#Goo x reader

[waleriqww]

HERE IS MY HOUSEWIFEY 🍓😳🫣🤭

[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.

[rinanar]

hello~~, its my first time coming here and i read your rules alr♡ can i ask for smut goo x reader? where theyre having a make-up sex lol. and if i may go into details, they loved each other so much but the problem is just too big so that the intercourse gets both steamy and emotional haha. thank u in advance!!💖💖

IM SORRY ! K.JUNGOO

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character/s : jungoo kim

type : oneshot — smut (pwlp) , fluff — f!reader

warning/s — details : size kink (I GAVE GOO SIZE KINK I HOPE THATS ALRIGHT 😓😓) , established relationship , SLIGHT dacryphilia (I hope this is alright too....frfr), creampie , argument , etc , ALL CONSENSUAL !!!

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It was unusual for you two to fight. Usually it'd just be a fake argument, something that wouldn't last long, something that isn't that serious, a banter. But he just won't listen to you this time.

You had already said—no, begged him to stop getting himself hurt, but he just won't listen.

You do love him very much, isn't that why you keep scolding him? What part of it doesn't he get?

He gets you worried sick, doesn't that upset him?

You've been trying to talk to him for weeks, but he just can't sit down and listen to your nagging.

From the moment he told you that, the way your lips quivered just broke him. He internally killed himself, or maybe he's just being dramatic again.

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He'd make it up to you, he said. He is, and it's working, too.

He had already made you cum on his fingers, on his tongue, but he knew it wasn't enough. You knew it too, but you got too impatient.

"P—pleasee..please..hng...put-put it inn..goo..why can't you..? Don't you wanna make it up to me..?" You sniffled, hugging him by his neck, your legs wide open.

"Fuck-..fuck..don't say that.." he groaned, his cock twitching from your voice, your whiny weak voice.

"..You sure..?" He mumbled, squinting his eyes, he was clearly uncertain, he knew how big he was, and that thought turned him on even more.

You nodded weakly, which earned a pinch from him, causing you to yelp, "Thought I told you to use your words, huh?" He hummed in a sing-song voice, earning a frown from you, which made him smile.

"'m sorryy..I will—I will..I can take it, I swear.." You promised, you really thought you could.

He grabbed his cock, stroking it a little before lining it up against your entrance, rubbing his tip against your slick folds, making you let out a breathy whimper.

"Just tell me if you can't take it, alright..?" He sighed, then when you gave the go signal, he slowly pushed himself in, earning a cry from you.

You bit down on his shoulder, squirming a little. It stung, fuck, how long has it even been?

He looked at you for a moment, letting out ragged breaths, feeling how tightly you were clamping down on him.

"C-can't.. can't—n..noo..t'big—" You whined, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.

He let out a shaky sigh, pausing for a moment, "Y...it's just that you're small..fuck-ing hell..you're so small.." he groaned, getting more and more turned on from the size difference, his cock twitching slightly inside you.

"You took me before, baby..you can take me again, hm..?" He panted, his hand reaching up to play with your breasts, pinching and twisting the perky nipple.

You nodded at his words, shutting your eyes close, letting tears fall. "Mh..m..fuckk..you're so cute.." he whimpered, before slowly pushing in once again.

"W..whenever..whenever I act reckless again..I..I want you to-..fuck..slap me back to reality..okay..? God- fuck.." he whimpered, his voice starting to get shaky, as you babbled with slurred words, about how it's too big, how you can't take it, but, shit, you take it so well, he thought.

"I love you—s..so much..look at how you're..t-taking me so well.." he groaned, before finally burying himself to the hilt.

"I love you a lot..fuck..I'm so sorry.." he whined against your neck, he spoke so sweetly to you, and that just made you sob even harder.

"I just..I'm so sorry..I love you, I'm sorry for yelling at you.. please.." he sniffled, waiting for you to let him move. He kissed and marked your neck, while his hand caressed your breasts, down to the back of your thighs, helping you relax around him.

Once you gave him the sign it was okay to move, he almost let out another groan at that. The sight of you crying has him weak on his knees, and the fact that there was a small bulge forming on your stomach even broke him further.

He moved slowly at first, letting your cries be swallowed by the sound of your wet, squelching noise.

