parents’ house, just a normal night.

or so you thought.

it starts with you lying next to him under the covers, whispering and giggling, trying not to wake anyone. he’s got one arm lazily draped over your waist, thumb rubbing slow circles against your hip. but then his hand slips lower—too low for something so casual—and suddenly, that mischievous smirk is on his lips.

"you’re being quiet," he teases, voice barely above a whisper. "something wrong?"

um yeah, something’s wrong. his parents are asleep down the hall. the walls are thin.

that’s the thrill—how you stiffen when he presses against you, how you grip his wrist when his fingers dip beneath the waistband of your shorts.

"aw, baby, that's just too bad" he coos, smirking against your skin. "You’re gonna have to be quiet for me."

the bed creaks when he shifts, pressing his weight against you, and he pauses—just for a second—listening for any signs of movement outside the door. when all remains quiet, he grins, his hand slipping beneath your pajama shorts, and you bite down on your lip to keep from moaning.

"shh," he breathes, pressing a finger to your lips. "if you wake them up, you’ll have to explain how their sweet, innocent jeongin has you like this."

Birthday girl (what they got you for your birthday!)

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A/N : so a couple of days ago (on the same day as a certain maknae in fact) was my birthday and I wanted to write this silly thing in celebration, however !!! God has better plans for me because I for the flu and was dead in bed for literally the entire weekend and half of this week which lead to me essentially having to postpone writing this until now !!! Funsiessss

Warnings : mentions of pet names, mentions of sex, fluffy skz

Pairings : ot8 x (fem) reader

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Chan :

Chan is a simple guy, keeping it classic, a pretty necklace with a heart on, if it was silver, gold or any other metal is simply decided depending on what you usually prefer, which he of course knows what you wear, he knows you like the inside of his glove ! Even if he knew you’d love the necklace he was probably sweating his balls off in nervousness giving it to you, his ears a pink shade whilst a big goofy smile on his mouth the entire time.

“Happy birthday, babygirl”

“Thank you, Chris”

Lee Know :

Now our guy Minho would probably give you an experience, most likely a trip to a cabin somewhere near a mountain where you two could be alone, far away from the stress of your ordinary life and a place where he can take a deep breath whilst having all his senses focused on you. You’d spend your birthday fishing, having a dinner in front of a bonfire and finishing the evening with sex in front of said bonfire, all his focus on you and only you.

“Happy birthday, y/n”

“Thank you, you really made it special, Minho”

Changbin :

Changbin is loud and doesn’t do anything halfway, he would not only host a party with all your friends and mutual friends with a giant cake for you to blow out all the one hundred candles off, but he would probably buy up a whole store for you, you’d get everything from soaps to dresses and even seven different flower bouquets! He’d be so proud too and wanting to show off how proud he is of you all night, you’re truly the star of the show.

“Changbin, honey… you already gave me flowers an hour ago?”

“So what!? I can only spoil my girl once a year like this! Happy birthday, baby”

Hyunjin :

Hyunjin would probably gift you a painting he has made himself, I mean he is an artist after all. It would be a portrait of you two, he’d use a couple photos he had on his phone for reference so the portrait is a completely unique piece which would have taken him at least a couple of months to put together into perfection! When you unwrap the painting your eyes would tear up, he really saw you this beautiful? It was perfect and would definitely be hung up in your home for all family and friends to witness how talented your amazing boyfriends is.

“It’s beautiful, thank you so much, baby”

“I’m so glad you like it, happy birthday, my love”

Jisung :

Jisung wrote you a song. It wasn’t planned to happen, he was at the studio one day, trying to compose another work for the team when his phone lit up, a message from you asking if he wanted to get dinner after your shift ended, after answering a happy yes to your suggestion he caught himself looking at his wallpaper a bit longer than usual, a photo of you two, smiling. You’re taking a selfie on his phone with a silly filter, kissing his cheek… oh he is smiling to himself and that’s when the idea hits him, of course? He had been stuck with what to get you for weeks now and he had it right in front of him! When it’s the big day and he press play you start to fully cry half way through which makes the poor boy panicking, pausing as he tries in panic to calm you down.

“I’M SO SORRY I JUST WANTED TO GIVE YOU A GOOD BIRTHDAY GIFT I’M SO SORRY I-“

“Han Jisung shut the fuck up and continue with the song before I have a mental breakdown, it’s so beautiful, thank you, I love you so much”

Felix :

Not only is Felix the only member that would actually bake you his own cake in your favourite flavour, but also would make you dinner (or takeout if he fails with the dinner as baking seems to be his strongest weapon in the kitchen). He would probably sneak into your home when you’re at work to set everything in motion, bringing bags of all the ingredients along with a huge bouquet of red roses that he would arrange in a vase of yours prettily on the dining table for you. When you come home from your work, you honestly forgot all about the special day in question he is already waiting in your kitchen, dimmed lit with candles and a romantic dinner setting whilst singing happy birthday to you.

“Happy birthday, my dear”

“Thank you… I can’t believe you made all of this!”

Seungmin :

He is a classic guy I feel, he’d also get you a piece of jewellery like chan, I feel more graduated towards earrings if you’ve got your ears pierced, something simple and pretty like pearl earrings. He would act so casually when he gift you them, like it’s nothing special but in reality he would be having a panic attack in the inside, wanting you do desperately to love his gift. After all he truly wanted this day to be perfect for you.

“They’re beautiful, seungmin! Thank you so much”

“Oh it’s nothing, I’m glad you liked them”

I.N

Now this guy would be panicking weeks ahead of your birthday, asking his members what the hell you give a girlfriend on their birthday! After everyone’s input he would eventually settle for a huge teddy bear, some of your favourite snacks along with a perfume, a scent he specifically picked out for you because he thought it would suit you. He would have forced one of his members to tag along to the mall and be his advisor for that day, both of their noses numb from all the smelling until they found the perfect one.

