#jonggun x reader

[koiiiji]

touch starved

author's note ; highly inspired by ptjs tiktok with alarms. first art cr. to loveissiwan on X.

Jonggun doesn’t ask for hugs. he doesn’t initiate warmth. and he definitely doesn’t admit to wanting it.

to most people, he’s all sharp angles and cold control — distant, untouchable. that’s how he likes it too. how he’s always been. people respect fear and power. and Jonggun is very good at giving them reasons to keep their distance.

raised on fists and discipline, taught that strength meant survival, he was trained to fight — not to feel. touch, in Yamazaki world, had always meant something else. a punch. a blow. a warning. nothing comforting ever came from it. so somewhere along the way, his body just stopped expecting softness altogether.

no one really hugged Jonggun growing up. no one ruffled his hair or held him helping hand. what he got instead were commands, missions, the expectations to be perfect weapon and leader. without any hesitations. emotions were inefficient. touch was a liability.

so now, when something warm and human stirs in his chest, he doesn’t quite know what to do with it.

Jonggun doesn’t want to fight you. that’s the first thing he understands.

he doesn’t want to intimidate, doesn’t want to keep you at arm’s length like he does with everyone else. but affection? that’s foreign territory. too soft. too vulnerable. too un-Jonggun.

so he does what he can.

he flicks your forehead when you're distracted. he pokes your side when you don’t respond to him. he pinches your cheek when you ignore his presence — subtle little things, rough around the edges. never quite a real touch, never too serious. just enough to feel you.

it looks like teasing on the outside. it’s easy to mistake it for annoyance actually.

but it’s the only way Jonggun knows how to ask for touches.

because he knows that you will always brush his hand away in annoyance. or slap his forearm in playful manner if he bother you too much. a fleeting touch of fingers. the slightest touch. such a small thing Jonggun can forgive himself for, but still wanting more.

because hugging you? that would be crossing a line he doesn’t know how to return from. asking for closeness would mean admitting he wants it — needs it — and that’s too exposed, too raw. he doesn’t have the language for it.

so he lingers instead. he sits a little closer than necessary. lets his shoulder brush yours. stands behind you quietly, watching, protecting even.

and if he ever tickles you — which he does more than he’d admit — it’s because laughter feels safer than silence. because if you’re laughing, you’re not questioning his motives. you're not asking him what he really wants. and you're not pulling away.

he doesn’t touch people if its not fight. but with you, he finds his own excuses.

Jonggun not trying to be cruel or confusing — it’s just all he knows.

so no, Park Jonggun never ask for hugs.

but sometimes, when he flicks your ear or pulls you into a half-hearted scuffle that feels more like a game than a fight — maybe he’s asking anyway. in the only way he knows how.

[amphitriteswife]

Fiance

Goo wants everything that Jonggun has. His clothes. His glasses, the same amount of salary he gets. It’s always the same thing. He never asks. He just takes. It’s what Jonggun finds the most irritating about Goo. He’s sly and sinister. Often he doesn’t announce when he visits Gun and just barges in. Normally Gun could brush it off. He finds it irritating. Really. But then again…what can he possibly do about it?

Currently, jonggun was in the shower. And coincidentally you, his fiancé, was…just doing your thing. Probably watching a K-drama. He hopes you’re enjoying your stay here, you’re his fiancé after all. It was your first time here since you usually handled his affairs in the Yamazaki estate back in Japan. Being engaged since you two were kids made things a lot easier. Although you wouldn’t describe it as optimal, it certainly isn’t bad at all. Being in one of Gun’s houses was rather…interesting. It was a mess but at the same time it had pieces of furniture that looked very expensive. You could suppose that it represents Jonggun quite well. A stoic individual who loves luxury yet usually retreats to a junkyard. The only reason he even bought this penthouse is because you were coming to Korea. Leaning back on the couch you were suddenly interrupted by the door opening. As far as you knew, Jonggun hadn’t left and was still in the shower. So who the hell just came in??? Standing up from the couch and making your way to the hall, you were met by the sight of a rather tall man with blonde hair and a pair of glasses. He wore expensive clothes and seemed equally as surprised. ‘Well what do we have here?’ The man’s surprised expression turned into a playful smirk. His eyes wandering over your figure. He hasn’t seen you before, and you not him. A soft chuckle escaped his lips which made you narrow your eyes at him. ‘Who are you?’ The question made the man laugh at you. ‘That bastard jonggun…how dare he go to a club and take a girl home without me…’

