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たまにOになると更に愛しい.
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Who ever keeps putting band aids on Woo's nose....
I hope every side of your pillow is cold. I hope you get the best parking spot always. You get the last of your favorite food. I hope you know your my favorite (:
hi, maybe i please have a header for these pfps
I hope you like these :)
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I was too excited hahshah
i am in love with you
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼, 𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓿 𝓼𝓮𝔁 (𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽), 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2,718
𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 10 𝓶𝓲𝓷 51 𝓼𝓮𝓬
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
Wooyoung and Y/n had finally gotten some much-needed alone time together after a long day of rehearsals and performances. As soon as the door closed behind them, Wooyoung had Y/n pinned against the wall, his lips eagerly seeking hers in a passionate kiss.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as his mouth moved down to her neck, kissing and biting his way down to her collarbone. She let out a small gasp as his tongue traced a pattern across her skin, her body arching against him in response.
Wooyoung's hands roamed over her body, his fingers slipping beneath her shirt and tracing patterns across her skin. He had been wanting this all day long, and he was not going to waste any time now that he finally had her in private.
Y/n's breathing grew ragged as his touch sent sparks of desire shooting through her body. She could feel his hunger and want, and it was driving her crazy. She slid her hands under his shirt, her nails scratching lightly against his skin as she reciprocated his touch.
Wooyoung let out a low groan at her touch, his body shuddering at the sensation. He lifted her up, pressing her against the wall as he continued to kiss and bite at her neck and collarbone, his hands roaming further down her body.
Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer as she arched against him, desperate for more contact between them. Her hands roamed over his back, her nails digging in whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot.
Wooyoung's need for her was growing more urgent, and he wanted more of her. He moved his mouth back up to hers, his tongue seeking entrance, and her mouth opened eagerly under his, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
Their bodies moved together, both of them desperate to be as close as possible, the heat between them growing more intense with each passing moment. Wooyoung's hands continued to roam over her body, his touch becoming more insistent, more demanding.
Wooyoung's mouth moved down her neck, kissing and biting at her skin, his hands roaming across her body as he continued to push her against the wall. She could feel his growing excitement pressed against her, and it sent a shiver of anticipation through her body. His hands were getting more insistent, his touch becoming rougher as his need for her grew more intense. He suddenly picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, his mouth never leaving her skin.
Once they were in the bedroom, he gently laid her down on the bed, his mouth continuing its descent down her body, his hands quickly divesting her of her clothing. Her breaths came in short gasps as his lips and tongue traced a path down her body, her body arching towards him in need.
His hands moved over her body, exploring every inch of her with a combination of gentle and rough touches, driving her wild with desire. She could feel his body pressed against her, his need for her as urgent and intense as her own. He leaned down, his lips grazing her ear, his voice low and hoarse with desire, "I need you, baby."
She couldn't resist him any longer, her body responding to his touch and words. Her hands moved down to the waistband of his pants, her fingers fumbling to undo the button. "I need you, too," she gasped out, her voice thick with desire.
Wooyoung let out a low growl at her words, his body shuddering at her touch. He quickly rid himself of his clothes, his hands roaming over her body once more as he moved back on top of her. His mouth sought hers again, his tongue delving into her mouth in a passionate kiss.
Her body arched against his, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer, her hands roaming over his back, her nails leaving red trails on his skin. She could feel his excitement against her, and it was driving her wild with need.
Wooyoung's hands continued to roam across her body, his touch growing more demanding as his need for her intensified. His mouth broke away from hers, moving down her neck and then to her chest, his tongue and teeth tracing a path across her skin.
She let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the pillows as his mouth continued its journey down her body, his hands roaming everywhere, setting her skin on fire, wherever he touched. Her body was on fire, she could feel the heat and need growing inside of her, and she wanted more.
Wooyoung could feel her responses, the way her body moved against his, her gasps and moans, and it only heightened his own need for her. He knew her so well, every response and sound that she made was a sign of her own desire, and he was determined to satisfy them both.
His mouth returned to hers, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her even closer to him. He shifted, positioning himself between her legs, his body pressing against hers, the feeling of skin against skin only heightening their desire.