"You're so small..fuck..did you know that..hm..? Baby..?" He whimpered, his hand rubbing small circles on your nub.

"S'b..bi-bigg..aahnn.." You whined, throwing your head back slightly. You could feel the ridges of his cock sliding against your walls, and it drove you crazy, like always.

It could never get old, how he whined and whimpered, how his cock slid against your walls so lewdly, and how he loves you so much.

He sniffled apologies, he whimpered them, he whined them, he keeps apologizing.

From that alone, you already forgave him.

He started to move faster, his groans turning into moans mingling with yours, the slick sound getting louder and louder, and the breathing getting heavier and ragged.

It made you dizzy, and somehow he just manages to push you even more by pressing on the bulge forming, causing you to let out a strangled whine.

He kept doing that, feeling you clench around him, feeling you tighten around him even more, implying that you were getting closer so fast.

"Mn-G-g..goo—m..'m close-'m close—..hngg..please-please don't stop..please..'m so sorryy.." You whined and begged, your tongue lolling out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"'M not stopping..fuck..fuck..come for me—come..fuck..cum around my cock.." He groaned, lifting your hips, hitting your spot, earning a strangled cry from you.

You cried out his name as your body convulsed, sobbing from the feeling of orgasming around his cock.

But he kept going, wanting to reach his high, too. He was desperate for it at this point, feeling you squirm and convulse around him was one thing, but looking at your pretty face after you came? God, he was done.

"'m cummingg.. m-'m..c-cumming.." He whimpered, searching for your eyes, silently begging you to let him come inside you. And you did.

You wrapped your legs around him, letting him come inside you. He started to slow down, using you to milk himself, spilling his seed into you.

There was a moment of silence, aside from the heavy breathing, but he spoke first— "I love you. I'm sorry."

It was the first time he actually apologized. But it's the first serious argument, so you'll let him off this time. Until, he continued,

"I'm not done making it up to you yet."

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a/n : sorry (hi for bad english)

[vovoloyo]

That Should Be Me

✧. ┊ g/n. reader x goo

✧. ┊  synopsis : ̗̀➛ goo is jealous because you and gun are being close

✧. ┊ warnings: angst

✧. ┊ notes: goo angst is so real, this is inspired by the goo panel in the latest chapters. n also ignore the poorly edited header pls, thx

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩

If Goo were to describe the relationship between you and him, he would say: that everyday was like a vivid dream, filled with laughter and jokes that the both of you exchange in turns of another. How you would jokingly hit him for his unfunny jokes, how smiley you looked when he gifted you something, how it felt like he was the only one to make you laugh. It made him realized that, he wouldn't trade anything in the world for this relationship. He made a silent promise to remove anything that would interfere with this relationship.

But, he wouldn't have known this promise would be shattered as soon as he introduced you to his other close friend: Gun.

As each day passes, it seemed like you and Gun were getting closer and closer; from only meeting up whenever the trio is together to grabbing coffee with just you and Gun. The more Goo realized this special relationship he had with you is getting fainter by each day, it made him feel more helpless; considering his dear connection to Gun and you.

While his overthinking abused his mind, he didn't even realize that you and Gun were calling him from the front while he was walking from the back. From his perspective, your teasing smile next to Gun's tall figure looking back at him would create a lump stuck in his throat. He can't help but awkwardly smile back.

Several weeks has gone by, Goo finds himself doing things by himself. Activities that he used to do with you by his side, now without you by his side, his side feels cold. He’s at the arcade, the go-to place for when you guys hung out. Why was he there? Was it to reminisce what you two used to have? Does he miss you? He’s confused, unsettled, and hurt.

And was it fate when he turned to his side by reflex and saw Gun with you playing his favorite claw machine? Goo’s heart skipped a beat and his whole body freezes. His eyes moving rapidly, quickly analyzing and taking all the details, Gun staring at you with adoration, you smiling and giggling while holding the big plushie you had yearned for, and frowned when Goo had failed to capture it many times. And lastly, their pinkish blush on their faces.