That made you raise an eyebrow. Not In surprise. But rather amusement. So Jonggun has a friend? And he goes to clubs with him to hang with women? Interesting. ‘I’m not from the club.’ That made the man stunned for a moment. You’re not a hostess? Or a hooker? That’s weird. Very weird. Jonggun doesn’t do relationships. So who the hell are you? The man smiled, clearly amused by your words. ‘So who might you be, sugar?’ ‘I’m his fiancé.’ Fiancé…FIANCÉ????? the man looked you up and down a few times, his hands grabbing you by the shoulder and pushing you into the wall. His face closer to yours. One hand moving from your shoulder to cup your face. ‘Don’t you think he’s boring sweetheart? I can be way more fun than hi-.’ The blonde stumbled back, holding his stomach. What the hell? He wasn’t playful anymore. His eyes narrowed at you. Did you just punch him? Taking a look at your stance already gave away who trained you. Gun. So you really weren’t kidding.

‘What is this noise?’ Both you and the man looked towards the living room to see Jonggun looking at you two with a towel wrapped around his waist. ‘You never told me you had a fiancé.’ The man said standing up straight and walking towards gun, leaving you confused behind. ‘Not that it’s any of your business, Goo’ Gun replied to the blonde haired male, crossing his arms over his broad and bare chest. ‘Look at you. All cut up like a cutting board. Sad.’ An irritated look appears on Jonggun’s face. A scoff leaving his lips. Goo instead snickered at him and turned his attention towards you again, giving you a wink. ‘She’s pretty…’ he muttered towards Jonggun, his eyes never leaving yours in the process. Gun’s expression soured. ‘And she’s mine so back off’ Jonggun flicked Goo’s hand off his shoulder, earning a huff from the blonde male. The two of them started bickering in front of you with Goo’s main argument being that Jonggun always gets the best things from everyone and everything like a prince. You on the other hand avoided Goo and went back to your K-drama. Which Gun didn’t mind, but he did have to deal with a whining Goo who doesn’t get why Gun’s fiancé doesn’t like him.

[waleriqww]

everyone's hair looks different in the new style don't tell me gun will come with long hair (just like his dad)

[vivinomi]

may I request a fic with gun where he has an affair with us and cheats on his bratty wife (who has been already cheating on him every day which gun is aware of,) we are working for him (you can choose what we work as, maid, secretary blabla) but our main work seems to be calm down our boss whenever he's frustrated, and he'll make sure to take out all his frustration on us 🥴🥴 or maybe u can just ignore this lol. Have a good day<3

a/n: so this request was a year ago... Sorry I'm not good in writing smut so I was having a hard time 🙏😔😭

c/w: cheating, unprotected $ex, fingering, slight choking, petnames, you call him sir, rough $ex but he becomes soft (it was supposed to be rough but i accidentally made him soft)

1.24k w.c

You scrunch your face and take a deep breath while holding a tray of a teapot, a teacup and a bowl of sugar cubes. A few minutes ago, your boss and his wife fought which is a normal occasion, leading to Gun being stressed and going berserk.

He knew that his wife was cheating on him with some random loser but what led to this fight was that the wife decided to be a brat. To be true, he never cares about her life and wellbeing because she's not worthy of his time. He didn't even love her to begin with, he married her just to please Charles Choi.

Now here you are, taking a few careful steps up the stairs. It's your job as his personal maid to calm him down, that's why he hired you - you're one of the people who can soften his heart, although he will never admit it out loud. That one time when you pat his back and say a few reassuring words on him to which he quieted down after a stressful day, Goo was amused by your ability.

Knocking on his bedroom door, soon a "come in" words from him, you walk inside. "What do you want?", he said, his voice sounding gruff while he is sitting on his chair, working on some papers.

You gulp, "I made tea for you, sir".