“Thank you so much, jeongin. I love it!”

“You love it? Really? Happy birthday!”

Hello hello !!

Figured I could give some updates on what I’m working on rn !! Currently mainly working on a Kento Yamazaki one shot, specifically about Shin from kingdom in celebration of the 4th kingdom movie coming on Netflix !! Other than that it’s mostly some headcanon stuff but if u have any suggestions please lmk !!

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☆ Genre: Domestic, fluff, suggestive

☆ Warnings: Aftercare, references to sex

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 3.5k

“Stop laughing at me … “ Chan whined, though the largest of smiles shone on his flushed face. He placed his delicate hands over his ears that were now the colour of a very ripe pink pitaya. “Baby girl … I feel like my ears are gonna fall off.” 

His comment only made Y/N giggle even further. Her bare chest was pressed up against his with the comfort of familiarity flooding through them both as she sat in his lap, the both of their skin glowing with the aftermath of their passionate evening. The woman cupped his face, her eyes full of adoration as she gently ran her thumb over his cheek. 

“See what I mean?” Y/N laughed under her breath, marvelling at the intensity of the stark blush that spread across her husband's face. “How are you acting so shy and embarrassed now when you were just telling me you were gonna make me scre - “ 

“Stop,” Chan groaned, playfully bringing his arm up around her shoulder and pressing a hand over his wife's mouth. “Don't say it.” 

Y/N smiled mischievously, kissing his palm. “Scream,” she whispered. 

Chan bit his lower lip as another embarrassed smile cut through. He covered his steaming face with his hands before suddenly looking up again, a mischievous glint playing amongst the heart shaped stars in his eyes. “Are you seriously teasing me? You're the one who couldn't get enough … you literally wanted me to crush you with my entire body and now you're hiding your face into my neck … “ 

“Am not,” Y/N protested. Her voice was muffled as she dropped her face against his shoulder again, smiling against his skin. 

Her contradictory response made Chan burst into a fit of hushed chuckles. He tightened his arms around her waist and attempted to pull her closer to him as he dipped his head, pressing a flurry of tender kisses to her temple. 

“I just don't get it,” Y/N hummed lightly against his skin. “You're like … the sweetest, most gentle man ever. And then you do stuff like that, and say things like that … it's like you're two completely different people trapped in one really attractive body.” 

Chan snorted with embarrassed laughter, shaking his head at his wife's words.  

“I can't help it … “ Chan whined again, hiding his face against her hair. “I don't get it either. You just … you do something to me, baby girl.”

“What, do I bring the ‘dark side’ out of you?” Y/N lightly mocked him.

Her question caused an incomprehensible sound to escape his mouth. “I know I'm cringe, but come on.” 

“I like you being cringe,” Y/N hummed, smoothing her fingers over his burning cheeks. “It suits you for some reason.” 

Chan sighed. He shook his head again, his eyes softening more and more the longer he stared into her eyes. 

“I really love you,” Y/N whispered suddenly. She leaned forward, her forehead resting against his as she let her eyes fall shut. “I'm so lucky to have you.” 

Chan's breath hitched. His hands that were splayed on the lower portion of her back froze momentarily, and his mouth ran dry at the simple yet meaningfulness of her words. She could tell him the same words over and over again, and yet, they would never fail to make his heart soar higher than the clouds. 

“You're so beautiful,” Y/N continued in the quietest of murmurs, her hands soft as they smoothed over the contours of her husband's strong chest. “Like actually, so, so beautiful.” 

Chan's ears turned a deep shade of puce, and he opened his mouth to speak but his words broke off with a sudden bout of shyness. He looked down, biting his lip before looking up at his wife with a contagious smile. 

“I love you,” Chan breathed slowly, savouring the sweet depth of the words on his tongue. “You have no idea how lucky I am to have you, baby girl.” 

His lips were like silk when he tilted his head and brushed them against his wife's smile. The very tips of his eyelashes tickled her skin as he did so, and his nose bumped against hers in a way that made her smile further, her mouth kissing him back. She looped her arms around him and sank her fingers into the mussed curls of hair dancing along the nape of his neck, and her smile deepened when the man shifted position, his hands stronger on her waist.

“Come on … we should probably get cleaned up,” Chan laughed against her lips, his voice husky and sweet as he kissed her again. “You know … before we get carried away again.” 

“What, you can't handle it?” Y/N teased him in a whisper. Her eyes shone with a playfulness that made the man press his tongue up against the inside of his cheek. 

“Oh, you wanna play that game, baby girl?” Chan breathed, his tone making the woman shiver. “You really wanna take it there?” 

Y/N bit her lip, eyes sparkling up at him. “Maybe.” 

“Don't start what you can't finish, baby,” Chan grinned devilishly as he changed position; he was looming over his wife again, the shadow of his muscular body spilling onto Y/N's skin like lashings of melted chocolate. “You really want it? Prove it.” 

His words made the woman burst into mischievous laughter, though not before her own breath faltered at the slight edge to his provocative words. “You're insane.”

“Yeah, well, you make me insane,” Chan growled. He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss once more, his hands travelling to hers before entwining their fingers together. 

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“Is the temperature okay?” Chan asked Y/N gently as he trickled the water that was running in the bathtub over her forearm. “Not too hot, yeah?” 

“Not hot enough,” Y/N said in return. The water was already steaming considerably, and Chan stared at her with the funny look in his eye that he always used when it came to her obsession with hot water. 

