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ssongsboo · 6 months ago

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heyyy sierraaaa👋🏻😗 how have you been?

i think i have something to get your creative juices flowing😉

hangyul head pusher😃😃🤲🏻🤰🏻pls i need to have his babies😫

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hangyul's fingers twisted into your hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail as he guided your head with deliberate firmness. his thumb grazed the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "so pretty," he murmured, his voice low and breathy, half-lidded eyes fixed on you. "you have no idea how good you look right now."

his hand tightened in your hair, tugging slightly to angle your face upward before he pressed you further down onto him. the low groan he let out sent a rush of heat through you. "yeah, just like that," he praised, his free hand caressing your cheek for a fleeting moment before returning to his thigh. the warmth of his touch lingered as he kept his gaze locked on yours, the raw intensity in his eyes making your head spin.

you hollowed your cheeks, drawing another throaty moan from him, and the grip in your hair tightened.

"fuck," hangyul hissed, his jaw clenching. he pushed your head down again, his hips canting forward just enough to feel the back of your throat. "you take me so well. such a good girl for me," he breathed, his voice thick with lust.

each thrust was deliberate, controlled, as he guided you, letting out breathy curses and groans that only fueled your eagerness. he looked utterly wrecked, lips parted, his chest heaving, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the way he was falling apart because of you.

hangyul didn't give you a chance to take control- not even for a second. his hand stayed firm in your hair, tugging and guiding your head exactly how he wanted. the way he pushed and pulled you along his length was deliberate, almost possessive, like he couldn't let you set the pace. he leaned back slightly, his lips curving into a wicked smirk as he watched you try to keep up with his rhythm, your eyes already glassy with unshed tears.

"look at you," he muttered, his voice rough and low, his thumb brushing over your cheek as a tear slipped free. "so fucking pretty like this-" his words faltered, replaced by a guttural groan as his hips bucked up to meet your lips. "those little tears in your eyes... you don't even know what you're doing to me."

the trust in your gaze made his chest tighten, the way you let him control everything without hesitation or fear. it wasn't just the heat of the moment- it was the unspoken understanding, the silent surrender that had him reeling. "you’re doing so well for me." he rasped, his tone softening even as his grip remained unrelenting.

hangyul's sharp eyes caught the bead of saliva trailing from the corner of your mouth, glistening as it dripped down toward your chin. his hand moved quickly, his fingers swiping it up with precision before it could fall any further. he didn't say a word at first, just watching you as his chest heaved, his length still buried in your mouth as he guided your every move.

a wicked grin tugged at his lips as he brought the glistening finger to his own mouth. his tongue darted out, slowly licking the slick off his fingertip, savoring the moment. "you taste so fucking good," he muttered, the rough edge in his voice sending a new wave of heat through you.

the sight of him, his half-lidded gaze locked onto yours while he tasted every bit of what you'd left behind, only fueled the fire between you. his grip in your hair didn't falter as he pushed you back down, his fingers curling tighter, a silent command that left no room for hesitation.

"fuck, i love you like this," he murmured, his voice breaking with a rawness that only made his next thrust deeper, his hips stuttering as he chased the high you gave him so effortlessly.

hangyul's grip in your hair tightened as his breathing grew heavier, each low groan vibrating through him.

his hips stilled for a moment before he pushed your head down even further, holding you there as his release hit. a guttural, moan escaped his lips, his hand firm at the base of your skull to ensure you didn't pull away. his eyes fluttered shut for a second, overwhelmed by the sensation, before reopening to watch you- his most intoxicating sight.

"don’t waste a single drop," he warned, his voice hoarse as his thumb brushed the curve of your jaw, ensuring you swallowed everything. even as his hand slowly eased its hold on your hair, he wasn't done with you yet. pulling you back just enough for his length to slip from your lips, hangyul let out a deep exhale, still visibly reeling from the high.

"come here," he rasped, tilting your chin up. his thumb pressed against your swollen bottom lip, slipping past it as you instinctively opened for him. a satisfied smirk played on his lips as he dragged it across your tongue, smearing the remnants of his release around your lips. "you look so fucking good like this," he murmured, his eyes dark with possessive hunger as his thumb traced over your slick mouth.

"you're mine," he added, voice soft yet commanding, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth, tasting the mixture of himself and you. "every last bit of you."