He looks away from his paperwork and stares straight at your eyes, his stern gaze makes you weak in your knees and secretly turns you on. You have to admit, your boss is hot, sexy and good looking, who in the right mind wouldn't fall for him? His expression went from irritation to gentle upon seeing your face.

"Come here", he says and pats his lap. You put down the tray on his other desk and sit on his lap, face to face while your small hands are placed on his broad shoulders. A flush creeps across your cheeks from how close he's with you. You eagerly want to kiss him but it's wrong to kiss someone's husband — but for Gun, he has other things lingering on his mind.

Your eyes abruptly widen which caused the handsome man to chuckle, you can feel his bulge from his pants poking your clothed cunt - it's huge. So huge that you wonder how his wife could take it.

"Do you want me?", he mutters, his hot breath tickling your ear as more heat creeps onto your face. Sure, you have wanted him so badly ever since your first day of becoming his personal maid. "B-But sir! This is wrong. Your wife will-".

"Forget about her. It’s about us now…". His forehead touches yours as he stares deeply into your pretty eyes, he has a great liking for it. "You're the only one I care about". You nod, agreeing that you want him as bad as he is. He grins and slides his two fingers across your panty and slides it down with ease. You flinch and hold onto his shoulders with force as the cool air touches your cunt. How cute.

“Relax sweetheart… I’m gonna take care of you”, he coos and finally slips his finger inside your aching core, thrusting in and out at a rapid speed as he curls up a bit to hit the good spot. You grip his shoulders like you don’t want to be away from him as you release a very delectable moan. Noticing how much you enjoy this, boost his mood and add a second finger, setting the same pace.

As his fingers continue to move inside your drenched wall, he leans closer and leaves a few kisses and hickeys on your neck to make sure it’s visible for his wife to see. “F-fuck! Sir! I’m close!”, you cry as you squirm on his lap, making him groan by feeling some friction to his cock.

“Careful baby…”, he whispers and plunges in a scissoring method, his thumb rubs aggressively on your clit adding more pleasure. Your back arch and your tongue lol out as orgasm comes crashing on you, wetting his fingers and his tight slack.

Before you can gain your breath, Gun swiftly picks you up and slams you on his desk. All of his paper works are thrown into the ground, he doesn’t care anymore- All that matter is how he gonna fuck you. He’s been waiting for this moment to come after this he will divorce with his wife and marry you. The girl of his dreams. Oh how he wishes to meet you first instead of his bitch wife.

Unbuckling his belt and sliding down his boxer, revealing to you his 7 inches cock which makes you gasp. How is that gonna fit? Gun sees your worried and nervous expression, he softly kisses your temple for reassurance. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle”. His words relax your tense body but you shake your head regardless.

Gun quirks his brow. “No?”.

“Want you to be rough with me”, your face flush and you look down to avoid his now hungry gaze. He chuckles. “Sure. Anything for my girl”, he kisses your temple again and teases your wet cunt with his tip. Slapping it.

“Want you so bad sir”, you warp your arms around his neck as he pushes the head in slowly, inch by inch that you can feel it getting clamped between your walls. Gun pants and slowly rubbing your clit to relax your wall from clenching from him so tightly. You can feel his cock throbbing just simply being inside your warm walls.

“Fuck! Stop clenching so damn tight”, he huffs and waits for you to adjust to his size. Your heartbeat quickens as he moves his hips starting off rough in pace.

“F-fuck!”, you choke while gripping the table, unwittingly clawing the table just to show how good he could make you feel. He smirks witnessing your legs shudder and squirm, heeding the sound of wet ‘fap’ coming from your pretty pussy. He makes that.

Gun slowly slides his veiny hand towards your neck, you feel a sudden pressure around it. His tip keeps hitting your cervix producing your moan in the process. The smell of sweat and those filthy sounds filled the room.

“Such a filthy slut. Fucking someone’s husband. Ha! You have no shame!”. He mocks, he clearly enjoys this as much as you do. He’s been having the fantasy to fuck you since he hired you. You’re the most beautiful and sexiest woman he could dream of. He desperately wants to divorce his wife to be with you.