“You're crazy, you know that right?” Chan asked with the shake of his head. But he opened the hot tap a little more anyway with a tender smile on his face. “Here … better?” 

Y/N smiled. She wrapped her arms around his bare waist and hugged him lightly as she rested her cheek against his back. “It's perfect. But now you're gonna find it too hot.”

“I’ll be fine,” Chan chuckled. “Kinda used to these overly hot baths with you by now … feeling like a boiled chicken just comes with our marriage, I guess.”

His comment made Y/N snorted with laughter. She slapped him on his back, the sound obnoxiously loud as it echoed off of the bathroom walls; it made the both of them burst into a fit of soft giggles, Chan turning around to hook his arms around her hips. 

“Behave,” he chuckled, stealing a tender kiss from her lips. “Or I'm not gonna make it bubbly.”

Y/N gasped at his words. It made him chuckle further, and he reached for the bottle of sweet bubble bath with a grin aimed at her. 

Chan was diligent in finishing up the rest of the bath. By the time he was done, a considerable mound of dense bubbles shimmered under the dim lighting - just the way his wife liked it. The warm aroma of vanilla and amber had covered the bathroom in a lingering hug, and Y/N couldn't help but shiver with anticipation, suddenly very much looking forward to sinking into the comfort of it all. 

Chan's grip on his wife's hand was gentle as she lowered herself with a content sigh into the hot water first. The man pressed a kiss to her temple before slipping in behind her; he pulled her back against his chest with his muscular arms settling around her waist, and the both of them exhaled in relief as the sudden surge of extreme warmth engulfed them. 

“Feeling okay?” Chan whispered against her ear, his fingers kissing the sides of her torso. “Need anything else?” 

Y/N's words were almost drunk-like when she replied. The immense heat and sweet scent from the water combined with the sturdiness of her husband enveloping her in his big arms was relaxing her a little too much. She shook her head, sinking further back into him so her head came to rest at the hollow of his throat, Chan peering down at her with his tender eyes. 

“It’s perfect … “ She drawled, struggling to keep her eyes open as she adjusted to the temperature. “Can't get over how you can't run a bath without bubbles anymore.” 

Chan's laughter was silent, his body shaking against hers. “Only because you like them.” 

“Don't lie to me, Christopher. You even have bubbles on the rare occasion that you have a bath on your own. I saw you last time … you were playing with a rubber duck.”

Her words made the man's laughter increase. He squeezed her tight, pressing a loving kiss to the side of her neck as his fingers continued to trace her skin beneath the water. “That rubber duck made the experience so much more fun, okay? I had to occupy myself somehow … you were busy.” 

“Just admit you like bubbles,” Y/N giggled, patting his thigh. “You won't lose your manly status.” 

Chan chuckled. “Fine. I like bubbles.” 

“Really? You don't say,” Y/N teased him.

He responded by moving his head to the side, leaning forward so he could plant an adoring kiss to Y/N's mouth. Y/N tilted her head up to meet him halfway, and she sighed against him when his fingers came up to cradle her jaw, his thumb soft against her cheek. 

When Chan finally pulled away after taking his wife's breath away, he slowly dropped his forehead against her damp shoulder. His arms became more secure around her waist, his muscles pulsing against her heated skin.

“You really have no idea how much I love you … “ Chan's voice was barely audible against her skin. But Y/N heard him regardless, her soul responding to his before her mouth could reply to his words. 

She shifted in the tub; turning around so she could sit on his lap, Y/N looped her arms around Chan's neck as his hands gripped her hips, steadying her with his grip. His smile grew in the softest way as she settled in her new position, her fingers smoothing over the taut muscles of his back. 

“You have no idea how much I love you either,” she whispered, lips grazing his with every word. “No amount of words could ever explain how I feel about you.” 

Chan's lips parted ever so slightly as he inhaled suddenly at her words. His eyes were dark and deep as they searched hers in the dim bathroom lighting, his hands soft as they ran up and down the line of her back. 

He was about to reply with a heartfelt whisper when Y/N suddenly scooped up a mound of bubbles; she promptly dumped them onto Chan's nose, the man's eyes widening slightly before he suddenly sneezed, the bubbles flying off with the force of a bubble gun.

Cracking up with laughter, Y/N placed her hands on her husband's shoulders for support so she wouldn't slide off. Her entire body shook with mirth as Chris stared at her, his own mouth home to a breathtaking smile that made her heart turn upside down.

She squealed a moment later when Chan dumped a fistful of the bubbles onto her forehead; they slid down slowly and plopped onto her nose, and she too couldn't stop the sneeze that escaped her.

Chan's laughter was a sweet symphony around her as his hands tightened on her body, holding her in place. He leaned forward and captured her lips with a more passionate kiss once again, and the woman responded by pressing herself up against him, her chest rising and falling with adrenaline.

“You're unbelievable,” Chan chuckled, his breath hot against her lips. 

“I know,” she replied. It made him giggle further, and his arms cocooned her further as his lips caught hers again.

Chan's hands were soft and warm and full of affection as they roamed up and down Y/N's skin, his fingers making her shiver when they traced the groove in the middle of her back. There was a constant smile kissing his mouth as he nuzzled his face against her temple, Y/N's face resting against the crook of Chan's neck with her own hands tracing the patterns of his muscular chest.

Once the water had turned a tepid mass of sad dissolving bubbles, the couple finally heaved themselves reluctantly out of the bath. Chan retrieved one of the fuzzy grey towels from the rack beside them, and he immediately wrapped it around his wife with a soft smile playing on his lips. He was gentle with his task, dabbing down her body with the material before tucking the ends into each other. He made to reach for the second towel, but Y/N got there first, and the man flushed as she did the exact same thing to him.

