#lookism park jonggun

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Caught You, Again

“You’re eyes seem to be wandering yet again, and your cheeks are redder than rubies.. You just never get tired of me, do you?

summary: You and Gun have been in the same class since the eight grade, and you developed a little crush on him that same year. Once the ninth grade started and you two had been paired as seat mates, you started to drop subtle hints here and there with the idea of your little crush on him for the past two years. Gun notices this and takes it as an opportunity to constantly tease you about it jokingly— until, he was no longer joking, and made a move by asking you out which then ended with you becoming his first and last girlfriend, because he made you into his first and forever wife. Yet, he never fails to see you in the not so hidden act of admiring him, which has him calling you a “simp,” and he continues to tease you for it.

character(s) included: Park Jonggun x fem!reader

cw: fluff, teasing, playful and flirtatious gun, gun is nice, swearing, use of Y/N, mentions of physical fights gun gets into, mentions of blood/bleeding/bruises, couple nicknames, kissing, established relationship, idk much about weddings, VERY SUGGESTIVE TOWARDS THE END!! this is really long tbh 😭😭

unwrapped on: Saturday Night, December 03 2023

wrapped up on: Sunday Evening, April 28 2024

published on: Sunday Evening, April 28 2024

“Need something?” Your seat mate suddenly questioned you as he shrugged a brow at you, who was blankly staring at him, obviously lost in your thoughts.

“O-uh— No!” You quickly replied and zoned back into reality, “Sorry, I was just thinking, I didn’t notice tha-” You added before he cut you off and said,

“If you like me, you could just say so’ You wouldn’t be the first girl to confess to me this school year.”

“Wha-! Talk about confident, also it’s literally the second week of the ninth grade..” You scoffed, a little nervous considering you have liked him since the eight grade so he technically wasn’t wrong.

“That isn’t a no~” He replied with a tint of his usual smirk.

“Wel-” You tried to speak right before he interrupted you once more “Enough with the excuses already, it’s boring.”

…

“Well?” He added and you responded with, “Well.. What I was trying to sa-” Ding, Ding, Ding— You were interrupted once again, but this time, by the bell. And it was now lunch time, so you two went your separate ways.

That was one of the occasional conversations you had with Gun, it just so happens that you two have been paired as seatmates since the eight grade and therefore, had to have spoken to one another atleast a number of times by now. They were just meaningless and short interactions that was just another way to kill time for him, yet those little conversations and interactions meant the world to you.

Fast forward into the school year and currently, it’s almost the fourth month of school— all of your classmates along with the new/transfer students have gotten to know each other, and it just so happens that you and Gun have started to talk more aswell. From little “Hey, about the homework-”, “Since were the next pair who’ll discuss, how about we-”, and “Could I borrow an extra pen, if you’ve got one?” To “What did you get for this number..?”, “Let’s hang out at my place, we could also plan our discussion for english tomorrow.”, which also turned to him simply grabbing things out of your bag when he pleases.

The formal little questions he’d usually ask you were starting to turn casual and friendly, not only his words but his tone is shifting as well.

You never thought you’d be invited to his place so casually and he’d lend you his jacket whenever you two are hanging out. Although, he insists you keep all of them since he loves the way it looks on you. It was weird. It was all so weird. So many girls like him, he’s constantly got girls dreaming to be around him as much as you get to be. Now, if you think about it— you never actually see ANY girls approaching him or hanging around him at all, aside from you, that is. People are constantly telling you about how you two must be dating, well you aren’t, but he’s never actually denied it either. He continues to tease you almost everyday and it just has you falling for him even more.

“Y/N?” Gun suddenly called out to you while you were walking out of the classroom to go home.

“Hm?”

“Dinner, just you and me. This Friday at 7 o’clock, how’s that sound?”

“Wait, what?” You rose a brow at his sudden invitation, “What do you mean, by dinner with just you and me?” You briefly added.

“A dinner date, with just the two of us.”

“That was a little, out of nowhere.. Don’t you think?”

“..Yeah.” He responded, “My bad. Maybe it was a little too soon, never mind about what I sai-” He added before you cut him off, “Wai- wait! it wasn’t too soon at all! Sorry, I was just taken a back— since I really wasn’t expecting this from you.” You said, visibly happy.

“Well then..?” He nervously asked and you responded with, “Are you kidding? That’s all I’ve ever wanted!! I’d love to, Gun.” It was evident just how excited you were. Suddenly all bubbly and red in the cheeks, Gun found that to so adorable. “I wasn’t expecting such enthusiasm from you,” Gun said as he laughed, “You’re probably in love with me, aren’t you?” to which you replied, “You asked, I answered! And would you have wanted a no for an answer?” “A no from the girl who’s head over heals in love with me? I highly doubted that response.”

Gun might’ve said those words so casually and care free but he really was surprised with how quick it took for you to say yes. Throughout the course of your friendship, it did become obvious that the two of you do like each other. But it was much more evident on your side, with how much people knew you like Gun and how you spoke about him and how you were whenever you were with him, versus how you were when you were with some other boys that were rumored to like you. Of course, Gun was slightly taken aback when he learned about all this— how could someone like you, a beautiful and simple sweet heart who doesn’t even like contact with people or going out that much, like him, a guy whose name is insanely problematic and all the rumors spreading about him are mostly true and have something to do with his violent side and the things he does outside of school, a guy who people quite literally fear.

But Gun didn’t really like thinking about any of that. All that mattered to him was how you felt and the adorable reactions that come out of you whenever he teases you about apparently liking him so much.

A few months passed since your first date and the two of you started dating after a while, even more time has passed since then because you two were now in your final year of high school. Despite going further into your friendship to turn it into a relationship, nothing much has really changed.

You guys were at your place this one time and you begged him to do skin care with you. He was reluctant at first but with your puppy dog eyes and some touchy convincing, he finally agreed.

“Stay Still!!” You scolded your boyfriend who kept moving when you were trying to apply a full mask onto his face.

“How am I supposed to? It’s so wet and slimy, kinda reminds me of something..” Gun replied.

“Oh shut it, I finally finished applying it, now we have matching masks on!! Come look at the mirror!” You exclaimed, “Tada~!”

He looked at the mirror blankly and slowly turned to you, who was overflowing with joy.

“Awh, don’t you like it?”

“It’s.. something, that’s for sure..”

You looked at Gun with your usual pout, to which he caved in and finally went along with the whole thing, saying it’s not that bad.

“Hehe, my baby looks so handsome, just as he always does~” You said as you admired Gun while squeezing his cheeks.

“You’re such a simp, you know that, right? Gun said, slightly muffled as he looked down at you with his usual smirk.

“Hmph! If you don’t want my love then you could just say so!” You said as you let go off his cheeks and crossed your arms with a grouchier pout on your face.

“Baby, there’s no need to be a brat.” He then grabbed your chin to kiss your lips (you were tiptoe-ing). Gun always knew how to deal with the unpredictable pace of your mood, given how you can go from absolutely simping over him to a pouting girl who doesn’t wanna talk about it at all with him.

“Your eyes sure as hell love to wander, dont they?” Gun teased. You went all pouty again so he coated you in some more kisses to make up for the teasing about you being a complete simp.

Those were the moments that ultimately led to the situation you’re currently in. Beneath the sunset in your favorite place, dressed in an astonishing wedding dress, paired with an elegant pair of heels, just the right amount of steepness for you to walk in, given your veil and dress that was trailing on your back. Holding an extravagant boquet with all of your favorite flowers wrapped in such delicate material.

It was all so ethereal. Gun, your soon to be husband hasn’t seen you. You were queued to walk down the aisle so very soon, which had you shaking in both excitement and fear. It’s finally the day you’ve been waiting for so very long. You knew you really liked Gun the moment you two became closer, yet you’re still stuck in the point where you were admiring him from technically— not afar because he was right beside you the entire time. But still, you were just an admirer in awe. And now you have the same last name as him and do tons of things together— cooking? hell yes, shopping? without a doubt. hopping in the shower and bathtub together? you don’t even notice him coming in until you feel a strong pair of arms wrap around you and start to wander across your body.

Another thing is that Gun may seem like a “cold” or reserved person on the outside, but he really does care about people that matters to him and knows how to observe. One of the things he observed about your “infatuation” with him was how you looked at him. He really saw right through the eyes you looked at him with— they only expressed one thing. That one thing was actual love, and it was not at all short-lived as people say what infatuation is.

It truly surprised him to see how your eyes never got gloomy or even got tired of looking at him that way even when time passed.

If anything, they became brighter and loving with every moment that passed with you looking at Gun’s dark eyes, wondering why he would ever want to have anything to do with a girl who’s had a huge crush on him for so very long.

He realized just how much importance those little details hold. As they say, the eyes don’t lie. And he sure as hell was able to experience that for himself.

He may not have wanted to admit it at first, but he slowly fell for you, in the way where you fell first but he fell harder. His entire mood and demeanor would change the exact moment that you’re around him. He could be beating up people and see that you’ve come to check up on him because he specifically told you that he was just going out to get something from Goo, but ended up taking way too long— hence, why you went to find him. He changed in an instant. Leaving behind the scene and making sure you won’t have to worry your pretty little head about it. And according to Goo, the way he talks about you is just “agitating”— which pretty much translates to “amazing” in your vocabulary, given that Goo doesn’t care about these types of things.

You’ve heard from various of his friends that he really does love you, because he doesn’t prolong any of his fights due to the very fact that he wants to make sure that he can get home to you asap. Especially when it’s late at night, he knows you like to sleep but he wants to be the one to tuck you in and cuddle and place gentle kisses on you to sleep. So even though he loves fighting worthy opponents that gets him turned on, no one can top you— he just loves that matching pj’s set that you tend to wear, with the small pink lace ribbons and the silk fabric, the short and small shorts with the sleeveless top.

Gun told you all about what he does for Charles Choi when he fully trusted you and you guys were already dating, and he didn’t expect you to stay. He was scared to tell you with there being a big chance that you’d freak out and leave him, call the cops, and do other things he wouldn’t have ever wanted you of all people to do to him.

Despite all of his fears and bad expectations of what you might do when you learn of the “bad” side of his, he still has you and always will. He really cant believe that you stayed after everything and still look at him the exact same way you did when you first met him. You somehow still retained the same feelings and love you have for him despite everything— and he is insanely in love with you for that. He loves teasing you about it though.

Going back to the present situation you’re in, you were now walking down the aisle as Gun absolutely stared at you in awe. Enthralled by how amazing you looked in white and how such a gorgeous woman was walking down the aisle to meet eye to eye with him and to hold him hand in hand.

The ceremony was breathtakingly beautiful, flowers of all sorts were surrounding the venue with just the right amount of lights that have been set upon with candles and dim lighting. The details in fabrics, decorations, covers, and even the architecture of the venue was simply incredible.

All of this “extraness” as Gun would call it, was for you. Gun wasn’t the type of person to have such a big wedding despite the small number in guests, but he knew you loved all of the things he had made to be included for the special day.

And even though Gun was relatively smart with his money, he was more than willing to go all out on this short event.

After all the agreements and words that the officiator had asked the two of you, you guys finally reached the most important part of the day, the one you have been dreaming of for who knows how long.

The officiator spoke once again, “Do you, Y/N, take Park Jonggun to be your lawfully wedded husband— To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?”

You looked deeply into Gun’s eyes, “I do.”

The officiator turned over to Gun, “Park Jonggun, do you take this woman to be your wife— to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?

Gun held eye contact with you with a subtle yet sincere smile, “I do.”

He then carefully placed the beautiful ring on your finger, which was followed with you doing the same with his. Just after that was the unity ceremony which was such a bliss.

Of course, once that had passed, came the pronouncement— After more words and hundreds more that you didn’t pay much mind to, the officiator finally looked at the two of you deeply and stated, “I now pronounce you as husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

And so you guys did kiss, for a pretty long time— With Gun’s hands placed on your waist and one of your hands on his shoulder, and the other nestled against his face. The crowd cheered for the two of you as it all happened.

It was all so, so, so, incredibly divine.

Once the ceremony has ended and the after party was finally about to begin, you kept chatting with the guests, more particularly your closest friends who were also your bridesmaids. It genuinely made them wonder how you could be so in love with someone. The way you talked about him was absolutely adorable considering they’ve met Gun before, and think of him as the luckiest guy on earth, and you as the blindest girl.

And despite not knowing many of Gun’s friends that he invited, they were still so kind to chat with you. They told Gun when he came by that he really was one hell of a lucky guy to have someone so head over heals for him. To which he only agreed with them before he went to attend to the other guests.

“I don’t understand how you could like him so much, he’s garbage..” Goo said as the other guys were talking amongst themselves at the same table you and Goo were at.

“Maybe to you he is— but he is just the sweetest to me, and he’s hot as hell too.” You replied, obviously lost in your thoughts, imagining Gun once again.

“Woman, what the hell do you see in him for him to be considered as sweet? Do you have any idea how much people he’s arranged the organs of?” Goo questioned.

“Oh please, how much have you?”

“Hey. I don’t like getting my hands dirty as much as Gun does.”

“Rightttt..”

Goo came closer to you and whispered in your ear, “Did you know that Gun has liked you before you even attended the same school together..?”

“..What?”

“Yup. You may have been led to believe that you were the first to like him all these years, but he’s just never told you that he’s actually a creepy stalker deep down.”

“You’re bluffing.”

“Nope! And you could figure it out for yourself!” Goo exclaimed.

“Oh please! If he hasn’t told me all this time then he wont tell me now, why don’t you just tell me more about it?”

“Fine, buttt! You can’t tell Gum or even give him hints that I was the one to tell you all this, alright?”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do that,” you replied.

“Alright-y then! I’m guessing you know Gun as someone you became classmates with in the eight grade, and became friends with in the ninth. Butttt, he actually first heard of you in the seventh grade, and although he wasn’t in your school that time, he transferred the next year so that you two could be classmates. He first saw you walking out of that school and he told me all about how pretty you were and how he’d like to be friends with you,” Goo explained.

“I can’t tell if you’re telling the truth or not..”

“It doesn’t matter what you believe, just know that I am telling you the truth and it’s up to you to take it or not.” He said with a smile spread across his face.

Like all things, the wedding eventually came to an end, it may have been short-lived but it was truly memorable. Of course, what comes after the wedding is the honeymoon.

You guys went on a trip to somewhere tropical for your honeymoon, which resulted in Gun wearing almost nothing most of the time, and if he was wearing something, it’d be boxers or swim trunks, or a more formal outfit that just looked sooooo good on him.

There was this one instance where you guys were about to go to bed, and Gun would usually have on some loose pants or shorts, but this time.. He was wearing absolutely nothing, not even boxers or briefs of some sort. He casually walked over to your shared bed while you stared at him.

“Need something, babe?” Gun asked he tucked himself into the blanket you were also tucked in, but you were both still sitting up.

“Well.. No, but um…” You replied nervously, obviously pent up from the view you had right in front of you.

Gun looks at your eyes then down to his naked body (and mind you, you were wearing a cute yet small and slightly revealing matching- sleepwear set), “Hm? You’ve seen me naked countless times before, and it’s not like you’re a virgin.” He teased as he brushed some of your hair to the side.

“Yeah b-but..” You managed to utter as you were still straight up staring at his body, fresh from the shower.

“But what? Does my wife need help with her words?” Gun teased as he leaned in closer to you and slowly lifted up your top to place his hand on your chest. To which you got very tense and nervous.

I’m sure you already know what followed in the next moments..

But moving forward with a few more days that passed, Gun caught you staring— maybe even admiring one of the pictures that you took together recently, specifically zoomed in on him. You hadn’t realized or even noticed his presence so you were just looking at the picture like some teenage girl, obviously crushing on him.. As if you didn’t just get married to him to him last week.

You were cheekily smiling at the picture, even giggling to yourself at some point when you swiped through some of the other pictures of him and you. You just loved him so bad, that even though you had him right with you, you still resorted to pictures. Gun thought that was adorable. The woman he fell in love with, sat on a chair facing away from where he was sneakily stood at, was swiping away at pictures of him when you didn’t even know that you had him wrapped around your finger.

“What’s my dear wife up to this evening?” He spoke out of nowhere, suddenly startling you. This caused you to have the phone slip out of your hands, but he swiftly caught it and took a closer look at the photos you were staring at.

“What are you doing with pictures that you can’t already to with the real deal right beside you?” He asked as you got increasingly nervous by the seconds passed and you were starting to fidget.

“I was just looking at what photos I wanted to keep.. And what I didn’t want to keep, y’know what I mean..?” You replied.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, my dear oh dearest husband,” you said mockingly— “Why are you interrogating me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know? Little miss stalker,” Gun said as he sat on the chair across from you, obviously enjoying himself.

“Stalke—? Oh wait-! That reminds me,” your husband’s brow rose at your sudden statement, “Your close friend, Jonggoo, told me a little something when him and I were talking during the after party.” You added.

“And that is..?” Gun asked, skeptical of what you might’ve learned, knowing Goo very well.

“Well,” you shuffled around as you tilted your head and finally spoke, “Is it true that you only came to the school I go to in the first place because you saw me walking out there one time and.. yeah—?”

“That bastard— But, yeah. That is true.” He said without a change in expression and emotion.

You gave him a teasing smile and a soft “hehe” as you looked at him. For some reason, finding out that was true only seemed to make you fall in love even more.

“Oh hush, I don’t understand how much a person could like someone—” He said and he stood up to lift you into his arms for teasing him.

“Hey! Why are you carrying me?” You suddenly yelped. He dropped you gently on to the bed and he climbed on top of you.

“Woman, it’s not good to start something you can’t finish.”

“Tsk! My nickname is now woman?” You pouted.

“My apologies then, my wife.” He said somewhat mockingly to which you pouted even more, so he finally said it in a more sincere manner and gave you a kiss.

“Well?” He asked you as you were still in the same position, with him on top you.

“Well what?” You clarified while your eyes shamelessly wandered through his body, flustered with the position you were in and the teasing he was doing to you.

“You’re eyes seem to be wandering yet again, and your cheeks are redder than rubies.. You just never get tired of me, do you? Gun said in a teasing tone as he leaned in closer.

This honeymoon sure as hell will be going on for a long time.

notes: I think ill prolly put out a masterlist and about me post in like a month or two who knows, also this request has been with me for so long 😭 I am so so so sorry to this anon, please forgive me 😵‍💫 Also, I really hope that this wasn’t too bad and can live up to what you were expecting and requesting, I am so sorry if it doesn’t, I really tried 😭 ANDDD I accidentally deleted the actual request because I got a little lost with trying to navigate tumblr because I accidentally clicked the Queue button and yeah.. I don’t think I really proofread this tbh

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Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. XIII) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry you guys had to wait so long. I disappeared for a year and haven’t even update the story. But now, I'm back and it’s finally here. I hope you guys enjoy! 🖤

NSFW Warning: Strong language/cursing, sexual language, some sexual content (teasing, grinding, and nudity).

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

Gun got beat up by (Y/N) then died.

The end.

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unsaid | lookism

getting used to being alone until you met your newfound friends at J high.

notes: hella long, unedited e.e fluff, vasco moments bc i love him, friendship moments, and some '👀' moments as well towards the end.

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a.n: decided to turn this into a series with a scattered plot as well, meaning the timeline wouldn't flow in proper order,

previous : next

SOMETHING was off.

It was oddly peaceful today.

Your hand stopped sketching on your canvas, squinting your eyes in suspicion from the sudden realization. Ever since you got here in J high– specifically after meeting your friends here– there was rarely a normal day.

Rare mostly because of Vasco.

There's no such thing as a quiet day when you're friends with that guy.

He usually bursts through the doors of your classroom every morning just to greet you, or whenever lunchtime draws near he'd suddenly pop out of nowhere and invite you to eat with him together with a bunch of burn knuckles members faithfully trailing behind him.

That's just the fifty percent, the other half goes to the guys at the fashion department.

But today, it seemed like world peace has come and touched today's date for a moment.

No loud greetings from the morning nor lunch invites, you didn't even see Daniel, Mira, Zack– or even Jay with his striking blond hair.

It was definitely odd, you thought to yourself.

Perhaps today is a specially busy day? Exams are drawing near too, so that could be the reason. Then again you barely came out of your classroom today as well. You used your lunchtime to cram your deadlines and have barely eaten much, honestly whenever you start working you just go on and on until someone calls you to pause.

Yeah, that's right.

It really must be a busy day today.

Shrugging to yourself with your formed conclusion, you continued on with your sketch.

"Um, [Name]?" You felt a light tap on your shoulder.

"Hm?"

"This handsome guy from outside wanted me to give this to you. . ."

Handsome?

You finally turned to look at the person talking to you and found them with their hand out and holding a piece of paper.

Was it Daniel? You looked over at your classmate and to the door, but there was no one there. It's either him or Vasco that often visits your classroom

You flashed your classmate a kind smile, taking the paper.

"Thank you, Yeji."

With that, they left your side and went on with their respective work.

Unfolding the paper, your quirked an eyebrow from the message.

It was merely an address of some location and a time specified– 6:00 p.m

It looked shady, but your trust in the message was validated as soon as you recognized Daniel's handwriting and signature at the bottom.

"Ya," you called out to your seatmate, "Do you know what place this is?"

Your classmate turned to you as you showed the paper, subtly covering Daniel's sign with your thumb.

"Ah, that place." They nodded in familiarity. "That's actually a pretty sweet karaoke place."

Question marks immediately formed on top of your head.

"Karaoke?"

"Oh–! if you ever go there they also serve some steaks as well. You have to try the–"

Your classmate's words faded through the background as you started to question yourself.

'Why would they want me to go there?' You wondered as you finish up on your sketch before pulling out your painting materials. 'A special occasion perhaps?'