He bites his lips and his thrust becomes sloppy, he can feel his release nearly and yours too. “Hah I’m coming… Where do you want it, baby?”.

“I-inside sir! Want you inside me!”, you whimper once your fold tighten. Gun wastes no time and shoots his load to the stuffed. You feel full as you release your orgasm. His cum and yours mix to where it keeps spilling out from your hole, dirtying his work table.

Taking a few breaths, you begin to speak. “I’m going to clean this up”. He hums and tilts his head. “You’re going nowhere. We’re not finished. I still need you”.

That did stop you. You hesitate for a moment, is that a confession? You know him well but what can you do? He’s your master, you absolutely need to follow his order.

[lheslie]

Married life with Gun

This man would make sure you had a house, health insurance, EVERYTHING THAT YOU NEED, PERIOD.

If he's going to settle down with you, imagine living in the countryside where there's peace and quiet while he farms crops, that's his ideal life.

Except for the fact that he still is the head of the Yamazaki Clan on the sidelines.

So yes, Imagine a Mansion in the countryside filled with Yakuzas inside and outside, guarding you and ensuring your safety.

He would dismiss them a lot when you're with him, he doesn't want you involved in the Clan's business.

You have a no-killing inside-the-house policy or even outside the garden, so they'd have to bring their enemies like 2-3 kilometers away from the house before killing them.

You're surprised Gun agreed to that; he also doesn't want any mess inside his perfect home, doesn't he?

He also follows you wherever you go to protect you from his enemies, and if you are not present otherwise, he'd appoint some of his men to guard you.

He'd want a child with you, of course, preferably a male, a successor to the Clan; make sure he won't turn into a masochist like Gun, please.

He would cherish the child without knowing it at first glance; he doesn't know how to love the child as it took time for him to trust and bond with you, so it'll be the same with your child; you'll have to teach him how to bond with your baby.

The best father, though, doesn't know what to do or say, he goes with the flow with you and gives the shittiest father's advice when it comes to practical problem.

He'll be present at every parent-teacher meeting, awards, graduation, birthday party, and many more.

But he will give you THE BEST advice when you're in the middle of a fight.

He would watch on the sidelines; he wouldn't step in and help your kid because he'll need to learn; that's what Gun said.

But he'll step in when it's VERY much needed; that's how he loves; he teaches you perseverance and survival skills and gives you a reality check.

Although you don't want Gun to teach your child like this, inevitably, he isn't going to end up in the middle of a fight, considering he is Gun's son Heir to the Yamazaki Clan.

So if you want a kid, it's your choice from Gun's perspective; he'll understand and support your decision, but remember there are consequences to your actions.

And if you don't have a kid with Gun, he'll probably appoint the family with the strongest head, that's loyal to him as Heir to the Clan.

Attending Clan meetings is optional; I mean, Gun's the head; disobeying is a death sentence.

Watch out for the cunning heads in the Clan, though. They'll try and take the opportunity to send their children to seduce Gun himself into taking Consorts for child rearing or additional status in the Clan.

Being soft isn't an option here; Gun knows that, so you'll have to be strong in your own right to protect yourself as well; that's why Gun loves strong women who can.

Because he can't handle damsels in distress while he's fighting off enemies alone, he needs someone who can match his level and energy to an extent; it doesn't have to be strong to kill; he just needs them to survive and understand him as who he is.

He doesn't want any weakness, just strength, and more strength, and it'll also have to come from you.

And, of course, all of that aside, he still spoils you with luxury items imported from different countries.

Vacation to different countries is a normal activity that is held once a week or 3 times a month.

If you like flowers, expect a beautiful garden inside your mansion that is delicately handled by experts.

If you like eating delicacies, there's a Michelin chef in the kitchen; beware about commenting on their food; Gun might cut the Chef's hands if it isn't up to your liking.

If you like clothes, he'd have a personal designer that caters your clothing to your style.

If you like jewelry, he'll have them handcrafted immediately.

He has the money, and he can't even bring that to his grave, so why not spend it while he can?

What else makes him happy when he sees you smiling at the gift he has given you?

All the bloodshed from extorting money was all worth it to see your smile in front of him.

