#Wonwoo

[jeonsupershy]

on a winter day where our noses are cold, let's meet again wonu🤍

[woozinhos]

seungcheol x wonwoo x reader, please. with seungcheol and wonwoo fighting for dominance and a very sub reader

She’s mine|| Wonwoo x Seungcheol

Notes: I think this first fic of the day is gonna be a hit hehe

You lie on the bed, both Seungcheol and Wonwoo looking down at you with heated gazes. They're both clearly eager to take control, but neither wants to back down.

"She's mine," Seungcheol growls, his hand gripping your thigh possessively. "I've had her first." Wonwoo scoffs, running his fingers through your hair. "And who says I can't have her now? You don't own her." Their arguing makes you feel hot all over. Your eyes dart between them, unsure of what to do.

Seungcheol leans down to kiss you roughly, his tongue claiming your mouth as he dominates the kiss. "She's our good girl, isn't that right?" he asks, looking at you expectantly. You nod, your head spinning from the kiss. Wonwoo tugs on your hair gently, pulling your attention back to him. "Don't let him speak for you," he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire. "Tell us who you want right now."

You look up at both of them, your body trembling with need. "I... I want both of you," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. Seungcheol's eyes flash with excitement while Wonwoo smirks, clearly pleased with your answer. "Greedy girl," Seungcheol teases, running his hand up your stomach. "You want to be filled by both of us?"

Wonwoo moves behind you, his chest pressing against your back as he whispers in your ear. "We'll make sure you're satisfied, baby girl. But first, you need to decide who goes first." You feel their hard bodies surrounding you, their hands and lips exploring your skin as they wait for your decision. The thought of being sandwiched between them is overwhelmingly erotic.

"Wonwoo first," you decide, reaching up to touch Seungcheol's face. "I want to taste you first." Seungcheol grins, clearly pleased with your choice. "Good girl," he says, settling beside you on the bed. "Make sure you give him a good show." Wonwoo wastes no time in pulling you onto his lap, his hands gripping your hips as he lifts you up. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your entrance, hot and eager to enter you.

"Sit on it," he commands, his voice low and rough. "Show Seungcheol how well you take me." You lower yourself onto him slowly, gasping as his thick length fills you completely. Wonwoo groans in pleasure, his fingers digging into your hips as he starts to thrust up into you.

Seungcheol watches intently, his hand moving to stroke himself as he watches you ride Wonwoo. "That's it, baby," he murmurs. "Take it all like a good girl." Seungcheol and Wonwoo continue to fight for control, each trying to assert their dominance over you. Their thrusts become more urgent, their bodies pressing closer to yours as they compete for your attention.

"You're too rough with her," Seungcheol growls at Wonwoo, his hand wrapping around your throat gently. "She needs to be treated gently." Wonwoo snorts, his hips snapping up harder into you. "She likes it rough, don't you baby?" he asks, his eyes locked on yours.

You can only moan in response, overwhelmed by the sensations of being filled by both of them. Their contrasting styles are driving you crazy, each thrust hitting a different spot inside you. Seungcheol pulls you away from Wonwoo, turning you so that you're facing him. "Let me show you how a real leader takes care of his girl," he says, sliding back into you with a deep thrust.

Wonwoo doesn't give up easily, pressing himself against your back and whispering dirty things in your ear as Seungcheol takes control. "You're ours to share," he murmurs. "And we'll both make sure you remember it." The bed creaks and groans under the weight of the three of you as they take turns with you. Seungcheol pulls out to let Wonwoo have another turn, both of them alternating between your mouth and pussy.

"You're such a messy little thing," Seungcheol says, watching as Wonwoo fucks you from behind. "Look at how wet you are for us." Wonwoo pulls your hair back, making you arch your back as he slams into you. "She's a perfect little cockslut," he agrees, his free hand reaching around to rub your clit. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building up in your core. "Please, I'm so close," you whimper, not sure who to beg for mercy from.

Seungcheol smirks and moves in front of you again. "You can cum when I say so," he tells you firmly, his cock twitching as he watches your face contort with pleasure. Wonwoo leans down to bite your shoulder, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he nears his own climax. "Let go, baby girl," he urges. "Cum for us."

