#jungoo

[amphitriteswife]

GOO WAS SO GLORIOUS AND HOT THIS CHAPTER

Literally busted

[pawramore]

gungoo taking a silly selfie

[seongunseo]

That little umbrella with lace. Very cute.

[seizuki]

Not my fyp coming back to lookism and viral hit. Tiktok, just because I'm starting to get into blondes DOESN'T MEAN U have to FILL GOO KIM EDITS ALL OVER MY PAGE... 😒

[vickyangel]

like how Teukie says.

[locomoqo]

haiii!!! i may have spent the rest of my time reading all your works🥲🥲 and is it okay to request Girl Dad! jake,goo and gun reacting to their baby just blabbering and them going on with it like “yeah i know right” “that’s so true”

thank you!! (also take ur time since it looks like you have alot on ur plate atm💕💕)

sweet talk

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim & Jake Kim x f!reader [separate]

details: fluff, established relationship (married)

A/N: I SAW THIS AND I WAS LIKE OH I HAVE TO DO THISSS ITS SO SAUR CUTEEEE YIEEE THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS REQ mweheh i love reqs like these

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun worked swiftly, slicing the apples with precision. He glanced over at his baby girl in her seat, her wide eyes tracking his every move as he sliced through each piece. You were down with a fever, leaving him to not only take care of you but also to manage his curious, babbling daughter.

He held up a bunny-shaped apple slice, presenting it to her with a slight smirk. Her reaction was immediate—eyes lighting up as she reached out, tiny fingers stretching toward the apple. “You like the bunny?” he asked as she took it and clumsily tried to nibble on it, ending up with more drool than bites.

Gun shook his head with a faint smile, but just as he turned back to finish the apple slices, she banged her chubby hands on the tray, her little mouth opening in a string of excited babbles.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head as she bounced in her seat, one hand gripping the bunny slice like a prized possession while the other pointed insistently at the plate.

“These are for mommy,” he explained, trying to hold his ground, but she only babbled louder, waving her free hand around as if to insist.

Gun sighed, glancing at the bunny-shaped slice she held, and then at the other slices on the plate. “You want all of them like this?” he muttered, looking back at her. “You think mommy would like it, huh?”

“Mamamama!” she gurgled happily, slapping her tiny hands against the tray again, clearly delighted at his consideration.

Gun chuckled, shaking his head. “Fine, you win.” He picked up another apple slice, carefully cutting it into another bunny shape. His daughter watched, entranced, and when he showed her the new bunny, she squealed with delight.

As he worked, Gun continued to talk to her, more to keep her entertained than anything. “Think mommy’s going to like the bunnies?” he mused out loud, and she responded with a babble, as if offering her very serious opinion on the matter.

After finishing, he arranged the bunny-shaped slices neatly on the plate, giving one last glance to his daughter, who had finally managed a small nibble on her slice. “Well, if it makes you two happy…” he muttered with a small, barely-there smile, carrying his daughter in one arm and the plate in his other hand to bring a little joy to his sick wife.

With his daughter happily babbling away at her “help” and his own satisfaction at his work.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo strolled through the house with his baby girl snuggled in her carrier, her tiny feet kicking as she took in everything with wide, curious eyes. Every few steps, she’d babble something, and Goo would gasp dramatically, as if she’d just shared the most incredible news.

“Oh, really?” he chuckled, bouncing her gently. “You’re just full of stories today, aren’t you?”

They paused in the hallway when she started reaching out, her little hand stretching toward a framed photo on the wall. It was a candid picture of Goo and you, both smiling on your wedding day. She babbled louder, smacking her little hand against the photo, clearly fascinated.

“Oh-ho! You found mama and dada, huh?” Goo teased, leaning closer to the picture so she could get a better look. She gurgled, waving her hands at the frame, and Goo’s grin grew. “You like that, huh? That’s ‘cause mama’s in it. She’s the pretty one, right? Dada’s just the one making her laugh.”

“Umwa, mwaamama!” she let out a string of babbles, and Goo put on a look of mock surprise. “You think she’s prettier than me? Oh, so it’s like that, huh?” he said, feigning hurt. “I’ll let that one slide since you’re my favorite girl.”