Next thing he knew, he’s walking, no, running out of that arcade with this lingering pain in his chest. His heart is pounding, his thoughts are racing, and he’s running out of breath. “What’s this feeling?”, he thought while almost choking “what am i doing?”, he couldn’t think of anything else. That one moment of you and Gun together keeps replying in his head, then a tear runs down Goo’s cheek.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩

[redwolfxx]

home screen

Gun/Goo x Reader

summary: gun/goo/rder/poly : lockscreen/homescreen, showing each other, reader gets shy

tw: embarrassment, suggestive, gun&goo are warnings themselves

a/n: i'm embarrassed i even thought of this, it's not great

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- imagine the two of them cornering you after catching a glimpse of your home screen and wanting to get a better look

- embarrassed you try to hide it behind you

-in an attempt to coax you to show it they agree to show their lock&home screens first

- goo goes first showing his lock screen - a random meme he pulled off tiktok

- his home screen? a photo of you making a (very embarrassing) face in your sleep, squished between his arm and gun's

- your face beet red as you try to grab his phone to delete that photo, but being stopped by the embarrassing height difference between the two

- giving in to the teasing you give up trying to climb good to reach the phone

- gun then shows you his, his lock screen a photo of the two of you at some sort of charity gala, all dressed up

- his home screen? something that makes you want to run, dig a hole, and die

- it was a photo of you (chest up) after a ....eventful night on a blissful high, face red, breathing hard, out of your mind

- now it was your turn

- in comparison yours wasn't to the same extent as theirs but... yeah

- your lock screen, a cute photo of the three of you at a charity event once more, all dressed up, looking fine as hell

- the two coo and tease you but you knew this was the start

- the home screen took a bit more coaxing from the two, false promises of "i won't judge, not even laugh" from the two

- good with a big shit-eating grin and gun with his signature smirk focused on you

- eventually you give in, unlocking your phone you give it to them before turning and facing the wall, making futile attempts to hide your embarassment

- presented in all its glory is your home screen, a photo you had snuck of the two of them after a shower in nothing but towels, muscles on full display, beads of water dripping down them

- immediately goo is on you cooing and poking at you, making smug comments about how you have the hots for them, more importantly him

- eventually the noise dies down and your phone is handed back to you

"you know, you can always ask me to walk around shirtless more often..."

"don't talk to me"

"hey babe, paint me like one of your french girls"

"goo, i'm going to throttle you"

[shintaru]

lookism | Cuddling head canons pt.3

Pt.1, pt.2, pt.4

Eli Jang

Likes cuddling with you and Yenna

loves coming home seeing both you asleep with Yenna in your arms. He will lay beside you and cover you up with a blanket.

will be the big spoon he loves holding onto you, he won’t admit it but he has a fear that if he lets go you’ll disappear

let’s you sleep in his clothes

Likes cuddling on the couch watching cartoons with you & Yenna

Johan Seong

Likes cuddling with you and his dogs

loves eating and cuddling. Expect him to get crumbs everywhere and he doesn’t share his food. Anytime you reach for some chips he’ll snatch the bag and give you a side eye. That is if the bag isn’t already empty.

will let you play with his hair, it relaxes him

let’s you fall asleep on his chest. He likes seeing how peaceful you look while resting.

He will lay on you any chance he gets

Bonus : he will stare at you a lot and study your face because he’s afraid that he won’t remember what you look like if he loses his eye sight

Jong Gun

Likes being in control

loves being an asshole. You’re cold and you want him to spare the blanket prepare for him to ignore you until he feels like sharing.

will hog the blankets when you sleep over it doesn’t matter if you bring extra blankets he somehow manages to have them all

let’s you sleep over because he doesn’t like having to wait on you to arrive at his house to cuddle

You have to initiate cuddling he won’t unless he is really sleepy

Joon Goo

Likes when you snuggle up to him when you fall asleep first

Loves getting on your nerves in a playful way. He will do small things to annoy you like sticking his foot in your face, farting under the blanket and trapping you underneath it

will make a bunch of random dad jokes that make you shake your head and sigh while you’re both laying side by side

let’s you sleep in his clothes

Gets way too excited when he has time to cuddle with you

Jake Kim

Likes when you cuddle on the couch and fall asleep on him. He will carry you to bed and sleep with you in his arms.

loves when you straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck

will alternate between being the big & small spoon

let’s you trace your fingers over his scars and tattoos if he’s comfortable with you he’ll tell you how he got the scars and why he got his tattoos

Doesn’t want to get out of bed and let you go when he has to go to work

dedicated to @vynnyll

[lookismfanfics]

(Y/N) uses her and Gun’s engagement party as a last ditch effort to hook up with Goo

𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧... 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

Goo x Reader x Gun

Notes: I did an accidentally changed the request a little. Writing things. Sigh. It’s pitifully short. I kind of hate it.