"No, she's not allowed to cum yet," Seungcheol insists, his hand squeezing your jaw possessively. "Not until I say so." Wonwoo growls in frustration, his movements becoming more desperate. "You're such a control freak," he accuses, trying to ignore the way you're clenching around him. You're caught in the middle of their power struggle, your body trembling with need as you desperately try to hold back your orgasm. The sensation of being edged is driving you insane, and you whimper pathetically.

"Please, I can't take it anymore," you beg, tears forming in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. "I need to cum." Seungcheol and Wonwoo exchange a heated glance, silently deciding who will give in first. Finally, Seungcheol nods slightly. "Fine. You can cum."

Wonwoo takes that as permission to redouble his efforts, his fingers rubbing your clit furiously as he pounds into you. "That's it, baby," he grunts. "Cum for us now." You finally let go, your body convulsing as your orgasm crashes over you. Your walls flutter around Wonwoo's cock, causing him to moan loudly as he spills inside you.

"Good girl," Seungcheol praises, stroking your hair as you come down from your high. "You did so well for us." Wonwoo collapses on top of you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. "Fuck, that was amazing," he mumbles against your skin.

Seungcheol grins and gently pulls you away from Wonwoo, positioning you on all fours. "My turn," he says, sliding back into your wet pussy easily. "I'm not done with you yet." Wonwoo rolls over onto his back, watching as Seungcheol starts to thrust into you again. "She's had enough," he protests weakly.

Seungcheol ignores him, his pace steady and deliberate. "She can take it," he insists, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Isn't that right, baby?" You're exhausted but the feeling of Seungcheol's cock filling you again makes you whimper with need. "I... I can handle it," you manage to say between gasps.

Wonwoo shakes his head, but his eyes are glued to the sight of Seungcheol taking you from behind. "You're going to break her," he mutters, but he makes no move to intervene. Seungcheol leans down to whisper in your ear. "Just a little longer, sweetheart. I know you want my cum too."

You can feel Seungcheol's thrusts becoming more erratic, his breathing ragged as he nears his own climax. "I'm gonna fill you up," he growls, his hand moving to rub your sensitive clit again. Wonwoo groans, clearly frustrated but unable to deny how hot the scene in front of him is. "Do it," he says, his voice thick with desire. "Fill her up with your cum."

Seungcheol slams into you one last time, his cock pulsing as he empties himself inside you. The feeling of being filled sends you over the edge once more, your body shaking as you come again.He pulls out slowly, watching as his cum drips down your thighs. "You're so beautiful like this," he says, admiring his handiwork. "All marked up and filled with our cum."

[fy-wonwoo]

WONWOO for HARPER’S BAZAAR japan, june 2025

[cairafea]

my favourite genre of seventeen is when they're straight up lying

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[idubiloveu]

my wonkyeom heart 🥹💖

[ssentimentals]

second chances {jeon wonwoo}

pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

prompt: time loop (going back in time to fix mistakes)

warnings: angst with a happy ending

wonwoo thinks you never looked more beautiful than right now, standing next to the altar in a wonderful wedding dress. it looks stunning on you, you look stunning and he carefully puts down his glass of whiskey out of fear that he might break it with his grip. your smile is radiant and there are a lot of unthinkable things he's ready to do to have it directed at him. but no, your radiant smile, your sweet voice, your gentle touches - they are for another man, who's standing next to you in a nice suit, face beaming with pride. wonwoo knows he would've been beaming with pride too if he were to marry you.

mingyu taps his shoulder empathetically. 'you good?'

wonwoo snorts loudly, not bothering to dignify this stupid question with an answer. no, he's not good. he's attending wedding of his best friend, who he always loved more than his own life. he's standing next to all other guests instead of standing next to you, all because of his own stupidity and fears. this is what breaks wonwoo the most - the thought that he could've had this. the knowledge, this deeply rooted confidence, that he really could've had this if only-

'slow down, wonwoo'. mingyu tries to snatch another glass of whiskey out of his hands. 'you'll be drunk in no time.'