Yes, most of your belongings came from other people's suffering, blood, sweat, and tears.

You better enjoy it or it will all be for naught if you didn't.

Because that's how Gun shows his love and affection, the only way he knows how.

He is very possessive as well when it comes to you, making him feel all types of weird feeling inside his chest, he gets jealous when you talk to other people, but he tries to be better and tolerates it.

He definitely got into a fight once because someone was looking maliciously at you.

He also bought you the biggest ring after that, making sure people can see that you were already his and his alone.

He enjoys holding your hands, he doesn't talk about it, but he loves it when you embrace him with your warmth and love.

He can't explain it, but he wants more.

[ay4tou]

Hello, you can write about the reader who is Goo's sister. And Gun only knows that Goo also has a younger sister (through Goo's story) and has never met her. When Gun left important documents there (namely Goo's apartment and Goo was not at the apartment) But can someone who opens the door for Gun be Goo's sister? Anyway I saw this idea above character a.i

Sorry my English is bad

the devil and his sister | gun park x goo's sister!reader

summary: gun stops by goo's place for some documents, but of all the people he expected, it wasn't his coworker's sister.

author's notes: .......heeyyy 😁 whats up yall...! 🤗😇 (im so sorry i cant believe i left you guys hanging for months 😭) | masterlist

Gun stood in front of Goo’s apartment door, his patience wearing thin. He had left behind critical documents during his last visit, telling Goo to come get it for him, but Goo’s constant antics had been especially irritating that day, and he didn't even hear what Gun said.

He rang the doorbell, expecting no one to answer. Goo was out of town. Gun had confirmed it himself.

He kept a spare key to Goo’s apartment just in case.

This would be quick: Open the door, get the files he needed. Leave.

That's it. It wouldn't be so hard, would it?

Right?

Right?!

But before he could reach for it, the door swung open.

The door opened, and his plan abruptly shifted.

A woman stood there, looking at him with equal curiosity and suspicion. The resemblance was unmistakable.

“...You’re not Goo."

“No shit.” you replied, crossing your arms. “And you must be Gun.”

He arched an eyebrow. “You know me?”

“Goo talks. A lot.” you said dryly, leaning against the doorframe. “I’m his sister. He told me you might swing by.”

Gun stepped inside without hesitation, his sharp gaze taking in the apartment.

“You live here?” he asked, his voice low as his eyes scanned the room.

“Not permanently." you said, shutting the door behind him. “I’m just visiting while he’s gone. Someone’s got to make sure this place doesn’t burn down.”

He nodded once, striding to the table where the folder sat.

Normally, he would immediately leave after that, but he just couldn't.

“You’re not what I expected.” he said after a moment of hesitation, glancing at you.

You tilted your head, a grin very similar to Goo's tugging at your lips. “What were you expecting?”

“Someone... more like him.” Gun replied, his tone unreadable.

You laughed softly, the sound surprisingly warm. “Really? I actually don't think we're that different. But yeah, I get that a lot. Guess he didn’t tell you much about me, then.”

Gun didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he studied you, noting your facial features and demeanor. You weren’t loud like Goo, so plus points for a positive trait you didn't get from that madman.

“I didn’t think Goo had a sister.” he said finally, a hint of curiosity slipping into his voice.

“Figures." you replied. “He doesn’t exactly talk about family much, does he? Not that I blame him.”

Gun’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he straightened, his presence filling the space. “I’ll be going now.”

You moved to the door, leaning casually against the frame as he approached. “You’re not much of a talker, are you?”

Gun paused, his dark eyes meeting yours. “I don’t waste words.”

You smirked at that, your expression somewhere between amused and intrigued. “Goo said you were all work and no play. Guess he was right.”

Gun’s lips twitched slightly, almost forming a smirk. “He doesn’t know as much as he thinks.

You raised an eyebrow, but before you could reply, Gun turned toward the door.

“Next time, I’ll just knock." he said over his shoulder, his tone calm but deliberate.

He stepped out of the apartment, the folder in hand, but your presence stayed with him longer than he expected.

