#jonggun x reader

You'd been assigned in an undercover role by your boss Charles Choi. You were to infiltrate one of your boyfriend Gun's gangs that he ran.

Something about illegal activity, not than any of what they nor you did was indeed legal, but this was more so.

Rumors of trafficking, drug smuggling, and underage gambling had been spreading and it was important to lock this down before it became a real problem if these rumors were true.

As expected anyone with unsavory rumors of the sort wouldn't exactly be expected to be a decent human being with the basic respect for others.

When Gun had first heard of your new assignment, he pressed in whether this was really a good choice, pressing that he could go in and just brute force find this information out. There was no need to subject yourself to such an environment.

Leading up to your infiltration you conducted hours of research, learning the gangs habits, structure, everything.

It had been about a month since you went to go work for this crew, and luckily -saying that lightly- it wasn't human trafficking, but it was drug smuggling, gambling for all ages, other such things.

You needed to gain the boss' full trust in order to take the ledgers to turn in to Charles so they could be dealt with accordingly.

The gang was, as expected, crawling with filth. Men with rings adorning fingers and eyes lingering longer than they should.

To your relief, it had only been unsavory stares and unnecessary comments from them, nothing more. No one followed you nor pressured you. No attempts to cross your line in the sand once you declined their various...offers.

However, on this one particular day, there was a odd twinge to the air. An unusual tension that had caused tighter words and stricter orders from the higher ups.

And at the end of the day, when work was over and the lot of you had headed over to the nearby bar, all hell was set loose.

You were all regulars so the bar owner and workers paid your group no mind considering the large amount of business your group brought day after day.

It was if, the few hours of this single day, being "cooped up" in tight suits and a struct schedule had worn them down as if this was their everyday life and this was their first chance to break free in a year.

Voices filled the air with loud bouts of laughter and arguments between members of your group. Glasses occasionally dropped and tables occasionally flipped. Rowdier than usual, and the alcohol and drug consumption increasing tenfold.

Eyes that were the only thing to linger now were followed by unwanted touches and vulgar comments thrown to passing patrons and some directed towards you.

Unbeknownst to you and your group, the cause of the higher-ups stress, due to an unannounced audit, was sitting across the bar from your group, nursing a drink.

From across the bar, Gun sat with his arms folded, expression unreadable behind tinted glasses. You were too far to see him, let alone the twitch of his jaw when one of the gang members leaned a little too close. Or when a hand brushed your lower back under the guise of guiding you somewhere quieter to talk. You flinched—barely—and kept your face calm, trying not to blow your cover with a fight of any sort.

He tried to let you handle this yourself, you were an adult, he trusted you, and he knew you could handle these things.

The final straw came when some guy—greasy smile and too much cologne—that you sat next to in a booth placed a hand on your thigh. His jaw tightened, he was going to let you handle this, he knew you could, he knew you needed to get critical information from this guy, if he recalled this was a higher-up in the organization, in charge of the books if he remembered right.

But, when the old pig tried to move his hand higher than it should ever have even considered going, Gun was already moving.

Gun was prepared for any consequences that would follow whether that be a lecture from you or Choi.

His presence hit like a cold wind. One second, you were enduring the act; the next, a hand closed over the guy’s shoulder—tight. The air shifted.

“I don’t remember seeing you ask to touch what isn’t yours,” Gun said, voice cold. Dangerous.

The man froze, recognizing him as the man who caused the chaos earlier that day within his higher ranking members like himself. Trying to play it off, he attempted to grunt out something along the lines of. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

Gun didn’t let him finish. He yanked the guy back so fast the chair toppled. A hand to the collar, a knee to the spine, and the man was face-down on the floor before anyone in the bar even processed what happened.

You stood quickly, heart pounding. Not from fear. From something else.

Gun looked at you. Not cold. Not angry.

Something else.

Protective. Intense. Territorial.

“Why are you here? Do you not trust me to handle this?” you whispered, stepping toward him.

His gaze flicked down your body—slow, deliberate. “I trust you. I don’t trust them."

He glanced at the groaning man on the ground. “This mission’s over. You got what you needed.”

“I was getting more.”

Gun’s hand brushed your wrist—gently. “And he was getting greedy.”

You looked down at where his fingers touched yours. Warm. Anchoring.

“You’re not subtle when you’re jealous,” you murmured.

He smirked, just slightly. “I’m not trying to be.”

A long beat passed between you.

The others in the room were too stunned to interfere. No one dared challenge him—not with the sharp glint in his eye, the casual violence in his posture.

I guess that was it for you so called subtle infiltration, you had most of what you needed anyway.

After a moment of intense eye contact, you relented. “Fine. You win. Let’s go.”

Gun didn’t let go of your wrist, even as you walked out together into the cool night air.

Only once you were far enough from the building did he stop.

“You okay?” he asked, quietly now.

“Yeah. How about you? You seemed quite tense back there."

“I’m the one who had to watch someone else paw at you like a toy,” he muttered. “You tell me.”

Your heart beat harder. “It was just part of the job.”

