#hong juhan hard hours

[ssongsboo]

Alr so Imagine beach sex with juhan BUT when the sun sets casting a soft glow over his pretty features and defining his body even more, making everything so beautiful, as you both are on cloud 9 and lose yourself in each other (yes this was inspired by the pictures LMAO)

the air is warm, carrying the faint scent of salt and the distant crashing of waves, the sun sinking slowly into the horizon and bathing the beach in hues of gold and amber. but none of it registers compared to the way juhan looks under the setting sun. the golden light paints his skin in soft, warm hues, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the curve of his lips. his hair catches the breeze, framing his face like a portrait too perfect to be real.

it’s just the two of you on the secluded beach, the world around fading into a blur as he presses you gently into the sand. the warmth of his body contrasts with the coolness of the grains beneath you, and the glow of the sunset creates a halo around him as he leans in closer, his lips capturing yours with a fervor that makes your heart race.

"do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?" he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and breathless, the roughness of it sending a shiver down your spine. his hands trail over your body, fingers tracing every curve as though committing you to memory, every touch deliberate and reverent.

the sun dips lower, casting long shadows and deepening the golden glow over his features. his body moves against yours, slow and intoxicating, every motion purposeful as he draws you deeper into the moment. his eyes meet yours, filled with an intensity that steals your breath away, and it's as if the rest of the world ceases to exist- just him, the fading light, and the way he makes you feel like you're floating.

"god, you're stunning," he murmurs against your skin, his voice deep and gravelly, the sound of it sending a shiver down your spine. his hands follow the curve of your hips, his fingertips digging slightly into your skin as he positions you just the way he wants. there’s an undeniable hunger in his movements, but also an aching tenderness that makes every touch feel like a worshipful act.

when he presses into you, the initial stretch has your breath hitching, your fingers instinctively clutching at his shoulders. he stills, his forehead resting against yours as his warm breath fans across your face. "are you okay?" he asks, his voice gentle yet tinged with need. you nod, whispering his name like a prayer, and it's all the encouragement he needs.

juhan starts to move, slow and deliberate at first, his hips rolling in a rhythm that matches the waves lapping at the shore. the friction is maddeningly perfect, each thrust dragging pleasure through your body and leaving you trembling beneath him. his hands roam your body, one gripping your thigh and pulling it higher around his waist, the other bracing himself above you, the muscles in his arm flexing with every motion.

the golden light of the sunset dances over his face, casting shadows that emphasize the furrow of his brows and the way his mouth falls open as he loses himself in you. his name slips from your lips like a mantra, and he responds with quiet groans that only fuel the fire pooling low in your belly.

as the sky turns to shades of pink and orange, his pace quickens, his breath mingling with yours as your bodies move in perfect harmony. as the pace intensifies, his control starts to fray. the softness in his movements gives way to a raw, unfiltered passion, his hips snapping against yours with enough force to send shockwaves through your entire body. the sound of skin meeting skin mingles with the distant crash of waves and the breathless cries spilling from both of you.

"look at me," he whispers, his voice softer now, almost pleading, as if he needs to see your expression just as much as you need to see his. his hands cradle your face, his thumbs brushing away the stray grains of sand as he gazes down at you. in this light, he's mesmerizing- his muscles taut, his features defined, and his lips swollen and parted as he loses himself in you.

your release comes like a wave cresting and breaking, crashing over you with a force that has your back arching and your fingers digging into his shoulders. he follows soon after, his body stiffening, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he lets out a deep, guttural groan that you'll never forget.

for a moment, neither of you moves, your breaths mingling as you come down from the high. the sky has darkened to a soft lavender, the first stars beginning to twinkle above, but juhan’s glow hasn't faded.

he pulls you close, his lips brushing against your temple as his hand trails lazily up and down your side, pulling you close, his arm draped protectively around your waist as the ocean sings its quiet lullaby.

and in that moment, as the day melts into night, you know there's nowhere else you'd rather be than wrapped in his warmth, tangled together beneath the endless sky.