His daughter’s little noises filled the hall, and he grinned, nodding like she’d made the smartest observation. “Ohhh, you think I got lucky, huh? You got that right, sweetie. Lucky, lucky, lucky,” he chuckled. “And look at you, you’re her little twin! Same smile, same cute face… except you got daddy’s charm, don’t you?” he added with a wink, booping her nose.

Another babble.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, nodding as though they were having a full-blown conversation. “She’s smart, tough, and—well, let’s just say she’s got me wrapped around her finger. And you… you’re just like her, you know? Gonna grow up and be just as amazing.”

He paused, caught off guard by his own words, blinking in surprise as he felt a weird flutter in his chest. “Whoa, that was... okay, that was a little too sentimental,” he muttered, looking down at his daughter, who just blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes. “Ugh, daddy went full cringe mode for a second there. Ignore that, okay?”

But she just babbled back, and Goo groaned playfully, rolling his eyes. “Oh, great, you’re telling mama? You’re ratting dada out for being sappy? Unbelievable,” he said before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

ᯓ★—JAKE

Jake rocked his crying little girl in his arms, gently swaying back and forth as he tried every trick he could think of to calm her down. He bounced her, hummed softly, even gave her that little “shh-shh-shh” that sometimes worked like magic. But today? Not a chance. Her babbling came between tiny, hiccupping sobs, and he leaned down to look at her with a gentle smile, brushing a thumb softly across her chubby cheek.

“Someone’s got a lot to say,” he murmured, his voice soft. “Tell me, princess, what’s wrong? You hungry?” He shifted her in his arms, bouncing her lightly. “Or are you just giving daddy a little piece of your mind?”

His daughter’s cries softened for a moment, only to pick back up again with another babble. Jake widened his eyes, nodding as if he fully understood her complaints. “Ah, I see, I see,” he replied, nodding seriously. “So it’s the blanket, huh? Not soft enough? Or was it the bottle? Too warm? Too cold? Man, this is complicated.”

She let out another babble-cry, tiny fists reaching up to grab onto his shirt as if she were clinging to her last hope. He chuckled, taking her tiny hand and pressing a gentle kiss to her fingers. “Alright, I get it, princess. You’re not mad. Just… sharing some feedback, right? I respect that.”

She let out a series of softer babbles, staring up at him with watery eyes, and Jake leaned forward, pressing his forehead lightly to hers. “Yeah, I’m listening. Go on, get it all out. Daddy’s right here.”

With each little sound she made, Jake nodded along, pretending to take mental notes. “Oh, so it’s my singing you’re not a fan of? I thought it was pretty good—so did mommy, but maybe I need some pointers from the expert,” he whispered, winking. “And the rocking chair? Too slow, right? Got it, I’ll add that to daddy’s list.”

She continued to babble, and he kept going along with it, his voice taking on a playful tone. “And here I thought daddy was nailing it, huh? Guess I still have a lot to learn from the boss.”

She let out a few more babbling sounds, her tone shifting like she was calming down, and Jake continued, nodding sympathetically. “And on top of that, maybe you missed mommy a little too, right? Thought she’d be here, didn’t you?” He gave her a warm smile, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her back. 

Finally, her cries faded into little hiccups, her big eyes staring up at him. Jake let out a soft laugh, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “See? You just needed someone to listen. Don’t worry, princess—I’ll always be here, taking notes and making sure everything’s just right.”

His daughter cooed softly, finally content, her tiny fingers clutching his shirt as she nestled closer. Jake let out a relieved sigh, pulling her closer.

[jonggunkitten]

maybe in why not

another universe in this one?

[rinanar]

IS IT JUST ME OR HIS EYEBROWS R SO ATTRACTIVE LIKE BRO KISS ME RIGHT NEOW!!!!!!!

[sscarletvenus]

if you choose to run away with me...

[hayazuru]

Baby you just got your ass beat nearly to death please don't go trying for round 2🙏

[ymzkyzru]

“There is someone who will miss you if you die.” — Goo Kim.

I don’t even know where to begin, but Goo despite saying he wouldn’t thank Gun after Gun took all the blame for their crimes and went to prison for it alone. He still got upset when Gun refused visits from anyone.