Gun stepped closer, fingers brushing your waist now. Less hesitant. Less careful. His voice dropped.

“I don’t want it to be.”

You looked up at him, breath catching.

“And what do you want?” you asked.

His answer came without pause.

Your husband would be enough to protect you, and it frustrated you that you had to come to terms with this condition.

He was offering to assign two bodyguards to you when you entered this marriage, but you weren't fond of other people following you around closely monitoring you, so you refused.

You were able to find a man whose reputation was highly praised, and the dark web even recommends him as a good mercenary who finishes his task, as long as money is involved.

You didn't think much of it and took him as your temporary bodyguard, as the event was only for a day, you exhaled from the exhaustion of planning this event, turning off your laptop, and going to bed, as you drifted off to sleep.

On the other side of the screen, a man smirks menacingly as he receives the task that was given to him.

"Nothing makes me happier than a quick money transfer." He hums in joy.

A few days later, it was early in the morning, and all of your hired workers were doing their tasks properly, setting up for the event that was about to start. You were waiting for the mercenary you had hired a few days ago, as he was late to arrive. You were getting frustrated as you paid in advance for his service, and yet he hadn't arrived.

Before you took out your phone, someone greeted you from behind, turning around, you saw a blonde figure wearing a tuxedo as he grinned smugly.

"Goo, what are you doing here?" You questioned him. He looked at you smugly, opening his mouth, "You hired me."

"You were the mercenary I hired?" You look at him as he takes his phone out, showing his username on the dark web and the transaction you just made a few days ago.

"Who else would have glowing recommendations from the black market?" He flexed as you were just staring at him. "You're already rich, and yet you still work around like this?" You pointed to his suit.

"At least I don't go around bullying high schoolers." He laughed, clenching the bridge of your nose. You didn't have any time to quarrel with him, so you immediately dropped the topic.

"Stick with me the whole evening and I'll give you your paycheck afterwards." You said as he starts to smile, like rubbing his hands excited for his paycheck.

The party started, and everything went smoothly. It was getting darker as the sun started to set.

Goo was standing far behind you, playing on his phone.

Someone unfamiliar approached you, and it caused you uneasiness as the man asked a lot of personal questions, you were firmly avoiding and declined to answer his questions, he was trying to get closer to you while you took steps back trying to get Goo's attention, he was going to grab your shoulder as a hand laid a firm grip on his wrist making him winced in pain, you looked behind you thinking it was Goo who had stopped him.

But it was your husband, as expected, who knew how to make an entrance. Goo finally noticed as people started to whisper about what had happened, he pocketed his phone, trying to rush to the scene.

"You don't belong here." The gun threatens the man, making the man fear for his life, and he runs away from both of you.

Goo arrived at the scene, but he saw Gun handle the commotion himself. "Aw, man! Are you trying to get my paycheck?" He complained about Gun stealing his job.

He took a glance at you, trying to figure out what the blonde lunatic was talking about. You coughed. "I hired him as a bodyguard, since you were away, I decided to hold an event, and such an event required security, hence why he comes in, although I don't know why he wasn't doing his job in the first place." You glared at the man who was trying to play off his unprofessionalism.

"Hey! I was about to help!" He explained as Gun looked at him "You almost put my wife in danger because of your reckless and careless behavior. I wonder what would happen if we gave you a bad review on the black market." Gun looks at Goo smiling with a hint of threat in his tone.

"You interfered before I even had a chance to make a move." He argued as Gun rolled his eyes. "We're not paying you for your incompetence." Gun snorts as it pissed of the blonde man.

"Says the one who left his wife, unattended letting another man touch them." The blonde lunatic retorted, which sparked rage in Gun, causing them to aim at each other's throats.

"Oh boy." You huffed as you looked at the two grown men starting to exchange blows, as your guests started to either run away or start a bet on who would win between the two of them.

They started throwing chairs and tables at each other, and after destroying all the furniture, they started throwing all the utensils that the caterers provided for the event.

You took out your wallet as you wrote a cheque for the caterers to compensate for the broken equipment, furniture, utensils, and accessories they've brought.

After they've run out of utensils, they started to throw food at each other's faces; Goo started to stuff Gun's face with meatballs as Gun was throwing ketchup at Goo's Vision.

Gun was able to throw Goo off him and was able to stand back on his feet. Goo also regained his posture, trying to run into Gun, trying to ram him, but instead slipped and fell due to a banana peel.

"Ouch what the fuck, you can actually do that shit?" he groaned as Gun started to chuckle to himself.

"I will fucking drown you at the chocolate fountain." He threatened.

You silently chuckled to yourself, at least the evening was entertaining.

Extra:

"How did he even get good ratings and recommendation letters?" You looked at your husband.

- He likes people with ambition, with drive and fury, he doesn't like people who does the bare minimum.

- You have to be strong in your own right in order to get his attention.

- You caught his eye when you were training in the park.

- He saw that you had potential, a spark within you that he wanted to ignite.

- He asks you to be one of his successors to earn a lot of money.

- He'll be happy if you accepted his offer, but will be insanely disappointed when you refused.