[ssongsboo]

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❕ : gunplay

⟢ you’re in my world now .ᐟ

the room felt smaller with juhan’s presence dominating it, his sharp eyes fixated on you like you were his prey. the soft clink of the gun he spun around lazily sent a ripple of anticipation through your body. he smirked, the corners of his mouth curling in that infuriatingly confident way that made your breath hitch. juhan sat back in his chair, legs spread wide, his hungry gaze drinking you in as you stood before him.

"come here." he said, his voice low and rough. you obeyed, stepping into the space between his legs. he pulled you down, guiding you to straddle his lap, the hard press of metal grazing against your inner thigh as he tilted his head, watching for your reaction. “you trust me, don't you?" he murmured, the cold gun resting against the bare skin of your leg. "yes.” you whispered without hesitation, your voice breathless but steady. juhan’s smirk deepened, his fingers brushing against the side of your face. "good girl."

he raised the weapon and let the barrel trail over your lips, his eyes darkening as you parted them without hesitation. the smooth metal slid in just slightly, your tongue grazing the cool surface as your heart raced.

"you’re such a pretty little thing." he said, his free hand tracing down your spine. "so willing. so perfect."

the gun left your mouth with a soft, metallic scrape, and juhan’s hand cupped your jaw, tilting your head to meet his heated gaze. his lips crashed against yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle, his control over you sending shivers down your spine.

with the gun now lowered, his other hand slid between your thighs, teasing and testing your limits as your body arched into him. the edge of the weapon returned, this time tracing higher, a deliberate and calculated movement that left you trembling.

"you’re mine," he growled, his voice heavy with possessive lust. "every inch of you belongs to me, isn’t that right, baby?" you didn’t even get the chance to respond before he lifted both of his hands off you, "now, turn around." he ordered, his tone sharp, almost mocking.

you obeyed without hesitation, your body trembling under his gaze. juhan tilted his head, examining you like you were nothing more than a plaything- something he could break if he wanted.

“let’s see just how much you can take." he sneered, pressing the cool metal barrel against your jaw. the gun traced a deliberate path down your body, the chill of the steel leaving goosebumps in its wake.

he let it linger between your thighs, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror in front of you as he tilted it just enough to make you gasp.

"you’re shaking," he said with a cruel laugh, his free hand gripping your chin. "are you scared? or is it that excitement?"

"both…" you admitted breathlessly, your voice trembling but determined. "good," he growled, the smirk on his face widening into something far more sinister. "you should be scared. but you're too desperate for me to stop, aren't you?"

he didn't wait for a response. the gun pressed against you, the cold metal making you gasp as he pushed it just inside. your body tensed at the intrusion, and he chuckled darkly, his grip on your hip tightening as he held you in place.

"look at you," he hissed, his voice dripping with disdain and desire. "fucking filthy. letting me use you like this."

each movement was slow and calculated, the deliberate pace driving you to the edge of your sanity. his free hand slid up your body, his fingers wrapping around your throat with enough pressure to make your breath hitch.

"you belong to me," juhan practically growled. "every curve. every scream. every fucking breath. don’t you forget it."

the dangerous edge in his tone made your heart race, and yet you couldn't stop yourself from craving more, from leaning into the chaos he so effortlessly commanded.

juhan didn't stop- he never did when he was in this mood. his eyes were blazing with a hunger that threatened to consume you whole, his lips twisted into a smirk as he pressed the gun further, the cool steel a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body.

"you’re fucking soaking, aren't you? all for this." he hissed, his tone sharp, laced with condescension. he tilted the weapon, watching your body react to the unfamiliar intrusion, a cruel laugh escaping his lips.

"pathetic." he said, though the way his voice thickened betrayed just how much he was enjoying this. "you’d let me ruin you, wouldn't you? beg me to."

the barrel moved with precision, slow and deliberate, every twist and push a calculated assault on your senses. your gasps filled the room, each sound spurring him on as his hand tightened on your throat, grounding you in the overwhelming intensity.