“Your ears are red again,” Y/N pointed out the obvious as she patted down his torso. 

Chan bit his lip. “The water was hot.”

“The water was hot ages ago, Mr,” Y/N giggled, securing the towel around his hips. “Look at you … Mr Shy Guy striking for the … what, fourteenth time in the past hour?” 

“Oi,” Chan laughed, reaching out to pull her closer. He kissed her forehead subtly, the heat radiating off of him making Y/N's body shiver with goosebumps. “Come on … Mr Shy Guy is cold.” 

They made their way into their bedroom again, the familiar cosiness of the room wrapping them both in delicious warmth as they stepped towards the wardrobe. Chris paused at his section, and he peered over his shoulder at his wife. “Are you actually even sleepy?” 

Y/N shook her head. It was past eleven - but truthfully, she hadn't a single tired cell in her body. “Are you?” 

“Nah,” Chan chuckled. He pushed a few of his clothes aside before hunting for the garment he had in mind. “Was just asking so I know whether to dress or not. Here - catch.” 

He lightly tossed a black hoodie across to his wife, the material heavy and chilly against the woman's fingers. It smelled just like him, and Y/N smiled in delight as she hugged the fabric to herself, her cheek rubbing against it. 

“Hmm … shorts or sweats?” Chan asked her, voice muffled as he stuck his head into his assortment of clothes again. “Or nothing?” 

Y/N couldn't help but giggle. She dropped the towel from her body and slipped his hoodie over her head, shivering at the low temperature of it kissing her skin. The hem of the hoodie landed at the middle of her thighs, and she rummaged around in her own section before retrieving a pair of baby pink shorts that made her husband burst into adoring chuckles. “These!” 

“Perfect,” Chan grinned, reaching for another hoodie. He slipped it over his own shoulders before jumping into a pair of boxers, and after collecting their discarded towels, Chan couldn't help but rush to his wife with another large hug. 

“You're so cosy … “ Chan hummed, his hands holding her softly as he rubbed his frizzy curls against her shoulder. 

Y/N laughed quietly, wrapping her arms around his neck and inhaling the gentle vanilla that lingered on his smooth skin. “So are you.” 

“You know what would be even cosier?” Chan hummed, pulling away so he could look her in her eyes. 

Y/N tilted her head to the side in question.

“Hot chocolate!” Chan exclaimed excitedly. He pressed a soft kiss to Y/N's forehead before slipping his hand into hers with his reassuring grip, and Y/N giggled as she followed him out of the room.

They found themselves illuminated by the gentle golden glow of their kitchen, shadows dancing with them as they traipsed around the place with light footsteps and strings of laughter following them. Suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable as she stood by her husband's side, Y/N locked her arms around Chan's torso and smushed her cheek against his broad back as he spooned hot chocolate mix into their mugs. He chuckled at the way she landed the tenderest of kisses to his hoodie, and his ears soon turned the colour of red chilli peppers with the prolonged affection.

“You're so cute, baby girl,” Chan hummed, his voice buzzing against Y/N's face. “Wanna go sit on the sofa? I'll bring these over.”

Y/N shook her head against him. She squeezed him even tighter, making the man laugh a little more as he turned around in the circle of her arms and cupped her face in his hands. “Wanna stay with you.” 

Chan grinned. His nose was heated and pink as it bumped against hers, and he kissed her forehead, then her nose, and her cheeks, before closing his plushness over her lips with loving caress. 

He then turned around against so he could finish making their drinks, leaving Y/N blushing and her lips all tingly as she buried her face into his back. 

Once Chan had curled his hands around the two mugs, Y/N reluctantly let go of him. She followed him to the sofa where he set the mugs down on the coffee table before sinking into the sofa, his arms immediately held out for her with a wide grin on his face. 

Y/N melted into him, her arms returning around his waist. She cuddled up to him as Chan wrapped her legs around her, his hands deftly pulling up their favourite blanket around her shoulders before he closed his own arms around her shoulders, his kisses landing on the top of her head. He smiled as he looked down at her huddled up against his chest, and not for the first time did Chan's heart leap with joy at the knowledge that she was all his, and that she loved him just as much as he loved her. 

“So warm … “ Y/N sighed, her head tucked under Chan's chin. “I feel like I'm gonna fall asleep.”

Chan started to laugh under his breath. He smoothed his hand over the back of Y/N's head, his other hand moving with utmost care along the planes of her shoulders. “Thought you weren't tired?”

“I wasn't,” Y/N murmured, a sleepy smile growing across her flushed face. “But … being like this with you holding me is making me so relaxed and sleepy.” 

His grin widening, Chan couldn't resist pulling her even closer. His arms were secure and muscular around her, and he enveloped her completely in the safety of his brace as he nuzzled his nose against hers. “I kinda feel the same.” 

Y/N giggled against him. She looked into his eyes a mere inch away from hers, and the soft brown of them filled her with such peace in that moment that she was suddenly unsure how long she'd be able to stay awake before passing out with her face buried in her husband's neck. 

Chan smiled, his hand coming up to cup Y/N's face, his thumb caressing her cheekbone before running lightly over her lower lip in a way that left goosebumps in his wake. “Let's just drink the hot chocolate and then we can go to bed, hmm?” 

Y/N nodded eagerly at his plan. “Should have forgotten the clothes.” 

Her words made the man chuckle quietly against her. “Mmm … I like your thinking.” 

With sluggish, blurred movements, Y/N finished her hot chocolate with drooping eyes. The warmth of her husband wrapped around her with the warmth of the beverage flooding through her was a recipe for disaster; she was half asleep when Chan secured his arms around her and carried her to their bed, his hands gentle as he removed the both of their clothes before sliding under the sheets beside her. 