[nightangle9]

HIII I HOPE YOURE HAVING A GOOD DAY!! i really love the way you write, especially the DG hcs one 😩😩 also, may i request jonggun x goo smut? Love you, stay safe 😊💖

One Last Time

Synopsis. The unprecedented rivalry staggers to the path of enemies as Gun and Goo struggle to accept this end.

Pairing. Gun Park x Jong Goo

Content. Mdni. Male character x male character, unprotected sex, anal, slight mention of violence at the end, cum in mouth (?)

Word Count. 1.4k

A/N. Well this was certainly a ride to write after 50 years ¬‿¬

The fallen snow pressed firmly against the ground by a pair of brown loafers as the silhouette wearing them came into view. Gun, who, despite knowing his inevitable entrance, chose to continue his wooden craftsmanship, a decision to distract or to remind. “What is it?” Gun’s voice asked today, a tone of eerie calm matching Goo’s silent-Hey.

“What is it then?” spoke Gun, still hunched over the wood. “I brought some booze.” Goo leaned with his hands resting on the warm wooden floor that intimately contrasted with the cold atmosphere. “It occurred to me that you and I have never shared a drink.” His soft words were enough for Gun to turn to his handsome face.

The blonde hair with an undercut, the black frame of glasses with a silver design on the sides, his pale skin slightly tinted from winter, his soft pink lips, all felt strangely noticeable today; in a way, he couldn’t take his eyes off him. A sigh passed him as he spoke, “I heard what happened. I heard you betrayed Charles Choi.”

Goo hummed with his eyes closed, “ I’m a grown-up now. I should make my own way into the world".

The Gun from any other time would have chuckled, told him- Men like us don’t need to make our way into the world, we’ve already left enough scars as it is. But his lips could only silently mumble out, “We’ll be enemies from now on.”

‘Is that so? We don’t have to be.’ He spoke softly, taking out the bottles of soju and two shot glasses. His softer, slenderer hand poured a glass for the man sitting beside him. The black of his gaze held his white ones in attentive regard.

Gun clenched his jaw as he muttered, “Yeah? How.”

“Abandon Charles Choi. Come with me.” His voice firm, carrying a heavy promise.

“You already know my answer, Jongoo.”

There was a genuine tension in his shoulders despite Gun’s soft, almost vulnerable voice. As though a heartbreaking burden had been lifted.

“I’ve shared a drink with another-“ he couldn’t speak a word as Goo’s lips met his. A peck Gun couldn’t register, but just as he did, the rough callouses of his hands tangled in the blonde’s hair.

A muffled sigh left Goo’s mouth as Gun pulled him onto himself, his scarred bareback pressed against the scratchy wooden surface. After a minute, Goo pulled away with a shaky breath. “Is this the way of enemies?” A scoff left Gun’s mouth as his lips threatened a smirk, “No, this is the way of friends.” He spoke with a push of his hips against Goo, who sat on top. With a smirking lift of his brow, “Is this what you were fantasising all along?” he spoke before harshly kissing Gun. Just as he grunted when Gun firmly grazed his pressed clothed cock with his thumb. Leaving his lips, he looked at the scene before gazing back at Gun with furrowed brows. “Says the one initiating.” The white-gazed man whispered in Goo’s ear.

With a hunger that rivalled each other, their kiss went on, dominating each other every millisecond as Goo took off his overcoat and shirt, not breaking for a minute.

His tongue pressed flat against his right nipple as he looked at Gun intensely. “God damn you, sly motherfuck-ah!” Gun’s head lolled back as Goo trailed his hand into his pants, brushing the hard tip with his thumb. He lowered the scarred man’s sweatpants and curiously started to stroke his hard length. “Can’t believe you count in well endowed, who knew white ghost could have a big dick.” Gun’s moaned deeply as he spoke, “As if it’s a surprise.”

Goo’s mouth latched onto Gun’s neck as he huffed, from sucking at his jaw to leaving his nipples a puffy pink, all while Gun could only groan and pull his hair. The blonde rolled his eyes at such arrogant words spoken from such an arrogant man. “I really don’t think you would be so full of yourself when it would be squeezed tight by me.” He spoke before standing up and unbuckling his pants, letting them drop.