"you’re so desperate," juhan continued, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "do you even know how nasty you look right now? letting me use this on you? letting me claim you like this?"

your fingers clawed at his wrist as the tension in your body built, and his smirk only deepened. "don’t you dare close your eyes," he ordered, his tone biting. "i want you to see how you fall apart for me. i want you to remember who made you like this."

the pressure of the gun was unrelenting, his movements alternating between teasing and merciless, pushing you closer to the edge. his free hand slid up your body, gripping your jaw tightly as he forced you to meet his gaze.

"you’re fucking mine." he snarled, his voice thick with possession. "every moan, every fucking ounce of pleasure- i own it. say it."

"i am yours, juhan." you gasped, the words spilling from your lips without hesitation. "damn right, you are." he growled, his lips crashing against yours in a bruising kiss as he pushed you further toward the edge, trembling beneath his touch. juhan pulled back just enough to watch his impact on you, his chest heaving with his own barely restrained desire.

[ssongsboo]

juhan’s lips are sooo pretty, i need you to hear me out with this one🙏

imagine him between your legs for hours, constantly edging you until he finally decides to listen to your pleads and let’s you finish, but the sounds that you’re making are just soooo pretty and he can’t help but overstimulate you until you’re a crying mess😵‍💫😵‍💫

sorry for this brain vomit, i have a lot of … thoughts about him

-🪐

there’s something utterly magnetic about juhan’s lips. plush, soft, and always slightly parted like they’re inviting you into a world of sinful bliss. you can’t help but stare when he speaks, when he smirks, or when he bites the bottom one just to tease you. now, imagine those lips- those perfect, intoxicating lips- trailing over every inch of your skin. he’s not in any rush, he takes his time, kissing, nipping, and sucking until you’re trembling beneath him.

you gasp when his lips finally make their way lower, brushing over the most sensitive part of you with maddening gentleness. he’s deliberate, making you squirm, moan, and beg for more. juhan loves hearing every sound you make, taking it as a sign of his power over you. his lips form into that signature smirk as he hums against you, the vibration shooting straight through your body.

“patience, dollface.” he murmurs, his voice rough but oh-so-sweet. “i’ll make you fall apart when i’m ready.”

and then his lips seal against you again, relentless and unyielding, leaving you teetering on the edge for what feels like hours. every flick of his tongue, every scrape of his teeth, and every teasing kiss pulls you closer but never quite lets you tip over the edge. you’re trembling, begging, and pleading until he finally, mercifully, pushes you over- but just when you think he’s done, he keeps going. juhan doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, until your cries fill the room and your body can’t take it anymore.

there’s a dangerous glint in Juhan’s eyes as he pins you beneath him, his hands firm on your thighs to keep you from squirming away. he’s been at this for hours, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to bring you to the brink of release again and again, only to stop just before you can tumble over the edge.

“you’re so pretty like this,” he murmurs, his voice drenched in amusement as he watches your lips part in a desperate moan. “beg for me, baby. let me hear how bad you want it.”

you’re a wreck beneath him, your body trembling and glistening with sweat as you try to grind against his lips for just a bit more pressure, a bit more friction- but he's not having it. juhan presses you down harder, his smirk growing when you whimper in frustration. he leans in again, his hot breath ghosting over your most sensitive spot as his tongue flicks out to taste you, slow and deliberate.

and when he finally gives in to your desperate pleas, the pleasure is almost too much. your back arches, your hands gripping the sheets as you cry out, the release hitting you like a tidal wave. but juhan isn't done. the sounds you're making are too beautiful, too addictive for him to stop now. he keeps going, his lips and tongue driving you higher and higher until you're sobbing, your body shaking from the relentless overstimulation.

"look at you," he whispers, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "so good for me, crying so sweetly. let’s see how many times you can break for me tonight."