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ssongsboo · 4 months ago

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hangyul walks in the apartment, asks if your gonna be a good girl, and then bends you over the counter 🫣

the second hangyul steps into the apartment, his eyes lock onto yours with a dark, hungry intensity. he barely even kicks off his shoes before he’s crowding you against the kitchen counter, his hands rough as they slide up your bare thighs, confirming what he already knew- you’re only wearing his shirt, just like in the picture you sent him.

he’d barely had a second to himself all day, exhaustion and frustration weighing heavy on him between practice sessions. but when he finally managed to sneak off for a quick break, there was your message waiting for him, teasing him just enough to make everything worse.

push through, baby. i’m waiting for you.

attached was the picture- your skin glimmering in the dim glow of the bedroom light, nothing but his shirt draped over you, barely covering anything. one hand holding your phone, the other between your legs, like you were already warming yourself up for him.

he had to lock his phone immediately, pressing the heel of his palm against his crotch to will away the stiffness threatening to strain through his sweats. if any of the other guys noticed how distracted he was, they didn’t say anything- but all he could think about for the rest of practice was getting home and fucking you senseless.

now, finally, you’re right in front of him, and he doesn’t have to hold back.

“you gonna be a good girl for me?” his voice is low, strained, like he’s been holding himself back for hours. his fingers dig into your hips, thumbs brushing the hem of his shirt where it barely covers you.

you nod, but it’s not enough. he grabs your chin, tilting your face up to his. “words, baby.”

“i’ll be so good for you, hangyul.”

he exhales sharply through his nose, like he’s trying to keep from losing it completely. but the moment you shift your hips just a little, pressing yourself against him, that restraint snaps.

he spins you around, pressing your front against the cool countertop. his hand slides up your back before fisting into the fabric of his shirt, yanking it up to expose you fully. “you expected me to focus after sending me that picture?” his other hand grips your hip, keeping you pinned in place as he ruts against you. “i was thinking about this all day. almost lost my fucking mind.”

his voice is a growl, his movements rough and desperate. He doesn’t take his time- he doesn’t have the patience for that tonight. he’s been wound up too tight for too long, and you’ve only been making it worse.

he grips your ass, spreading you open before dragging the thick head of his cock through your folds, teasing you just enough to make you whimper.

“aww, you’re so wet already,” he murmurs, voice dripping with approval. “you must’ve really missed me.”

you try to push back against him, but his hand on your hip tightens, keeping you in place.

“not so fast,” he chuckles darkly, pressing just the tip inside before pulling back out. “teased me all day- gotta make sure you’re ready to take it.”

you let out a desperate little whine, trying to grind back against him, but he only tightens his grip. “patience, baby.” he nips at the shell of your ear.

“gonna fuck you so good,” he grits out, nipping at the back of your neck before pulling back just enough to position himself. “gotta reward you for motivating me so well.”

your fingers curl against the counter, nails digging into the cool surface as he finally stretches you open. he’s slow at first, making you feel every inch, every thick drag of his cock inside you, and it’s maddening.

“fuck,” he grits out, his hands gripping your hips like a vice. “so tight, baby… always so fucking tight for me.”

you whimper, trying to push back, to get more, but he tuts in disapproval. one of his hands slides up your back, pressing you down until your chest is flush against the counter.

“be good,” he warns, voice rough in your ear. “don’t get greedy.”

his hips snap forward, filling you to the hilt in one deep thrust, knocking the air from your lungs. the stretch burns just right, a mix of pleasure and the sweetest ache, and you moan, loud and unrestrained.

hangyul groans, his fingers digging into your skin. “that’s it, angel,” he breathes. “let me hear you.”

he sets a brutal pace, his hips slamming into you with enough force to make the counter basically creak beneath you. every thrust pushes you further into the hard surface, your cheek pressed against the cool material as he fucks into you like he’s been holding back for weeks instead of just a few hours.

“this what you wanted?” he rasps, his grip on your waist bruising. “wanted me to come home and fuck you stupid?”

all you can do is whimper, nodding frantically, but it’s not enough for him. his hand moves from your hip to your throat, lifting you just enough so his lips are against your ear.

“use your words, baby,” he growls. “tell me.”

“yes,” you gasp, struggling to form a coherent thought with how deep he is, how good he feels splitting you open. “wanted this so bad, hangyul, needed you to ruin me-”

he curses under his breath, his rhythm stuttering for a moment before he regains control. his hand on your throat tightens slightly, not enough to cut off your air, just enough to make your head spin.

“you really know how to make me lose my mind, don’t you?” he mutters. “sending me that picture, waiting here all pretty and desperate…”

his free hand slides between your legs, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles, pulling a choked moan from your throat.

“be a good girl and cum for me,” he orders, his voice dark and commanding. “want to feel you squeeze me- wanna make you fall apart just like you deserve it.”

his words send you over the edge, your body going tight as pleasure crashes over you, your walls clenching around him as your vision goes white. you barely register the deep groan he lets out, the way his hips snap against you even harder as he chases his own high.

“fuck-” his grip on your throat falters as he buries himself deep one last time, spilling inside you with a low, wrecked moan. his forehead presses against your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin as he slowly comes down.

for a moment, the only sounds in the apartment are your ragged breaths, the soft hum of the refrigerator, the distant sound of cars outside.

“good job, darling.” hangyul purrs low and breathless, his lips brushing against your bare shoulder.

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