The eye contact was so severe it could have shattered glass, but before that could happen, Goo was sitting back on Gun, this time bare with the white-pupiled man’s cock pressed against his hole as he lowered himself with a grunted whimper.

Following his eyes from the scene downwards, his glance moved towards the man smirking below him, sweat furrowed at his brows, but the arrogance remained like a vice as if his cock wasn’t twitching noticeably inside the blonde man.

Goo’s breathing was shallow, the muscles of his jaw clenched to hinder his focus on the way the thick tip of his rival was grazing his sweet spot. He knew if he showed even a moment of weakness or the bloodcurdling pleasure to Gun, that man would absolutely violate that advantage.

The rough, calloused skin of the scarred man abraded Goo’s skin as his hands moved towards his hips. A sudden thrust from below was enough to knock out his breath as he glared beneath, and an abrupt pace was picked up by the Yamazaki man, revealing the innervate area Goo had been meaning to hide. Slurrs of whimpers and mewls feebly masked as groans and grunts were being spilt out of his pink lips, eyes patched shut as he tried to withhold the extensive pleasure his white ghost was providing him.

His hand that had been earlier resting on the hard plane of Gun’s chest, grazed to wrap around his neck in a firm hold, slightly stuttering the pace of his thrusts. “Hah, this is your thing?” muttered the yamazaki in a breathless hue. “S-speaking like you aren’t about to bust on spot.” Grunted Goo in a whispering voice.

With a grin on his lips, Gun’s hands roughly pressed against both sides of Goo’s waist in a gripping hold as he started pushing his length in a crude manner. The girth of his cock, the length, the speed, the harshness of his pace made Jonggo’s head a spinning mess.

The firm hold he earlier possessed in an feeble attempt at identical clasp of power slipping from his hands just like his neck as the grip became weaker just as one hand that had been earlier grasping the blonde’s waist came to wrap around the back of the man’s hand securing the firm hold from before. Goo’s eyelids fluttered as he looked at the scene below, at the man with a smirk on his lips. This guy..

He took a sharp inhale as he gathered the strength to grind down on his length himself, a groan escaping Gun’s mouth as Goo’s hips matched his thrusts. Eyes glazed with lust and desperation for his “best friend”, Goo rolled back the black of his eyes, his walls clenching achingly around the man’s cock determined to squeeze every drop of him, moving his hips and down his rival’s dick.

“Ah fuck-“ Gun’s head fell back with a grunt as his pace stuttered, letting the overwhelming sensation take over. Afterall, the only person who could undo him was the man he rejected.

“S-stop fucking clenching like that,” he groaned, brows furrowed, the smug grin wiped out as his white pupils struggled not to roll back into his skull. Goo smirked, sweat dripping down his palm when it firmly pulled to his jaw to grasp it open, the other hand coming down to wrap around his own shaft. Clumsily stroking it up and down in a fast hold, whimpers elupting his mouth at the double pleasure coursing through his body as he inched closer to his release.

With a hoarse moan, Gun roughly gripped the blonde’s ass with his calloused hands, lifting him the slightest as he started to thrust up on the sensitive spot with his bulbous tip. Goo’s eyes widened as, with a loud whine, he spilled all over the man’s firm chest.

Gun, who had been holding back his own release, came inside the soft walls of Goo’s hole, painting them a white that dripped out some to his thighs; the stretched out hole pulsing around nothing as he pulled out. With a heaving sigh, Goo slipped to lie beside Gun on the wooden floor.

“Look at me.” He spoke lowly, firm yet soft.

And when the UI pupils of his best friend met his, his fingertips trailed to the man’s chest, sweeping up the cum that had earlier spattered on it to guide it back to Gun’s lips, to which the man wrapped his lips around his fingers, sucking every last trace with a steady hold of eye contact with him.

“I'm not coming even if you whore yourself out.” He mumbled with a smug smile. Yep, that pretty face is going to be bruised tomorrow, but so will be the marks on his skin.