Sighing, you tried to put the thought at the back of your mind, shifting your focus once again on your project. Though you have to admit, it perfectly played around with your curiosity a tad bit, catching yourself wondering about it every now and then.

"Alright, that's it for today." Your teacher announced. "You are all dismissed– cleaners for today, you know what to do."

"Bye, miss!"

"Thank you, miss!"

You checked the time, there's still an hour and a half before the designated time of the note, what should you do for now?

"I'll stay a bit behind," You told your friend– who was the assigned cleaner for today. "You guys go, I'll clean up after."

"Ah, [Name], you're an angel!" Your friend exclaimed, giving you a quick hug and a playful smooch on the side of your head making you laugh.

"Ya!"

"I owe you one!"

With that, they were out of the room as you continued with your painting. You thought it'd be better to finish it now so you wouldn't have to do much tomorrow since it's the weekend.

"I'll go at 5:30," you uttered to yourself, "Takes 30 minutes to go there anyway. . ."

It was a good plan, except you forgot one thing.

You suck at directions.

And here's one more–

The street where the Karaoke place is?

You've never been there before.

"Fuck." Your eyebrows scrunched together as you look at the GPS on your phone, you're supposed to be facing some shop right now but instead you're facing a dark alleyway.

Timecheck, it's already 5:55. If you don't figure out where you're at right now, you're definitely gonna be late for. . .whatever this is.

"Dammit," You clicked your tongue in annoyance. "How hard is it to find a Karaoke hub with literal neon lights flashing at the front???"

You scratched your head aggressively in irritation, "Where the fuck am I??"

Looking around, the street looked like some scary setting for a horror movie, even worse– it's already getting dark.

You sighed, prompting to call Daniel about your whereabouts. What's the best thing to do when you're lost? Inform your friends, they'll definitely come and find you. . .hopefully.

As you punched in Daniel's number and place the phone on your ear, you just so happen to look up to the skies. Your left eyebrow quirks up from the uncommon sight that you see: balloons.

To be precise, a couple of pink ballons tied together at the end floating away in space.

'Man,' you thought pitifully. 'Whoever kid that let that slip must be crying right now.'

Just as those thoughts came to your mind, you suddenly heard distant cries coming up behind you

"NO! THE BALLOONS!"

"YA! DON'T CHASE THEM, THEY'RE SO FAR UP ALREADY!"

Two voices– the first one sounded so distraught while the other sounded more panicked. They're probably the owners of the balloons that you just saw floating away.

But. . . why do they sound like grown men–

"I CAN'T!" Their voice were getting nearer, they must be right behind you. "THOSE WERE FOR [NAME]!"

Instantly, your eyebrows shot upwards and eyes widened upon hearing your name.

'[Name]?'

Now that you think about it, their voices sound familiar. . .

You whipped your head in their direction, only to be caught in surprise.

"Vasco??"

He was running in your direction as you ended the call on your phone.

"[Name]??" The person behind Vasco cried out your name in surprise.

"Jace??"

"Balloons!" Vasco yelled tearfully as he stretched out his hand–as if doing so would make him able to reach them. Jace finally grabs a hold of his friend's tanktop, making him stop.

"Vasco, [Name]'s here!" He hissed in a hushed tone. "Stop it!"

"But–" Vasco turned to you with a tearful look, pointing at the distant balloons flying higher and higher. "The balloons. . ."

You raised an eyebrow as you placed your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down.

"Hey, hey– it's just balloons," You assured, soothing his arms with your thumbs. "It's okay. . ?"

"[N-Name], what are you doing here??" Jace intervened. "You're supposed to be at the Ka–"

"But the balloons are for you." Vasco suddenly revealed, tears falling down his face, "And I let them slip away–"

By now, Jace's mouth fell and his eyes turned white from Vasco's words.

"What?" You huffed a laugh, "For me? Why?"

"Cause–"

"AHAHAHA–" Jace slapped a hand over his friend's mouth harshly. "Oh, Vasco! You know him, he has a little crush on you and wanted to get you some!"

You gave Jace a look, ". . .Really? You could do better than that. . ."

"It was supposed to be a surprise." Vasco sulked. "I remembered you saying you wanted them. . ."

Ah.

Your lips parted as realization slowly started to dawn on you.

Surprise. . .

Balloons as something you wanted. . .

But that's for–

You hastily checked your phone and felt your heart pound heavily against your chest.

"You. . ." You uttered under your breath as you gaze at Vasco with wide eyes.

"My birthday. . ."

Jace facepalmed at the background.

Vasco's eyebrows furrowed as he stood up straight, taking your hands with his.

"I'm sorry, [Name]." He says sincerely. "I'll get you more balloons later."

You were still in disbelief from what was happening, "What– When did you–"

"We were supposed to surprise you." Jace sighed, finally deciding to reveal everything. "You said that you never celebrated your birthday so we came up with this."

"Why. . ?"

Why would they ever do this to you? Is your relationship with them even qualified for something like this–

"Why? Cause you're our friend!" Jace said, scoffing a laugh.

A friend.

They consider you as. . . their friend.

Huh.

Your heart throbbed painfully against your chest.

All those years of being alone and being treated like some product instead of a normal human being– they're suddenly flashing in a fast forward motion in your head.

Why now?

Vasco released your hands before taking out something from his pocket.

"Here, these are for you–" Vasco held out a couple of hibiscus in his palms. "The flowers at the store were expensive, so I uh– I just picked these off the street. . ."

Jace sweatdropped, "Vasco. . ."

Weakly lifting your hands in a cupping position, Vasco then placed the flowers on your palm. Most of their petals looked squished–probably because he stored them in his pockets, nevertheless, still beautiful.

You could feel a lump in your throat starting to form, suddenly finding it hard to swallow.

Is it proper to feel like this?

Are you allowed to?

You looked up to Vasco, eyebrows furrowed.

"Vasco. . ."

The man's eyes widened.

"H-Hey, [Name], are you okay?" He asked worriedly, noticing how your eyes suddenly turned glassy. "Do you not. . .like them?"

Jace looked at you as well, concern wrapping his expression.

"[Name]?"

Vasco started to panic, his hands hovering over your form, not knowing what to do.

"S-Sorry! If you dont like them I could just–"

The man's words were cut off as soon as you suddenly threw yourself to him. Wrapping your arms around him, engulfing him in your embrace. You stood on your tiptoes with your face buried on his chest.

For the first time in your life. . .

Are you allowed to feel this happy?

"Thank you." You uttered, before pulling away to look at him once again.

"[Name], you're–"

"This is my first time receiving a gift." You smiled brightly. "The first gift I ever had."

Vasco's eyes soften as he gazed at you, tears flowing down your cheeks.

"So this is what it feels like," You laughed. "I feel so happy."

The two men shared a look before mirroring your smile.

"I'm glad you're happy," Vasco said, placing his big hand on your head, patting it gently.

"I love your gift." You added, holding the flowers close to your chest. "I will treasure it forever."

After all that event, Jace gave Daniel a call and updated him of what happened. Shame that the surprise party was kind of ruined, but even so, it continued.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, [NAME]!" Your friends screamed happily as soon as the door to the karaoke room opened.

Almost everyone was there, giving you bright smiles and genuine expressions on their faces, you could feel butterflies fluttering around your stomach.

"You guys. . ." Your lips curved into a downturned smile, feeling like crying again.

Is this what it really feels like to have others care for you?

You cry either way like before but this time, they were tears of joy.

"Awe, [Name]." Mira approached you with open arms. "Come here."

"Oh, let me join in!" Joy chimed bouncing on her heels before aproaching the two of you.

Daniel stepped forward as well.

"Everyone deserves to be celebrated every once in a while." He smiled. "Thank you for being here, [Name]."

Your lips quivered at his words.

"Ah–" Zoe playfully hit Daniel. "You made her cry!"

"E-Eh???"

"Oh cut the emotional shit!" Zack cried out, standing up on his sit with a mic in hand, smirking.

"Let's get this party started!"

To say that you're happy with today would be an understatement. You're way happier than happy. If you were to describe what you were feeling, it would probably be a mix of all the synonyms of the words happy to form one great word.

You were over the moon.

You felt like you're the sun itself.

It felt too good to be true.

This happiness you feel is something you will hold on to for a long time.

To be surrounded by people who actually care about you makes your heart swell. You've never felt this way before.

"Don't mess this up, you got this." Zack coached you from the side

Jace started to hover his hands on his ears, "Oh god, it's coming."

"Sing from your stomach!" Daniel advised with an excited grin.

"You can do this, [Name]!"

You readied your voice as you held onto the mic tighter.

One, Two–

"–I'M IN MY DREAAAM!"

"WOOO!!"

"LET'S GOOO!"

Chorus of laughter and cheers filled the room, even Jay was dramatically clapping along with the group.

"IU WHO?"

"That was amazing!" Vasco excitedly exclaimed before repeatedly pointing at the songbook. "Let's duet this next!"

"Huh??" Zack made a face. "You can't take that, Mira and I will sing that!"

"Eh? Then just chose another song?"

"No, I can't just do that, it has to be that!"

"Zack. . ."

"Mira, that's our song, right??"

The door to the room suddenly opened and revealed Jay.

"Oh, Jay–" Daniel greeted with an endearing smile. "You're back!"

Jay had stepped out for a moment earlier and has finally returned. The blond gave a small smile and a nod.

He then turned to you, grabbing your attention.

"What is it, Jay."

Suddenly taking something from his side that was out of view, he then held out something and revealed–

"OH MY GOSH!"

You exclaimed, your mouth dropping as you fanned yourself slightly before eagerly making your way to Jay.

"Is this for me??"

The blond nodded.

In his hands, he held a big Alpaca plushie dressed in Gucci that was literally half your size.

"Thank you so much, Jay!" Wrapping your arms around him, you gave him a big hug with the plushie in between the two of you.

"That's so adorable!" Zoe commented, coming in as you pulled away and Jay handed you your gift.

Joy had a look of realization in her face, "So that's what you've been making calls for last night."

"Is this custom-made?" Daniel asked and Jay nodded in reply.

"Ugh, it's so soft!" You exclaimed, hugging the plushie tight.

"Since you're not singing, Mira and I will sing our song!" Zack announced, snatching the mic from Vasco.

"YA!"

The night went on for a few more hours and you're just in complete bliss. Your first birthday celebration is definitely something to remember.

You didn't want it to end, but, alas– some good things come to an end.

As soon as the party was over, half of the people were already drunk–of course, you're one of them.

You didn't know exactly how you even managed to get into your apartment when everything went like a blur to you, you just woke up in your room bedroom and. . .

"What the hell. . ." You murmured to yourself, eyes squinting from the sunlight that was seeping through the window. The hangover– you expected, but your room to be filled with pink balloons floating on your ceiling? You had to check if you were still drunk or dreaming.

Did they do this?

Definitely not, no one can acces your apartment but you.

They can't just decorate your room so suddenly like this?

". . ."

There's only one person you could think of.

As you looked to your side, a large bouquet of roses sat neatly on your nightstand with a black card sticking out in the midst of reds.

Suddenly, you heard a noise just outside your room, and it sounded like someone. . . cooking?

Your eyes widened, hastily getting up from your bed– stumbling on the floor as you did so, you went for the door and almost ripped the hinges from opening it so aggressively.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as soon as you saw the person in your kitchen.

"I see you're awake." They said aloud through the sizzling noises of the pan, not even bothering to look up from their work.

"Did you like the balloons? I remember you liking them like an idiot as a kid."

Your face fell blank. He just had to find you after your birthday huh?

"The roses weren't as fresh as they were yesterday, but they should still be good."

Ah. . .

Since yesterday, huh?

If you your friend's hadn't planned out your party then. . .

"What are you doing here, Gun."

[chiiyohiimee]

guys.. imagine trying to take all of them at once.. i mean, i can take them just not in a fight 😈 if you know what i’m saying.

[lhes-variant]

NSFW!!!!

WHY DOES GUN KEEP FUCKING ME IN MY DREAMS. BRO BROKE MY PUSSY FR.

His room, shower, the back of his car, while he's on call with charles, the couch, the dining table, the balcony, at my house front door, my couch, to my bedroom, my bathroom and then crystal calls and asks why I'm breathing heavily and I say I'm sick. 💀 bro just absolutely teased me while I was on call. I HAD TO HIDE FROM GOO WHEN HE VISITED GUN'S HOUSE AT GUN'S CLOSET. Then we did it at his closet. The floor, carpet. Bro I couldn't 💀

I wonder how I took it 💀

He was merciless he even degraded me. I passed out I don't know how many times.

I said Gun I couldn't take shit anymore 💀

Bro said "That's not what this pussy's saying to me." and kept banging me 💀

Bro got no chill.

Sad fact is a liked it 😔

[yessvlo]

“I can change him”

Him:

one chance pls idc if i get swapped like a mosquito

[garden1a]

It’s so them

I really put effort into this (I actually did the line art instead of using the sketch)

[lookismaddict]

Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. XII) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: I got so much positive feedback and I want to say, thank you SO MUCH for the overwhelming support for this story!!! 😭🫶🏽 Like, I’m always speechless at how a lot of people really wanted to read the last chapter and I’m just happy to have given you guys a treat. Soooo I hope you guys have fun reading this chapter too. 😘 (Sorry that this chapter is pretty long. It makes up for the amount of time I spent on it. 😉)

NSFW Warning: Strong language/cursing, sexual language, and sexual content (degrading, praising, masturbation, shower sex, penetration, etc.)

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

Soft covers. Fluffy pillows. Comfy mattress… As if floating on a cloud, your body remained at such ease for a long period of time. Groaning in your sleep, you were starting to regain consciousness, eyes fluttering open cautiously. Your vision seemed to be blurred for a few seconds, until your view had cleared. Through your eyes, bright light was visible even during your temporary fuzzy eyesight. Nonetheless, when you've reached full perception, you already felt a heavy pang in your head, making you wince in agony. Groaning, you felt for your own forehead with your hand to rub it, in hopes of having your massive headache to subside somehow. Agh… My head… hurts… However, as you reached around to get yourself up, you noticed that you were touching something that felt very fleshy. Almost as if you were touching SOMEONE. Underneath you, you found yourself laying on… What in the…? You stared down at the muscular pecs that were cushioning your head, until your eyes slowly trailed further up, until you’ve found yourself gazing at… No way…

Instantly, your eyes locked onto Gun’s face, who seemed to have been staring at you while you were sleeping. He gave you a smirk, witnessing that you’re finally awake, before he pronounced a husky, “Morning.” One look back from Gun’s eyes was all it took for your cheeks to burn in heated embarrassment, which led you to go into a massive panic inside your head. WHY THE FUCK IS GUN HERE NEXT TO ME?! I SWEAR, WE WERE JUST AT THAT BAR AND- Shit, don’t tell me… While Gun curiously observed you, you pulled the sheets up for only a second, only to reveal that yes, the two of you were indeed naked underneath. You shrieked in surprise at the sight of his dong, which made you turn around at the speed of light, pulling the covers over your entire self in shame. W-WHY ARE WE BOTH NAKED??? WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?! Gun let out an entertained chuckle at your reaction to his naked body underneath the covers. In an attempt to bring you back towards him, his hand then reached over towards you and pulled the sheets up from your naked body. In response to the immediate unravel of your exposed body, you tugged back the blanket that Gun pulled away from you, then shrouded yourself in it again, ever so desperately. While holding onto the huge linen tightly, you curled up in fetal position, covering your flustered face from him.

For a moment, Gun was too poker-faced to even speak, seeing how differently you were acting now compared to how you were when the both of you copulated nastily. You reverted back to your usual self after what went down, when you were dumbed down to a submissive slave. The more that he thought about it, the more convinced he is of the idea that you were like a feline to him. A cat who's always feisty and jumpy, yet acts seductively when in heat. Just remembering what had occurred hours ago, made his morning wood throb in arousal. Damn it, not again… he thought.

"This is ridiculous…" He sighed while briefly covering his eyes then shook his head in judgement. "(Y/N), why do you have to hide from me? You look like an idiot who's trying to escape from reality, but is actually failing miserably.” Ouch, a little RIGHT ON THE NOSE THERE. Your stubbornness was surely a sight to behold as you remained in fetal position, while yelling out, “Sh-shut up and leave me alone, you pervert!” The words that left your mouth caused Gun to scoff in disbelief. “‘Pervert’? You were the one who wanted me badly. You even told me yourself…” What…? All of a sudden, you removed the blanket from over your head and turned to look back at him in doubt. “Y-you liar! I don’t believe a word you’re saying…” Gun sneered at your impudence, especially when your voice faded due to the lack of confidence in your answer from that last part. “How insulting… how could you forget? Last night, you were all over me, saying that you liked me and that I'm handsome. But now, you’re calling me a ‘liar’? You’re leaving me with no choice here…” Your ears perked up right at the moment when he mentioned that you “were all over” him, that you “liked” him, AND that he was "handsome". Confounded by his words, you pondered to yourself in pure confusion.

What is he saying? I don’t remember saying all of that. Whatever he’s saying is just… IMPOSSIBLE! How the hell could I have said that to him, when I don’t even remember any of that?! Tsk, and this unexplainable feeling of pain in my head… Is this what they call, a “hangover”…? Then that means… I must’ve been drunk… Aw, shit… what the HELL, (Y/N)??? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! WHAT HAPPENED TO FINDING THE RIGHT TIME AND PLACE TO CONFESS TO HIM?! WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE DURING SEX, AND WHILE YOU WERE DRUNK?! UGH, AM I STUPID??? WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME?! WHY DID I HAVE TO LOSE MY SENSE OF DIRECTION, LIKE THAT??? I CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER ANYTHING TOO!!! UGH… how could I let my own body and mind betray me…?

While lost in thoughts of frustration, your eyes widened in surprise as he suddenly grabbed onto your arm from beneath the sheets to pull you closer to himself. Lightly landing back on his chest, you withheld a sharp glare in your eyes, protesting, “What the hell are you doing?! Let go of me-” Gun was quick to act, as his lips crashed down onto yours to silence you. His hand then glided away from your arm and onto the side of your face, cupping your cheek tenderly. The kiss that he gave you was absolutely magical. The sensation of his lips brushing yours softly, and the way his tongue clashed with yours was driven with passion. You were lost in the moment, with your mind blank and your body unable to resist his hungry touch. Unaware that his other hand was on your thigh, he caressed you seductively, as his hand trailed upwards towards your aching heat. Gasping into his mouth due to his unforeseen touch onto your core, he started playing with your clit, watching your irresistible reactions. Already breathing heavy due to your heated kiss with him, you saw the corner of his mouth curved cunningly while he kissed you hungrily, staring directly into your eyes with a vexatious glint from his own. Uh-oh. You knew that look all too well, which made you thought… Damn it, what is this jerk up to this time? How can he just touch me like this, all of a sudden? For crying out loud, I just woke up! Can't he just take a breather or something? Ugh, I can't believe this pervert…

Continuously, small sighs spouted from your weak mouth, unable to resist his greedy probing. Following the sensation of his fingers trickling closer to your actual hole, you clutched onto one of his intricately decorated forearms, peering at him with a torn expression of desire and resistance. His fingers began toying with your wet slick, making sure that the movement of his fingers weren’t rushed, only rubbing your entrance back and forth. Gun beamed at you, egotistically pleased at himself for being the sole reason why you were currently at such a state where your mind was confused and conflicted with emotion. He knew how to push your buttons the right way, especially those that were meant for pleasure. Gun noticed how your breasts needed some attention as well. He decided to part his lips away from yours and release his hand from your face, leaving your needy mouth with a transparent line of mixed drool behind, as evidence of him claiming your mouth for himself. Dipping his own head towards your chest, he took your left breast into his mouth, and began to give it consecutive licks. The way his tongue alternated from encircling your areola and flicking your nipple made you whimper in bliss, resulting in him to smirk at your satisfaction at your honest responses to his tongue. Eventually, he began sucking on your soft breast, earning huffs of appeasement. Finally, Gun got you at the verge of submission, in which you didn’t expect him at all to do this next part.

Without warning, Gun released you from his grasp altogether. Your eyes then stared at him in yearning, wanting him to desperately continue his heaven-sent pleasuring for you. With urgency, you called to him asking, “Gun, why did you stop…?” Gun maintained that devious expression on his face, while he brushed the side of your face seductively. His fingers combed through your unsecured strands of hair, taking a lock of it into his hand then twirled it around his finger, displaying how sly he was for getting you wrapped around his finger so easily just now. “You still don’t understand… Do you, (Y/N)? This is your punishment for not remembering last night’s ‘special’ event. That’s why, I’m doing this… to help condition you to remember everything…” He brought your lock of hair to his own lips, kissing it while his eyes crept up towards yours in enticement. You were at a loss for words, as your face returned to a bright shade of red. You can’t seem to focus in the now, since a bunch of thoughts were scrambling through your head during that instance. Why is he being so flirty all of a sudden? I don’t understand him at all… Gun broke you from your thoughts when he asked an unusual question. “(Y/N), have you ever pleasured yourself before?” Huh…?