'sounds good.' wonwoo mutters, swatting mingyu's hand away from his drink. 'i won't survive this without getting drunk.'

mingyu's eyes soften. 'hyung.. don't do it. she just-' mingyu turns to look at you and then back at wonwoo. 'right person, wrong time. you know? or- i don't know, hyung, what's done is done. let it go.'

wonwoo loves mingyu, but he wants to kill him right now for saying all this stupid shit. let you go? wonwoo doesn't know how to do that. he fears he won't be able to let you go even if he tried. how does one let go of your person? of everything you ever dreamt of? wonwoo doesn't know how, so he downs one more glass and signals waiter to bring him another one. he needs to get obnoxiously drunk to be able to look at you in that dress, knowing full well that you're not marrying him. and he follows this plan dutifully, getting so drunk that standing is not an option. for whatever weird reason his head doesn't hurt though; he just feels like something died in his mouth. his heart stopped beating at the same time you said 'yes' in front of all other guests, in front of god and - wonwoo is not okay. he wish he could just cry it out, but he can't. his fingers tremble when he latches for huge bottle of - scotch? vodka? whiskey? - something and pours it into his glass. he's pretty much alone here, everyone else is on the dance floor, enjoying the night that killed wonwoo. or maybe this night didn't kill him? maybe all these others nights, when he didn't make a first step towards you, when he was too afraid to ruin your friendship - maybe all these nights killed him? you two never really got to the point of being single at the same time, can he blame everything on this? can he blame you too, maybe? you surely knew what he was feeling. you surely felt the same, wonwoo knows, he motherfucking knows. but what's the point of it anyways? you just married another man, a man wonwoo will never be and now you'll never be his too. he drinks whatever is in his glass and closes his eyes. if only he could had a second chance. if only.

===

wonwoo wakes up with a gasp. everything about him feels wrong, his head is about to be split in two and his lungs feel like they are about to collapse. breathing in and out in large gulps, wonwoo sits up, clutching at his chest in panic. it takes him full ten minutes to calm down, for his whole body to stop feeling like he's about go in a kill mode. blinking, he looks around and reality kind of doesn't make sense. he is in his room, surely. but he is in his room from five years ago. wonwoo remembers this stolen from minghao's room chair, remembers those posters on the walls and surely remembers this dying lemon tree on the corner of his desk. he pinches himself hard and for a good measure runs to the bathroom to splash some water on his face. nothing changes. when minghao barges into his room, looking like himself but five years younger, wonwoo thinks he's going crazy. minghao, however, looks at him like he's the one who's crazy: 'dude, we're late. why you're still not dressed?'

wonwoo looks down at his old pjs - fucking hell, the ones he wore throughout his whole university - and almost screams. 'what?'

'it's our last year, woo, we talked how we can't fuck this up,' minghao shakes his head and starts furisouly typing on his phone. 'two minutes to get dressed, you know dr.hermos will be on our ass for being late!'

wonwoo dresses automatically, trying to make sense of whatever is happening. it takes him one lecture to figure out in what year and semester he is, two talks with mingyu and minghao to understand general situation and everything is too real for it to feel like a huge prank. wonwoo, somehow, moved five years back. no one else has memories of the future, no one else knows what's going to happen in five years and most importantly-

'woo?' you call his name, waving. 'come to lunch!'

you are here. of course you are, you are his best friend, you two are on the same course, you- wonwoo breathes out. you are single. he knows this for sure, because he remembers this one short time in the span of all these years, when you two were single at the same time. just for one week, but still. wonwoo holds his breath. he doesn't know how he's here, but if this is it, if this is his chance, if universe somehow decided to bless him... wonwoo swallows. he remembers vividly night before - him drunk out of his mind on your wedding. he remembers it. he never wants to experience it again.

'you alright?' you step closer to him, frowning. 'you look kinda out of it.'

wonwoo shakes his head. how can he tell you that he can't believe that you're standing right here in front of him? not married, not taken by a man who's not him? 'didn't sleep well,' he mutters, trying to smile.