Chan brought her down on top of him, cradling her head against his bare chest as his other hand went to rest at her waist. He peered down at her, softly smoothing her hair away from her forehead as he kissed her temple. 

“You feeling okay, baby girl?” He asked her in a breathy whisper. “No aches or pains, right?” 

Y/N shook her head slowly against his skin. “Not really. Maybe a little bit. Normal amount.” 

Chan responded by kissing her even more, his smile evident against the warmth of her cheek as his hand against her hip began to move. The palm of his hand was smooth over her lower back, and the pads of his fingers gently pressed into her muscle with a massaging touch. 

Y/N shifted on top of him, her arms tightening around his body. He was whispering soft things to her as his hands worked their magic into her back and her scalp, and after hearing the quietest of ‘I love you's from her husband, Y/N promptly fell asleep.

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no nut november — lee know (winner)

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (18+ mdni), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex

a/n: part of @gimmeurtmi's and i’s collab <3

word count: 4.3k

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“God, that feels so good,” you whine.

Minho’s head pops up from between your legs and he grins, chin shiny with your arousal. “You close?”

“I was until you stopped,” you grumble.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says with a pout. 

You push his head lightly. “You’re not sorry.”

“You’re right, I’m not.”

You roll your eyes. “Just because you can’t cum doesn’t mean I can’t.”

“I thought we were in this together,” Minho whines. 

“You really want to deal with a girlfriend who hasn’t cum in a month?”

“Good point.”

With that, Minho gets back to work. He’s teasing you purposely, this time, dragging his tongue up and down your slit without staying in one place long enough to be effective.

“Minho.”

“Hm?”

“Please...”

“Please what?”

“Need more.”

“Use your words, baby- hey. Don’t squirm.”

He presses down on your hips to keep you still, basically wrestling you into place. You surrender to him but only because you know he’s stronger. Minho smacks your cunt twice, each time making you jolt slightly. 

“Let’s try this again. Use your words to ask for what you want.”

“Can I- can I have something inside? Like your fingers or your tongue?”

“What about my cock?”

“What about it?”

“You don’t want my cock inside of you?”

“Of course I do, I always do. I just... didn’t think that was on the table.”

“Why not?”

“Are you really going to make me say it?” you groan. 

“You don’t think I can control myself?” Minho accuses.

“No, actually, I don’t!”

He sits up, hand over his heart in mock offense. “You wound me.”

“You just get very... passionate when we have sex.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that once you start, you can’t stop.”

Minho narrows his eyes at you like you’re challenging him, even though that isn’t your intention at all. You don’t want him to lose on your account, but you can only resist your irresistible boyfriend offering you his dick on a silver platter for so long. 

“I can’t believe you think that little of me!”

“It’s not that you can’t last, Min- we both know you can. You just like to... finish something once you’ve started.”

“Is that supposed to be a pun?”

You grin. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

He rolls his eyes at you. “You’re such a loser.”

“That you’re in love with.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky that’s the case.”

“And here I was thinking you’re the lucky one.”

“Oh, I definitely am. Listening to your terrible jokes is a small price to pay for getting to be your person.”

You push his chest bashfully. “Don’t get all cheesy now.”

“Why not? Can’t take it?”

“No, actually. I can’t. If you keep pouring your heart out to me like that I’ll die on the spot and then you’ll go away for my murder. “

“Worst they could get me for is manslaughter,” Minho scoffs like he’s brushing off the possibility. 

“So comforting to hear when you have me pinned underneath you.”

He smirks. “Did you want to get fucked or not? I do have to work later tonight.”

You sigh, shrugging. If he was so insistent about it, you weren’t going to fight it anymore. You were only trying to do him a favor in the first place. His funeral and all that. 

“Give it to me.”

Minho’s smirk turns into a genuine grin and he rubs your thighs in excitement. “I know you wanted something inside but did you want me to make you cum before fucking you?” You shake your head no. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just put it in.”

“So romantic.”

Despite the sarcasm in his voice, Minho scoots up so that his face is just inches above yours and kisses you deeply, getting you to moan so that he can slip his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like you, unsurprisingly, and like the strawberry jam you put on your toast in the mornings. 

“Spread your legs a bit more for me, baby,” he whispers. You do, and he praises you for it. “There you go.”

One of his hands comes down in between your legs to rub your clit as he eases himself inside of you. The fit is perfect, like always, but the stretch is obviously a little more intense than usual. 

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just give me a minute.”

While he waits, he just lies on top of you, ignoring your complaints when you tell him you can’t breathe. Then, you tap him on the back twice to let him know he can move so he does. 

Minho isn’t one to jump right into fucking the life out of you, preferring to start slow and build gradually build the pace, and today is no different. He’s even slower than he normally is, being extra considerate of your disposition. 

“You can go faster,” you urge him. “I promise I won’t break.”

You see him hesitate, almost like he wants to ask you if you’re sure, but he doesn’t. It’s something he’s been working on, trusting you to be honest about what you want in the bedroom, much like you’ve been working on telling him what you want in the bedroom. “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.”

You moan as soon as you lock your ankles behind his back, the angle already pushing him deeper inside of you. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasp. 

“Atta girl. So good for me when you wanna be, huh?”

You nod, whimpering. 

He keeps his fingers on your clit as he fucks you, wanting to get you to the edge as fast as possible. You assume he’ll draw back, slow down and edge you just like he had when he was eating you out a few minutes ago, but he doesn’t.

“Fuck, I’m going to- I’m cumming!”

You sob as it hits you, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s neck and pulling him close. He makes a sound of surprise as he falls forward into you but easily accepts his fate and begins to kiss and nip at your neck.