I’ve always thought that Gun going to prison and taking the blame for everything was also his way of apologizing to Goo for rejecting all of Goo’s offers to go with him 🙁💔

It feels like his silent way of saying, “I’m sorry I can't go with you, hurt you, and left you behind.”

Goo defends Gun’s name when those Busan kids talk recklessly. He even clarified that neither of them belongs to any of those so-called generations. The fact that Goo couldn’t accept people mistaking Gitae for Gun—ugh, that seriously hit me right in the heart 💕💕 He said that aside from their hair color, Gitae isn’t like Gun at all 🥺☝🏾 That’s so precious. It really shows how much Gun means to him.

Gun and Goo are two independent individuals who never played along with that childish "generation" game. And you can see it—Goo’s expression when he talks about Gun. That pain and sadness… he only ever looks like that when it’s about Gun.

And then tonight, he said that line again. Oh God… Goo Kim, you’re so precious, and I truly hope Gun sees that one day. You’ve been protecting his name and the people who matter to him (because as far as Goo knows, Daniel is the successor Gun chose).

Even after your last meeting ended in a brutal fight that left you nearly unconscious, you still care about Gun.

Thank you, Goo. Seriously.

😭💕

[amphitriteswife]

Goo dating headcanons

💸 Dating goo can be a real roller coaster. A fun roller coaster that is. There could be problems here and there but in his eyes it’s nothing he can’t solve. Yes it is true that he prioritizes his job over you sometimes. But that’s because his job is very ‘demanding.’ But it pays well, so he hopes you understand.

💸 Fair dates, cinema dates, shopping spree, restaurants, coffee dates and karaoke dates. (Sometimes with jonggun tagging along even though he himself doesn’t want to and goo forced invited him to go) he can’t always make it, but he does make it up to you in one way or another. Always.

💸 if you go to a far date, expect him to scream and yell in every attraction you go to. Yes he’s afraid of heights. Too bad you didn’t know, you have to put with him now. Luckily he don’t throw up. Oh but he WILL try the claw machine’s and not win shit. He spent a lot of money on it too by the way. Bro might start crying. Or just sit on the ground or sum. You might even feel bad for dawg😔

💸 if you are the one to actually win a plushie and give it to him, bro will scream. He’ll immediately hug it and start thanking you. You bet he’s taking pictures of it and posting it on all his socials. Even sending it to groupchats and Jonggun himself with a caption of ‘look what my girlfriend got me hehe😝😈’ and yes he also sends it to you. He’s putting the plush on his bed or in a special shrine he made with gifts from you.

💸 personally, i think Goo also seems to be a best friend and boyfriend. He would want to be in love and love you if you get what i mean. Ofcourse his best friend is jonggun, but that’s different from how he loves you. A main thing that is important to him is understanding, you don’t need to accept. Just understanding for him is enough.

💸 If you date Goo, it’s high likely that you too are a fan of anime. He doesn’t really mind which type you are. Manga, manhwa, anime, donghua even BL or GL. He doesn’t really care which one you enjoy. He just likes the swords in em you know. He would probably talk to you about his favorites and you about yours. It could be that the two of you read/ watch together or that you made trades on watching each other’s faves. For him it feels like he can share a hobby with you which he appreciates.

💸 I can see you meeting Goo at a bookstore. Both of you at the Manga section eyeing the same manga. You having if in your hands first and Goo demanding that you give it to him with a serious gaze, however his face would twist in mild surprise when you do actually hand it to him. He would say he is joking but you would insist that he can take it, he would find your indifference and calm nature intriguing. He would stare at you for a while you pick at another manga and decide to buy that one instead. You didn’t bother arguing with him because you didn’t think you’ll see him again. Unfortunately, he kept showing up even when he saw you avoid him. Which eventually made him say. ‘Miss. Go on a date with me.’

💸 Goo likes to call you ‘sugar’ or ‘sweetheart.’ Because he thinks you’re lively, sweet, addictive and always lighten his heart. He feels as if he can say anything to you, no matter what it is. Sometimes he even wants to tell you everything about his job, but he knows he can’t because it’ll put you in danger and he can’t risk that. You mean too much to him to make you see the stuff he does.