Feeling lost, you raised an eyebrow at him in a baffled manner. “What do you mean?” Gun chuckled at your cluelessness, releasing your lock of hair from his grasp. “I mean, have you ever touched yourself before?” Those words instantaneously caused your face to turn in a deep shade of red, leaving you to reply timidly. “Y-you mean… masturbating…?” Gun’s eyes widened a bit in surprise until his gaze remained locked onto yours, fascinated by your knowledge in such a dirty word. “Oh, so you DO know of it then? My, my. I didn’t know you had a dirty side in you, (Y/N). And all this time, I thought you were completely innocent. Well, except for last night. That’s another story…” You strongly rolled your eyes at him in contempt, as you explained to him, “No, you asshole. I just so happened to know, because of the disgusting shit that the guys at my old high school used to say while we were in gym class. They’d always be perving over girls in their gym uniform, like a bunch of gross idiots. Besides, I’m not a little kid who doesn’t know anything. You’d be surprised at the many things that I know, in which YOU DON’T.” Gun gave a cold laugh at your retort. “You always manage to get the last say, every time. No wonder I grew so fond of you. You surely are interesting, no doubt about it. Since you haven’t experienced masturbating before, then I’ll make you do it for me.” You immediately shook your head saying, “Are you out of your mind? Why would I do that?” Gun displayed a wry caricature of amusement, saying, “Like I said before, it’s your punishment. Also, can you really resist the feeling of pleasure? I doubt that you can, if you feel THIS good…”

An expression of uneasiness formed on your face, as you were about to protest once more. Nonetheless, he was too quick for you to do so. Straightaway, you felt the feeling of his fingers in between your legs, teasing you out with his sensual rubbing. A few moans left your mouth agape, as your hands returned to his arm again, gripping it in support to withstand this euphoric feeling. “Ahhh~” Gun could see your eyes starting to cloud in lust, with the way your cheeks were flushing a deep red while panting in heat. Once he saw that you were unsuccessful in your objection to refuse him, his fingers retreated from your sex, leaving you panting and now carrying the urge of wanting more of what he had to offer. With a pleased smile, he taunted, “See? What did I tell you? If you want to continue to feel good, then I suggest you do it yourself. I won't be the one doing it for you this time. After all, I AM teaching you a lesson. And besides, I’m doing this for you, you know. If your mind can’t remember what happened last night, then I have no other option, but to make your body remember instead. I know your body will. It'll always remember that sweet addictive feeling, that you just can't get enough of…" He let out a conniving titter, knowing how easily you give yourself up to him every time. "Although I did say that I’ll fuck you repeatedly until you remember, I’ll still have to punish you for the time being. So, go ahead and touch yourself. Show me how much you want me…” Gun laid on his side to get a better view of your private show for him. With his hand supporting the side of head, your eyes scanned his upper body, admiring how effortlessly attractive he was. Even with a blanket covering his lower half, he was a dastardly fine man… and you have to show this man how you decided to please yourself. While stammering to come up with words to say to him, you asked shakily, “U-um… h-how d-do I… s-start…?” Gun snickered at your bashfulness, as he said, “Oh right, you haven’t done this before. Alright, then follow the sound of my voice. You may close your eyes if you want to, and pretend that I’m not here. It's your choice.” Once he saw you nod your head, he began his instructions with, “Alright, now let’s begin.” Embarrassing as it may seem, you closed your eyes then tried to follow his every command as followed…

“Now, imagine your hand as mine and try to remember the places where I would usually touch you. Relax, and just follow the sound of my voice… First, lay back onto the pillow and make yourself comfortable. And while you’re leaning back, spread your legs out, enough to give yourself access to your own body…” Beckoning to his command, you laid back on the pillow and spread your legs out, with your womanhood already quivering anxiously for his next step. “Next, you can begin by choosing whichever part you want to focus on. I would suggest starting at the spot that gives you more pleasure. That way, the feeling would build up as you stimulate it continuously.” You thought about it for a second, until your hand started to slide south towards your nether region. Gun jeered at your choice, which made you comment on how he was lightly making fun of you. “Hey, I can hear you, you know…” Gun smiled mischievously as he said, “Don’t mind me, I was just admiring how well you’re doing…” In your head, you imagined yourself rolling your eyes at him. If only your eyes weren’t closed at that moment, then you would've showed him how much you despised him at that very moment. “Since your hand is now on your private part, then start feeling for your clit. It’s located at the front part of your entrance. You’ll feel it right away, even if your fingers barely brushed against it. It’s one of the most sensitive parts of a woman's body. If you’re wondering why, then it’s because it has a lot of nerve endings on that region. So this is your chance, (Y/N). Make sure you rub that place as much as you like. I’ll be observing how well you do so…” Already feeling how tense your body is from your own nervousness, you really felt the enormous pressure on you. Even though you visibly can't see Gun's eyes, you still felt his harrowing gaze on you from behind your eye sockets, awaiting for your lewd performance to commence. God, kill me now. This is so humiliating… I can’t believe I’m doing this! Especially, with HIM just laying there, watching me! He can be such a control freak. And you call this a "punishment"? Phfft, PLEASE! You just wanted to see me suffer like this. Annoying ass- URGH, WHAT HAS MY LIFE COME TO?!

With one deep sigh, you decided to just suck it up and just get it over with. As your fingers explored your own private, you tried to feel for that familiar spot where Gun mentioned. It didn’t take long for you to emit a distinct moan, as you found your own pleasure button. Carefully, you did anything you could that resembled Gun's touches. Gasping and moaning in the process, you found yourself experimenting with your own body. The motion of your hand rubbing to and fro onto your love button had brought out inviting "Ahhh~"'s and magnetic "Ohhh~"'s from your filthy mouth. The idea of this being a "punishment" for you, became lost and forgotten in your mind. This became a new world that has been opened up for you. You were afraid that you might get hooked by the feeling of this sinful sensation if you started pleasuring yourself. However, your mind was beginning to convince itself that, this might not be so bad at all… Meanwhile, Gun observed you in silence, as he watched you with hungry eyes that could kill for some intense touching from you. Resisting was all he could do at that point. Despite him claiming that this was your punishment, he was starting to believe that this was also his punishment as well. Was this the price that he had to pay too? For being overly obsessed with you, as your instructor? In an instant, he decided to break his silence, not wanting to think too much about it. Gun narrated in a very alluring voice, as he said temptingly, “Imagine my hand rubbing your own clit… Back and forth, just how you’ve grown to love it. I can speed it up, however and whenever you’d like. Or, I can try rubbing it in a circular motion, either clockwise or counter-clockwise. But what if I decided to put pressure on it, would that deepen the intensity of that irresistible feeling that you became so a fond of? Look at you… You’re getting a hang of it now, aren’t you? Doesn’t that feel good? Yes, that’s it, right there… You’re doing so well, my favorite student~” Gun’s attractive voice made you feel some type of way, making you abide to his every word. His portrayal of what his hands would’ve done to you, clearly assisted you on how you should properly please yourself. However, in Gun’s mind, he was going mad. Just the sight of you touching yourself made Gun’s cock stand up, causing a huge bulge to form from underneath the blanket. He inaudibly cursed at himself, feeling the intensity of his own boner throbbing against the light friction of the sheets brushing against him. He had never been THIS aroused before, especially during the morning. The sounds of your gruntled heaving didn’t help his case either, as it only fueled his desire for you even more. At this point, he had to brainstorm ways of how he can relieve this pulsating feeling of sexual desire. Suddenly, he just came up with a thorough plan…

At once, you felt his hand grasp onto you without you even noticing his hand reaching out to you. As he pulled you in towards him, your eyes shot wide open due to his hastiness. What in the hell is he doing??? Pulling you in between his legs where his phallus was standing firmly, you landed on your back with a cushioned thud on his chest. However… your body grew tense without a moment’s notice, as your ass is now pressed against his stiff private. The bright red tint of feeling hot and bothered appeared on your face again, in which you turned around to look at him interrogatively. “Okay, what the hell has gotten into you all of a sudden?! You told me to masturbate in front of you as a ‘punishment’, yet you decided to pull me closer towards you like THIS? What is wrong with y-” Sneering, he replied, “Yes, I’m aware of my own actions. You don’t need to do a recap on every little thing that I do to you… In the meantime, let’s not talk about this right now. The reason why I’m doing this is because I’ll be the one guiding you here, so be grateful.” You were about to complain with, “But-”, until he decided to cut you off again due to your dilly-dallying. “Let’s not waste anymore precious time, than what we already have. Come on, (Y/N). Where does your hand belong?” Still maintaining that embarrassed state, your hand hovered down south then stopped when it reached your quivering womanhood. Gun’s hand then swooped down towards yours and took your hand from behind. “If you want to start fingering yourself, then it should be here…”

From behind, he eyed your naughty bits as he placed your hand right onto your entrance. Still embarrassed by the way he was guiding you to do such a sinful act in front of him, your fingers grazed your private's folds, now soaking in your lewd juices due to your overwhelming arousal. You hated how Gun was making you sexually frustrated and ashamed at the same time, which made you bit the inside of your cheek. Gun noticed the way you were still hesitant, with your adorably flushed cheeks still visible on your face. The corner of his mouth curved upward into a cheeky smirk, loving the way he was making you question your own actions. That's it, he thought. He'll just have to show you personally, of how it should be done. Leaning his head closer to your ear from behind, he sent a breathy whisper, which triggered shivers down your whole body with that sultry voice of his. "If you're still hesitant, then let me demonstrate for you on how it's done. I'll teach you how to hit the good spots, if that's what you're trying to decipher for yourself~"

Slowly, he released your hand next to your hip, as he sensually trailed his fingers down your stomach, all the way south towards your anticipating sex. A soft moan emitted from your mouth, which drew a wider grin from him, delighted to get the right reaction from you. Already expecting your sweet responses to his teasing touches from just his fingertips, they grazed along your hip then onto your clit. With his heavenly skills in sexual expertise, you felt his fingers rub your clit from behind, motioning his own digits in slow circles onto your pleasure button. This made you groan in bliss, and as desperate as you were to cling onto him, your arm reached over behind you to feel for his face. The way you were holding onto the side of his cheek as he pleasured you while gradually making you go insane, gave him a sign of satisfaction at how good he was pleasing you which boosted his ego a bit more. Once again, you felt his hot breath in your ear, coaxing you intimately, "You're really enjoying this aren't you, (Y/N)? After all that lecturing in just how to touch yourself, you'd rather let ME do the job for you. Isn't that right?" He chuckled in amazement at your mewling, which made him pick up speed in his hand gestures down onto your clit. Now whimpering louder, he kissed the side of your neck in endearment, adoring those alluring sounds of yours that made his cock even more solid than before from underneath the covers. You felt his firmness poking your ass from beneath you too, which caused him to grind his hips onto you from behind while he continued to pleasure your clit. Cooing into your ear, he said, "How do you like me now, (Y/N)? Did you think that I'll just pleasure you lightly, just like that? You lazy woman… Look what you're making me do to you. Does your body want that sweet release from me now?" He laughed coldly into your ears, as it echoed in your head, intermingling with the rising buildup in your body that is now making you squirm submissively under his control. As you moaned endlessly, filling the room again with the sounds of your own enjoyment, Gun continued with his teasing to no end. "I wonder what you're thinking about right now, that your body has completely surrendered to me once again. I bet your mind has gone completely blank, because of how you're feeling right now, that you can't even think straight. However, I'm aware that your body remembers this really well. So… Are you starting to remember the events that took place last night, in this very room? Or do I still need to keep going, and help you remember?" Your eyes began to water, feeling the intensity of your nerves coiling up from within you, pulsating rapidly which indicated how close you were to cumming. Pulling his head down towards you, he gazed into your teary-eyed spheres, looking at him in need for him to help you reach your goal. He smirked at your upside-down face from beneath him, reassuring you with a, "Yes, I know. That look of desperation in your eyes is all I needed to see, to know how badly you wanted this. Now, go ahead and let go of yourself, (Y/N)…" Without warning, he switched his hands in which one resumed its job to rub your clit, while the other penetrated its fingers into you, curving upward onto your g-spot to finger you deeply. Whining while slightly arching your back onto his chest, he was clearly enjoying the sight of you losing your mind. Unable to say a word, a single syllable… hearing how your own moans would drown out the rest of your thoughts by overriding your own speech from ever speaking properly, made Gun feel a sense of familiar power. The control, and the state of having you at his mercy really made him feel like he could do anything. That energy boost, really does it for him.

"Cum for me, (Y/N). Do it, and I'll make you cum as many times as you want…" With one final cry as he bit onto your ear lightly, you convulsed with your transparent body fluids spraying everywhere onto his hands, sending strong goosebumps all over your body from how hard you just came. You collapsed onto his body from behind, leaning onto him in exhaustion. Gun sneered wickedly due to how he made you cum from his experienced hands. Retrieving his hands from both inside your cunt and from your clit, he brought the hand that was fully drenched from your juices close to his mouth, just to suck his fingers clean. Wondering what he was doing, you turned your head to your side to see him sucking on his own fingers seductively, which made you blush as you panted, still recovering from your orgasm. Gun's eyes locked with yours, smirking at the sight of you observing him. Releasing his fingers from his mouth, you watched as your own pussy juices ran down the corners of his mouth. "What is it, (Y/N)? Do I turn you on, just from cleaning my own fingers? It's your own cum that made my hands dirty, so take responsibility and help me clean my fingers." He held his other dirty hand out in front of your lips, and without having to be instructed by him, you knew exactly what to do. You took his hand and held it with both of yours, licking the fingers he used to rub your clit. Erotically, your eye contact on him remained, as you licked every fingertip that was in use. Then, you opened your mouth and surrounded his digits with your mouth, slowly having his fingers probe into your salivating entrance. You took his fingers deep, all the way down to his knuckles, which made him groan sexily at the way you took them into your mouth. Sucking onto them carnally, your tongue swiveled and surrounded his fingers, making sure they have been purified and cleaned with your own saliva from the naughty fluid that was coating his fingers previously. Gun's eyes narrowed at the view that he was witnessing right in front of him. God, you were stunning. How can you make him so turned on like that, with only just sucking his fingers clean? Is this really how his morning was starting off? Lewd, erotic, sensual… he loved it all. The promiscuity radiating from both of you so early in the day, felt like a dirty dream to him. The raunchiness was so overwhelming, that it really did made his dick harden in desire. Already, his cock was throbbing for some attention and he needed to take care of it now. Shit, he can't take it anymore. "Tch, screw this… (Y/N), let go and get off of me."

Surprised by his sudden change of attitude, you released his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand go altogether. Slowly you got off of his body and sat beside him on the bed, sitting on your knees, awaiting curiously for what he had to do or say. With a swift pull of the bed sheets off from his shrouded body, he revealed his dick that was already stiff for some pleasing. Your eyes were now fixed at his hardness, which made you consciously cross your legs, due to how aroused you got again just from the sight of his phallus. With one dominant command, he issued you to, "Come here, and pleasure me with that dirty little mouth of yours." Obeying his will, you crawled over in between his legs and took his cock in your hand without hesitation. You didn't question yourself at how quick you acted at all. For some reason, you just felt that it was RIGHT to do this. This familiar, yet unfamiliar act… In your hand, you massaged his dick, jerking him off up and down which made him groan in excitement. Time was clearly of the essence, as you bent your head over his private and slowly devoured him whole. Progressively, taking every inch of his girth into your entire mouth which felt similar to how you took his fingers in, not too long ago. Gun released a deep moan of fulfillment, resulting in him to grab onto your hair from behind you to watch you accordingly. Right when you felt his cockhead hit the back of your throat, your cheeks puffed to make more room for air to enter through your mouth as you began to breathe him into you. Sucking his mouth and suctioning around his girth inside your gummy cheeks, your head shifted up and down on his shaft, creating those unholy sounds. Moaning into his dick like it was meant to be touched and relieved by you, Gun gripped onto your hair, hissing tauntingly. "That's right, treat my cock as if it's your Superior's. You belong to me now, understand? Yes, that's it… What a good little whore you are. I knew your body would remember this. Like I said, if your mind can't remember what happened, then I'll make your body remember. I'll use you, condition you, and do you as many times if we needed to for that small idiotic head of yours to remember everything. Do I make myself clear?"

"Mhmm…" you hummed, as you slurped him up repeatedly. Responsively, he said while combing his fingers down your long locks, "Good girl… now finish the job and suck my morning wood. Do it well." When his fingers reached the tips of your hair, he yanked your head down to where your lips touched the bottom of his length, making you gag as his head poked the back of your throat. Changing up the velocity of your blowjob, you quickly crashed your lips repeatedly down onto his phallic stiffness, making his breath hitch in indulgence. His lips curved maliciously at how you were giving it your all in trying to please him, which earned praises from him. "Ah, what a good little girl you are. Yes, such a behaved and trained SLUT. Mmmmm… you love my dick, don't you? You're taking it in so good, that you must be addicted to it by now. Yes?" Climactically, you felt his dick palpitate into your mouth, filling it with his seed as it flowed down your throat and into your digestive system. You gratefully swallowed his load whole, eventually removing your mouth from his cock, breathing heavy to get the right amount of oxygen into your system to recollect yourself. Gun still had his hold on your hair, in which he tugged onto it, not allowing you to escape just yet. You gasped as he brought your face back to his lovestick, saying while shaking his head, "I guess I still need to train you more, since you forgot how to clean up your own mess." Sighing tiredly, you had no choice but to comply. You took his length in your hand then began to graze your tongue from his balls to the crown of his cock. In response, he gave an elated huff as well, enjoying himself at how he was using you. He loved every bit of this little private show of his. That tongue of yours licking his dick because he allowed you to… Those hands of yours that were playing with his rod and his balls… In all honesty, it sent shivers down his spine. It still amazes him how submissive you've become for him, and how obedient you grew, only to be his servant at times like these. It never fails to turn him on like so, admiring how his developing masterpiece is being sculpted into his own favorite toy. "God, you really are the best. Showing me how talented you are, with that mouth of yours, huh? So eager, and yet, so clueless when you come back to your sense…"

Gun cupped the side of your face with his hand, staring at you zealously with a sincere smile of affection. Finally, when he took notice of how his own private has been treated with care, he petted your head soothingly as he said softly, "Alright, (Y/N). That's good. You may rest now." With a deep exhale, you stopped and sat beside him. All of a sudden, you felt his hand grab onto your wrist as he pulled you closer to him. You crashed onto his body, with your head now leaning onto his chest. One of his muscular tatted arms wrapped around your waist tightly. His lips pressed onto your head, kissing you lightly with fondness. Questioningly, your head tilted up at him in which you asked, "Um… what are you doing?" He looked down at you saying sternly, "What? I'm just claiming what's mine." A rosy color appeared on your cheeks as you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. "What are you talking about? You don't own me!" Gun clicked his tongue in annoyance at your defiance as he mumbled, "Great, you're back to your irritating self again…" You raised your eyebrow at him in doubt. "I have no idea what you're on about. But anyways, I need to piss. So, where's the bathroom?" He scowled at you, now having to let go of you. In displeasure, he scoffed while responding, "How the hell could you forget where the bathroom was? I swear, your memory capacity is obviously the size of a peanut if you couldn't remember it from last night." Rolling your eyes, you instantly got out of the bed, not withstanding anymore of his slander. Annoyed, you walked towards the bedroom door as you raised a middle finger from above your head with your back turned to him saying, "Whatever, I'll find it myself! Useless dirtbag…" Leaving Gun in the bed, he sighed wearily, muttering to himself in frustration. "How the hell did I even bed a woman like that? And to even shed an ounce of interest for her as well, still remains a mystery to me…"

While lost in a puzzled daze over which room the bathroom was located at, you staggered your way over to the bathroom little-by-little. You didn't realize until now, how your body was aching all over and you regretted how fast you got out of the bed. "I shouldn't have stood up so quickly like that. Ugh, it's that jerk's fault for getting me all angry." However, little did you know, Gun was suddenly rushing over to you from behind. With an unannounced grab onto one of your wrists, your head jolted towards his direction, with your eyes now following him in concern. "Gun?" He ignored you, as you watched him carefully, now leading the way towards the bathroom with his tight grip around your wrist that was pulling you to an unexpected turn of events. Eventually, he led you into the massive bathroom with the lavish shower and the fancy bath tub. When he guided you to the toilet, he told you to, "Sit." And with that, you conformed to his order, studying his movements as he goes over to the shower to turn it on. The awkward tension in the room made you question his actions and why he was there in the bathroom with you. Actually… what is he even doing here? All I said was that I needed to pee. Tentatively, you studied him closely, as he turned on the shower. The shower-head started to sprinkle down droplets of water, until steam started to evaporate from the warm water. Without turning around to look at you, Gun said in a very imposing tone, "Once you're done over there, come here. I'll clean you up." Realizing how you've been sitting on the toilet for a while, you replied back in a shaky voice saying, "Um, o-okay, don't mind me… peeing!" God, this is embarrassing. I could've had a peaceful piss by now if HE didn't decide to just barge in here with me. Also… he said he'll "clean" me up? What did he mean by that? And what am I, a dog? Sighing, you finished your business then flushed before creeping up to him discreetly. You stared at the running water running down his scarred yet broad and lean back. His waist from afar was much skinnier now that you've studied him closely. The water trickling down onto his buff back, tracing every scar on his body got you entranced by his physique. Hearing the sound of your feet pitter-pattering onto the shower floor, Gun ran his hands through his hair as he pushed his soaked hair back sexily. Turning around to finally face you, you were greeted by the view of his wet yet toned body, in which your eyes checked him out from head to toe. Oh... My... Lord...