Warnings: Implied smut? Angst? Fluff ? (Idk lol) UNEDITED.

It was so hot in the penthouse.

Every corner you turned you bumped shoulders with yet another guest. Hands crawled to grip the small of your back; unwelcome hugs came from left and right. More champagne was shoved into your hand. Fingers caressed the hair you had worked on all day. Gun had a wide variety of friends… surprisingly enough.

You’re stumbled towards one of the plush seats, overwhelmed by the attention. That plastic smile on your face could only last so long. Your body practically melded with the chair cushioning. You closed your eyes.

There was still lots of noise. Voices buzzed in your ear like a hornet’s nest. Glass clinked and clattered. The harmony of a European song faintly echoed throughout the room. Footsteps. There were lots of footsteps.

Cologne.

You recognized some cologne. Opening your bleary eyes, you lifted your head. And there he was.

Not your fiancé, though. Gun would be caught dead with a bleach like that. The cologne was too glamorous for him, too. Too much lemon in the scent. Gun wasn’t that handsome, either.

“I thought you weren’t coming…” you mumbled, staring up at him with round eyes.

“Aw~ you’re not disappointed? Are you?”

You snorted, sitting more upright in your chair and facing Goo fully. The blush you had caked on your cheeks that night didn’t compare to the natural heat you felt burning your face. Your lips curved into a smile.

“No. Does Gun know you’re here-“

Goo rounded the chair and knelt beside you. Those long, slender fingers of his wrapped around your wrist and beckoned it forward. His eyes narrowed and his brows knit together. He made a face you had seen plenty of times- he was scrutinizing.

His lips puckered. “Who chose your engagement ring?”

“My fiancé?” You retorted. You watched the muscle in his jaw twitch, his dark eyes flickering up to meet yours. His fingers traced over your new and shiny ring, brushing over the diamonds and rubbing on the band.

Goo let out a heavy, somewhat obnoxious sigh, “I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it, bitch. You’re not the one wearing it,” you countered.

Goo clenched his jaw. The knit in his brow released a little, but he began pouting again. You reached out your right hand and brushed back some of his stray strands of hair. You cusped his ear.

There was still talking in the background. The room still felt hot and crowded. The guest’s laughter was turning from polite to rowdy with the more drinks they had. Despite the large group of people in that big room, you and Goo were practically alone.

Goo broke his eye contact with you. Suddenly the windowsill was super interesting, apparently, because he stared at it long and hard. You saw that pout on his lips melt away; he was just frowning now. His gaze was blank. The usual spark of energy in his movements had extinguished.

“Goo…” you began hesitantly. He leaned into your hand, which had slowly shifted from the side of his head down to his cheek. “Gun told you not to come. Didn’t he?”

“Only because he’s a jealous bastard,” Goo replied. His eyes met yours again, and a smirk twitched on his lips.

You could stare at that mouth of his for ages. His lips always looked so supple and pretty. There was no better way to describe it. His perfect teeth and perfect smile would be the death of you.

“(Y/N), where is your… fiancé? Mm?”

“I don't know. I don’t know anything anymore. I don’t think any of my friends showed up to this engagement party- so I don’t know anyone that’s here either.”

Goo’s hand had let go of your wrist. It rested comfortably on your lap, gently gripping your thigh. Now, you glanced around the room nervously. You tried pushing his hand away, suddenly hyper-aware of how many people could be watching.

Goo wasn’t dumb. He knew what you were doing. He grabbed your hand again, feeling for the engagement ring. There was that bitter look on his face, again. He didn’t know why you said yes. Neither did you.

“Is the guest bedroom off limits to the other guests?” Goo asked in a honeyed voice.

You narrowed your eyes at him. The ring in your finger was slipping off ever so slightly. A look of scorn overtook your face.

“You better know what you’re doing, Kim Jongoo.”

“Believe me, (Y/N)! This’ll make us both feel much better.”