💸 Now when it comes to you being Goo’s girlfriend. There are a lot of people you don’t know who are in Goo’s life. And he also doesn’t think it would be relevant for you to know all of them. He would probably introduce you to Jonggun who wonders why you haven’t left Goo yet. And maybe James who is rather aloof and is on pretty neutral terms with you. Its save to say that James likes you better than Goo. Jonggun on the other hand doesn’t necessarily engage with you, but does little things like asking you to look after Goo or keeping him on a leash.

💸 Goo would go to concerts with you. Even if he doesn’t listen to the same music as you. He’ll make sure he handles everything from tickets to seats to time stamps. He’s pretty laid back about it too, he has it handled but isn’t stern about it. He’ll buy you merch if that’s what you want, even going as far as to go buy it himself during the concert so that you can still enjoy seeing your artist(s). If it’s in another country he’ll ditch his work probably and still go with you anyway. If the concert has lightsticks you can be rest assured: he already bought those.

I’m sorry it’s short. I ran out ideas😭

[jxngzx]

I drew this pic for Songkran festival >< ♡♡♡

[qyuubu]

dg ass naked after whole decade we all cheered 🎊

highkey been praying for this icl bc we already got gun and goo nudity and IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME FOR JAMES LEE TO TAKE OFF HIS CLOTHES TOO BC I SWEAR HE WAS SUCH A NUN UP UNTIL THIS POINT… always wearing sweaters and whatever 🙄

and while ik it’s been confirmed for a while now (like in his swimming pool scene with daniel) but i just realized his gd tatts really are gone like NOTHING IS LEFT.

[sourrc867]

omgg they look so cute🫣

[vinjinssunglasses]

Helloooo, i saw the req box is open so here i am!! Can i req for a nsfw goo please? The one that included versatile/switch!goo and nipple play (on him) 😳👉🏻👈🏻 hehe thank uuuu <333 i love ur writings💕💕

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character; kim junggoo

summary; Gun and Goo have been hiding something from you, yet it all gets pushed to back of your mind when he’s grinding against you. Why have they been hiding Gitae from you? It’s all a blur.

tags;, female + male masturbation, nipple play ( clamps + vibrator), edging, slight orgasm denial

w/c; 3.8k

a/n tysm for req!! I swear I’ll write something cute after this. HELSO ILY TYSM ilovesubgoosoimightve

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Inside this fancy penthouse, you let yourself sink into the sheets of the king-sized mattress. Junggoo lays there next to you, letting himself snooze for what he promised as another 10 minutes. Of course, he’s lying again. Your hand rests upon his cheek, your thumb gently rubbing against the soft skin, adoring his sleeping face. The room was bathed in the soft light peeking in from the half closed curtains. It was quiet, besides your steady breathes and the sounds of the bustling city below at 9am. There was nothing but the two of you, bodies subconsciously drawn together, finding comfort in each others arms.

Junggoo… Dating him felt like mood swings. The giggle and joy you get from his unserious side, cracking jokes at the worst of times. Although a dark turn takes place when he becomes serious, silent and brooding. Sliding his katana out of his sheath, the tension palpitating at the sift in mood, from one of comedy to horror. Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder how you got here, waking up with a maniac right beside you. Was it fate when you first met?

Sitting up, you stretched and groaned as you dragged your feet to the kitchen. What should I cook..? Eggs and bacon is fine. It was all you had in the fridge anyway, **this was a throwaway apartment after all. In the kitchen, the smell of coffee and the sizzling eggs mingled with the scent of Goo from your skin. You stretched out your sore back and rubbed your tired eyes again, but nothing seemed to shake off that lingering sleepiness.

Dishing it all into two plates, you took them into the living room to where Goo lazed himself upon… Goo lazed himself upon?

“Here—“ You paused. “Weren’t you just sleeping?”

“I promised I’d be awake in 10 minutes, didn’t I?” Goo yawned, taking the plates away from you.

“..I was in the kitchen for 30 minutes?” You sat down leaning against your favourite cushion, while Goo only smirked.

Another hour passes, and you’re curled up together, watching a show he picked after arguing. Goo seemed to also find it boring, yet he didn’t want to switch to what you picked as he promised it would be interesting. As you leaned in closer, your legs brushed, the heat between you almost impossible to ignore. He kept stealing glances, lips playing into a grin each time.