The experience of catching him in the shower was like seeing a god for the first time. How can someone so twisted and uptight, look so attractive and divine underneath the contact of water? Already dripping in all his steaminess under the hot and brisk shower, your eyes traveled down Gun's entire body. His damp hair was slicked back, revealing more of his face than usual with those noticeable sideburns of his… His dark dewy eyes latched onto yours… That huge tantalizing scar across his nose bridge always captivated you… His hulky chest and forged abs were as hard as an actual Grecian sculpture's with scars decorated permanently onto his skin… Both of his strong sturdy arms flexed as he held his hair up from falling onto his eyes to focus on you… But oh, does the view get even better. Roaming lower towards his nether region, beheld his enormous package. Water droplets slid down his massive erection and his protruding balls from under his manhood, which caused your legs to cross consciously and quiver, reminiscing the feeling of what his sex was actually capable of just from the sight of it. Oh god, that sweet, sweet feeling… Pounding through your chest rapidly, your blood started to pump and flow down to your private, eluding thoughts of being desperately touched by him. Your inhale and exhales passing through your lungs quickened and your senses heightened, maximizing your body's intense biological need. Your hand pressed against your chest as your head directed towards your feet while breathing heavily, feeling your own heart beat erratically. W-what is this? Why am I feeling this way, and why can't I control it whenever I'm around him? Is there something wrong with my heart? Am I going insane? What's wrong with me? I'm scared…

"Is there something wrong?"

Gasping, you looked up and saw that he was standing right in front of you. Gun's body was only a few centimeters away from you, standing there in all his naked glory. You shook your head saying, "Sorry, I-I don't know what's gotten into me…" His gaze was engrossed onto your face without showing any emotion when he asked, "What do you mean?" You furrowed your eyebrows in a concerned fashion. "My body feels… weird… and it happens whenever I'm with you…" He stared at you in silence for only a few seconds before questioning blankly, "Oh, is that so? And what does your body feel?" Your voice trembled feebly, answering him back with, "Hot, heavy… And sh-shaky, like I'm pressured to do something just to get rid of this feeling inside of me…" Now understanding what your words meant, he snickered since he knew the right solution to solving your little issue. "So, it is true. Your body DOES remember that feeling…" You felt his hand touch the back of your hand, sliding it on top of yours, holding onto it tightly afterwards. Gun slowly guided you deeper into the shower with him, still maintaining the intense eye contact he had on you. You were enchanted by him, as if a beast was luring you into his trap. A deep, dark cave, where your future is undetermined, once you step further into it. Will you be eaten, or will you make it out alive? Was this really happening? Feeling lost, and clouded with doubt, you were caught in between the line of a dream and reality. It was like your soul and your body were both independent from each other. Caught almost in a simulation, where your spirit leaves your body for only a minute, sacrificing what little consciousness you had in you to meet him on the other side. Wherever that "other side" may be, you can't help but want to find out for yourself. To discover what was waiting for you. Was this a lucid dream of some sort? Or was this how people felt when they experience such a thing called, "astral projection"? When your awareness is just drifting away from your body… You'll never know.

Following him without making a fuss remained foreign to you, but you believed that you could put your trust in him at this very moment. You were willing to allow him to guide you into whatever event that might take place in this very structure. When Gun finally got you under the shower-head with him, you felt the warm water soothe your skin, calming you and making you feel at ease. Every water droplet that touched your skin lulled you into a relaxed state of tranquility, in which your head tilted upwards towards the shower-head while your eyes shut and your lips formed into a genuine smile, enjoying the touch of the water raining down on you. Right at that very instant, you were drenched underneath the heated water from head to toe. As Gun absorbed your entire body with his eyes, they toured from the top of your wet hair, to your beautiful florid face from the effect of the lukewarm shower, past your supple breasts, to your curvy hips, and all the way down to your bare womanhood, his own hot breath puffed a smoky exhale from his mouth due to the steam accumulating from the humid shower. Staring down at your naked body dowsed in water, something inside him ignited, like a small lit flame would from his silver lighter. That smile of yours, resulted in him to feel a unique sensation that he never felt before. Actually, that was a lie. He had felt this way before, quite a bit. There were instances when he caught himself not really minding your presence at all. It was this addictive feeling of ease that he noticed whenever he's with you. Was this really your doing? Your power? The "Ripple Effect", as people might call it, where the stationary body of water that sits still is suddenly disrupted by something or someone that touches it unintentionally. In his mind, you were that something.

Originally, his life had been the same old thing. Countless of times, it became a repeated process. He'd fight, get stronger, and conquer. It was the same routine over and over again, that he didn't mind at that time. However, when he came to Korea, it was like he started another life for himself. Another chapter, in which his monstrous self was driven by the insatiable thirst for power, where he can spread his own influence in another land. However, he got himself caught and trapped in  prison for a discrete amount of time. And you'd think that's going to stop him from strengthening his own power? One by one, he took on little imprisoned small fries left and right, to the point that he'd cause massive destruction wherever he went. Painting the outer jail perimeters with splatters of red, pure genocide was the only thing familiar to him. But that all changed when he met a certain man in that facility who'd actually build a bridge for Gun to walk through, in order to gain another opportunity with a hint of scheming… Charles Choi. But at what price made him accept such a deal with that man? Money? Power? Or was it… leverage against him, that made him "loyal" to him? Gun hated being held against his will, and it didn't have to be physical for it to be irritating. 

The old man wanted something from him that only HE can give to him, so he agreed to their alliance. By training and protecting his daughter, Crystal Choi,  how to fight and by acquiring his own partner, Joon Goo Kim, to raise the “Four Major Crews” system with him, Gun had earned lots of money in the process. Although this process was successful, it wasn’t permanently successful to begin with. Little by little, operations failed according to each leaders’ downfall and the search for his own successor to take over his position after he retired, had dwindled drastically. If only there was someone competent enough to even take my position, he thought. Over the years, he had met many talented fighters and yet they all let him down. How disappointing AND embarrassing. To think that he’d put so much time and effort in training these kids by watching them grow, only to let him down in the end led him to think, why did I even bother? Well, there was of course, Daniel Park who had exceeded his expectations at one point so he’s just waiting on him to do what Gun had hoped for… To destroy the four major crews. 

But all that waiting though for that to happen? How long would that take? Way too damn long… Gun was growing impatient by the minute, just by thinking about it and it became annoying to even have to shape these kids up. God, at least give him SOMETHING he can work with. He deserves a fucking break from all of the letdowns, the disappointment, and all of the times where he had to repeat the same process of training people only for them to be as worthless as an ant. He was running out of patience until… he met you that day. You were like a beacon of light that shined a pathway down a pitch-black staircase, which spiraled down endlessly. And to think, that certain staircase would surely reach the bottom, was a thought that he’s willing to bet on. The raw talent that you possessed and the copy ability that was just WAITING for him to polish was enough for Gun to be convinced that he really did need you on his side. When he took you in and hired you personally, however, you were nothing more but a trainee who just got on his nerves most of the time. Stubborn and annoying, with a whole lot of attitude, you were definitely a difficult woman to handle. Every word and every action you did, would always piss him off to no end. But, there was always that side to you that he gradually got to know little by little. That softness, that he had never got to experience for himself… Not to mention, that kindness that no one has ever genuinely given to him before was just astonishing to him. Everyone hated him, no doubt about it. You did hate him too, at the beginning of your first week with him. Despite his cruelty and his harshness towards you, you still somehow managed to come back to him. Ever since that day when you treated his wounds, he made up his mind that you were the right person to entrust his own plans to. It was a sense of loyalty that he could count on. But, it wasn’t just that… was it? There was actually more to it. You brought out new sides to him that he didn’t even know, were possible. Was this really him, taking care of you? Would that make him weak, if he had to succumb to you? Why was he even trying to treat you out in the first place? Was it because he felt obligated to do so? To reward you? To praise you for your accomplishments in assisting him with his plans? No… it was indeed, more than that. It was because he had grown accustomed to you, to the point that he became attached to you. He didn’t want to admit it at first, so he tried to reason himself with bullshit excuses. Although, this feeling always crawled back to him just to bite him in the ass every time. For some reason, he wanted you there with him at all times. To stay there beside him. Never leaving his side. Always assuring him that you’ll always greet him. To always have someone there anticipating his arrival whenever he comes home from a long day of work that would always frustrate him and tire him out. To always have you looking at him, smiling at him, and giving these small gestures of thoughtfulness only to him, became his priority. He never felt so needy for someone, and so greedy for that person to always have you there with him.

When did that become an issue to him? He was always used to being independent, relying only on himself while people come and go. But with you, he couldn’t allow you to even slip away for just a minute or else he becomes restless. He became dependent on your presence. Was this a feeling of admiration that he was feeling for you? A sign of respect? Gratitude? No, no. Once again, it had to be something more than that. Something befitting for all of the built up thoughts and new emotions he was feeling. This could only be the doing of one particular emotion… One that he thought of as a ridiculous trope that would oppose ambition above all… Love.

Gun had heard of the concept of “love” before, and it only disgusts him knowing how people become weak when they themselves become a victim to it, like his previous candidates of successors that he had before. He doesn’t understand how someone could “fall” for someone and would risk so much for them over anything else. It's just a distraction and it'll only get in the way of his ambitions. Yet… isn’t that what he’s been doing these past couple of weeks? He had given you all these gifts and he even went out of his way to search for you everywhere. Especially during his work hours, he abandoned his own duty to come find you. Recently, his thoughts had been nothing but you. At home, at work, even when he’s out with Goo sometimes, thoughts of you occupied his mind. Maybe he did become a fool. A fool who had fallen victim to this thing called “love”. When he realized that this was the case, he believed that he was a moron for feeling such a way and for letting this happen. Once again, you turned his whole perspective around when you said those words last night.

“Gun… I love you...”

Those words were so vivid to recall, that Gun couldn’t stop thinking about it. They made him feel a mix of emotions that one couldn’t even comprehend. Your words gave him a brand new sense of confidence in himself that he had never discovered before. Since you said that you loved him, then he too had the urge repay you back with a rightful answer. He wants to touch you… To hold you… To claim you… And to make you his entirely. If he doesn’t do it this time, then he’ll surely regret it in the future, and he’s aware of that. There’s no holding back anymore. It’s now or never.

“(Y/N).” 

Hearing your name being called by Gun interrupted your serenity, which led you to open your eyes keenly and turn your focus back onto him. The sounds of the shower that you were caught up in seemed to have been tuned out into the back of your mind, with his voice only being the audio that became your main focus. Beaming up at him with a simple, “Yes?”, was your response to his name calling. Unannounced, his hand grazed the side of your pretty face, cupping both of your cheeks in each hand. Your jewel-like eyes ogled up at his handsome face, while his obsidian orbs towered over yours. He wiped the tear-like substances on your eyes to clear your vision for you while the both of you stood still underneath the shower-head. Observing your facial features in all his seriousness, he asked straightforwardly, “Are you interested in me?” Your smile faded, in which you stared up at him in dismay. You didn’t know how to react to his question, so you gave a stiff laugh saying, “W-where’s this coming from? Gu-” He interrupted you with another question asking in a more persistent tone. “If you can’t recall what happened from last night, then answer me honestly. (Y/N)… Do you like me?” You weren’t sure if it was just the feeling of the warm water on your skin, but you really did feel your face get hotter from his question. Why is he asking me these questions all of a sudden? I didn’t plan to confess to him right now, of all places. This isn’t the right place and time for this! What should I do? How should I respond? If only you could remember what had happened last night. Standing your ground, you took his hands and removed them from your face, letting his hands fall onto his sides. While doing so, you tried explaining to him, “Wait, Gun… I don’t think this is the appropriate time to talk about this right now. Let’s just clean ourselves up and-“  You forgot that he was an obstinate man. He wouldn’t let any matter of interest go, until he gets an answer from you, and you should’ve known that from the very start. 

In frustration, he clenched his teeth and grabbed onto your forearm then pulled you onto the shower wall. Holding you against your will, his hands slammed assertively on both sides of your figure, not letting you escape. His eyebrows creased brutally, emanating a strong aura of intimidation onto you, which made you want to shrink back onto the wall and merge with it to escape. His eyes drilled into yours, staring directly at you with such intensity. Wishful thinking was all you had currently, wanting to retreat your eyes away from his, yet you couldn’t in fear of being punished by him. After all, he had you in his enclosed grasp. However, you were starting to show signs of concern for Gun, seeing how bothered he was with whatever thoughts that were filling his head right now. Agitated, he voiced out in a disgruntled manner, “Don’t you dare walk away from me, because I need to know now. Do you really ‘love’ me, (Y/N)?” Those words were unnatural, coming from his mouth while his facial expression didn’t match the mood at all. In a sense, it was quite funny, actually. In an attempt to try and keep a straight face, you stared at him with a blanked caricature on your face until you suddenly broke character in a small “Phfft-“. Looking away while bringing the back of your hand to your mouth, you laughed while trying to hide your smile. “S-sorry! It’s just- bffft… You sound like a child while- Hah… I can’t- HAHAHAHA!!!” You were glad that you get to release tension from yourself, since it made you relax even more to answer his question without being scared of him. Meanwhile, Gun was completely stunned at how you just bursted out laughing, when he was trying to be serious. It was insulting and he felt his pride being crushed by you when he stood there, watching you laugh your ass off. The silence from him was radiating ominously, when your laughs were starting to die down into a muted, awkward silence. Uh oh, maybe I shouldn’t have laughed at him. The expression that he was giving you was of pure disapproval of your dismissed response to his question, glowering at you in bad temperament. In an attempt to calm him down, you courageously drew your hand closer to his face, capturing his cheek in your hand gently. Sighing, your head tilted upwards towards him and you gave him a warm smile as you said in defeat, “I have no choice but to confess, don’t I?” Deducting his rash actions being shown to you, last night must have been a rather EVENTFUL occurrence. What did I even say to him last night that might have riled him up like this? I wish I could remember. 

Gathering the confidence to finally confess to him, your arms calmly wrapped around his neck as you closed in on him, embracing him under the pattering drops of water. Soothingly, your hand skimmed up the nape of his neck, coursing through his wet hair from behind his head. This was meant to reassure him of your honest response that you’re about to break down to him. In a gentle tone, you asked, “So… do you want to know how I really feel about you?” Gun gave an affirmative nod, with that serious demeanor of his still focusing on you. “Okay. Ugh, where do I even start…? Well, to be honest, I hated your guts when I first met you. I thought of you as rude, arrogant, narcissistic, and heartless.” His face remained apathetic, which resulted in you to crack a teasing giggle. “It gets better, okay, Mr. Grumps? Trust me…” Resuming with your acknowledgment for him, you continued onwards. “The longer I stayed with you, the more that I realized how much I’ve gotten used to you. Even though you’re such an ass, there are many things that I find that are attractive about you. Frankly, you are strong because of how physically adept you are at fighting, independent since you’re capable of taking care of yourself, sophisticated because of your sense of fashion, smart because you know how to handle every situation thrown at you (especially when it comes to my dumbass…), resourceful since you know how to cleverly use resources around you, practical (because you don’t waste anything that could be of use, especially time), and not to mention, you’re…” Warily, your cheeks reddened at the last part of your description of him, stammering shyly when you said, “H-handsome because you always have an… attractive physique… ” He stared at you, all awestricken. Gun’s mouth turned to a devilish smirk, leaning his face closer to yours while he still had his hands pressed against the shower wall adjacent to your sides. However, he repositioned himself with his left forearm now pinned beside you, and his other hand tucking your wet strands behind your ear to whisper close into your ear saying, “Am I really that handsome to you, (Y/N)? Does my ‘physique’ make you weak in the knees?” The blush on your face had yet to cease due to Gun’s sly tease. Flustered as you were, you removed your arms from him and pushed him back from his chest, in which you drew your eyes away from him while dying in embarrassment. “Ugh, you’re so annoying!” When he took a few steps back from your abrupt push, he chuckled amusedly, knowing how you couldn’t take back your words even if you wanted to. You clicked your tongue in annoyance as you snapped back at him. “Tsk, I might be crazy to even say this to someone like you! But…” Heaving a reluctant sigh, you confessed gingerly, ”I do… like you. S-so… if Drunk Me said that I… l-love you… then I must have really meant it…” It didn’t take long for Gun to suddenly come for you again, sheathing his arms around your bashful self. One of his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, pulling you close to him while the other held onto the side of your face for another time. Pressing your body against his, you glanced at him in perplexity due to his startling embrace. As he admired you once more, he ultimately declared, “That’s all I needed to know. So, don’t make me regret this...” 

On that account, Gun lowered his face onto yours and his lips reunited with yours. For this occasion, he was much more gentler this time as he kissed you passionately than ever before. Having to adjust to the current state of affection for you, he held your face during the kiss, ensuring that he gets a taste of your sweet tongue sufficiently. The clutch around your waist grew tighter by each second, causing the both of you to moan and groan for more, from each other. Your arms returned around his neck again, sliding one of your hands down his scarred chest. Instantly, Gun swiftly removed your hand from his chest by grabbing a hold of it, transferring your hand down onto his meaty cock. Pulling himself away for a brief moment, Gun informed you that, “At this moment, it’s yours now. I give you permission to do whatever you want to it, so let yourself go and give in to me. Continue to show me how much of a greedy woman you really are.” The temperature rose not just on your face, but in you entire body as well, seeing him snicker proudly like that only for a second. He crashed his lips back onto yours again, pushing you onto the wall, to run his greedy hands all over your body. The sensation of his hand groping your breast while another hand played with your private, led to your legs trembling from the stimulation and your whines to echo amidst the trickling sounds of the shower. Moaning in euphoria from his touches on your breasts and your heat, you decided to return Gun the favor, by giving him a hand job.  Gripping onto the base of his girth, your hand played with his dick as you massaged it back and forth on his entire length, seizing the moment of him groaning at your generous touch. A glint of carnality masked his eyes, which only fueled the increase in lust that he had for you. “Does that feel good, Mr. Park?” Goddamn, did that line spark something inside of him… 

Foxily, you pushed him off of you releasing your lips from his, resulting in him to peer at you in confusion. Consequently due to the fact that you wanted to get even with him for his teasing, you came up with an idea that’ll surely drive him mad with desire. Knowing him, as a pervert and all. Attentively, Gun watched as you got on both knees below him, reaching eye level with his manhood. Still holding his cock in your hand, his head tilted down at the sight of you gliding your hand up to his tip, tracing around the hole of his penis in circles with the flat of your thumb. He reciprocated by uttering a hoarse grunt from your light gratification, followed by a lowly chuckle. It was obvious to him that you were starting to play along with him, teasing him back in accordance to his fiery desires of physical displays of affection.  While sweeping your hair off for you by tidying your hair back with his hand, he asked “What do you think you’re doing, my little servant?” Smirking back at him, you responded, “Like you said. As your ‘servant’, it’s my duty to please you, sir. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Gun’s libido was starting to rise, even from merely your mocking. You’re already familiar with the way he operates during foreplay, since he always enjoyed a challenge from you… even when it comes to a little role-play. 

Sneering at your reply, you felt his fingers caressed you from the top of your head to the side of your jaw, then stopped right where your chin was at. He firmly grasped it in between his thumb and index finger, but he didn’t stop there. The assessment that Gun was giving you was purely seductive on his behalf, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb to and fro. You eyed his intentions cautiously, focusing your attention on him as if he stole the main show from you. Enticingly, he asked with piquant interest, “Will you be pleasing me again with that exquisite mouth of yours, little one?” In a suggestive fashion, you leered smugly.  “That’ll be a surprise that only you will find out for yourself, Mr. Park. So just relax, and enjoy the special treatment~” You put yourself to work when you began to pump his whole shaft in your clutch, gripping it and massaging it throughly before accepting his prong into your mouth. Hence, him letting go of your bottom lip to rest his hand on top of your scalp. Deluging on his prick in an obligatory fashion, your hand held his private by the base steadily, glancing up at him a few times to check his current state from time to time. Gun on the other hand, was barely on the edge of losing it. Your mouth was pleasuring just the head of his cock, and he wanted you to go deeper, so badly. Watching him grit his teeth in frustration was the look that you expected to see. Pretending to not notice his sexual needs, you drew your mouth back from his tip, questioning him in a concerned tone, “Sir, are you okay? You don’t look so good…” Gun was panting heavily, when he demanded right away with, “I’m fine. Just keep going!” A smile of delight formed on your lips, nodding in servitude. “As you wish, sir.” And so it begins…

Engulfing Gun’s boner into your mouth little by little, he expelled a lecherous hum of appeasement right when he sensed that his snag bumped the back of your throat. Simultaneously, you let out a sigh of achievement for taking his humongous size whole without having to gag. I guess, I’m getting the hang of this. Without wasting a single second, you commenced your blowjob for him by sliding your lips outwards, until they came crashing down onto the bottom of his cock where your lips encountered his balls. Like a cycle, you proceeded to suck him off using the same method, on and on, reviewing those pleasured reactions of his. Gun ejected a few grunts here and there, still gripping onto your head in rapture. Every time you gave him head, he pondered about how well you’ve improved every time, gaining experience in demonstrating your ability to service him right. Spewing dirty curses out of his mouth, he worded out sensually as he scrunched a bundle of your hair together in one tight grab. “Fuuuck… You just keep getting better and better… don’t you? My personal slut, LOVES devouring my dick, doesn’t she? Filthy whore, mmmm… You should thank me for training you well. Sucking my cock like that, only shows me how fitting you are in being my number one slave… My personal toy… My one and only partner who can satisfy me like this…”  You moaned onto his manhood as his grasp on your hair clenched even more, causing your body to react honestly to his praising and degrading. The walls of your pussy surged in arousal as you felt your insides beat heavily in a heated rhythm, secreting your needy juices from underneath you. Gun’s dirty talk fueled your desire even more, as he said, “I bet your cunt must be dripping wet from all of the praising that I’m giving you. What? You think I wouldn’t know how your body works by now? Heh, you foolish girl. I know you well, inside AND out. How did you think I know what your body desires? What you’ve always been craving for? I’m the only one who can satisfy you, and I’m the only person who can see right through your head. You know, I don’t blame you for falling for me. I’m rich, good-looking, powerful, and experienced in many different aspects, including sex. So, what kind of woman WOULDN’T find me attractive?” Right after his little cocky speech, he inhaled sharply through his teeth confirming, “Shit… I’m almost there…” feeling his rod starting to jitter inside your sloppy gape. 