Minho’s still fucking you even after you come down, even though your legs are trembling and tears are staining your cheeks. He seems entirely unaffected by the way your pussy’s clenching relentlessly around him. Meanwhile, you’re falling apart every time the head of his cock nudges your g-spot. Curse his dancer’s hips and performer’s stamina.  

“Think you can give me another one?” he asks. You can hear the smirk in his voice and it’s infuriating. 

You don’t get the chance to respond before you’re cumming again, whining his name and biting your fist so hard you think you’ve drawn blood. It isn’t unlike Minho to fuck you into a second orgasm right after the first, he loves overstimulating you almost as much as he loves edging you, but it always catches you off guard. 

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts.

“Yeah, I just c-came twice.”

“You’re always tight,” he says matter-of-factly. 

“Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.”

You snort and roll your eyes while Minho kisses your nose. 

“One more?” he asks, rolling his hips experimentally. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you moan. “Yes, please. Please make me cum again.”

Minho tries to gently coax the third orgasm out of you, taking his time instead of fucking your brains out like he just had been. You can tell he’s getting close too. He’s trying not to show it but he has a tell that’s a dead giveaway every time. 

“So good for me, letting me do whatever I want to you,” he pants. “So fucking warm and tight and perfect. God, you can never get enough of this cock, can you? Just have to have it all the time.”

“Yes, always!” you agree even though you aren’t entirely sure he’s expecting an answer. 

“That’s my fucking girl.”

You cum unexpectedly, shocking both yourself and your boyfriend. It’s all Minho’s fault, really. He can’t say shit like that and expect you not to gush everywhere. 

He tries to make the most of it by thrusting deep as he fucks you through the orgasm. You clutch him to you, digging your nails into his back as your thighs tighten around his waist. 

The cries of his name and the pulsing of your cunt drive Minho right to the edge and he’s suddenly frantic, whimpering and grunting in your ear as he desperately begs you to say the things he needs to hear.

“Tell me you love me,” he whines. “Please, baby tell me you’re mine.”

“I love you! I love you, baby. I’m yours, I’m yours. ”

It hits him hard- body going tense, eyebrows knitting together, mouth falling open as he cums inside of you. He looks so pretty like that, it’s a view you’ll never get tired of. It’s almost enough to make you cum again. You can feel it, feel his cock throbbing as he fills you up. You hadn’t used condoms with Minho for a long time now, didn’t need to when you were taking twice the typical dose of birth control for your awful periods. And you had been dating for long enough that you could trust each other with something as intimate as this.

Minho gives you and himself a moment to recover before he’s pulling out and rolling off of you. He feels around for one of the washcloths you always kept on the nightstand and finds one, cleaning himself and your thighs off.

“I’ll wet go wet another one with warm water for the actual mess,” he assures you. “Don’t want to use a dry washcloth on that. Your PH balance is already fucked up enough after what we just did.”

You wrinkle your nose at him. “Can you not say stuff like that until at least twenty minutes after we fuck?”

“You don’t think it’s sexy that your boyfriend cares and is knowledgeable about vaginal health?”

“I do, but I don’t think I would classify the subject as bedroom talk.”

“Agree to disagree.”

It isn’t until you’ve both showered and are laying in bed together that you bring the bet back up. Minho still has about an hour before he needs to be at the JYPE building and he’s trying to spend as much of that time with you as humanly possible. 

“Min, the bet,” you sigh. 

“What about it?”

“You lost. You guys shook on it like... a few hours ago.”

Minho shrugs. “Oh well.”

You sit up, detaching yourself from him to give him a look. 

“What?” he asks. 

“You’re the most competitive person I know..”

He grins. “Thank you.”

“That wasn’t necessarily a compliment, but you’re welcome, I guess. I just mean you’re not even a little upset about being the first out?”

Another shrug. “Meh. You win some, you lose some.”

“Have you told them yet? What did they say?”

“I’m just gonna let them figure it out on their own,” he says. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like.”

You narrow your eyes at your boyfriend as it dawns on you. “You were never going to play, were you?” 

Minho smirks. “Oh, I’m playing. I’m just playing a different game.”

-

“I’m not lying to our friends!”

“It’s not lying! It’s just not telling them.”

“It’s called a lie of omission for a reason, Minho. Because it’s a lie. And what if they straight up ask me about it? What am I supposed to say then?”

“Just change the subject.” “Yeah, because that’ll work fine and not be suspicious at all.”

“Babe, please,” he pleads. 

“It seems mean!”

“It is mean,” he agrees. “But it’s funny.”

“What if they all hate you after this?”

“They contractually can’t hate me. They still have to be in a group with me for the next two years and if we renew then even longer. Besides, this is me getting back at them for volunteering me to MC for Music Core. I was sick the day the representative came around to the company and they all recommended me knowing I wouldn’t want to do it because they thought it would be funny. Next thing I know, I’m in the audition room and they’re telling me I have to wear stupid hats and do aegyo every Saturday-”

“I thought you liked the hats.”

“They’re okay sometimes,” he huffs, refusing to admit what you both know to be true. “But it’s the principle of the thing.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, Mr. Drama King. What do I get in return for participating in your little revenge plot?” 

“What do you want?”

“The rest of the SKZOOs.”

Minho purses his lips, holding back a scoff. The only SKZOO you owned was Leebit, obviously. You actually had a couple of Leebits around your apartment but Minho had jokingly banned you from getting any of the others because, in his words, he was supposed to be your favorite member. 

“Having the others doesn’t mean you’re not my favorite,” you’d argued. “Do you want Leebit to be lonely?”

“Leebit doesn’t need friends,” Minho had insisted. “He’s happier by himself.”