“Hey, where’s Gun?” you hadn’t seen him in ages, it wasn’t worrying, but you were just curious.

“He’s out right now,” Goo smirked, as if he had an idea. Turning down the volume, his voice became low, just above a whisper.

“You know what that means…?” His hands rested upon your thigh, teasingly moving upwards..

“What if Gun comes back, huh?” But you loved that idea. It had been so damn long since you’ve had a taste of him — too many nights where he’d tease only to be interrupted. And now, with Gun Gone, the spark between you were ready to be united.

“We’ll be quick, I promise~” Goo smiled, your legs straddling him, eagerly grinding.

Your hands find their way into his shirt, while his finger gently traces down your spine; his hand shamelessly slipping into your pants. Goo‘s warm lips run down your jaw, nestling his face in your neck while he plants kisses and hickeys all over. You part your lips from just a moment, gazing into his lust-hungry eyes that can never get enough. All before he pulls you back in for more.

Neither of you heard the door unlocking, nor the keys jiggling as someone entered. The both of you were too distracted by the panting and the rushing to take clothes off. It wasn’t until his silhouette loomed in the hallway, arms crossed like a scolding parent, and his voice that the heat between you chilled. You froze, breath hitching and eyes widening as his footsteps echoed. Goo’s hands dropped immediately with an exasperated groan.

“Seriously, now?”

Gun sighed deeply, voice sharp, underlined by a twitching smirk that hinted he wasn’t surprised in the least. “In the living room? What are you, animals?”

You scrambled to grab your shirt, cheeks flushed, while Goo slumped back with a sigh.

“Can’t we have one moment?” He muttered, throwing a frustrated glance his way while lazily throwing on his own clothes. The two of you thought this was finally your time. Until Gun walked in.

“It’s time to go, Junggoo. I was sent here to pick you up.” Gun crosses his arms.

“Duty calls, babe.” He playfully kisses your cheek, shoving on a jacket and shoes. “I’ll make it up to ya~”

He waves, shutting the door behind him. Damn it. It wasn’t enough. You simply needed the heat and his wait of his body over yours, possessively holding onto your body, all while whispering sweet nothings into your ears. Or those sweet times you tied him to a chair, edging him while he could barely choke out a word; his cock twitching for a much needed release.

Slumped on the sofa, this time only accompanied by your deteriorating sanity, the ache between your legs a cruel reminder of what you couldn’t have. It wasn't just the physical need — it was the longing for his touch, the way he made you feel like the only person in the world when his eyes were on you.

It was as if your hand were possessed — fingers ghosting down your body, breath hitching as a warm sensation spread throughout you, desperate for the release of the tension building inside. Using two fingers to spread your folds apart, your finger submerged itself in your own juices. It pained you how much you wanted — no, needed — him next to you right now. Teasing you on how horny he made you, hitting all your favourite spots as sultry moans escaped your throat.

You panted, lips parting as to moan his damned name, while you felt your fingers cramping. If only he were there, to rub your g-spot exactly how you licked it, kissing and licking up on your clit. However, now you only had your fingers to circle your throbbing nub, and it was nowhere near enough. It’ll never compare to how he makes you tremble from the pleasure.

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That same night, they were back late, once again. This time, you head the door open, and the familiar fussing of Goo complaining and Gun’s nonchalance.

“We’re back.” Gun’s voice were tired, without warmth from the lack of energy, hanging his jacket up and locking the door.

“If I hear Gun complain one more time, im going to jump out the car!” Goo groaned, seeming unfazed, kicking off his shoes.

“Would save me the trouble of having to deal with you.” Jonggun deadpanned, rolling his eyes.

“I just finished cooking.” You smirked, watching the familiar fuss between them two of them. Always arguing as if they’re kids. “Try not to kill each other.”

“Finally!” As soon as he heard that, he practically flew to the dining table. “Smells great, babe!”

The both of them blabber amongst themselves as you place each plate before them. Junggoo slumped in his chair, picking up his fork with the enthusiasm of a lottery winner. “I’m starved. I could kiss you right now.” He smirked, the challenge in his voice unmistakeable.

You leaned in, lips barely brushing when Gun’s voice cut through, sharp and distasteful.

