#AAAHAHAHAA MEAN DOM!JUHAN MEAN DOM!JUHAN MEAN DOM!JUHAN

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❕ : gunplay

⟢ you’re in my world now .ᐟ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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