You weren’t convinced but you also didn’t feel like arguing with your very stubborn boyfriend on the subject. You were content with Leebit for the time being- until now, that was. 

“That’s really what you want?” Minho asks. 

“Mhm.”

He sighs, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Fine. Deal.”

You grin triumphantly and kiss him on the cheek. “Pleasure doing business.”

“You’re a menace.”

“And that’s why you love me. We’re made for each other.”

-

Your plan was to simply avoid the members and their partners for the entire month. If you didn’t run into them, you wouldn’t have to lie to them. Easy peasy. Right?

“Jisung did what?” you gasp, standing dumbfounded in the middle of your bedroom as your boyfriend gets dressed. 

“Planned a surprise birthday party for me,” Minho repeats.

“Why would he do that?”

“Because he’s my best friend?”

“But... your birthday was last month. And how is it a surprise party if you already know about it?”

“You know he’s not good at keeping secrets. Or planning ahead.”

You sigh and put your hands on your hips as you watch Minho button his nice dress shirt. 

“Do I have to go?”

He pauses to look up at you. “What do you mean do you have to go? You don’t want to?”

“It’s not that,” you explain, “I’m just worried about someone bringing up your stupid bet and having to lie to them.”

“I’ll do most of the talking,” he assures you. “Just stick by my side.”

Thankfully, the party Jisung had planned was on the smaller side. Only Minho’s closest friends were in attendance which meant that you knew almost everyone there. Han had admittedly outdone himself with the setup, too. You couldn’t even recognize the JYPE ballroom with all of the decorations and lights strung up everywhere. You told him as much when you saw him. 

“If only the guy was actually surprised,” he grumbled to himself, “but thank you. I’m glad you like it.” 

The ‘sticking by Minho’s side’ method only worked when he was actually by your side. Midway through the party, he excuses himself to go talk to one of his friends, leaving you to fend for yourself until he returns. 

“Oh my god, I feel like it’s been forever!” a familiar voice echoes from behind you. 

You turn to see Hyunjin’s girlfriend holding her arms out to you for a hug, and quickly reciprocate, briefly wrapping your arms around her in greeting. 

“It’s been too long,” you agree. 

“Where have you been?” she asks. “The other girls have been asking for you.”

“Oh, you know,” you mumble, “work has really picked up lately so I’ve just been swamped.”

It’s not technically a lie, you have been swamped, but you’ve also been actively avoiding your friends at the same time. 

“Ugh, that sucks. It must be so stressful,” she sympathizes, then lowers her voice. “How have you been doing with... you know?”

Fuck. 

You take a deep breath and swallow the guilt that threatens to claw its way up your throat as you scramble to come up with a bullshit answer. “About as well as any of us, I figure.”

“Fucking tell me about it,” she groans. “I nearly killed Hyunjin when he told me about it. I still might.”

You laugh. “If he goes missing, I won’t say anything.”

Suddenly, Minho’s back by your side, his hand resting on the small of your back. He greets Hyunjin’s girlfriend warmly. She wishes Minho a happy birthday and then excuses herself to go find her own boyfriend. 

“What were you two talking about?”

“Who’s asking?” you ask in response. 

“The birthday boy.”

“He has no authority here, sorry.”

Minho’s jaw drops in faux shock. “You’re really not going to tell me?”

“She just asked me how I was holding up through all of this No Nut November bullshit,” you admit.

“Wait, she actually asked you about it?”

“Yes, she actually asked me about it. Girls talk about this stuff.”

He winces and rocks back on his heels. “Damn, I’m sorry, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, just don’t fucking leave me again. What was so important you had to ditch me for in the first place?”

“I went to go say hey to that girl Jeongin likes,” Minho explains, nodding in her direction. 

You look over to where she was now sitting with Jeongin and nod in understanding. “That’s her?”

She was one of the guests you didn’t know super well. You had only seen her at a few group functions and she mostly kept to Jeongin and some of the other younger members. 

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“What did you say to her?”

“I just thought she might be interested to know that her crush on Innie is mutual.”

“What?”

“She likes Jeongin back.”

“No, I know she does.” One of the other girls had told you about Jeongin’s little crush and how the two were practically shooting heart eyes at the other all the time but were completely oblivious. You just hadn’t been able to put a face to the name until now. “How do you know that?”

“It wasn’t hard to figure out,” Minho mutters defensively. 

“But why would you try to meddle in their business? Shouldn’t you let them figure it out for themselves?”

“If I didn’t interfere they’d never act on their feelings,” he argues. 

“And why did you decide to ‘interfere’ now of all times?” you push. 

Minho smirks, knowing you’re on to him. “I think you already know the answer to that.”

You roll your eyes and shove him lightly. “Why are you trying to make him lose? You’re already out so why does it matter?”

“I’m just trying to keep it interesting!”

“You’re being an asshole, is what you’re doing!” 

“You’re hot when you’re mad.”

“Don’t change the subject!”

“What do you say we get out of here?” he suggests, completely ignoring what you’d just said. 

“You can’t leave your own birthday party early!”

“Says who?”

“It would be rude, Minho.”

“Fine, then let’s find a closet or something.”

“You really want to fuck like twenty feet away from everyone you’re up against for No Nut November?”

He shrugs. “Who doesn’t like a little challenge?”

-

Jeongin loses next, then Hyunjin. Changbin follows not long after, then Chan, then Felix. All the while, you continue to have sex with Minho. He comes over a lot more often, fucking you in every room of your apartment and then falling asleep in your bed just to go again in the morning. 

You can’t risk being at the dorms because neither of you are very good at keeping your hands off of each other, but you don’t want to raise suspicion by not being around so you drop by a couple of times throughout the month under the guise of bringing Minho dinner or picking him up for date night.

