#jonggun x reader

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

(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!

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