His boastfulness caused you to furrow your eyebrows in distaste. Irritated by his arrogance, your mouth retreated from his cock, which sent a crossed expression to form on his face. His eyes narrowed dangerously, as he observed you. When you locked eyes with him, you stared tenaciously at him, not even daring to withdraw your eyes away from his. This earned a smirk out of him, eagerly awaiting for what else you had in store for this little game of yours. Verifying that you had all of his attention on you, you held onto his prong in your hand then sustained your eye contact with him, not missing a single tune of his charming moans, you left a trail of kisses down his stalk. Relishing the sensation of your warm lips on his private, he dug his fingers deeper into your hair, massaging your scalp nicely as sign of encouragement and idolization. “Yes, that’s it. That’s my good girl… I love it when you look into my eyes like that, worshipping my cock beneath me like it's the best thing in the world…” His appreciative words sent flutters to your stomach and in your heat, which gave you a boost to keep going. You brought your lips to his balls then began to suck on each one, coating them with your saliva running down his testes. Your ears heard his groans get even louder, and more aggressive, while his grip on your head became much more stronger than before. “Ugh, you really know how to please a man. Don’t you, (Y/N)? Not just any man… ME…” Strike when he least expects it… After giving his balls some attention, you couldn’t resist teasing him, to remind him of who was in charge of his service. As your lips departed from his balls then transferred to his member’s crown, a few kisses were planted on his fleshy tip, followed by a few circular licks that traced around his genital hole. Gun spouted a gruff groan, still watching you with courtesy. For only a fleeting moment, you removed your lips from his knob, pronouncing a warning to him. “Careful Mr. Park, I wouldn’t get TOO comfortable there if I were you. After all, I’m the one who’s still in charge of your treatment.” 

A gleam for misbehavior shined through your eyes, which really caught Gun off guard. Without giving him any warning, you provoked him by biting on his top lightly, which won a clear grunt from him. Your impishness produced a dumbstruck countenance on his face, which soon converted into a small derogatory laugh. “You’re a real brat, you know that?” Shrugging flippantly, you countered his scornfulness with, “Isn’t that why you took interest in me in the first place? I don’t see you complaining… until now.” Gun suddenly became speechless, not able to come up with a clever rebuttal because whatever you said was the truth, and he was aware of that. To silence him even further, you received his whole prick into your mouth then began to suck on him vigorously, working your hand and your mouth simultaneously in a synced pace. Gun spilled a few curses due to your explosive burst of energy on his wood, going at it at such a high speed. The sloppy top that you were giving him was so damn good, that it made his toes slightly curl in his feet and his hand on your head to clamp tensely, feeling his knuckles dig into your scalp from clutching mightily onto your hair. His penis began to throb in your mouth, denoting how he was almost at the stage of climax. “Yeah, you better suck on it real good. Show me how much you love me, and this dick!” Reaching towards his own finishing state, Gun ultimately combusted deep into your mouth. Feeling his thick spunk run down the back of your throat and through your esophagus, you ensured that you accepted every drop of his by chugging down every bit of it until your tongue no longer felt the substance present in your mouth. However, your job didn’t end there quite yet. His sex was still in your mouth, in which your tongue swiveled around it, cleaning off every inch of him. With a few clingy sucks on his shaft, your mouth messily detached from him, as a bit of your leftover drool drooped onto his head. That final bit of your sexual labor prompted a resonant sigh from him. However, he didn’t let you rest just yet.

Gun’s eyes were directed at you, currently perusing your weary self from giving him the best blowjob he has ever had. “It’s my turn. Get up, now.” Your head whirled around to stare at him in apprehension. What the hell? Can’t he see that I’m catching my breath here?! You were about to ignore him, but you completely forgot that he had his hold on you. The yanking on your hair was starting to get annoying, pulling on you like a pet on a leash. “I said… Get. Up. NOW.” Those dark eyes with their glowing pupils punctured your own with true authority, drawing out a chilling shiver down your spine. It’s reasonable to become so helpless under his gaze like that, as you thought to yourself carefully. Crap, I don’t like the look of those eyes. I guess I have no choice here. It’s Gun after all… Seeing that you were rising onto your feet, Gun liberated you from his grasp. After getting up, you eyed him guardedly to try and read his next move. “So… what now? Are we done here?“ He jeered at you scornfully with that cold smirk plastered on his face as he said boldly, “I dare you to turn around and bend over for me. It’s time for me to really show you some good ‘loving’…” You were taken by surprise by his words, especially that last phrase that he said. On cue, your face began to burn hotly. “Now, hold on a minute! You’re not just going to drop that line on me, like it was effortless for you!” Gun raised an eyebrow playfully, pretending to retreat away from you. Using his reverse psychology on you, he acted as if he was willing to let you go this time, curious to see how you’d react. “Oh. So, you don’t want me to show you? Hm, well too bad. I guess we’ll just have to settle this some other time.” Gun was about to turn his back on you so he could leave the shower, but he was soon stopped by your grab on his arm. When his eyes focused on both of your hands clinging onto him, your cheeks flared in bright scarlet, as you couldn’t bear to let him go. The two of you already got to this point, so you found it unfair of him to abandon you like that. Abashed by how he easily got to you, you willingly heeded to his directive. “Okay, okay… Geez, you’re so mean sometimes…” You were about to shift yourself around to face the wall, but Gun stopped you from doing so as he said, “Hold on a minute.”, before placing his hands on your hips. Gun looked around the shower, since he could’ve sworn that he saw something that you could grab onto for safety when he entered into the shower earlier. And because he knew you were typically clingy during sex, you needed something that could support you while getting your kitty pounded. Once he spotted a shower grab bar nearby, he ordered you to, “Turn to your left, and move towards that grab bar.” Issuing you to take a few steps to the other wall on your left, you caught the bar in sight. You regarded it alertly, asking him, “Why do you want me to go over there for?” Gun addressed, “It’ll be a pain if you slip on nothing out of nowhere. If that happens, then I’ll have to be the one to carry you out of here to seek medical attention. Do you know how bothersome that would be?” Rolling your eyes at his apathetic response, you grumbled a, “God, when do you ever stop thinking about yourself?” before proceeding towards the adjacent side of the shower. His hands were still holding onto your hips as he guided you from behind towards the steel bar. The two of you stopped right in front of it, and it didn’t take an entire minute for Gun to say while snickering, “What are you waiting for? Do it.”

Someone’s excited. Right when you turned around and bent over the support railing, you placed both of your hands onto the bar, displaying your sleek pussy before him. Gun’s eyes leched down over your curvy backside, admiring your inviting position. Marveling at your plump ass facing his cock, he kneaded his hands on your hips, preparing himself for what he’s about to do to you. “Look at you, all eager for me to take you. You want me to show you how much I ‘love’ you, don’t you? You were even pretending to not want me when clearly, you do. I know you so well, (Y/N). You can’t fool me.” Jeering, his hands groped your ass cheeks, giving them a full circled rub on both cheeks until he sent a sadistic smack on your ass. Your body reacted, flinching in response to the infliction of light sensual pain, along with a pleased groan out of you. “Heh, would you like at that? Do you like it when I inflict pain onto you? It sounded like you actually enjoyed that. My naughty little masochist~” He removed his right hand from your ass so he can take hold of his phallus. Gun’s tip poked your drenched folds, rubbing it back and forth, earning stifled moans to escape through your lips. “You’re already aware of how this works. I won’t put it in unless you’ve earned my satisfaction. Go on little slut, beg for it…” You weren’t going to go down without a bit of a fight, so you’re willing to resist a bit further. Twirling your head around to take a glimpse at him, you refuted saying, “Fuck you, Gun…” So this is how it’s going to be, he thought to himself as Gun cracked a deprecating heckle. Contradicting you back, he attested, “Oh yes, you will. I could’ve already taken you by now, if you weren’t so prideful, my dear…” Those words… “my dear”, was nothing more than a mockery and you knew that. They were supposed to be sweet, but it lacks warmth and sympathy, resulting in you to clench your teeth in opposition. 

Pursuing his seduction on you, Gun continued to tease you. The sighs that you were venting were only igniting his commitment to tease you to your limits. Causing friction onto your entrance, his cockhead continued to razz you up, as he said, “Admit it, (Y/N). You need me, don’t you? I’m your commodity, yes? Say it… Say it, and I’ll generously give it to you~” Salivating from the titillation of his erection rubbing onto your wet folds, your whimpers began to grow louder by the minute. The grip that you had on the cold metal bar tightened, displaying signs of resistance that you could barely hang onto. In a slow, tempting voice, Gun whispered into your ear once more saying, “You can’t say? Oh, but you love me, don’t you? You love me soooooo much, that you can’t get me out of your head, right? I want to hear those words again… Those words from last night… Say it to me… To Yuzuru, one more time…” Yuzuru? He wants me to use that name? But why…? Adhering to his request, your mouth started with this familiar name. “Yuzuru…” Luring you on with his sultry whispers, he said, “Yesss… Tell me~” You couldn’t answer him straight as you barely managed to spew a, “Yuzuru… I… Ah~ Love you…” through your lips. If only you could see Gun’s hysterical visage, with that crazed flash in his eyes and his manic grin depicted on his face. Ah yes, those words really set him off real good. Out of nowhere, you felt his hand snaked its way onto the very front of your entrance, where his hand started to fiddle with your clit. Rubbing it slowly, caused you to whimper according to his sex-hungry manipulation, arching your back while desperately hanging onto your sanity. The three words, “Look at me.”, had its mental hold on you. Your fighting spirit was starting to slip away from your mind, in which you turned your head back to meet with his eyes in need, obviously affected by his torturous foreplay. Examining your pleading eyes and your pouting lips, was enough for him to decrypt that you were almost at your breaking point. As a result, Gun chuckled snarkily due to your change in backbone. “Those eyes of yours, really do display desire. You wish that I’d say it back, right? Ah, but I don’t think you deserve it. No… not unless you plead. Go ahead. Beg for me. Beg for me to give you my all. Pray for me to love you… Say it…” 

As twisted as it may seem, Gun felt that it was a necessity for him to feel wanted and needed by you. He needed to feel the right amount gratification that’ll seal the deal. If you were to prove your loyalty and passion for him, then wouldn’t it be best if you give him the benefit of the doubt? To show him how much you wanted this, as much as he wanted it too? He wasn’t going to waste his time on someone who didn’t show him how much he’s important to them, and he wouldn’t want to have someone who would go through such effortless lengths to be with him, who’s already obsessed over that one person. However, if it’s you, then that’s a different story. He’d do anything to make you stay with him. Whether it be sex, he had already been enraptured by your tenacity, beauty, and soul. You were just his type. His person. His object. His home. And nothing is going to stop him from claiming you all for himself. Already at your weakest peak while your legs were trembling, you finally gave up your pride for him as you cried out in broken sobs due to the accumulated stimulation, “Ugh~ Yuzuru, please… I-I need you… I n-need you more than a-anything… l want you to g-give it to me… Your l-love… I want all of it! I w-want to know h-how m-much you care for me, how much you f-feel for m-me… Hngh~ I want y-you to l-love me~!!” The more you kept going, the more inaudible your jumble of words were sounding to him. Gun felt the sense of power seeping into him. Your words administered a driven will inside of him, culminating an urge of ambition that he’d never had before. His only goal now was to please you, to infatuate you with all of his devotion, to make you obsessed with him to the extent that you wouldn’t even bother looking for someone else. It’s that idea of enamoring you that kept his mind fixed at showing how much he truly cared about you, affirming it through his own words stating, “That’s right. You’re mine now. My woman, and only mine. No one else can have you. No one else will ever have you. Your rightful place is to be here with me, by my side. I don’t care if I have to destroy anyone who’ll get in the way of us being together. Nothing matters, as long as you’re with me at all times.” Sighing in between his brazen speech, he resumed his proclamation as he said, “In all honesty, this is the most foolish thing that I’ve ever announced to anyone in my life, so you better not make me repeat myself.” Finished with his rare address, he removed his hand from your clit, then returned to your hip. Edging his solid spike onto your entrance one last time, he then shoved his girthy cock inside of you as it slid into you with ease because of how wet your core was already. His throbbing cock slithered into you, forcing your elastic walls to fit his humongous size all the way up to its max capacity. During his insertion, both of your hands clenched hard around the support bar and your spine curved in a concaved manner, which led to you clamoring in pleasure.

Gun’s cog reached its full degree inside your cunt, moaning hoarsely into your ear from your compacted heat, feeling your burning warmth and your squishing saturation. Your pulsating vagina reacted to the stretching of his member penetrating you, gladly taking every inch of him. Every curvature, every proportion of his width, and every area of his being that he could offer you. Receptively, Gun freed his hand from your hip then reached around your figure so he can place his hand on top of one of yours, while you held onto what little support you had. He closed the remaining space you had between you two by getting closer to you. Leaning his own body onto yours closely, for his sturdy chest to be pressed against you and elevating his pelvis up to your ass to ensure that he fills your insides up to the very brim, spurred something from within you. Not just the pules of heavenly elation, but the images of unfamiliar events from your mind that are now… familiar? There’s the bar… There’s the room… And there’s- Mutely gasping to yourself at the recollection of steamy memories that you had with Gun. Your face scorched in crimson, as you started to recall the events that took place in the bedroom. What is this? When was this? Echoing inside your ears, were lines that you couldn’t believe that were spouted from your own mouth. “Please… let me sh-show you… h-how much… I t-truly care… about you…” God, I said that? Now way… “Y-you’re… even more… handsome… with y-your hair… down l-like… this…” UGH, WHY DID I SAY SUCH A THING? “Ahn~! Gun… I… I want… t-to be… wor- Ah~ thy… of- Mmmm~ being called… y-your… Hah~ woman…” DEAR GOD, SINCE WHEN- “I… like… you… Jong Gun… Park~!” WHAT THE FUCK?! “Hngh, Yuzuru~!!! I-I… like… you… so m-much…!! Y-your strength… your independence… your h-handsome face… your maturity… y-your s-sense of f-fashion… EVERYTHING…! Even those… r-rare- Ah~! Rare moments with y-you… I l-love it…! I love e-everything… about you…” STOOOOP!!! At that very instance, you felt the steam rising from your head from the extreme lines that you remembered from last night. “I… I l-love when you would… be sweet… s-sometimes… and I… h-hated when you leave m-me… alone… i-in that… empty house… a-and you’re so… u-unfair… h-how dare… y-you… let that w-woman… c-cling onto you like th-that…” GOD, KILL ME NOW!!! “Please… s-stick it… INSIDE ME… I want your c-cock… already… Yuzuru~” W-why did I say that??? I MUST’VE GONE BONKERS, OR SOMETHING. There was a specific memory that made your heat quiver when you thought of it. You remembered Gun’s voice asking you, "Tell me… how much do you love my cock? Does it feel good?" The answer that you gave which was, "Y-yes… it feels good… s-so good~! I love it so- AGH~ SO MUUUCH~!!!" resulted in you screaming in disgrace over your shameless self. AHHHHHHHHH!!! OH GOD, HOW COULD THAT BE ME? HAVE YOU NO SHAME, (Y/N)?! “Gun… I love you…” (Y/N), YOU IDIOT!!! WHY DID MY DRUNKARD SELF HAVE TO SPILL SUCH A THING???

Every embarrassing line struck your heart like a bunch of daggers, causing your face to burn even redder than before and your insides to coil tighter and tighter every time around his shaft. Remembering each round of sex you had with Gun last night must’ve impacted your arousal level, charging your body to blaze in shamefulness and in sexuality. Gun felt his tool being crammed in by your vaginal walls, attaining audible grunts from how exponentially tighter your grew around him. From over your shoulder, he bowed his own head onto your right trapezius, pressing his lips tenderly on your skin to leave a few kisses all the way down to your shoulder blade. Inquisitively, he asked directly while compressing his hand onto yours even more, “What happened? You didn’t earn any of my praises yet. Are you that excited to be taken by me?” You turned your head to your side to capture his eyes so they can focus onto yours. You were hesitant to tell him the good news about how you’ve regained your memories from last night, since you already know where his mind could lead to if he found out. Ugh, I’ll regret this later… Jittering, you confessed, “I… R-remember now…” Like a trigger of some sort, Gun’s mouth immediately arced into a vile grin, understanding the situation right away. Already, he was planning on teasing you mercilessly to the point of humiliation, like he usually does. Sniggering for only a second, he commented very plastic style of appreciation saying, “Ah, so you remember now, do you? Good. I had a feeling that that this would work. It takes the taste of my cock inside of you to remember such a special incident. So, tell me, (Y/N)… Can you help me recall what you said last night? I can’t remember quite well, about what you told me. It’s your fault for forgetting it earlier, so I must’ve forgotten it as well.” The flustered expression on your face remained priceless to him, loving the reaction of your embarrassment. You could see the irritating smirk that he’s giving you, rousing your face to contort in vexation. I knew it. This bastard is just going to play dumb and treat me like a fool. What is he, a child? “What do you mean you ‘must’ve forgotten’? Do you think I’m dumb? You clearly remembered not too long ago, so recall it yourself, you moro-“ Without any notice, Gun suddenly withdrew his knob from you then rammed it back into you from behind, influencing you to proclaim a loud groan. Gun hummed at the sounds of your blissful reaction to his impulsive prodding, provoking you with a, “I apologize. I didn’t quite catch that. You were…” He abruptly thrusted powerfully into you one more time with a spunky grunt, retrieving another contented yelp from you before resuming whatever he was mouthing with, “…saying?” 

Baring your teeth in outrage, you snapped at him profusely, yet snidely at the same time. “Hey, you prick! What the hell do you think you’re doing?! I know damn well that you’re just trying to ignore my refusals since you want me to say those words again! But let’s face it, BUDDY. I’m not going to say it. You know why? Because you’re a self-proclaimed dickhead, that’s what! Jong Gun Park, the desperate jerk, who wants me to baby him like he’s some sort of chi-“ Gun didn’t allow you to finish that last sentence of yours. His hips began to rut into you like a hammer banging on a nail. Whimpers fell out of your mouth clumsily, relentlessly going at it with his pelvic movements that increased roughly by the minute. The sounds of water splashing onto you and Gun along with the smacking sounds of his hips bashing against your wet ass were rebounding off of the shower walls. Heavy breathing from the both of you and feeble cries from your mouth due to his ill-bred banging became the most vehement tones that the both of you had ever heard in your lives. Gun’s husky groans in your ear were tantalizing enough for you to shut up and submit yourself to him, letting go and allowing himself to give you everything that’ll please you in exchange for some rewarding verbal words from you. Through your murmurs of elation, Gun questioned, “What did I tell you before? Call me ‘Yuzuru’, you idiot. Also, coming from your inability to say anything back, I could tell that you’re enjoying yourself. It feels good, doesn’t it? The feeling of the heated water running down your sexy body… The sensation of my dick in you, making your body all warm and snug inside… If you say those words again, then I’ll give this to you everyday. If you continue to live with me, then you won’t have to worry about anything. And if you decide to be there, then… you won’t have to leave me ever again. I’ll keep you all to myself. I’ll even lock you up in that house, for you to never leave my side ever again. I’ll cage you, confine you… Hell, even quarantine you there, so just swear your loyalty to me and remain by my side forever…” Listening to his rashness had influenced you to think this through. Has this bastard gone psycho? Mentally ill? Urgh, what is he saying? He doesn’t need to do all of that for me to stay with him. Your face revolved around your shoulder to look him dead in the eyes. Scoffing, you responded candidly. “I’m the ‘idiot’? Hah, please… You’re- Ahhh~ the idiot here. Don’t you remember? I said, ‘I love you’! Isn’t that- Mmph~ already proof that I only- Agh~! …want to be with you?“ He inhaled sharply through his teeth before he decided to quicken his pace, accelerating in speed while fucking you out till your body is bending forward onto the steel bar in front of you. You were barely hanging onto it, as one of his arms shifted to clutch around your waist from behind while his other hand gave your hand a squeeze on the bar. Your legs were now shuddering violently, as you felt a powerful wave of ecstasy swelling up in your core. Harsh tears began to materialize and blur your vision due to the overwhelming feeling of intoxication, feeling the need to warn him. “G-Gun, I-I’m… going to cum~!” Instantaneously, Gun lets go of your hand and your waist, pulling himself out of you with ease. In pure confusion, you were left frustrated, wondering why he decided not to finish you off. Feeling your high die down because of him, you turned around to face him in resentment. “Gun, what the fuck?! Why didn’t you-“ 

“You never listen, do you?” Gun’s lips suddenly came crashing down onto yours, kissing you violently with his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, swiveling and sucking on yours with hunger. You could barely keep up with his aggression, melting into the kiss with moans being derived from your mouth and groans emanating from his own. When it was distinctly clear that you were lost in his superiority, his lips departed from yours, with a silver line of saliva connecting both of you until it was severed into nothingness. “Okay, what has gotten into you all of a sudden?! You wanted this, but then you wanted that? Make up your damn mind Gun, and pick a-“ He cut you off in an exasperated sigh, by saying, “I already told you to call me ‘Yuzuru’. Do you ever listen, woman?” Bothered by his unnecessary rudeness, your eyes narrowed in gall as you bantered, “Really? THAT’S the reason why you’re acting like a jackass?! God, and I thought we would put our differences to the side and act all ‘lovey lovey’. Unbelievable…” You looked down at your feet as you covered your eyes with your hand, shaking your head in torment. Gun crossed his arms while looking down at you in disregard of your thoughts. “If you hadn’t been so forgetful, then we wouldn’t be bickering in the first place.” You glanced back at him in disdain, scoffing with your arms now crossed in disbelief. “You know… I hate you. I truly do.” Gun gave a playful smirk answering back smugly saying, “Mhm, keep lying to yourself. Besides, I have my ways. I’ll make you say it no matter what.” You raised an eyebrow asking, “Didn’t I tell you already that I ‘love you’?” Gun shook his head chuckling, “Just because you claimed that you said something with your own mouth, doesn’t mean that you meant it in THAT particular moment. It doesn’t work that way.” Rolling your eyes and turning your head away from him, you clicked your tongue in criticism then shooed him off dismissively. “Tch, there’s no way you’ll get it out of me. Leave and just give up already.” Gun snickered back professing, “I love a challenge…” Gun crept closer to you, until his shadowy silhouette loomed over you. The shade shrouding your face caused you to turn your head back to him, but you didn’t expect his face to be so close to yours in an instant. “Do you really believe that I won’t make you say it?” You stared at him, slowly nodding in trepidation. “Is that so…?” From under your head, you felt him grab onto your chin, tilting your head up to face him straightforwardly. A gleam of cruelty from his souless eyes and his dimmed pupils stared back at you, making your knees weak and your heart rate to skyrocket. With a nervous gulp from you, Gun’s smirk turned to a wide diabolic grin before saying, “You better hang on for dear life, (Y/N). Because now, you’re at my mercy. And I won’t stop until I hear you utter those words, from that pretty little mouth of yours…” Trembling in fear underneath such a barbaric man, the last words that popped up in your head before being devoured by his very being was, I’m so fucked…

. . .