When the boys ask about you, Minho gives them the same excuse you’d told Hyunjin’s girlfriend about work. They don’t pry, thankfully, probably too intimidated by your boyfriend to invoke your name more than once every three to five business days. Minho could be a little possessive at times, even around the friends he’d known longer than he had known you, and that was working in your favor this month. 

The other six having lost meant that Seungmin was the only one left standing. Technically, he had already won. But he doesn’t know that. Only you and Minho know that. 

You expect Minho to tell him the good news as soon as Felix announces his failure, but he doesn’t.

“November isn’t over yet,” he points out.

“You’re just going to let Minnie suffer?”

“He’ll be fine.”

“He’s going to kill you.”

“Probably.”

-

Minho feels a little bad about having you lie on his behalf, but not bad enough to stop you from doing it. You’re just as much of a little jerk as he is, which is why he knew you’d agree in the first place. Sure, your moral compass is a bit more aligned than his, but that’s what makes you such a great pair. You’re there to reign him in when he goes too far, and he’s there to push your boundaries. 

“You’re having fun, aren’t you?” he asks when you come back from a girls brunch all giddy and breathless. 

You hadn’t even wanted to go in the first place to save yourself from lying to them all morning but Seungmin’s girlfriend had begged you to, seeing as you were the only two whose boyfriend’s hadn’t caved and therefore weren’t getting laid like the other girls were.

You didn’t want to leave her hanging like that, so you went. And now, you’re practically glowing with adrenaline as you recount the last two hours to Minho.

“I said that you won’t even touch me,” you exclaim, making Minho’s smile falter. “And that you’ve resorted to sleeping on the couch when you stay over so you don’t accidentally get too close to me in your sleep.”

He scoffs. “Did you have to make me sound like a total fucking loser?”

“Would you rather I have told the truth?”

“Okay, okay, you’re right. Thank you for doing that.”

You take a seat on Minho’s lap and hum happily. “You’re welcome.”

-

When the clock strikes midnight on December first, Minho’s surprised by the radio silence from Seungmin’s end. 

“Do you think he’s asleep?” he asks you. 

“Maybe he’s fucking his girlfriend into oblivion,” you suggest with a shrug. “I hope he is for her sake. Poor girl was desperate for dick.” 

Minho isn’t really sure how to respond to that so he doesn’t. He just hums in acknowledgment and turns the lamp by your bedside off so that your room is doused in darkness. You pat his thigh comfortingly under the blankets. 

“We’ll find out tomorrow, babe.”

“I guess we will.”

Seungmin doesn’t text the groupchat until the afternoon, hours after Chan’s texted asking who won. Minho shows you the texts and you read over his shoulder as the messages roll in. 

Kim Seungmin SKZ: lost an hour or two before midnight. congrats minho. 

Lee Felix SKZ: minho won??? Why am i not surprised at all lol

Hwang Hyunjin SKZ: I think we all saw this coming.

Hwang Hyunjin SKZ: pun intended.

Bang Chan SKZ: so where are you going to take your gf?

Minho: actually, you all should congratulate Seungmin.

Bang Chan SKZ: what?

Hannie: what? did you lose yesterday afternoon or something?

Seo Changbin SKZ: ???

Minho: I was the first to lose. 

The groupchat is silent for a single beat before it starts blowing up with messages from all of the members furiously cursing Minho out. He laughs as he scrolls through them. 

Bang Chan SKZ: all in favor of voting lee know out of the group?

Kim Seungmin SKZ: i think it’s unanimous.

Minho: Relax, Minnie. You won. You’re getting the trip. 

Kim Seungmin SKZ: RELAX? YOU’RE GOING TO TELL ME TO FUCKING RELAX??? I COULD HAVE BEEN FUCKING MY GIRLFRIEND THREE DAYS AGO AFTER FELIX LOST BUT NOOO YOU THINK YOU’RE SO FUNNY MAKING THE REST OF US LOOK LIKE IDIOTS

Yang Jeongin SKZ: i mean it is kind of funny

Hannie: you’re not mad innie?

Yang Jeongin SKZ: i was out second... or i guess technically third so i was never going to win anyway. minho got me a girlfriend out of this so i can’t really complain too much

Minho: Listen, I’m happy to be the sole contributor to Minnie’s vacation since I was the one to orchestrate all this. The rest of you can donate to that nonprofit we talked about at the beginning of the month. I’ll make a donation too obviously but don’t worry about the trip.

Kim Seungmin SKZ: I don’t want your pity money

Minho: it’s not pity money, it’s sorry for being an asshole money

Seo Changbin SKZ: if he doesn’t want it, i’ll take it

Kim Seungmin: don’t you fucking dare

Minho: anyway, if you guys are done bitching I’m going to go spend some time with my girlfriend now. I hope you’ve all learned your lesson.

Hwang Hyunjin SKZ: our lesson???

Lee Felix SKZ: wym?

Bang Chan SKZ: oh don’t tell us you’re still mad about that

Minho: not anymore. we’re even now.

Minho puts his phone down on the counter as soon as it starts to ring with a call from Seungmin. He swipes the decline icon and turns his attention to you. 

“Was it worth it?” you ask. 

He opens his mouth to answer but his phone rings again, cutting him off. It’s a call from Chan this time. He declines it and turns the phone off completely so that no one else can bother the two of you. 

He leans forward and kisses you hard, taking your bottom lip between his teeth as his hands settle on your ass. 

“Was it worth it?” he repeats, smirking. “I’d do it again in a fucking heartbeat.”

sorry again for the wait- as you all know i've been going through a lot lol

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