“Don’t even think about it.” Gun winced and kicked his leg under the table, eyebrows curling in disgust, while the pain turned Goo’s smirk into a grimace. The evening went on, laughing and chatting as usual.

“Right..” You started, drawing their attention back onto you. “So, what happened while you were out?”

Junggoo’s fork slipped from his fingers, clattering onto the table. The lively atmosphere suddenly became quiet and uptight, one that you disliked. His eyes flicked to Gun, lingering there, who could only dart from Goo’s to your expression. His fingers drummed one against the table before stilling, the silence dragging on enough to make your pulse quicken.

“Well..?” You pressed, voice steady. yet neither of them wanted to speak, as if what happened were a secret between the two of them. You hated secrets. After knowing each other for years, could we all not trust the other enough? Underneath your voice lay the worst possibilities you could imagine.

Finally, Junggoo cleared his throat, shaking it off with a laugh. “It’s nothing you need to worry about. It was the same as always.” That glance he shot Gun says otherwise.

“Okay..” Even after taking that as an answer, you hated that feeling — the feeling that they were keeping something from you. The world will keep spinning whether you knew or not, yet it still gnawed at you.

A thick silence settled in the air, apart from the scratching of forks against plates and the heavy rise and falls of breaths. What could either of them possibly say to break the tension?

“Tomorrow.” Junggoo’s voice cut through the quiet, eager to start a conversation in the midst of this sudden awkwardness. “We’re going to meet a friend of mine.”

“Another of your secret friends?” You asked, but haven’t you met them all?

“Well, it’s more like a friend of a friend. Kim Gitae.” Goo immediately shut his mouth after foolishly muttering that name. That name, it clung to your mind, all so familiar yet you had no clue. Kim Gitae..

That Kim Gitae. The Gitae who ruthlessly murdered Gapryong Kim, legend of the first generation, and fled back to Mexico. All of the rumours that spread were nasty — detailing vivid scenes of his unmerciful crimes. A drug dealer who resides in Mexico, occasionally flying back to Korea to stir up more trouble.

Suddenly loosing all the appetite you had left, your fork hovered in the air.

“Kim Gitae..” Those words hung in the air. “Why the hell are you meeting him?”

Your tone wasn’t masked, and you didn’t care. Disapproval rolled off your tongue in the worst way imaginable, heavy enough to make the room feel suffocating. Junggoo shifted in his seat, clearly noticing your change in demeanour.

“There’s no need to worry, it’ll all be fine!” Goo tried to undermine the situation, yet your attitude remained the same “Look, uh —, Gun wont be tagging along, he’s busy.”

“Doing—“ You let out a sigh. “Nevermind” It wasn’t worth the hassle, you knew that more than likely they would lie.

That next morning, you were awoken by the loud ringing of the alarm clock. On the other hand, Goo slept quietly in your arms, taking slow breaths that tickled your skin. Your hand rests upon his cheek, moving towards his golden, smooth strands.

“Goo, Its time to wake up,” You placed a kiss upon his cheek, softly whispering against his ear. “Goo?”

Nudging him this time, you called his name out again to no avail. “You told me to wake you up early, you idiot..”

Despite your efforts he’s still unconsciously tossing and turning. What was the point of waking him up in the first place? Gitae’s arriving at 5pm, not 5am. Is that why he set his alarm for 5am…? Either way, you weren’t exactly keen on having dinner with him. Out of all people, it had to be him.

4pm eventually came around, and you were in Goo’s special sports car. His hand rests upon your thigh, gently stirring the steering wheel while playing your favourite songs on repeat.

“I’m not happy about this, you know.” Fingers tapping against the armrest, you face away from him, letting the cool breeze glide across your face. Seriously, how much has he been hiding from you?

“Babe, it’ll all be fine. I promise you.”

“Yeah, but don’t you know what he’s done?!” The car suddenly came to a halt. Your heart skipped a beat, and you turned to look at Goo who was now staring at you.

“The lights suddenly changed. My bad.” That stern voice. As if he’s giving you a warning to be quiet. Swallowing your pride, your breath became heavier, and you felt as if time were frozen.