How long has it been since you and Gun have been in the shower? Thirty minutes? Forty-five minutes? An hour? No. It has been two hours, to be exact. The two of you forgot about the real-world around you, only divulging in each other’s presence. The shower was still on, drenching both of your bodies underneath its steaminess, while both of your bodies collided fervently. Kissing each other, licking each other, fondling each other, and tiring each other out until one of you calls it quits. Currently, Gun had you right where he wanted you. Mercilessly, his cock kept beating into your pussy without rest, which made you gasp and moan in felicity to no end. With his buff arms wrapped underneath your thighs, he pinned his hands onto the shower wall and held you up, fucking you against the wall as your legs held onto his arms strenuously. As your feet pointed up towards the ceiling, your arms embraced his rippled body, helplessly hanging onto him in despair. This man had been screwing you over and over again for over an hour, to the level of unhinged insanity. His phallus was undulated at the right spot, hitting your g-spot with a curve that makes your toes curl up in the air. Watching your head hanging backwards onto the wall and your eyes rolling back into your retracted eyelids, Gun smirked at the sight of your devastation and ruin. Pleased with himself at how raw he had been fucking you dumb, he goaded, “Oh my, would you look at that? Have you fallen into insanity? My lovely woman~ Fucked brainless until all I could hear are the sweet sounds of your mewling and purring, like a kitten. How cute. Remember what I told you? I said I’ll stop until I hear those words come out of your mouth. So, let’s try this again… Go ahead and tell me, (Y/N). What is it, that you’d like to say to me…?” With your mouth hung wide open, you uttered a shaky, “I…” Gun’s wicked smile expanded whilst wrecking your poor hole savagely, readily prying you with a, “Yes…?” It is at this moment, when your next words shall determine the outcome of your well-being. You could feel your bruised cunt pulsing and the knot inside of you enlarging, causing you to squirm in his grasp while you’re suspended against the wall. Gun could feel the tension building up inside of you, reverberating around his wood. He sensed himself bordering in on his sexual climax, the more that he kept thrashing his hips and his sex into you. Almost as if you were crying out in prayer, you finally marked your forced declaration of love for him, screaming, “YUZURU, I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!! YOUR LOVE IS ALL THAT I EVER NEED!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU DUMB FUCK!!!” In an almighty thrust, he plummeted his cock deep into your vulva and shot all of his jizz into you, filling you with his thick seminal fluid. An overflowing trail of his discharge gushed out in between your legs, in which Gun’s head tilted downwards to watch thick droplets of his seed drip out of your womanhood then onto the tiled floor for it to be washed away towards the drainer. Panting laboriously from pumping your brains out to the maximum high, he proudly brought his lips onto your forehead, rewarding you with a tender kiss because of his fulfilled request. With his lips still pressed onto your forehead, he murmured considerately, “That wasn’t so hard, now was it? Well, I’ll overlook that last bit and pretend you didn’t say such a thing. All in all, you’ve been so good to me, (Y/N). I knew that you’d be the only woman meant for me. I assure you, no one will ever take your place. From this day onwards, you’re mine. I’m the only one who you’ll have eyes for, and I’m the only one who you should admire, think of, and praise. No other man or woman should be in the back of your mind. You better remember that, or else…” Still feeling jittery from how hard he destroyed you, you answered him in a spiritless voice. “Y-yes… Yuzuru…” Gun extracted his lips from your forehead then smiled down at you in affection. “That’s my good girl. Now stand up.” 

His arms unshackled you, slowly dropping your feet onto the floor. Nevertheless when he let go of you to stand on your two feet again, your legs wobbled, feeling the pins and needles in your legs. “Ah-!” You gasped at how your legs couldn’t support your body, falling forward onto him with your body pressed against him again. Thankfully, Gun reacted quickly by catching you in his arms, wrapping around your waist steadily. Your hands compressed onto him, along with your face smushed carelessly against his chest. Drained from the abundant amount of instances that you two had intercourse, you were trying to pull yourself up from him but you still weren’t aware that he was restricting you from getting up properly. “Back in my arms so soon, (Y/N)? I didn’t think that you’d miss me THIS much.” You gazed up at his fiendish countenance then tried pushing him off of you in exasperation. “L-let go of me!” Gun’s arms twisted around your waist more snugly than before, bringing you closer to him, all in the purpose of riling you up again. He loved teasing you until you explode in rage, like a hissing feline. “Alright, if you say so.” Once you felt his arms release you, you were relieved for a second, but your freedom from him didn’t last long. Gun gave you a false sense of security, watching the expression on your face lose tension until his hands found your hips again then spun you around, piquing your eyes to increment in size due to his indiscretion. Struggling to prevent yourself from falling, your hands immediately went for the grab bar again, grasping it into your hands soundly. Looking around yourself to see where he’s at to give him a piece of your mind, you yelled out to him saying, “You bastard! What the hell was that for?!” Gun took you by surprise when he grabbed onto your inner thigh from beneath your left leg, then raised it up. You almost lost your balance when he did that, so you clung onto the steel bar like your life depended on it. When you redirected your attention back onto him, you blushed due to awkward position that he put you in. With your left leg hovering straight in the air and your right leg supporting your weight just by standing, you were even exposing your private to him, granting him the opportunity to behold your dirty parts. “Gu- I mean, Yuzuru, what are you doing?” Gun took his time to view your body before he said, “Hold your own leg up for me.” Hazily, you followed him by holding your left leg by your thigh without questioning him. This is so embarrassing. Why does he always have to put me in such uncomfortable positions like this? Your eyes stayed observant over him, eyeing him closely. As Gun lowered himself in front of your slick, he stroked his long loose strands of hair back to unveil his eyes even further. In spite of glancing at your bloodshot cheeks scorching your face, he grinned at you naughtily with his hand still holding his shiny black hair back, that had been sopping wet for quite some time now. At that angle, Gun gaped at your nudity in awe as he marveled under his breath. “What a beautiful sight to see. I should’ve known that this was the best angle to view all of your proportions. You’re a very stunning woman to behold…” Drawing his mouth closer to your heat while gripping your inner thigh in his hand, you objected saying, “What are you on about?! I-it’s… Embarrassing…” Gun surveyed your sheepish state from up above, entrapping your gaze onto his. Charmed by his enticing eye contact, you stared at him back as you awaited his reply, until he chaffed friskily, “What is there to be embarrassed about? I’ve already seen you undressed so many times by now, that I even fantasize about you…” Surprised by his confession, you asked in bewilderment, “Y-you, what?!” Gun smirked at your reaction, amused by every ounce of your bashfulness before replying openly, “Why are you so surprised? It’s not like you’ve never done it, or even thought about us having sex before…” 

After admitting his infatuation towards you, you watched as he licked your moist slit, gaining an erotic huff out of you. Retaliating to his licks on your crevice, you protested, “Shut up, I have not! Since when, you perv?!” Gun parted from your fissure saying, “Since the very beginning. Believe it if you may, but whatever I’m telling you is all factual. Plus, what did I tell you about being honest? Well whatever, it’s not like that’s going to matter anyways. Don’t stress too much over the lies that you’re spouting to yourself. Once I win that little challenge of yours, I’ll have you confessing to me about every little thing that lies in that tiny head of yours. Every deep and dark desire that you possess inside of your mind, will soon be found out by me…” You were puzzled at what he was talking about until you remembered the bet that you made with Gun that day… The day when you went missing. Jeering, you said satirically, “Oh, really? Well it’s not a bad thing to be all confident like you are now, Yu-Zu-Ru~ Because when I WIN, THEN I GET TO EAT EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING WHENEVER I WANT TO. Yeah, that’s right… FUCK. YOUR. RULES. You can go ahead and kiss my ass when I clean that bowl faster than your fucking dishwasher.” Laughing comically in front of his face, Gun sneered at your fearlessness as he responded with scornful warning, “I wouldn’t be laughing yet if I were you, (Y/N). Your courage is commendable, but your arrogance is laughable. Remember, our deal lasts for a whole week. Can you handle it?” His low blow jabbed right through your very soul, which caused you to flinch in hesitation. “What do you take me for, an idiot? If it’s a week, two weeks, or even A MONTH, I’ll for sure win that bet. Even if I accomplish it with my eyes closed.” Gun simpered coyly before replying, “We’ll see about that. I'm looking forward to having you as my personal slave. Ah yes, an OBEDIENT PET…”

Gun bowed his head onto your pussy lips to continue where he left off, leaving you to curse under your breath. Every flick of his tongue drove your mind into blanks, tormenting you with his heavenly licks. Heaving breathlessly, you whimpered at the fashion of how he was driving you mad with pleasure. He didn’t say anything when his tongue decided to inject itself through your layers. Exploring your deep cleft, he dictated that he’ll have a bit of fun with your core first before he whips his dick out for the finishing blow. As he monitors your responses to his tongue curving in every spot that made you lament the loudest, he would tease those spots to the brink of you exclaiming, “Ahhh, Yuzuru~!” and “Yuzuru- mmmm~!” When he felt your private starting to coil around his tongue, he took out his tongue from within you so he can stand up on his feet again. You peered at him cautiously, as he stuck his member inside of you with a single jolt of prominence. Gun didn’t waver at all, gouging your dense hole violently. With his cock being compressed by your overall tightness, he continued to thrust into you, all for the sake of engraving the shape and outline of his phallus within you. As he held onto your left leg firmly with both of his hands, he bucked his hips constantly into your womanhood, as his balls smacked your entrance every time his shaft budged into you with force. Marking you as if your body was meant to be engraved into the outline of his meat, Gun angled his face closer to your neck to stamp you with his mark. First kissing, then licking, and finally sucking, he planted a hickey onto your collarbone as a symbol of his ownership over you. Moaning at the sensation of pain and pleasure colliding with your senses, he never failed to give you his attention in the most direst of spots on your body. After carving a love-mark on your body, his lips traveled south, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses down your cleavage. To you, it was still impressive how he could multi-task, pleasuring a single spot while getting busy with the other. Over the course of turning you into a mewling mess, Gun’s mouth did many wonders to your body at such a limited amount of time. Twirling his tongue around your bud and sucking on it in cupidity, you bit your lip avidly due to the spike of how sensitive you've become. The way your body was reacting to him was amazing, crying for him as you tried to withstand his inhumane force onto you. Gun was untamed and unstoppable, ravaging you and molesting you with everything he’s got. From your caricature, he could visibly see the tears welling up in your eyes, which made him go even more feral than usual. In quick speed, he propped your left leg over his shoulder while he resumed to fuck you sideways. The hold that you had on the shower bar almost slipped, which resulted in your grip to strain, holding onto it for as long as it takes so he could finish inside of you once more. 

To satisfy the beast, as one might proclaim, can easily drain your energy. Not just his. You weren’t aware of the thoughts that were spiraling over his head at that moment. You didn’t know that the reason for his burst of energy and the reason for the flame inside of him to ignite even higher than before, was because of those simple words. Those words that spread the fire inside of him, like gasoline would when it comes in contact with a burning matchstick. That single declaration, that broadcasted your, “YUZURU, I LOVE YOU!”, was all it took for this man to go haywire. To lose his composure… To lose his stoical coldness… And to lose his one and only characteristic that defined him for who he is up until this point… His self-pride. It was you that took that all away from him. That snatched it all up with your kindness, your warmth, and your free spirit. But for some strange reason, he didn’t mind it at all. He was addicted to your kindness, your warmth, and that burning ferocity of yours, that he’d be willing to hold onto them for as long as he lived. Clearly, he is aware of what he must do at this moment. To sign his own ties with you in words. Meaningful words that expressed how he actually felt for you symbolically. Can he really do it though? He hasn’t done this before, and yet, this was the first time he’s ever been hesitant to tell someone about how he felt romantically. Well obviously, he’s never experienced ANYTHING romantic or anything else related to that field of soft mushiness. However, that doesn’t matter. It’s about damn time that he gets to reveal his honest thoughts to you, and he’s willing to do it right about now…

As he took a deep breath, he called out to you directly saying, “(Y/N), I have something to inform you, so listen closely…” His movements began to slow down, until they have stopped completely. You blinked in curiosity, studying his eyes that were shrouded with a new type of emotion that you’ve never seen from him before. Worried for Gun, you reached a hand out to his face and gently held onto the side of his profile. You then asked with your tone filled with concern, “Is there something wrong?” He sighed before removing one of his hands from your thigh to hold onto your hand in return. “There isn’t anything wrong…” You tilted your head in puzzlement before pressing him onwards asking, “What do you mean by that?” Gun stared at you with a long fixated gaze until he broke the silence saying, “(Y/N)… I love you.” You stared at him back with a poker-face as the words completely slipped into one ear, then came out of the other ear. Laughing tensely, you asked him hesitantly, “Umm… can you… repeat that… one more time…?” Gun stared at you back mutely until he gritted his teeth in annoyance as he spat back at you. “What more could you possibly want from me, woman? Didn’t you catch that the first time?! I told you to, LISTEN. CLOSELY. DIDN’T I?!” You squeaked in fear for only a small moment, yet you bounced back with the same amount of fight in you. “Oh yeah? Says the one who ‘must’ve forgotten’ whatever I said last night! And why is it so hard for you to repeat a line?! I SAID IT MORE THAN ONCE TO YOU, DUMBASS! AND YOU EVEN FORCED ME TO SAY IT TOO!! HOW UNFAIR IS THAT?!” Groaning in frustration, Gun facepalmed himself miserably while shaking his head before he gathered the courage to say such unfitting words again. “Alright, fine… I love you, (Y/N). There, is that better?” You shrugged while answering back teasingly, “I don’t know… doesn’t sound like you ‘meant it in THAT particular moment’ to me…” Gun couldn’t take it any longer with his pride being stepped on multiple times in one day. As if baring his fangs towards you, he was about to repeat his profession of love even more aggressively this time but was halted when you suddenly said with a huge compassionate grin, “I’m just kidding. I love you too, Yuzuru.” After declaring your love for him once more, you leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Gun’s eyes widened in bafflement, completely caught off guard with your returned profession for him. In his head, he pondered to himself thinking how it’ll take a while for him to get used to this. Even though he said it, he didn’t really know what it meant to “love” someone. What even is, “love”? It’s a bizarre concept that’s difficult for Gun to even register. How can he tell if someone is actually being honest about it? Does he have to beat it out of someone to know the truth? But he doesn’t want to hurt you, so how can he tell? How can he figure out when your words are truly genuine or not? How can he be certain that you’ll remain by his side? This was definitely unlike those times when he had to dispose of disloyal members from his clan. Whether it be a finger, an arm, or their head, Gun didn’t hesitate to punish, torture, and dispatch of them. On the contrary, this was a special circumstance. It aggravated him since, for the first time, he didn’t know what to do with himself in a situation like this. It was a constant clash of troubled judgement that he’d never experienced before. What should he even do, and how should he even act with you now? Will this issue be his downfall? Only the future could tell…

Intervening with Gun’s immersed contemplation, you snapped him out of his afflicted thoughts by saying, “So, um… when are you going to put my leg down? It’s starting to sprain.” Blinking a few times out of his foggy reverie, he was now caught staring at your face, that seemed to be waiting patiently for his response. He forgot that he had your leg plopped over his shoulder, in which he smirked, replying back with, “What do you mean, ‘when’? I’m not done with you yet.” Automatically, you felt his phallus grinding onto your dampened creases. The hood of his erected structure moved upwards, past your urethral opening then onto where your clitoris was located at. Hooking you in like a spellbound enchantment, he enamored you to moan for him again and again, exciting you by stimulating that spot even more. “Hah, Yuzuru~” The way your voice shifts into a softer tone than usual, emanating into a low voice that could barely be heard by only his ears within his vicinity never fails to stir his eros. Continuously rising, the volume of your voice turned into immoral wails calling out to him in need. “Agh~ Y-Yuzuru, please~! I c-can’t hold out m-much longer…” Gun fancied your sensual agony, like so. Heeding in on the nasty sounds coming from your glossy heat, he sneered at the view of your vagina reverberating in need from below his vision. “What happened to the ‘love dovey’ act that you mentioned? I thought you wanted do that with me. You’re even enunciating such filthy noises to me too… Is this it? Is this what you were referring to?” Yearning for his girth to infiltrate through your labium minora while simultaneously disagreeing with your body, you shook your head in denial. “N-no~!! This i-isn’t it! H-How can I- Hnnn~ d-do so if… you’re t-teasing m-me like th-this…?” Snickering at your stutters, he additionally noted on your sniveling as he murmured, “Even when you’re in denial, you’re still enjoying this. Consider being entirely honest for once, (Y/N). I know how you want to feel good as much I do. Your eyes and the way your body is reacting cannot fool me. More importantly, your mind can’t fool yourself. Allow me to further indulge you into my own world, and learn how to let go…” In that distinct juncture, he realized how there was never a dull moment with you. Your pleasured babbles would always animate Gun with such mania, that it always tips him off of his usual cool and unperturbed self. 

Pulling himself into you, as if drawn to your titillating sobs and that lewd face that you were presenting to him, Gun’s face crept up to the side of your ear, swathing the fallen locks of hair behind your ear only for a brief moment before returning one of his hands to grasp onto your leg. His hot breath tickled your ear, instigating a strong shiver down your entire body. Wincing at the feeling of your leg on his shoulder falling deeper into immobility, Gun whispered into your ear compellingly, “Don’t hide yourself from me. You know how much I love your voice when it calls out to me~” Taken aback from his next move, you felt his tongue graze your ear lobe longingly, taking his time to make you shudder. Whimpering at his touch, you probed, “You… t-told me to- Ahn~ …‘l-let go’, b-but… h-how c-can I- Mmmm~ …k-keep up with y-you… l-like this…?” Next came the next phase, as he became determined to explore more of his options to sate you. Still managing your gluttony under his authority, he advised, “You don’t have to keep up with me this time. Just let me take care of everything for you. I’ll make your body feel like it’s- No… It’s more than that…”  Feeling for his own base temporarily, his prong retired from your clit then repositioned itself right onto your opening. “I’ll SURELY send your body to heavenly paradise. The sensation that I’ll be giving you… The bliss that you’ll be granted access to… It’s for you. It’s all for you. I’ll do it all, just for you to feel my own soul to the very core.” W-what does he… mean by that? At that final notice, Gun forced his own sex into you. Back to the contact of his sexual organ submerged into your gripping heat, it glided right in without any troubles whatsoever, winning a grunt from him and a wail of gratification from you. His dive articulated sloppy sounds, due to the extensive secretion that surged within your snaggy vaginal walls from his catalyzing touches. Your body trembled at the sensation of his length fitting into you just right, occupying the capacity that you had to offer him. A complacent smile molded upon his lips, never ceasing to feel pleased every time he barges through your hot solitude. That tantalizing voice of his announced itself to you, calling you to fixate all of your senses on him by saying, “(Y/N), focus on me. Listen closely to my voice right now, and let it enshroud your very being. I’ll admit, I’m not precisely familiar with wording my thoughts and projecting them. However, I want you to unfold yourself to me. Entrust yourself only to me, and I’ll show you what you really mean to me through my own efforts.” Once his face retreated from the side of your ear, you looked into his eyes with commitment then nodded, confiding your livelihood to him at that very moment. 