'why?' you step closer, worry etched in your features as your hand reaches out to touch his elbow. 'migraines again?'

the thing about going back five years while keeping your memories of all these five years is how wonwoo can't help but feel incredibly stupid. how could he not propose to you within all these years? how could he be so stupid? how could he ever think that someone else will ever make him feel the way you do? 'nothing to worry about,' he assures you, gentle and soft as he always is with you. 'let's go eat.'

it's weird to come back to the last year of university. wonwoo knows it all, sure, but it also feels foreign. being student felt like a distant memory to him and now he's back to discussing lectures and professors, he's back to - wonwoo freezes. he's back to walking you to your dorm, back to eating dinners with you, back to always spending his time with you. his heart speeds up at this realization. wonwoo has no idea how much time he has: this day, this week or even just few hours, but he has to make most of them. he grabs your wrist right when you enter cafeteria, stopping you shortly: 'can we go outside?' he asks hurriedly. 'i need- can we just go outside?'

you look confused but nod, following him outside. wonwoo doesn't hear a thing apart from his own heart beating loudly. what if this is a weird dream? what if he got so drunk that he literally died and this is some kind of limbo in which he stuck before going to heaven/hell? wonwoo shakes his head, breathing out. he can't think about that now. whatever the hell it is - a dream, hallucination, a divine intervention - wonwoo is not going to waste it. if this is his last chance - fuck, he will risk to ruin your friendship. he will take you never speaking to him again, he will risk it all to never again be on your wedding as a guest.

'you wanted to talk about something important?' you ask after a lapse of silence, turning to him.

your shoulder brushes his arm. wonwoo presses closer, tongue-tied. why is it so hard to form sentences? 'yeah,' he finally croaks. he realizes that he's leading you towards the park where you both met for the first time. 'i...need to say something. important. yes.'

'you're kinda freaking me out, not gonna lie,' you say jokingly with a hint of nerves. 'but take your time. tell me when you're ready.'

how can wonwoo not love you? how can he not when you're this considerate, this sweet, this caring? wonwoo is helpless. he chuckles and shakes his head. your sincerity disarms him and makes it easier to be honest too: 'i'm such an idiot.'

you frown, looking at him questioningly. 'what? no. you're not, woo.'

'i am. i have been in love with you for the last four years and never said a thing. doesn't make me an idiot?' he stops, making you pause too. your eyes are as big as saucers, but you're not running away so it's a good sign. 'i feel like we're always in some relationship with other people and i- it doesn't feel right. i never said anything cause we're friends.'

wonwoo wants to add that he knows where it got him, knows how the future goes in the case when he doesn't say a thing to you. wonders if he should tell you that, but then thinks better of it. you look shocked, but there's hope glimmering in your eyes and wonwoo presses on: 'what if we tried? you and i. just one chance. that's all i'm asking for - one chance.'

you lick your lips. 'you think it'll be good? us, i mean.'

'i think- no, i know that i will regret it my whole life if i don't try.'

and this it, isn't it? that's the main point - wonwoo knows how he felt on your wedding day. nothing can be worse than that, surely. you bite your lip and wonwoo takes your hands in his, giving them light squeeze. 'just one chance,' he repeats, slowly. 'we can be so good together.'

when your lips slowly transform into a smile, wonwoo feels like he can breathe again. 'one chance,' you repeat, shyly looking up at him. 'let's make most of it.'

wonwoo wants to scream. jump up and down like a kid. instead he grabs you by the waist and spins you around. your laughter rings in his ears like the best melody and when he hugs you and you hug him back, he silently prays for this to not end. prays for anyone to not take this away from him. you giggle and he presses a kiss on top of your head, sighing. he will hold on to this one chance and he will never, ever, let you go.

a/n: time loops are my favs! hopefully you liked it, let me know! <3 - nini

my other seventeen works are HERE

[kyeomic]

gose 2024 rewatch – dokyeom flops during the "which one isn't considered one of the seven wonders of the world" question

[bts4lifeu-blog1]

OF SHADOWS AND SILK - JEON WONWOO x READER TEASER

A/n: The idea for this fic randomly appeared. I'm being honest, I'm not sure when this fic will come out...

Pairing: Nonidol! King! Wonwoo x Noble! Reader

Genre: Royalty Au, Slow burn, arranged marriage, enemies(but not really) to lovers. eventual smut.

Word count: For this teaser it is 323, but for the full fic I'm not sure yet.

Warnings: none in this teaser.

The palace is never quiet. 

Even in the deepest hours of night, it hums—soft footsteps echoing on marble, whispers veiled in the silk of the walls, the low murmur of jealousy wrapped in perfume and velvet. The sounds of intrigue are constant, like the pulse of the kingdom itself. 

You sit by the window, watching the moon drift above the gardens. It’s become a ritual—a way to mark the passing of time. The gardens are still, the shadows long and cold, but the moonlight holds an eerie calm. 