She could feel his excitement, hard and hot against her, and it only fueled her own need. Her body moved against his, her hips arching up to meet him, her thighs tightening around his waist. She wanted him, needed him, and she didn't want this moment to end.
Wooyoung let out a low, guttural moan against her lips, his body shuddering with need. He broke the kiss, his hands gripping her hips, his voice low and rough with desire, "I want you, now."
She gasped out her response, her own voice husky with need, "Yes, now, please."
He wasted no time, his hands moving to grip her thighs, positioning himself at her entrance. He locked eyes with her, his own eyes darkened with need, "Are you ready for me?"
She nodded, her eyes meeting his, her body trembling with anticipation, "Yes, I'm more than ready, please, Wooyoung. I need you."
He groaned at her words, the desperate need in her voice was all he needed. With a swift, sure motion, he pushed himself into her, his body shuddering.
His eyes closed, his head falling forward, his breath coming in short gasps as he felt her body tighten around him. The feeling was overwhelming, the combination of pleasure and need was almost too much. He waited for a moment, giving her time to adjust to him, before he began moving, his hips rolling against hers, his body pressing into hers, his mind consumed by the need for release.
She gasped at the feeling of him inside her, her body arching up to meet his every thrust, her hands gripping his arms, her nails digging into his skin. Her breath was coming in ragged pants, her body trembling with every movement.
"You feel so good," he gasped out, his voice rough with need. "So perfect. I want you, all of you."
She could only moan in response, her body writhing beneath his, her mind consumed by the pleasure and sensations coursing through her. She tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, her body demanding more, needing release.
Wooyoung leaned down, his mouth finding hers once more, his tongue delving into her mouth, his hips still moving against hers in a steady, demanding rhythm. His body was tense, every muscle taut with need, his breathing ragged and harsh.
He could feel his release approaching, the heat and tension building, and he knew he was close. He broke the kiss, his mouth moving to her ear, his voice low and strained, "Are you close, baby?"
She nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with pleasure. "Yes, I'm so close," she managed to gasp out, her hands tightening their grip on his arms.
He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around him, and he knew she was on the edge. "Come for me," he gasped out, his hips moving faster, pressing into hers, the need for release building with each thrust.
She shattered, her body arching up against him, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as she found release. Her body convulsed around him, her nails digging into his skin, her mind consumed by the waves of pleasure coursing through her.
She could feel his own release coming, his body shuddering against hers, his breathing harsh and ragged, his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her, his own pleasure mounting with each movement. He let out a low moan as he found his release, his body tensing, his eyes closing as he rode out the waves of pleasure that washed over him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, gasping for breath, his body trembling.
He could feel her own body shaking beneath him, her hands loosening their grip on his arms, sliding down to his back, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she gradually came down from her own high.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies still connected, their breath slowly returning to normal. Wooyoung pressed a soft kiss to her neck, his mouth moving up to her ear, his voice low and affectionate. "You're amazing," he whispered, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer against him.
She smiled, her body relaxing into his embrace, a sense of contentment settling over her. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased, her voice still a little breathless. She ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of her, the way his body felt against hers.
He chuckled, lifting his head to look down at her, a lopsided smile on his face. "Just not so bad?" he asked, feigning offense. "I'll have you know, I'm damn good."
She laughed softly, her fingers tracing a pattern across his chest. "Oh really?" she said, arching an eyebrow at him. "Is that so?"
He rolled his eyes, a grin on his face. "Yes, really. You should know, you were just screaming my name a few seconds ago."
She smacked his chest gently, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Shut up," she said, a smile on her lips. "You're insufferable, you know that?"
He feigned a look of hurt. "Insufferable?! I'm wounded. You're supposed to be saying how amazing I am and thanking me for blowing your mind."
She pretended to consider this for a moment, her finger tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, I suppose you were pretty great," she admitted, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But I still haven't decided if I'm going to thank you yet."
Wooyoung pouted. "I see, so now you're going to play hard to get, are you?" He leaned down, nuzzling his face into her neck, his lips ghosting over her skin. "I can be persuasive, you know."