If actions told a million words, then Gun’s definitely told a billion. As he began to plunge himself into you at a slower pace than what he’s normally used to, your hand relocated from your leg to the tattoos on his forearm. Grabbing onto him as if he’s your supportive cornerstone, he glanced at your hand on his arm, which incurred an exuberant grin out of him. The way his eyes met with yours made your heart skip a beat when he said in response, “Oh? Are you yearning for my touch as well? No wonder, I could feel your desire from over here. So needy~” When you saw his face drawing closer to yours, you wanted to do the same in return. Craving for more of his affection, you inched closer to his face until you seized his lips with a heartfelt kiss. As his lips gently pressed against yours, everything around you felt harmonious. The warmth of the water raining down on both of you, including the warmth from his body radiating onto yours, felt so perfect. This “rain” that was trickling down onto you and Gun, became the only rain that Gun favored, sensible to the fact that the motif of rain usually symbolizes melancholy wherever he goes. Right now, Gun was resonating in his own tranquil place. His own “happy place”. Hearing your crying, begging, and moaning like that was his addiction. His guilty pleasure though, would be having to fall for someone as perfect as you. To interact with you on a daily basis was one thing, but having to touch you and hold you in his arms was another. Just thinking about that incited Gun to believe how lucky he was to even meet you in the first place. Oh, how lucky he was to have found you in that alleyway that day…

For a lengthy period of time, you and Gun shared an extensive exchange of reverence. Your mouths twisted and crashed onto each other along with your tongues, never letting go. Your free hand was now resting on the back of Gun’s neck, since he grabbed onto your hand then placed it on that specific spot, enabling you to touch him however you see fit. Your hand climbed his nape as each finger swept upon his skin breezily, traversing through his wet bedraggled hair selfishly like a madwoman who had lost all self-control. Gun was a fond of the way you became defenselessly corrupted by him, seducing you into a never-ending jostle of lustful greed. In spite of having fallen into sin, there was now a stronger connection between the two of you, which was constructed by the overwhelming emotions of amour. Groaning into your mouth with one last breath of sentiment, Gun pried his lips away from yours to speak, as your intermingled saliva from both of you dissipated with one last needy moan from you in response. Gripping onto your leg sturdier than ever while stopping his sensually slow thrusts into you, he uttered, “Look into my eyes, and don’t resist me anymore. From now on, this is how I’ll be displaying my signs of- … ‘love’… to you. Tch, it’s a foolish word to even say in the first place. I don’t even know where to begin or how to wrap my head around such a cursed thing…” Spontaneously, you removed your hand from the back of his neck to hold onto the side of his face in a soft manner once more. He sensed your hand coming from his peripheral vision and permitted you to touch his face without having to stop you, adoring your gentleness silently as you peered up at him. Utilizing your forgiving eyes, you replied by saying, “If you can’t understand it, then let's go about this, one step at a time. To be honest, I’ve never experienced it with someone either. You are actually, my first… lover…” Your cheeks flushed shyly for a moment, which made Gun somewhat relieved that he could still keep his title of being your “First” in everything. Clearing your throat, you continued. “Ahem, anyways… I don’t know if you recall, but remember when I proposed the idea of experiencing romance with me?” He stared at you blankly before giving an affirmative nod. Proceeding with your point, you counseled, “This will be a learning experience for you and me, both. So… are you still willing to give it a try with me…?” It took Gun a minute to think about your proposal, until he finally answered back with a monotone, “So be it.” 

You were about to rejoice, but you didn’t expect him to suddenly resume his dirty movements. Yelping at the jolt of his member inside of you, he picked up the pace which influenced you to shift your hand from his face to his brawny shoulder. “Let go.” Your eyes widened in surprise as you asked him in a breathless, “W-what…?”, wondering if he had gone insane. Gun rolled his eyes slightly before heaving out, “I meant the bar, dummy.” Carefully setting down your leg that was previously pinned on his shoulder, he simultaneously grabbed onto your hand that was still gripping the shower bar then stationed it on his other bare shoulder. He cautioned, “Hold onto my shoulders, if you don’t want to fall.” Compelled by his assertiveness, you nodded, clutching onto his shoulders fixedly. Right when he felt you clasping your hands steadily onto his shoulders, he then grabbed a hold of both of your legs from under your thighs to lift you off of the ground, without giving you time for your leg to recover from paresthesia. Shrieking in surprise of his carrying and the numbing tingles of your leg getting to you, you immediately transferred your own arms around his neck while wincing from the uncomfortable feeling of your leg. Gun took a glimpse at your discomforting expression, as he reassured you soothingly. “Don’t worry, I’ll make this as quick as possible. Now, endure it to the best of your abilities.” Gliding his hands down onto the back of your knees methodically to reposition your entrance to where his prick was situated at, he resumed plowing his hardness into you but in this case, there was no room for “slow and steady”. While holding you up in the air, he rammed his erection into you, accelerating his speed as every minute passed by. Oppressively, Gun kept pounding into you, obtaining phonic discords of rhapsody that emerged from your mouth. Watching your face warp into ecstatic ruin, Gun consoled in your distress by cooing, “Yes, good. Just like that~ Give yourself into me, and let me take care of you. I’ll touch you and hold you as many times as you want me to. I’ll even give you anything and everything that you could ever have. You’re the only person who I want to spoil, and you’re the only woman who I’ll ever need. I don’t mean that solely because of how I laid my eyes on you as my next masterpiece. I mean it as my…” Gun paused for a few seconds, assessing his own words carefully. Thereafter, his eyes narrowed determinedly into yours as his cheeks were eventually painted in a slight hue of red before finally saying, “…my lover.” Displaying awkwardness from whatever he just told you, Gun’s own deliberation tugged something within his chest, which made him turn his head to the side and his eyes to wander in frustration at how silly he felt by saying words that were “out-of-place” for him. Although, it did lead him to feel some type of way which was, opening himself up to a new view of honesty. Only by a little bit. On the other hand, his profession pulled at your heartstrings, which triggered your heart to pump rapidly. You still couldn’t believe how soft he had gotten, especially with those words that he just spilled to you. You, of all people, got the rare opportunity to hear such words come out of Jong Gun Park, himself! Actually, no. Not “Gun”. His name, at this very moment, is- 

“Yu… zuru… y-you don’t… have to… g-give me… everything… f-for m-me to… love you…” Extending your hand out to feel the side of his chiseled facial features, you tilted his head back towards you by holding him on the side of his sharp jawline. Enforcing him to look straight into your eyes, you gave him a tender smile then announced, “I-I’m a-already grateful… th-that y-you… th-think of me… as y-your… lover too… You d-don’t need to… give m-me… a-anymore g-gifts, b-because… y-your love already… m-makes me… h-happy inside…” Reacting to your gratification, Gun suddenly felt another yanking feeling coming from his chest, jerking inside of him like a small ball bouncing off of his ribcage. What is this heftiness? This, unusual sensation of wholeness that’s impacting him so greatly… Your smile, and your dialogue made him feel contentment, as if he needn’t bother with anything else. If Gun had to describe what he was feeling right now, then he would’ve addressed how your unity with him made him feel a sense of completeness. It was strange to experience such a tranquil emotion. But, feeling this way might not be so bad, he pondered. Besides his heart reacting to you, his rig rebounded as you felt it solidify in your, already stretched-out defenses. When he expanded in size, your spine bent backwards, feeling him inflate your guts more than it possibly can originally. Gun’s hold on your legs grew harsher, as he began to fuck you like his life depended on it. Crashing his stiff root into your core sporadically, you howled in hyper-stimulated blusters, which led you to beg him to, “W-wait, Yuzuru- AHHHH~! S-slow down!! Y-you’re… t-too… rough~!!!” He grunted in between your weeping then snarled, “Don’t you fucking quit on me, (Y/N). You’ve taken me so many times already, and now you can’t handle me fucking you? This is because of your doing, by the way. Be responsible for once, and take my dick like the good girl that you should be!” Each powerful gouge into your depths channeled every fierce emotion out of him through his monstrosity of a private. Every slam, every pound, and every bash you’ve received from his manhood drained all feelings of divine euphoria from within you, as if returning his actions of intimacy with the responses that your body is unleashing to him. The more that he carved himself into you, the greater the high tide of your climax was advancing. Feeling your pair of legs trembling in his hands and your interior convulsing around his sex organ, Gun growled huskily at the sublime pleasure of his knob being wedged in by your heavenly innards, that he too felt that he was coming close to his own ejaculation. “Yuzuru…” When Gun’s attention was attracted to you in an instant when he heard the sound of his name being called by that beautiful voice of yours, he asked impatiently, “Yeah?” Your eyes glistened up at him then trailed down to his lips. Gun was curious to see where this would go, as he decided not to interrogate you and to observe you quietly instead. While you gradually closed the gap between you and him, your lips mashed onto his, taking in his glazed lips for a sweet kiss. Gun kissed you back with the same amount of craving as yours, presenting his appreciation for you in a long fiery kiss. Your lips separated from his smoothly, as you felt the urge to say, “I love you, Yuzuru.”, one last time. Gun’s expression softened at your meaningful words. His pupils enhanced to focus on your gorgeous face, in which he returned an, “I love you too, (Y/N).”, in a more poised manner. With a final plunge of his dick into your sunken pussy, his lovecream ejaculated into you for an additional time, stuffing you with his own milky seed. Quivering at how full your insides felt from the multiple creampies that he had been giving you, you heard him groan into you, loading you with every volume that he could offer. The both of you were left panting and gasping for air over your intimate exchange in lovemaking. 

Still trembling at how his huge load oozed out of you like a cream filled donut, Gun stared deep into your eyes still recollecting himself from the sexual workout he had done on you. Finally, he gave a charming grin saying in praise, “As expected, you did well as usual, (Y/N). I’m proud of you for being such a good girl. But this time, you’re not just ‘a good girl’. You’re MY good girl. So, congratulations. You’ve earned my praise and my 'love'.” He sneered at the way how he emphasized the word "love", which made you roll your eyes at him playfully. “Oh shut up, I already know you’re going to use that word ‘love’ against me now.” Gun chuckled, replying back with, “That won’t be the only thing that I’ll use.” Raising a slight eyebrow at him, he leaned his face closer to your neck then gave you a dampened kiss on your neck, causing you to sigh into his ear while taking in his masculine scent from his hair, which always makes you go crazy. When he heard you let out a pleased sigh, he smirked presumptuously then murmured as his lips pressed against your neck. “You’re now mine, after all. That means I get to do anything I want with you. I get to please you and touch you whenever. I know you wouldn’t mind if I were the one to do it to you~” While planting a few kisses down your neck, you scoffed while rolling your eyes. You knew his seductive tricks far too well, as you continued to resist him once again by replying to him sarcastically, “Oh I do mind QUITE a lot, actually. And to correct you, I think you meant that you want to toy with me whenever you want. Am I wrong? I currently have no idea. I could be delusional here…” Hearing him chuckle evilly at how well you knew his antics sent shivers down your spine. Departing from your attractive collarbone, his face lit up in pure amusement at your jesting, portraying that wicked grin on his handsome profile. “Don’t get too sassy on me, (Y/N). Did you forget that I have your body in my possession?” Your boldness eventually faded, in which edginess was replaced into your psyche. Oh shit, I forgot he’s still carrying me. 

Gradually trying to warm up to his good side, you meticulously negotiated pleadingly. “Soooo… Gun- I mean, Yuzuru… God, I’m still trying to get used to the new name change. Um, can we just forget about the little charade that we’ve gotten ourselves into, and just… call it truce? If you want, I’ll even help clean yourself up for you! Yeah, I don’t mind doing it! It’ll be like having your own little helper! Oh- and, I can help you wash your hair for you, your face, your bod-…” Your voice trailed off into muteness when you’ve realized what you were about to say. What am I even offering him?! It definitely sounds like one of those weird invites from those shady spas back in Kabukicho. Ugh, what the hell, (Y/N)…? Gun let out a small titter at your ridiculousness. You sensed him languidly lowering you down back onto the ground securely. Though, he did so carefully, aware of the condition of your legs that must be numbing. Whimpering at the excruciating tingling in your legs, by instinct, you instantly fastened your arms over Gun’s broad shoulders as your clinging arms then surrounded his neck. Due to how unbearable it felt, you grimaced in distress while turning your head downwards focusing on your flimsy legs struggling to keep themselves up. As it happened, you felt his hands brush alongside your sides, stopping on your hips and holding onto them thoroughly. His strong grip on your hips roused you to center your attention back onto his face. At the focal point of both of your concentration, you were absorbed in his bewitching gaze until he broke the tension with, “Hold onto the support on the wall first.” You blinked out of your trance then nodded, adhering to his directive. He guided you to the shower bar while you limped your way over to it until he saw you release him then grab onto it instead. His hands let go of you in exchange as he started to walk away from you. Worriedly, you raised your voice in agitatiion enunciating while wincing at the sense of numbing, “Hey! Where are you going?! Ack- Are you just going to leave me here???” Gun verbalized back aloud saying, “I’m not going anywhere, if that’s what you’re so concerned about. I’m going to start the bath for us and grab some things first. So just be quiet, and stay there.” Reacting to his explanation, you released a “Hmph.”, watching him leave the shower. 

Dripping in all his godliness, you watched Gun turn on the faucet to the bathtub outside of the shower, letting the bathtub fill itself up. He then made his way to the lavish sink on the side of the room and grabbed a bunch of liquid body soap and a tall bottle of shampoo. Walking back towards the bathtub, he opened mini bottles of liquid body soap one by one, then emptied them into the tub for it to settle and swirl with the water. Disposing of the empty bottles afterwards, he had a bottle of shampoo in his hand, returning back towards you in the shower. Taking your hand in his and plopping the bottle into your hand, you asked, “How will this help with my legs?” Gun replied snappily with a, “Shut up and hold it for now.” Irritation filled your mind, denting the bottle with a tight clenching grip. Crabbily, you argued, “And why the hell should I- …”  Quieting down, you stared at him as he suddenly kneeled before you on one knee, then took a hold of your left leg in his hands. Your face looked at him in puzzlement mixed with a tad of exasperation. Blushing, you asked him in fluster, “What are you… doing…?” Gun’s hands started to knead your leg, massaging from the calves first, making his way up your leg. Responding to your cowering without having to turn his attention onto you, he replied simply by spouting, “What does it look like, I’m doing? I’m helping you alleviate the numbness that you’re feeling right now. Don’t you ever think? No wonder you’re always so clueless whenever we converse, the majority of the time.” Your fist on the bottle fastened even tighter than ever, as you hissed back at him. “The reason why I’m ‘clueless’ most of the time is because you never tell me straightforwardly of what plans you have in mind! How should I know what you’re thinking of, all the time? I’m not a psychic!” Gun scoffed, feeling up your leg to your joints as he kept massaging your tensed muscles. “Had the concept of ‘common sense’ slipped your mind? I’m guessing it must have, knowing how bird-brained you can be sometimes for not thinking. Also, has it ever occurred to you, (Y/N), that I do such things in return because I truly believe that you deserved to be rewarded?” You stared at him in offense as you scowled, “Oh, NOW we’re back to the animal theme! ‘Bird-brained’ huh? Haha, wow. I guess you could even add in the dog characteristic from before, too. After all, I ‘deserved to be rewarded’, right?” Gun immediately answered back with, “That’s not what I meant.” 

It took you by surprise that he had to withdraw his words like that, since you expected him to add onto your claim which usually led to an unending feud of harsh words. “Then, what did you mean by that?” Gun sighed feeling peeved. Still focusing on your leg, he responded bluntly, “I mean, you’re a woman capable of obtaining and handling certain things that others cannot. You’re braver than many, you’re focused, and you’re strong enough to withstand me and your training. Isn’t that already enough for you to conclude that you deserve greater things as well?” You didn’t know what to say as you gawped at him wordlessly, flattered by the nice words that spewed from him. You stuttered shyly, “I-I don’t… kn-know what to say. Th-that’s actually… very sweet of you to say-” Interrupting your monologue, Gun said sharply, “Didn’t you say that you were going to help clean me up? Hurry up, and wash my head already. I bet you were going to just stand there motionlessly, and not do anything while I slave away here, weren’t you?” Can’t this guy give me a break already?! Ruining the moment, you silently let go of the bar then opened the lid of the shampoo bottle to get a palm-size of the liquid in your hand. After getting a handful of it in one hand, you closed the bottle then dropped it by your feet with a loud plonk, not caring if it even landed loudly onto the tile floor. Muttering to yourself in profanities targeted towards him, you lathered the shampoo in both of your hands first before you decided to spread it out onto his head. Underneath the downpour of water, you smoothed out his hair back from the front of his widow's peak for him with one hand before you started to scrub his hair for him… HARD. 

While scrubbing his head harshly, white soapy suds started to bubble into his hair, as the scent of lavender filled your nostrils from the smell of the shampoo. The scent was supposed to inspire relaxation, but… there was no room for that in this current situation. You made sure to dig your fingers into his scalp, pressing his head brutally with your rough pressured massaging. In a fake empathetic tone, you clawed into his head asking, “So, how am I doing so far? Is it- URGH, alright?” Gun crooned as his hands traveled upwards onto your thigh, saying, “Yes, it feels nice. Go deeper.” Deadpanned, you stared at him in disbelief now yelling inside your head. WHAT? HE WANTS ME TO SCRUB HIM EVEN DEEPER?! I’M USING ALL MY STRENGTH HERE, AND THAT’S NOT ENOUGH?! DOES THIS MAN NOT FEEL ANY PAIN AT ALL?! Geez… I might as well bash his head in, if he tells me to do it even further. Running your fingers through his hair, you kept washing his hair, scratching through his scalp trying to get rid of the excess soap from his head and rinsing out all of the shampoo. You didn’t notice how Gun’s massage on your leg was actually effective. The uncomfortable feeling in your left leg was fading, and only the sensation of his hands were all that you felt, regaining your sense of touch on it. Eventually, from hearing your reflexively relaxed sighs, he stopped fondling your left leg and removed his hands from it to switch to the other leg. Your right leg for sure, was still an issue. As you flinched in response to his handling, you groaned in discomfort, resulting in him to stress his hands even more onto your leg. “Stop whining, and bear with it. The only way to deal with your paresthesia is to face the uncomfortable feeling head on without any complaints. You won’t get rid of it, if you don’t endure its repercussions.” Gritting your teeth in discontent, you inhaled deeply through your nose, as you continued to rinse his hair.  

From where you were standing, you could still smell the scent of lavender wafting from underneath you, where his head was. Who knew that such a man would actually be this considerate to me? Staring at his relaxed face made your heart throb involuntarily, silently adoring his attractive visage and the way he was absorbed in treating your right leg. How can he make my heart skip a beat without having to do anything or say anything? He really does bring many wonders, doesn’t he? A small smile materialized on your face as your fingers combed through his moppy hair, now glistening clean with no foam in sight. Behind his head, you ruffled through his hair, swishing your hand from the bottom of his head all the way to the top. While you were busy making sure that his head was cleaned thoroughly, you calmly observed him as his hands massaged your knee for you. Instantly, a lightbulb lit up from above your head as you thought of a question to ask him. Disrupting the peace, you called him, “Gun?” His eyes drifted up onto yours phlegmatically. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head immediately denying, “Oh, no, no, nothing’s wrong!” He fixed his gaze onto you seriously before saying, “Then what is it? Spit it out already.” You took a deep breath then asked, “Why do you want me to call you ‘Yuzuru’ all of a sudden?” Gun had to think for a minute before he had to articulate how to explain himself for that. Clearly, he ventilated, “It’s because I trust you. There is no one in this world whom I’ve dedicated myself to, until you came along. I’ve mentioned this before, but you’ve already proven that you’re trustworthy. However, currently, it’s not just how trustworthy you are or how loyal you’ve become. It’s how I think of you and I think you’re more than that. Explicitly, I believe that you’re truly special to me, (Y/N).” The pounding of your heart became more resonant, as your face glowed in all of its rosiness. Gun’s eyes optimized a bit at how beautiful you look from above, with your cheeks brightening vibrantly, like an eloquent rose blooming. As your hands rested on top of his head, you looked away bashfully, not able to hold your eye contact with him at how embarrassed you felt from how you reacted to his appreciation for you. “Do you… really think so…?” Gun plainly nodded. “Of course. Why? Do you doubt me?” You objected in a rush, rotating your head to shake your head at him again swearing, “No, of course not! I just… never had anyone flatter me like that before. To be honest, ever since I came to Korea, my life has changed drastically. Don’t get me wrong, I meant that in a good way! However, since I met you and stayed with you, I learned many things from you. Like learning how to fight and defend myself, learning how to do ‘girly’ things, and learning how to enjoy life more. But most importantly, I learned how to trust and rely on someone, other than my own mother. And, for the first time, I even learned how to love someone. I learned… how to love you, Yuzuru.” 

Time around you and Gun seemed to have slowed down. Water from the shower-head poured down onto the both of you in slow motion, hitting your bodies with small splatters. Your pair of eyes twinkled while his glistened back to yours, as the two of you stared at each other in passion. Gun was unsure of what to say next, but he could feel the tension of strong emotions expelling from you and himself. Smiling down at him warmly, you pushed his hair back for him by raking your feelers through his rinsed tresses from the top of his head. After that, you smoothed out his hair behind his ears, revealing his sharp sideburns on either side of his head. Giggling at your finishing touches on his hair, you proudly said, “There you go, all done! I don’t think I’ve ever told you this in front of your face before, but you really do look like a movie star. I mean, your wet hair smoothed out like this? You really look like a star-studded, movie actor who just finished a scene where you jumped off a bridge and landed into the ocean!” Gun chuckled at your absurdity, replying with, “You flatter me, (Y/N). I’d never think in a million years that you’d say such a ludicrous thing to me…” At that instance, his hands grazed down your right leg smoothly until they stopped right above your ankle. Lifting your foot off the ground for only a brief moment, you gasped frantically as your hand immediately went for the shower bar, afraid that you might fall due to the disruption of your center of gravity. He held your foot by the sole in one hand, while the other grasped onto your heel. Rattled by his haziness, you asked, “What are you-“ Just then, you witnessed him bring the top of your foot close to his face, then laid his lips on top of your foot to seal a kiss. Stupefied by his actions, you couldn’t say a single word whatsoever. It was like he stunned you with some sort of invisible taser, leaving you paralyzed and unable to move in shock. As your mind illuminated in epiphany, you couldn't fathom how distinguished he looked and how charming he was, bowing in front of you like a flattering prince. Actually, claiming Gun as a "prince" wasn't suitable, you thought. More like, a "king", was more befitting for his stature. A king who's harsh towards others, yet benevolent only to his one and only queen. Seeing that your mouth was gaped wide open in bewilderment, Gun smirked at your expression, dignifiedly entertained by your reaction as he said whimsically, “What are you so surprised about? Am I not allowed to show my affection for you?” Your voice shrunk into a mousey tone as you replied back to him saying, “N-no. I was just caught off guard, Gun. I mean- Yuzuru. Shit…” Gun produced a diverted laugh. Seeing how baffled you were by his kiss on your foot, he suggested, “If you’re still conflicted about which name to call me by, then you can call me by whatever name that pleases you. However…” His eyes focused on you roguishly as he provocatively warned, “…I’ll make you scream ‘Yuzuru’ in bed whenever I want to. And you get no say in that matter, whatsoever. Understand?” 