You don’t belong here. Not in this life, nor in this palace. 

House Caelith. A house that whispers in the ears of the people—a house that moves power not with swords, but with secrets and their intellect. 

That was the house you were born into. Your father, Lord Silas Caelith, is a master of whispers and strategy. He has shaped more than one ruler with his unseen hand. You grew up in the shadows of that power—free, untethered, and forgotten. 

As the daughter among sons, you were never meant to lead, never expected to matter. In that quiet insignificance, you found your freedom. A freedom you clung to, that you took advantage of. 

You believed that your role in the world would remain inconsequential. That no one would ask you for more than a passing glance. 

At one point in your life, you had been thankful that you were not royalty. You didn’t have their burdens, their responsibilities, the weight of being married off to some stranger. 

But you should have known better. 

Because power, like a relentless tide, always finds a way to claim what it’s owed. And daughters, no matter how silent, no matter how invisible they think they are, are not exempt. 

Five months. 

That’s how long you’ve been here. 

Five months you’ve been married to a man you’ve spoken no more than five words to. 

Jeon Wonwoo. 

A king. 

Your husband. 

A/n: Please let me know in the comments if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this fic! Also, I have seen your comments on my recent S.coups fic asking for a second part. I would like to tell all of you that have been waiting that a second part is in the making and should be released soon. Will it be after I release this Wonwoo fic? I'm not sure, but stay tuned :)

[slytherinshua]

୧　SLICE OF CAKE　( 전원우 )

genre fluff , established marriage , husband!wonwoo x wife!reader   cw food mention (cake) , teasing , they're in love and make me feel single , not proofread   wc 490   request @k1eev for wonwoo + arms clasped around one's waist for the 3k event   note man i haven't written for svt in a while but this reminded me how insane i am for wonwoo ever since i wrote fire lord wonwoo. that fic truly changed me and my bias line. i hope you enjoy kie!!!   net @kstrucknet

“Stop trying to run away. Come here.” Wonwoo’s voice was gentle and steady as always, but there was a subtle hint of amusement in his tone that only you would pick up. His words made your body relax almost immediately and a small smile crept on your lips.

“Why should I? You ate the last piece of cake,” you reminded him yet again, as if there was any possibility he would forget the fact with you reminding him every ten minutes the past hour.

“I’d buy you fifty cakes if that’s what you wanted. Just come here,” he told you, holding out his arms, waiting for you to consider the offer. You were only dawdling to tease him. He looked awfully cute with his glasses perched on his nose and his slightly messy hair from his gaming headphones. He hadn’t known you wanted the last piece of cake and had already apologized for it. He knew you were teasing him too, for just last week you had stolen food he had his eyes on as well. 

So you relented, and padded over to him, allowing his arms to find their home on your waist. His touch was firm, portraying his clear intentions. He wasn’t going to let you go until he had his fill. He hugged you close, lips right by your ear.

“Do you want me to buy you another cake?” he asked, and you giggled. He treated you too well.

“No, love. It’s okay. I don’t want another cake— just want you to keep holding me.” 

“Keep holding you? I think I can do that,” he said, smiling wider now. His grip on your tightened ever so slightly, the comforting hug welcome. Feeling Wonwoo so close to you was everything you could ever want, and infinitely better than a slice of cake.

You snaked your arms around his waist as well to mirror the gesture, looking up at him with pure love in your eyes. He looked back down at you with nothing but the same feeling, and another gentle squeeze to your waist told you everything. 

Your husband was a simple man, and it seemed like his only priority in life was to make sure you were happy. He did an excellent job at it, and you reminded him every day just how lucky you felt to have met him, fallen in love, and now be able to spend the rest of your life together. There was no better man you could have found, nor a better match for you than Wonwoo. Your perfect equal, even if he ate the last slice of cake sometimes. 

“How long do you want me to hold you?” he asked after a while. You looked like the last thing you wanted to do is make any moves to remove yourself from his arms.

“Forever.”

“I’m afraid I’m not so confident I can do that. But I can certainly try. Whatever my wife desires.”