For the rest of the ride, you didnt dare let a word pass your lips. Occasionally, your eyes would linger towards Junggoo’s, whose face remained unfazed. To Goo, it was all a blur. First, why did you know that about Gitae in the first place? Neither him nor Gun have ever mentioned his name to you prior, and what relevance does that name have to you? Therefore it must’ve been done by someone on purpose. Who? Counting through all the people he’s introduced to you, he doubts any of them were close enough to mention a man like that.

“Junggoo?” You called, alarmed, and he swerved the car out of the way of another vehicle. Zoning out on the road like that is dangerous, he knew that; yet the thought still lingers in the back of his mind. He lets out a hum as a response.

“Look, maybe I was a little out of line. I’m just.. worried about you.”

“It’s fine, it’s also mine. I know I shouldn’t have acted like that.” He hand rubs your thigh, softly smiling when you place your hand atop his. By this time, he were reversing into a parking spot.

Suspiciously, Goo had this smirk playing across his lips, yet you could only anticipate for what he was about to do. You couldn’t take your eyes off him for even a second. He paused for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons of his next move, then turns to you, hands curling around yours in a possessive grip.

“You know what you could do to make it up, huh?” His voice low, teasing, sending a thrill throughout you. Goo unbuckled his seatbelt, positioning himself between your legs as he began to undo his blouse.

“Now?” This time, there was nobody to interrupt you, but in the car is a questionable choice. What’s more concerning is the possibility someone might hear the two of you.

“The windows are one-way. They can’t see in.” He reassures, lips ghosting over your neck sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the heat radiating against his ebody as he lightly rubbed his growing erection against you breathe warm against your neck.

“It’s a small space so…” The words hang in the air, and deep down, you know you crave to hear his sultry moans in your ear, to feel the raw desire between you.

“No more excuses.” Goo held your hands and pressed them against his hips, trailing them to his ass. When he’s acting so sexy like this, you don’t want to refuse. Damn it.

Your hands wander from his chest towards his v-line and you slowly unbutton his jeans, slipping your fingers down towards his cock that leaked with pre-cum. Goo lowered his head through hooded lids at the sight of you teasing his sensitive, pink tip, taking deep breathes as your finger encircled it.

Junggoo couldn’t help but buckle his hips toward your hand, body pleading for you to wrap your hands around it. When you gently stroked from the tip, down to the base, a wave of pleasure shot through him. Under his breath, he only quietly whimpered for more, ashamed of his voice leaking. And you knew exactly how to make him scream.

Your hands trailed towards his now erect nipples, teasing the area around. They only slightly brushed against the soft pink areolas, yet his breath hitched at the feathery contact. Gently squeezing his chest, you peppered kisses, deliberately missing everywhere he craved your attention for. Junggoo whined, resting upon your neck, and he could only bite his lip.

They twitched, aching for your touch. You smirked watching as he finally started begging.

“Just touch my nipples already, ugh, I can’t carry on, I..” He whined, while you drop your hands.

“If you really want it, then beg for it.” Beg? No, a great swordsman like him can’t fall to the need for his nipples to be teased. Then again, the tension building inside could only be calmed by you.

“Please, please, I- I need you. Touch me, please,” Junggoo sobbed breathlessly, and you obliged, gently pinching and twisting the tips. You took your time, rolling his bills between your fingers, watching his breath hitch at every slow twist and tug. It seemed as if the pleasure pushed the thoughts back, not caring at all anymore, letting his body bask in the pleasure.

“More..” He whimpered, grinding against you once more as his cock was left lonely. It twitched furiously, yearning for your hand for stroke it once more. Your fingers travelled down his stomach to clasp around his dick, softly stroking up and down. Junggoo let out a sigh, smiling as he tilted his head back.

Your lips wrapped around his nipple, warm and soft, swirling over it in slow, tantalising motions that made him go crazy. A desperate moan escaped his lips, rough and trembling, gripping onto your hair.

“Where’s the toys?” You whisper brushed over his skin, a command more than a question, as your hands settled possessively at his hips.

“G..Glovebox. The glovebox..” Goo stammered, voice already laced with anticipation. With a sly smile, he twisted around and opened it, pulling out his favourite toys: a set of nipple clamps and a small, egg vibrator.