She shivered at the feel of his lips on her skin, her body responding even though she had just climaxed. "Oh really?" she said, her voice a little breathless. "You're going to persuade me, huh?"
He smirked, his lips moving up to her ear. "Oh, I think I can convince you," he murmured, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. "I have my ways." His hands began roaming over her body again, his touch light and teasing.
She let out a soft gasp as his touch sent shivers down her spine, her body arching subconsciously towards him. "Is that so?" she managed to get out, her mind already starting to cloud with desire again.
Wooyoung chuckled, noticing her response to his touch. "Oh, you're already starting to crumble," he teased. "Just wait until I really start working my magic." His mouth began to move down her neck, his tongue tracing a trail across her skin, his hands becoming more insistent, his touch firmer.
She could feel the heat building again, her body responding to his touch, her skin tingling with each kiss and caress. She tried to respond, to make a smartass comment, but all that came out was a soft moan.
Wooyoung chuckled against her skin, his hands roaming over her body, his touch growing increasingly demanding. "That's what I thought," he murmured, his mouth trailing kisses down her collarbone. "You can't resist me for long, can you?"
Her mind was a haze of pleasure, her body responding to his every touch and word, her thoughts consumed by him and him alone. She couldn't find the words to answer him, only able to gasp out another soft moan.
Wooyoung continued his assault on her senses, his mouth and hands roaming over her body, his touch both gentle and demanding. He took his time, slowly, exploring every inch of her, bringing her to the edge again and again, until she was a trembling mess beneath him.
Finally, when he had her completely at his mercy when she was begging and pleading for release, only then did he give in, bringing them both to a climax that left them both utterly spent.
They lay tangled together, their breathing ragged and uneven, their bodies slick with sweat, their minds still spinning. Wooyoung wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, his face buried in the crook of her neck. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
She was too blissed out to respond, her mind still reeling from the pleasure. She just nodded weakly, her body relaxing against his. He chuckled softly, his hands tracing patterns on her back.
Wooyoung continued to hold her in his arms, his touches and caresses becoming softer and gentler as he coaxed her back down from her high. He stroked her hair, his lips brushing against her forehead and cheeks. He murmured soothing words in her ear, his voice low and gentle. "You were so good, baby," he murmured. "You did so well."
As she began to come back to reality, he continued his ministrations, his hands still running over her body, his touch grounding and comforting. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, pulling back a little to look at her face.
She managed a weak nod, a small smile curving her lips. "Yeah," she whispered, her voice a little hoarse. "I'm okay." She opened her eyes, their gazes meeting, and for a moment they just stared at each other, both of them lost in the afterglow.
Wooyoung's expression was soft and tender, his eyes warm and affectionate. "You're so beautiful," he said quietly, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "I love seeing you like this."
She smiled lazily, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "I feel like I'm floating," she admitted, her voice still a little shaky. "You always get me so worked up, I feel like I'm in a dream."
He chuckled, a smug smile on his face. "I know," he said, his voice filled with pride. "I have that effect on you, don't I?" He shifted his position a little, pulling her closer to him, enjoying the feeling of her body against his.
She snuggled into his embrace, her eyes starting to droop, her exhaustion finally catching up with her. "I can't believe you have that much stamina," she mumbled, her voice muffled against his chest.
He laughed, his hands moving up to caress her back again. "Baby, you haven't seen anything yet," he teased. "I could take you all night long if I wanted to."
She chuckled weakly, her eyes closing. "Please, I won't survive if you do that," she murmured, her voice slurred. "I need sleep. I'm exhausted."
He chuckled again, his arms tightening around her. "Okay, baby, you can sleep," he said, his voice gentle. "I'll take care of you. You just relax and rest."
She hummed in response, her body sagging against his, her exhaustion finally taking over. She mumbled something incoherently, snuggling even closer to him.
He chuckled softly, his hands still running over her back, soothing her. "Sleep, love," he whispered, his voice low and gentle. "I'll be right here when you wake up."
𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴! 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲, 𝓤𝓷𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓵
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 900
𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 3 𝓶𝓲𝓷 38 𝓼𝓮𝓬
Mingi and Y/n strolled hand in hand down the bustling streets of Seoul, enjoying the warm summer afternoon. The sun was shining, a slight breeze rustled through the trees, and the city was filled with a sense of vibrant energy.
As they walked, Mingi couldn't help but sneak glances at Y/n, admiring her pretty face and how her hair fluttered in the breeze. He was again struck by how lucky he was to have her by his side.
Y/n noticed him looking at her and gave him a soft smile. "What are you staring at?" she asked, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
Mingi chuckled and squeezed her hand. "Can you blame me for staring?" he replied, a flirtatious note in his voice. "You're just so beautiful, it's hard not to."
Y/n blushed at his words and nudged him playfully. "You're just saying that because you're biased," she said, attempting to keep her voice light and teasing.
Mingi feigned offense. "Biased?" he said, pretending to be deeply wounded. "I'll have you know I am entirely objective when it comes to commenting on your beauty."
Y/n laughed at his cheeky tone. "Oh, please. You're about as objective as a judge at a puppy beauty competition," she teased.
Mingi feigned another hurt gasp, pretending to clutch his chest. "You wound me, truly," he said, his eyes sparkling with joy. "But seriously, is it so wrong for me to think you're the most beautiful person in the world? I just call it like I see it."
Y/n rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. "You're ridiculous," she said, giving him a lighthearted swat on the arm. "But I suppose I should be flattered that you think so highly of me."
Mingi laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Flattered is just the tip of the iceberg," he said, pulling her closer to him. "I'm downright smitten with you."
Y/n's cheeks flushed pink again at his words, but she tried to maintain her composure. "Oh, now you're just laying it on thick," she said, ducking her head to hide her smile.
Mingi laughed again, enjoying the flush on her cheeks. "Maybe I am," he admitted, "but it's only because you make it so easy. You're just too damn cute when you get flustered."
Y/n huffed and tried to swat him again, but he just dodged out of the way with a grin. "You're insufferable, you know that?" she said, unable to keep the fondness out of her voice.
"Insufferably charming, you mean," Mingi corrected her, raising an eyebrow cockily. "And you love it, don't lie."
Y/n rolled her eyes again, but she couldn't deny the truth of his words. "Maybe a little," she admitted. "But don't let it go to your head, Mr. Cocky."
"Too late," Mingi replied with a wink. "My ego is already sky-high, and it's all your fault."
Y/n shook her head, trying (and failing) to suppress a laugh. "You're impossible," she said, but there was no heat behind the words.
"But you love me anyway," Mingi said, smiling smugly.
Y/n rolled her eyes yet again, but there was no denying the affection in her expression. "Yeah, yeah, shut up," she grumbled, even as she leaned into his side.
As the sun began to set, Mingi and Y/n continued strolling through the city, enjoying each other's company. They laughed, joked, and occasionally stopped to share a tender moment or two.
As the sky turned a deep orange, Mingi stopped and turned to face Y/n, his expression growing serious. "Hey," he said softly, taking both of her hands in his. "Can I ask you something?"
Y/n blinked, a bit surprised by the sudden change in his tone. "Of course," she said, her gaze meeting his. "What is it?"
Mingi took a deep breath, his eyes locked on hers. "I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me," he said, his voice earnest. "You've become my world, and I can't imagine my life without you in it."
Y/n's heart skipped a beat at his words, her cheeks flushing with emotion. "Mingi..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mingi took another step closer to her, his expression serious and intense. "I know we've only been together for a little while," he said, his voice dropping even lower. "But I don't care. I know what I feel, and what I want. And what I want is to spend the rest of my life with you."
Y/n's breath caught in her throat at his words, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. "Mingi, are you...are you proposing to me right now?" she whispered, her eyes wide.
Mingi's lips curved into a small smile, and he nodded. "I guess I am," he said, his voice soft but sure. "I don't have a ring or anything yet, but I just couldn't wait any longer to ask you. So, Y/n...will you marry me?"
Y/n stared at him for a moment, her mind reeling with a million thoughts. But then she smiled a wide, radiant smile that lit up her face. "Yes," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "Yes, of course, I'll marry you, Mingi."