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[master-tonberry]

[wonucitos]

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[jeonsupershy]

sous chef wonwoo 🥟

[woozinhos]

Hello, I love your stories, they are amazing. I wanted to know if you could, please, make a story where Wonwoo idol x fem reader. Where Wonwoo is in military service, they both miss each other. One day, he surprises her on her day off going to the apartment that both have together and pleases her too much with a lot of hard but at the same time soft sex, as if they hadn't done it for 3 months 😼

3 Months|| Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Notes: had a nice day out now just relaxing writing :)

You're sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone when you hear a key turning in the door. Your heart skips a beat as you recognize the sound - it's Wonwoo! The door opens and there he is, in his military uniform, looking tired but happy to be home. "Surprise," he says with a warm smile, dropping his bags and rushing over to you.

"Baby, I missed you so much," he says, pulling you into a tight embrace. His strong arms wrap around you, his familiar scent washing over you. You can feel his body against yours, solid and warm, and tears start forming in your eyes. "I missed you too," you whisper, holding him close as if he might disappear again. "Three months is way too long."

Wonwoo laughs at your excited reaction, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you steady. "Easy there, I'm not going anywhere," he says with a smile. He gently lifts you up, holding you against his chest as he spins you around the room. Your laughter fills the space, mingling with his as he finally sets you down.

"I've been counting down the days until I could come home to you," he confesses, cupping your face in his hands. "Now let me show you just how much I've missed you." Wonwoo gently lays you down on the bed, his hands tenderly tracing the curves of your body as he removes your clothes.

"You're even more beautiful than I remembered," he whispers, his eyes roaming over every inch of your skin. He takes his time undressing, letting you see how much his body has changed during his military training. His kisses are soft and passionate, filled with three months worth of longing. He enters you slowly, taking care not to hurt you despite his own need.

"I love you so much," he murmurs against your neck, rocking his hips in a gentle rhythm. "I dreamed about this every night I was away."

"I love you too, Wonwoo," you whisper back, running your fingers through his hair as he moves inside you. "This feels so good...so perfect." Your bodies move together like they were made for each other, the intimacy and emotional connection deepening with each thrust. The room is filled with the sounds of your soft moans and heavy breathing.

Wonwoo lifts his head to look into your eyes, his own filled with love and desire. "I'm never leaving you again," he promises, his pace becoming slightly faster as he nears his climax. "You're my everything." Wonwoo's lips press against your neck, his kisses growing more urgent as he gets closer to his orgasm. He sucks gently on your skin, leaving a trail of red marks as he moves lower.

"I'm going to cum," he groans, his hips stuttering as he tries to hold back. "Tell me you're close, baby." His fingers find your clit, rubbing circles as he continues to thrust deep inside you. The double stimulation sends waves of pleasure through your body, building up until you can't hold back anymore.

"That's it, baby, let go," Wonwoo urges, his voice rough with need. "Cum for me, I want to feel you tighten around me." He increases the pressure on your clit, matching the pace of his thrusts. The room fills with the sounds of your whines and moans as you reach your peak, your body arching against his.

"I'm cumming," you gasp, digging your nails into his back as your orgasm hits. "Wonwoo!" He follows right after you, burying his face in your neck as he spills deep inside. His body shudders with the force of his release, holding you tightly as he rides out his climax. Wonwoo stays inside you for a moment, catching his breath and placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulder. "That was amazing," he whispers, finally lifting his head to look at you.

His eyes are filled with love and satisfaction, a smile spreading across his face as he sees your blissed-out expression. "I needed that more than I realized," he admits, gently pulling out and rolling onto his side to face you. You curl up against his chest, feeling warm and safe in his embrace. His arms wrap around you protectively, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin.

"Three months is way too long," he repeats, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I promise I'll make it up to you somehow." Wonwoo pulls you closer, spooning you from behind as he continues to smile contentedly. His body is warm and solid against your back, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

"I missed holding you like this," he murmurs, nuzzling into your hair. "Your scent, your warmth... everything about you." He places gentle kisses on your shoulder and neck, his hand resting possessively on your stomach. "Let's stay like this all night," he suggests, sounding half-asleep already.

[svtcatcafe]

[candymay]

Such a great interview. "That's just basic human rights" dsjkfhsdkfjsfk

[fy-wonwoo]

250321 caratland 2025 d-2. bibi 🐱 do not edit/crop logo. (1,2)

[day 19 of 639 until wonu comes back]