Your heart began to pump wildly, going into overdrive, all out of control. Gulping nervously, you thought to yourself at how insane Gun really is. I swear to the heavenly beings above, that this man really is The Devil himself. Too flustered to even reply back directly, you reacted on impulse as your leg kicked sideways, catching him by surprise while doing so. As he saw you put your own foot back onto the floor, his lips developed into a wide vexatious grin. “I see your leg must be good to go then, if you’re able to move it so freely.” Reaching for the bottle of shampoo on the floor, he then stood up properly on both of his feet. Right when he fixed his posture, he took your hand and placed the bottle of shampoo back into it again. Confused, you enunciated, “But I already washed your ha- HEY!” Astounding as his actions may be, he left you flabbergasted as he suddenly scooped you up into his arms, carrying your whole entire body bridal style. You glanced at him dubiously but with a slight feeling of anxiety, fearing for whatever might happen next. Walking towards the shower-head to turn it off himself with you still cradled in his arms, Gun took a glimpse at how you were doing below him and seeing that glare of yours with a hint of fear in your eyes made him boom in laughter while shaking his head, pleasurably enjoying your reactions every time he did something drastic. “Relax, I’m not going to have you killed. Why don’t you put a bit of faith in me, hm?” You lightly smacked him on his chest while blurting out loud, “Gun, you jerk! How can I ‘relax’ if you do something out of the blue like that?!” He walked out of the shower and soon, stopped right in front of the bathtub. Looking down at the tub below, you faltered in a small, “O-oh…” Gun shook his head while muttering in a judgmental banter, “I swear, you always overreact over the littlest things…” Before you could even protest, he carefully set you down into the tub filled with warm soapy water then turned off the faucet of running water. Beside the faucet, you set the bottle of shampoo down on the flat surface of the tub before you started getting used to the water taking in your volume. The calming contact of the small frothy bubbles surrounding your body and the warmth of the water that your body was submerged in felt so nice, that it made you sigh happily. Sitting on the side of the tub with your arms hugging your knees, Gun finally let himself in, getting into the tub with you by sitting across your voluptuous frame. 

Leaning himself back onto the edge of the tub, your eyes peeped at his statuesque body along with his well-proportioned arms and his perfectly etched facial features. Gun smirked, catching you checking him out while running his fingers back through his lustrously sleek hair before propping his elbow onto the edge of the tub. He beckoned for you to come closer with a swift gesture of his hand, luring you in with his commanding, “Come over here, (Y/N), and sit beside me.” He knew that you couldn’t say no, as you scooted yourself over to him, then sat yourself right next to him. Nonchalantly, Gun slung his arm around you and pulled your body closer towards him, enforcing you to lean your figure onto him. You were hesitant to embrace him at first, but you decided to allow yourself to do whatever felt right to you. Inching even closer to him, your arms enshrouded his body as you began to cuddle up against his mighty physique. He angled his face southwards to view your arms encircled around him while you leaned your head onto his chest. Smiling fondly at your serenity, he placed his hand on your head then gently stroked the back of your head dotingly, which caused you to close your eyes at how pleasant he was caressing you. The tranquility in Gun’s head was suddenly interrupted when a thought in his mind fabricated, ruining his relaxation time. 

Groaning in frustration and facepalming with a troubled, “Fuck…”, you directed your gaze onto him and asked concernedly, “What’s the matter?” An afflicted impression from his eyes immediately told you that he was bothered by something, which made him reply, “I apologize, (Y/N). I have to call Dr. Ahn right after we’re done here, to prescribe you another After-Pill. Since we had unprotected sex again, then you have to take another-“ You immediately intervened as you assured him, “No, no, it’s okay! You don’t have to!” Gun’s eyes fixated onto you in a sinisterly foreboding manner, responding in suspicion, asking, “What do you mean by, I ‘don’t have to’? Are you saying that you want to have my child?” Gasping in hysteria as your face scorched in all of it’s glowing redness, you instantly shook your head while shouting, “NO, NO, THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT! I’M NOT EVEN READY FOR THAT YET!!” Gun’s face altered into a scowl. Leaning closer to your face, he snapped back, “THEN OUT WITH IT ALREADY! WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT?!” A heavy sigh spurted from your mouth as you shouted, “I’VE BEEN TAKING BIRTH CONTROL PILLS SINCE I KNEW THAT WE’D BE DOING IT NOW, SO STOP ASKING AND SHUT UP ABOUT IT ALREADY!!!” His eyes widened in shock, trying to process what he just heard. Eventually, he recovered from his train of thought when he started to chuckle nastily, like a sociopath. “I had a feeling that she was the right doctor to have you checked by. That Dr. Ahn, always one step ahead…” Laughing warily, you reluctantly agreed with him, nodding by replying, “Haha, yeah… Right…” 

You were about to release him from your embrace so you could get the shampoo and wash your own hair yourself, but you didn’t notice that his other hand already got a hold of your bicep from underneath the cloudy, saponaceous water. You tried to tug your arm away from his grasp multiple times, but to no avail, you were indeed stuck. “So, (Y/N)…” he calmly said, in a slow interrogative tone, “You mentioned something about… taking birth control pills…?” Oh no, I don’t like the way he’s speaking to me. You replied with a prudent, “Y-yeah…?” Gun’s eyes loomed over you, shooting your eyes with great ferocity.  “And you mentioned that you KNEW that 'we’d be doing it’…? Did whatever I heard… sound correct to you…?” You nodded once more, while silently praying in your head that he’ll let go of the subject soon. “Yes…?” Gun stared at you in such an intimidating fashion, that you were afraid that if you cut the eye contact, then he’ll eventually pounce. Your heart began to palpitate quickly, increasing in pace as every second passed by. Not once, did you part from his eyes. You didn’t know how long he was silently peering at you in such a fearsome way, but you could’ve sworn that you felt a trickle of sweat dripping from the side of your temple. Or was that just a drop of water? You couldn’t tell. 

Finally, Gun broke the uncomfortable silence as he said lowly, “If you were taking it all along, then why didn’t you bother informing me of this sooner? I thought you said that you trusted me.” An apologetic expression formed on your face as your heart sank due to the guilt that you felt from the sign of disappointment coming from the tone of his voice. “I’m sorry, Gun. I didn’t tell you, not because I wanted to spite you. God, of course not. It’s because you already had a lot going on in your plate, and I didn’t want to bother you anymore with my own health or else it’ll just bring you down. Dr. Ahn mentioned some side effects from the medication that I’m taking, but don’t worry. I’m okay! I thought you must be stressed these past few weeks, so I wanted you to focus on your work and on the plan that you have regarding me helping your future successor. Also, you’re right. I should’ve told you earlier. I’m really sorry…” Listening to your apology, only made him adore you even more. Gun thought, how can someone be so selfless for him? He doesn't understand. “(Y/N), you fool. How can you put my issues first, rather than your own health?” He didn’t realize how pressuring it was for you to keep your own issue to yourself, which caused him to shroud his arms around you, holding you dearly within his embrace. “Gun…” A comforting smile displayed on your face, as you buried your face into his chest. Hugging him back tightly, you felt his chin rest on top of your head as he explained, “I want you to know that it’s my responsibility to watch over you. After all, you’re not just my masterpiece who I’ll sculpt with my very hands, but you’re now considered to be my partner. Remember, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Thankful for his support, you snuggled against him contently. The benevolence sensed between you two was already plentiful. As you were caught in the hushed moment of Gun’s comfort, you were piqued by an unexpected, “Although…”

Although…?

You felt Gun’s chin pry from the top of your head. With worry, you pushed yourself off of his chest lightly, then sloped your head up to link with his eyes. Oh, god. Right when you laid your eyes on him, your heart began to race restlessly. Those eyes… It was those eyes again. The ones that made you weak and helpless. The eyes that made you shrink back into such a feeble state, that you knew that you couldn’t escape from him even if you wanted to. Those nefarious, dark eyes of his… now belonged to a beast. A merciless monster who had captured the prey that belonged only to him. Trembling in his arms, you called out to him nervously. “G-Gun…?” His hold around you exponentially grew even tighter, straining you in his arms. “Gun! What the hell-“ He didn’t let you finish your sentence as he forced his lips onto yours, kissing you aggressively. His tongue played with yours, sucking and biting onto it lightly, generating a groan from you. You placed your hands on his chest to try and push him away, but your strength wasn’t enough to get him off of you. Immediately, his mouth bolted away from yours, leaving you gasping for air as if he just sucked the life out of you. Panting madly, you frowned saying, “W-what… the FUCK was that for?!” 

“This is the start to your punishment.”

Your eyebrows scrunched up, appalled by his response.

“I’m… sorry?”

Gun’s mouth shaped into a perverse smirk, turning his whole entire countenance into one, that belongs to a dashing villain. Reeling you back onto his body, his arms remained blanketed around your figure. Domineering himself onto you, he smothered his lips onto your neck, kissing you temptingly which provoked erotic moans to leave your mouth.

“Gun, sto- Ah~!”

Feeling his hot breath on your skin, he murmured “Do you really want me to stop here, with our little operation underway?” Scoffing, he progressed, “Hah, my naughty girl. I won’t do that to you, no… You KNEW that we’d be doing this, right? You even said it yourself, don't deny it. If you knew, then I would gladly do you the favor and make it happen for you. You know, I’d grant you whatever you want. However, this time, I think you’ve sinned too much (Y/N). Now, that won’t do. I think, you deserved to be punished. Yes, that is what I shall do for you…”

As Gun continued to ravish your neck, you closed your eyes then turned your head away from him, trying to withstand his diabolical punishment. Biting your bottom lip, you silently squealed at the way he was kissing and licking your neck. Oh god, how far is he willing to go with this?

“Learn how to resist temptation, (Y/N). If you still can…”

Gun’s cold laughter echoed loudly, reverberating around the room in all its thundering resonance. This jackass can just go fuck himself. He’s obviously having fun, torturing me right about now. With one final prayer, you gritted your teeth while you chanted in your mind desperately…

Dear God, please give me the strength to get me through this… Ugh, why did I have to fall for such a cruel man? 

[End of Ch. XII]

[winterwump]

Gun Relationship Ramblings

I like to think that Gun is the main problem in all his past relationships. And he’s aware of that too. Goo won’t let him forget lol.

But at the same time, Gun doesn’t care in the slightest. He knows that he’s toxic to the MAX. When Goo taunts him about how he can’t keep a relationship for more than a year,

Gun is like: “They couldn’t handle me, that’s their problem”

And whole time, Gun was either neglecting their s/o, being too possessive, or just flat out cheating on them.

I don’t think Gun is cut out for serious relationships in general and that makes him hotter tbh

Gun IS this meme of Future:

[shegxox]

unsaid | lookism

in which you receive a midnight guest in the middle of your stream

notes: curse words , reader is a "rising" streamer, gotta censor some titles like in the manhwa lmao

wc:

a.n: i have no idea what the heck happened towards the end, this red flag is rotting my brain, please send hel–

next :

YOU glared at the large flat screen of your monitor, eyes slowly getting red with bags under your eyes getting darker.

"We're not stopping until I get out of iron, chat." You rasped, looking intensely at your computer. "These fucking smurfs!"

Another round lost for the fifth time.

You started streaming and playing v*lorant four hours ago at 8 p.m and honestly? You were having a blast! But then, you entered competitive.

When it comes to other games, you're as swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon, and have the strength of a raging fire. You were deemed a genius in certain games due to your fast critical thinking and strategies.

But then, v*lorant came, and suddenly. . . you're a blind person who dodges on-screen bullets in real life like a complete idiot.

You suck at playing first-person shooting games, and in this one? It was like you were playing a horror game instead. You'd violently flinch whenever the sound of the sniper gun would go off and kill you, the footsteps coming in close to your way were unnerving, and the jumpscares– oh god, the jumpscares.

Though despite all that, this game is hella addicting. Addicting to the point where you even dream about it in your sleep.

"Give me a week, you guys." You spoke to your virtual audience. "I promise to get aces when I finally–!"

Suddenly, you heard a loud bang coming from the other side of your room followed by what seemed to be glass shattering. The sudden noise made you jump slightly from your seat and dart your head towards the sound.

"What." You blurted out, going silent as your chat started to flow with worried messages, hearing the unsettling sound as well.

Yup, that's how loud it was.

Woah what was that

Did someone break in?

Oh no, lock your door!

Please stay safe.

Call the police!!

You narrowed your eyes, eyebrows furrowing slightly as you wondered what the initial noise was. Besides the glass crashing, the first one didn't sound like something falling over, instead, it sounded like–

'Shit'

"Sorry guys." You apologized as you started to exit the game. "Looks like we're not grinding tonight, I'll see you all in the next stream."

Without bothering to look at the responses, you ended your stream and turned off your camera as well as your pc.

Taking off your headphones, you stood up from your seat and quietly made your way out of your room– slowly opening the door as you do.

It was silent, you could only hear the soft ticking of the clock with the hallway leading to the living room shrouded with darkness. You stood on your tiptoes before creeping your way to the living room, and just before you could turn the corner, you switched on the lights.

Immediately seeing a broken vase on the ground, you peeked through the corner and felt your breath instantly get hitched at your throat. Eyes widening from the unexpected sight as you revealed yourself from behind the wall.

It was a man, he was shirtless and sat comfortably on the couch with his arms and knees sprawled out as if he owns the place, head thrown back at the back rim of the couch.

"Gun??" You breathed out in disbelief. "The fuck you doing here?"

"Is that how you greet your guests?" He utters nonchalantly. "No complimentary wine or anything?"

You gave him a deadpan look, "This is my apartment, not a hotel."

He lifted his head from its position and looked at you from his seat. His left eyebrow quirked, glasses turning white from the light's reflection.

"What the hell are you wearing?" He questioned as if offended by your clothes. Even with that stupid anime glasses flare effect you could tell he just eyed you up and down like you were some peasant.

"How dare you," You squinted your eyes as you started to approach him slowly. "You break into my home, smash my precious vase, and dare insult my Pikachu onesie?"

You stood before him, looking down at his face.

"You wanna die?"

Gun feigned a sigh, "You've been away from me for almost a year, and look what happened to your fashion sense."

Your left eye twitched.

'This mother fu–'

"Weren't you the one who told me to always look good on every occasion?" His lips tugged into a smug smirk. "Such a shame."

"Ya." You called out, a vein popping on the side of your head. "If you must know I was just streaming earlier, just how the fuck did you find me and–"

Your eyes trailed down to his bare chest.

". . . Dude, my couch is white what the hell."

It was just then that you noticed a huge slash across his chest with fresh blood dripping from the wounds.

"You care about the couch more than me?"

"Oh, of course not, you're my baby girl." You answered with sarcasm dripping your tone. "Who cares if the cleaner becomes suspicious of me after seeing blood on my couch and started accusing me of murder."

"Damn, you still talk too much."

"And you're still ugly."

You sighed before turning your back, making your way to the kitchen.

"Who did you fight this time?"

Gun raised an amused brow, "Weren't you gonna ask how I found you?"

"What, nooo." You then said in a dramatic tone, "How could I ask that when my baby girl is bleeding to death!"

"Ya, stop with that nickname."

"My baby girl should always come first." You teased in a monotone voice as you pulled out a first aid kit from a cabinet. You then went back to where he was and plopped down on the couch next to him.

"Spill."

"It's none of your business."

"Then why are you even here." You took out the disinfectant, pieces of cotton, and a tweezer.

"Free patch up." Gun replied curtly

You suck your teeth, left eyebrow quirking briefly as you shrugged nonchalantly.

"Touché." You held up the cotton dipped in disinfectant with your tweezers before bringing it close to his wound. "Better start talking to distract yourself, this will sting like a bitch."

". . ."

You dabbed the cotton gently.

"Get this–" Gun started to talk, feeling that familiar sting as you started to clean his wound. Though he had gotten used to it, talking does get him distracted from the pain, he doesn't mind getting less pain from his treatment.

He started to talk about this crew called Hostel, a bunch of runaway kids who live in an old building loving together as a family. Gun then proceeds to rant about this particular guy named Eli whom he tried to take under his wing and make him his potential successor.

"What happens then?" You inquired. "I take this is the part where things go south?"

Gun hummed in reply, "He found out his was pregnant."

"Ah." You threw your head back slightly. "Let me guess, the two of you had a father son fight and in the end you let him go."

"Hm."

"That's one hell of a story." you comment, nearly finishing the disinfecting process of his wound.

"He had the most potential that I've seen," Gun mused. "And he threw it all away just for some girl."

"If he risked even fighting you just to get away, then she's just not some girl." You stated. "She's a girl that he greatly loves."

Gun scoffed from hearing that particular word, his chest heaving up as he did.

"Love, huh." He shook his head once. "What a cliché."

You let out a soft chuckle, finally finished with disinfecting.

"It is cliché," You agreed as you took out the bandages. "But not odd."

"It's stupid." Gun spats, sitting up properly on his seat as you work your way with the bandages. "Wasting an opportunity to get stronger just for that?"

"Hm," You started to wrap his chest. "You seem to forget, babygirl–"

"Stop it."

"Babygirl." You pressed. "There are two things that humans would go crazy for, and that's money and love."

"At least money's worth it, you'd have power."

"That is true," you nodded. "But love gives you power as well, just– in a different way. It's what probably fueled Eli to still try and fight you, heck, he even gave you this."

You gently pressed your wrapped chest, careful to not put too much pressure. Gun looked at you intently through his glasses.

"Love can make you do things that could go even beyond reason, it messes you up on the inside but somehow still becomes your strength." Removing your hand, you continued to wrap the bandages around him. "If it's all for love, you either win or lose. It's what makes or breaks you, all depending on how you wish to face it."

"You talk as if you've experienced it yourself," Gun comments with a scoff. "Did you ever become a fool for love?"

"A fool?" You huffed a laugh as a memory flashed at the back of your mind. "Maybe for a time, but I choose to run away from it."

"Run away?"

"Mhm." You hummed, as you finished the last lap of bandages. "But somehow, it keeps finding me no matter how hard I try to run."

Securing the bandage, you let out a sigh, facing him with a blank expression.

"So, how did you find me, Gun?" Gathering up the bloodied cotton balls, you stood up with the first aid kit in your other hand before going back to the kitchen.

"You slipped up once in your stream." He answered and you clicked your tongue, throwing the cottons away and putting back the kit into the cabinet.

"It was the window, wasn't it?"

"It took a while, but here I am." Gun tilted his head to the side, watching you from afar. "What will you do now."

You turned your back to face him again from the counter, sighing as you say,

"I don't know, probably sleep."

Gun then abruptly stood from his seat and started to approach you.

"Why do you keep running away, huh?" He questioned in a demanding tone, "You could've been living like a princess right now instead of pleasing perverts online."

"Excuse me?" You frowned. "Is that what you think goes on with my work?"

Gun scoffed, smirking cruelly as he reached the other side of the counter.

"You call that work?"

"Yes, and I love doing what I do and it's legal." You firmly state, "If you think what I do is pleasing perverts by just playing games, then it is you who have to change your sick perspective."

"So you're doing this because you love the attention you're not getting from–"

Gun found himself suddenly facing to the left, a stinging pain throbbing on his cheek, his glasses falling on the floor.

He lets out a low chuckle, seemingly bemused. He slowly turned to face you once again, eyeing you firmly like a predator with his dark eyes.

"Good to know you're still strong, princess."

You gave him a cold stare.

"You must have been tired from your fight." You uttered carefully. "You may rest here in the living room if you please, but if not, please lock the door as you go.

You turned your heel to walk away, but a firm hand caught hold of your wrist, pulling you to face him again.

"Why won't you just come back," Gun frowned. "Do you really wish to live like this?"

You stayed silent, glaring into the abyss of his eyes.

"You deserve more than this."

Gritting your teeth, you harshly pulled your hand away from his hold.

"I do." You agreed in a low tone. "From all the shit that wannabe father put me through, I sure as hell deserve more than this."

"You think you can survive on your own?" He challenged in a condescending tone. "He's still the reason why you're still well off."

"I can survive on my own." You snapped. "Even if I end up alone, I will get through this and make a name for myself. Don't you dare show your face to me again. . . please."

With that, you went to your room and locked the door without another word, leaving the man standing alone in the room with his jaw clenched and hands curling into a fist.

The next day, Gun found himself alone in the apartment without a single sight of you, it was as if you disappeared out of thin air.

"Yet another hide and seek, hm?" Gun mused to himself.

"Better hide properly this time, princess."

[chiiyohiimee]

what was I on when writing this bro.. 😰

[lhes-variant]

Gun and June

I can't find good texts for Gun but I did find good pictures.

Morning After 👀

June: You almost broke me last night.

Gun: Then last night's the last.

June: I never said stop.

*Proceeds to go for another rounds*

[yessvlo]

ahahah….

on my knees

🛐

[jkmc]

are u ok kid?