@foundwild asked:
🌃 Kiss the receiver while quietly stargazing. ( from minchae 😌 )
The night had settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by the distant sounds of the city below. Woojin leaned back against the railing, his gaze fixed on the scattered stars overhead. They looked the same as they did on the other side of the world, back when he was in England and somehow, that brings him some comfort. He felt Minchae shift beside him before he looked away from the sky. The kiss caught him by surprise, not because he didn't want it, but because it came so quietly. There was no warning, no teasing remark, no attempt to draw attention to it. Just Minchae, brushing a kiss against him while the stars burned overhead as if nothing in the world had changed.
For a moment, Woojin simply stared at them. Then the corner of his mouth lifted into a small smile. His shoulder nudged lightly against theirs as he turned his attention back to the sky, content to sit in the silence. The warmth lingering from the kiss said enough, and he stayed close to Minchae, his cheeks hiding in the crook of his arm wrapped around his leg, big eyes looking back at them before him. "You know you just kissed me, right?"
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@foundwild asked:
m/m 14 for minjoon and gunwoo ☝🏻
Gunwoo had been Captain Lee once. Special Forces. Black ops. The kind of man who could neutralize a target with a ballpoint pen. Now he was a glorified shadow to the royal family's most unpredictable asset, sharp-tongued, restless, and—as of three weeks ago—the reason Gunwoo no longer slept soundly. Because of the way the prince looked at him when no one else was watching. The latch clicked shut behind him with the finality of a cell door. The kiss was not careful. It was teeth and heat, Minjoon's back hitting the bedpost as Gunwoo caged him there, one hand gripping the silk at his hip. The prince made a sound—surprise, pleasure, need and Gunwoo swallowed it. Gunwoo's fingers found the prince's scalp. Not pulling. Not yet. Just resting there, a silent claim. "Use that mouth for something else other than annoying me." And as he rest on the bed, legs slightly bent, he was caught at the sight of the prince ; hair out of place, lips swollen and wet and entirely beautiful.
The wet heat of Minjoon's mouth drew a groan from somewhere low in the captain's chest. His shoulders hit the bedpost behind him, and he let himself lean, because standing straight suddenly required more coordination than any firefight he'd survived. Minjoon's mouth was velvet, and he learned fast—adjusting the pressure, flattening his tongue along the shaft as he withdrew, then sinking down again with a determination that made his throat work. "That's it." Gunwoo breathed. The words came out before he could filter them. "Just like that." Gunwoo forced himself to ease back. "Breathe through your nose." Gunwoo watched, mesmerized, as Minjoon held himself there for one second, two, three, before pulling off with a gasp that left a glistening strand connecting them. Gunwoo's answer the silent question as his hand held a handful of hair and a growl. "I think your mouth looks better around my cock than when you're running it."
He pushed in. Minjoon's mouth welcomed him, eager, yielding, the silk of his palate giving way to something deeper. Gunwoo set a rhythm, slow at first, watching the prince's jaw go slack to accommodate him. He'd intended to be gentle. He'd intended to let Minjoon control the pace. But the heat of that mouth, the way the prince's eyelids fluttered half-shut, the tiny hungry noises vibrating against his shaft, it dismantled every intention like a demolition charge. "You want this?" Gunwoo asked, though the question was barely a formality. His hips were already sliding forward with more authority, the slick sounds filling the lamplit room. "You want me to use that pretty mouth?"
MOM & DAD OF SAMSARA aka Joonwoo & Klo (aka Do-yeon)
But it's our fate to choose each other
We don't need anyone's permission, not even a single word
This burning heart goes higher, overflowing with desire
-Crescendo, NMIXX
"okay, okay! but, like, hear me out— we all switch parts for the song." he hasn't had this much fun in a very long while, happy to finally have more control over his body. so of course he was going to make the most out of it while he still could. "it'll be a big hit in those variety shows— c'moooon let's bring it up to leader man. whaddya say??"
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@foundwild asked: “please don’t cancel your plans to stay in with me.” ( from hana )
❝it's sweet of you to assume that i had plans.❞
jiah glances in hana's direction, shooting her a knowing look that - partnered with the grin that spreads across her lips - tells her that jiah is not the 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 to make plans when she has free time.
❝i think i can safely say that i haven't had plans on a friday night in about five years.❞
she settles herself against the floor, 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 to watch as hana works.
❝honestly? i'm curious as to why you're still here- you don't seem like the type to pass up a fun night out.❞
@foundwild asked: "You make me feel things. And I need you to stop it."
there it is. the 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄 buried in her chest, matthew had sunk it past her ribs a few days ago. his words twist it sharply, because she isn't sure which hurts more.
the idea that she's doing exactly what she had hoped to 𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃. she had lingered long enough for matthew to get used to her presence, for him to develop feelings for her that go beyond a regular hook up.
or the fact that he wants - no, 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 her to stop. he doesn't want this.
hana swallows the lump in her throat, not able to bring herself to meet his gaze.
❝don't you think i would if i could? you think i want this- you think i like knowing that it went this far? you need to be the strong one between us- i'm not. if you don't want this then tell me to leave.❞