1st divider by: @cafekitsune

2nd & 3rd divider by: @enchanthings

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if you died

(Gun x reader)

TW: angst, themes of death, mentions of religion

Summary: You die, how does he react

A/N: Sorry it's been a while, running low on inspiration. Was gonna add some others but wasn't sure on how they might react so I'll save it for another time. Lmk your thoughts!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

If it was of natural causes:

Gun stood at your hospital bedside, expression unreadable. The usual sharpness in his eyes had dulled—not with tears, but with something heavier. He didn’t speak. He didn’t touch. He simply watched. The machines had long since gone silent, leaving behind an oppressive stillness in the room. You looked peaceful. And Gun hated that word.

Later that night, he returned to his place, walking through the door like it was just another evening. He sat on the edge of the couch for a long time, in silence, staring at the floor.

Goo had told him to throw it all away—your things, your pictures, your voice notes buried in his phone. Clean breaks. Surgical. Efficient. But when he walked toward the closet to start, he froze. He couldn’t even touch the clothes. Couldn’t move the shoes you left by the door. Couldn’t bring himself to erase you.

So instead, he used the spare key you once gave him and went to your apartment. It was too quiet. Too hollow. The cat was gone. The plants—once suffocating every surface—had been given away. The framed artwork you loved, taken down. A shell. A space emptied of its color.

He collected only a few things: the ring you always fidgeted with, some of those ridiculous photo booth strips you insisted on taking, a couple books with your annotations scribbled in the margins. Then he left. Didn’t look back.

He placed those pieces of you carefully around his apartment. Next to the stubborn plant you gave him that somehow never died. Near the ugly drawers you insisted looked good with his furniture. The colors clashed terribly.

He never spoke your name again. Not in public. Not to Goo. Not even when pressed. It wasn’t out of shame. It was about preservation. If anyone so much as spoke of you with anything less than reverence, they didn’t speak again.

But in the quiet hours of the night, when the world was still and the weight of loss pressed hardest on his chest, he whispered your name into the silence. Hoping the sound alone might bring you back—even if only in a dream.

However, if you were killed:

When he saw your body, something in him snapped.

It wasn’t visible. Not at first. His face was stone. But his fists were clenched so tight his knuckles split. You died alone, terrified—and he wasn’t there. He was supposed to protect you. And he failed.

The killer vanished. Gun didn’t care why. Revenge against him, some personal vendetta—it didn’t matter. They made one mistake: they left you behind. That gave him everything he needed.

He hunted. And when he found them, there were no words. No questions. Just punishment.

He wouldn't kill them quickly. Gun didn’t believe in quick endings. Not for this. He took everything from them—brick by brick, person by person, until their world was as empty as his.

Only when he was satisfied, only when the rain drowned their cries in a forgotten alley, did he let them die.

Afterward, he would return to your grave. Leaving your favorite flowers. Standing in silence. Reading your name again and again, as if he could undo it by sheer force of will. He wouldn't cry. He wouldn't scream. He would just… stand there. The wind too cold, the ground too still.

When he came home, a package was waiting.

Your handwriting. Clean. Familiar. It might as well have punched him in the chest.

He stared at it for days. Passed it without touching it. Sat across the room from it like it was radioactive. Goo tried to open it once and nearly lost a hand.

Eventually, he opened it.

A letter sat on top. Handwritten. Calm. Final. You wrote it in case something happened. You told him not to blame himself. Told him to live. Told him you loved him.

He read it once. Then again. Then again.

Inside the box were fragments of you: photos, inside jokes scribbled on sticky notes, your ring, your favorite plant with a note threatening him if it died. He placed everything carefully around his apartment. Your voice, your memory—stitched into the corners of every room.

Time passed. He didn’t move on. Not emotionally. Not romantically. His heart would stay locked in a room only you had the privilege of a key to.

He would moved homes eventually. Each time, he packed the box. Your photos. The plant. The ring. Every time, he asked aloud if you liked the new place. The silence never bothered him.

Your things were still there as they always would be. Your ring on his nightstand. The photos near his desk. Your name still whispered into the quiet, night after night.

In life and in death, Gun was yours. And he never stopped waiting.

And in the quiet, when no one was watching, he would whisper your name like a prayer. Praying to anyone that was listening to bring you back to him in more than just his dreams nightmares.