"You'll change your mind, and when it does, my offer still stands." He said as he calmly walked away.

- He'll watch you from the sidelines unnoticed, while he assesses your current prowress and skills

- You didn't notice him, watching until he slowly walked out of the shadows.

You were laying down after the fight, suffering heavy blows.

"You could use some polishing, you lack, fighting experience." He looked at you lighting a cigarette.

"It's quite surprising that you were able to defeat a lot of men with your current skills."

"You're knowledgeable about fighting,  you also assessed your enemies and their skills, using them to your advantage."

You glared at him, "Are you a fucking creep that takes pleasure from stalking people and seeing them suffer?"

Little did you know he quite did.

"I can help you achieve greater lengths in combat, the offer still stands." He smirked.

You breathed heavily, letting his words sink in. Making a decision.

💝 jonggun is a masochist, he likes it rough, it applies for both you and him. He can be gentle if he wants to. But you would need to handle him in bed if you actually want to feel the maximum amount of pleasure from him

💝 very much into hair pulling. Doesn’t really care who’s pulling hair as long as its pulled. He personally likes it more if you pull his hair. Only in bed though, he takes great care of his hair most of the time and only lets it get ruined by you

💝 degradation kink. He likes it if you’re angry at him or if you scream at him. Slapping is definitely in there too. To him having you ride him and cursing at him with a slap here in there is totally ideal. He’s not ashamed about it either, after all in his fights he never dodged an attack so why would he do it now even if he could?

💝 17 cm, right amount of veins, it’s usually more around the shaft with only a few thick ones actually reaching almost to the tip . clean shaved with after care. Only sometimes will you see some black hair but that’s if he was REALLY busy, which is almost never. He prefers clean shaved but if you like it with hair he doesn’t mind or as long as you don’t make him have it too long. The tip color is #e9c8bc. And it’s slightly thicker than usual.

💝 he actually doesn’t masturbate often. He’s not someone who has sex constantly on his mind so he’ll live. However, if he does get exited he tries his best to not give in, you’ll have to get it out of him. There will be changes in how he acts. He’d stare a little longer and overall seem out of it. It’s one of the rare moments he willingly gets out off UI because he doesn’t want to act on his instincts

💝 You would think that he’d be into edging but he actually thinks it’s a turn off. It makes him so frustrated to the point he might actually get angry or shut off. He doesn’t mind too much and at some times he does enjoy it but the trick is to not over do it. When he’s in the begging stage please give in, he’ll be very grateful for it.

💝 his personal preference for women is that he doesn’t care. He’s a wild man okay? Personally he likes to look presentable. But he enjoys something different, it makes him intrigued. He loves it when his woman does what she wants. So what does this mean? It means he can handle bushes, even trees or jungles💯

💝 his cum is on the thicker and creamier side. Jonggun isn’t one too cum a lot, no matter how much you tease him or edge him it will be only just above average at best. He prefers facials or to cum outside.

💝 jonggun would take a smoke after sex. See it as a way to regain his energy. He’d probably smoke on the balcony and stay there for a minute before coming back. And yes he won’t bother to put on his clothes. Yes he’s standing on the balcony naked. He doesn’t see the need to wear clothes since you’ve already seen him naked. No his butt isn’t jiggly. It’s like…square?

💝 ass guy. He likes anything to do with it. Slapping or spanking your butt. Holding it, letting you sit on him, jiggling it. It’s one of the reasons he likes to fuck you from the back. The soft sound of your skin slapping against his fuels his urge to rougher. He’ll hold you by your hips and whisper things in your ears, or he’ll roughly make you look back so that he can kiss you.

💝 jonggun would let you sit on his face. He doesn’t mind how heavy you are, he’s strong for a reason. He’s a muncher okay? He likes eating. He’s the definition of gluttony. He doesn’t care if its the front or the back or both, he’s licking and sucking. He pays especially attention to the folds. He takes his time with it too, unless you want to be in charge and push his head into your pussy. He’ll hold your legs for you if you feel extra lazy. But be prepared to have his piercing black eyes onto yours locked the entire time.

💝 likes to have it in positions where he can see himself enter. He doesn’t necessarily know why but it turns him on to see how you take him. I feel like he definitely would do it in front of a mirror simply to see himself going at it.

💝 Jonggun isn’t very loud, but he would be vocal. You would hear breathy moaning. But if it really really feels good for some reason he might actually make some lewd noises. His voice is deep so expect his moaning to also be very deep. And if he moans it’s usually against your skin or close by your ear. It’s mainly panting and deep breaths though.

💝 I feel like Jonggun would like nudes. And mainly the ones you sent to him. Whether it’s in the shower, lying on the bed, under the sheets, on your work place, with or without clothing. Or if it’s just a picture of your legs while you’re taking a bath. A photo of you wearing something for the date the two of you are having later on. Or maybe even some poses. He likes all of them and definitely saves them on his phone in a separate album. When it comes to him sending nudes it’s usually of his back, arms, abs and chest. Ofcourse his dick is also the main part but he’s one to not just let it be so easy. More of a print or something covering it so that’s you can barely see what you want to see.