You started with the clamps, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly as you placed them over his already sensitive nipples, watching as they tightened around them. He let out a quick, surprised gasp, as if the pleasure hit harder than expected. The initial pinch was sharp, a sting that instantly transformed into a throbbing warmth that let pain and thrill mix together. Each little tug and tease made the delightful pain ache more, making his whole body shiver in delight.

Then came the egg vibrator.. Three modes - light, medium and high. Oh, you knew exactly what to do.

You trailed down slowly, hovering over his lost sensitive places, watching the anticipation build. On the lightest setting, it trailed slow, teasing circles around the swollen length, barely grazing it, yet enough to make him gasp. His hands gripped upon your hair for any sort of remorse, voice trembling.

“Please, I’m getting close…” Goo mumbled, body trembling against yours. With a wicked smile, you turned the setting up to medium, pressing it directly against it, sending a low, steady pace that made his thighs tense; his whole body jerking at the touch. You could feel him suppressing his voice, worried if someone might hear. However the thought of him being too loud only turned him on more.

“Not yet.” As you released the clamps, a sharp gasp escaped his lips, his chest rising as blood rushed back, bringing a wave of heightened sensitivity. The sudden released left the fragile skin tingling with a hint of relief and a lingering ache. His nipples pulsed open air, each brush making his body shudder with a newlyfound sensitivity.

“Please..! I need to..!” Goo pleaded, gritting his teeth. Your lips closed around his nipples, and he instinctively arched his back, a wave of ecstasy surging through him. As you lightly sucked, his breath hitched, clenching his fists, unable to handle the sweet sensation pulsing through him.

Suddenly, you stopped, leaving him breathless, stranded on the edge. Goo panted, looking down upon you with a confused look. He still wanted more.

“Why’d you stop? I’m so close..” He muttered, disappointed, grinding upon you for any sort of friction. Goo leaned back, twisting and pulling his nipples, whining. The sight was captivating, watching as he took over where you left off. His chest rose with every shaky breath, hands moving with an urgency that mirrored his desperation. A slow, needy gasp escaped his lips, full of a dangerous mix of frustration and pleasure.

You couldn’t take it anymore — his eyes meeting yours, silently communicating for you to replace his shaky hands, daring you to watch as he chased the satisfaction you so selfishly denied.

Junggoo groaned as you took his twitching dick into your hands, stroking rapidly. Each stroke was swift, rough, as if a punishment for being such a slut. The sounds of slick friction and shallow breathes filled the air, driving him closer to his long awaited finish line. His eyes met yours, his whole body at your mercy, submitting to the pace you set.

“Shit, ugh..! I’m going to, cum.. I’m cumming..!” He stammered, body tensing as he finally gave in, loosing himself completely. A guttural moan escaped his lips as his jaw became loose, his grip tightening around your hair. Junggoo’s body jerked with each wave of pleasure drowning him, leaving him breathless and spent, completely at your mercy.

“Pass me a tissue.” You let out a small chuckle, watching the cum dripping from your fingers.

The sound of the airport bustling was a familiar one, people dragging their suitcase along escalators and distant chatter. You turn your gaze to Goo, who seems as if he’s found our Gitae.

“He’s there, let’s go.” He took your hand dragging you towards a slumping figure. As you looked closer, you took in his unique appearance — a sleek, raven hair, with deep eyes that seemed to pierce through you. He straightened, gaze zeroing in Goo, instantly recognising him.

“Junggoo, he told me?” Gitae’s voice was low and smooth, his cruel eyes sizing him with a hint of cold amusement. He loomed over Goo’s shorter frame, the same ruthless stare he used for his victims.

“That’s right. Nice to meet you, Gitae.” Goo extended his hand with a calculated politeness, however the tension between the two were palpable. The air felt thick and heavy with unspoken intent as their eyes locked — a silent test of wills, perhaps? A smirk played across the taller man’s lips as he asked to lead the way, gaze lingering for a second too long. It makes you wonder what’s happened behind the scenes. Why wouldn’t he tell you?

You sighed as you took a seat as passenger, reminding you of the pornographic scene played here not long ago. A suden chuckle came from behind you, and you turned to face him, curious.

“It smells of sex in here. Did you two just finish a session?” He leaned back in his seat, watching how the two of you instantly avoided eye contact, unable to even look in the others direction.