You pushed through the group of guests that crowded all around you. Hands no longer clawed at your dress and hair now that you were walking with a purpose. You felt warmth welling in the pit of your stomach, maybe even a little lower.

You opened the door for Goo to slip in, and promptly locked it behind yourself.

Alone, you turned to face Goo. His hands were shoved in his pockets, a smirk tainted his lips, and he leaned back comfortably. You walked up and yanked him by the tie, pulling him over to the bedside. “You better listen to me, Kim. If I tell you to stop you have to.”

“Your dialogue cringier than the Fifty Shades of Gray script, (N/N)~”

Goo’s zipper buzzed as you pulled it down. His hands abandoned his pockets and occupied the inside of your dress.

Things got very hot in the penthouse after that.

Your head laid on his chest. The hair you had spent hours on was now sweaty and ruined. You slid your leg under one of Goo’s, so that you were squeezing it with both of your thighs. Your skin was still damp. It was a little sticky when the two of you touched. Goo’s hand snaked around your shoulders and entangled in your hair.

“Where did put my ring?” You whispered into his chest.

Goo let out a groan of annoyance. “It’s so ugly…!”

“Goo. I’m serious.”

“Ugh. It’s on the table.”

You let out a sigh of relief. For a few moments there was silence. You could faintly hear the noises of the crowd dying down. No one seemed to notice the missing hostess. You lamented that that was probably the new norm. Goo squeezed you a little tighter to him. He rubbed his thumb against the grooves of your arm. His touch was delicate and careful, which was a bit uncharacteristic. He has been abnormally serious this evening. There usually wasn’t a serious bone in his body.

He planted a kiss against the crown of your head. What followed was an obnoxious sigh.

“That thing is so ugly and boring. I would’ve gotten you a ring with a lot more bling,” Goo mused.

“Wouldn’t that look kind of gaudy?” You asked. You brushed your lips against his skin, feathering a kiss against his collarbone.

Goo let out an offended scoff.

Outside the music had begun to fade. You imagined some of the somber guests were filing away and going home. The frequent clattering of glasses had died down now. You peered up at Goo. You had to refrain from chuckling; he looked funny from your angle.

“You should probably go,” you whispered. “Gun will start looking for me pretty soon.”

Goo grunted. He looked down at you and squinted. “Can’t I just enjoy the moment a little longer?”

“No~ you need to go. I’ll help you find your clothes…”

The door clicked, creaked, and swung open. Your fiancé was scowling.

“Ohh- hey Gun~”

End

I’m back! (Momentarily lol)

Writers block sucks and as you can see- I still have it! :)

[aetherrx]

joongoo x reader (friends to lovers trope) friendly late night drive turned into *cough cough* late night quality love time ?

Thank you in advance !

Goo x Reader | The Car Ride

Disclaimer | fem!reader | Fingering | P in V | Sort of Choking |

wc|2k

Note: My first request and post!! Wooo. I hope you like it! More of a moody/serious goo than a psychotic goo in this one <3

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(This man is so fine)

18+ MDNI |

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You hadn’t meant for that unpleasant feeling to start crawling its way up your arms, through your veins and into your heart. Goo had always just been a friend, and only a friend. It had been hard enough as it was to even become an important, friendly, figure in his life. You weren’t one of his secret friends, you were just you.

You were somebody who’d wormed your way into his chaotic life, bringing peace and calm against the clashing frenzy inside his head. You were the sweet to his unveiled bitter, his person against the becomingly fragile smile across his lips.

Yet, you buried those feelings, stashing them away into the darkest pits of your consciousness, and slammed the door shut as to never let them return to the surface. He may treat you better than his secret friends, and yes, you were worthy enough in your fighting prowess, but what right did you have to put those feelings onto him?

He was a magnificent lunatic, and you, well you were just you.

“Watch-you thinking about?” a voice drawled from your ear, the feathery brush of their hair prickling at your cheek. Peeking down, you take notice of the bright array of blond, your thoughts receding as you snapped back to reality.   

“Nothing,” you murmured, eyes trailing across the newly acquired scratch above his eyebrow. He’d been much more agitated lately. Samuel had simply informed you that he’d been itching for a fight, but you knew better. You knew whatever this mood he was in wasn’t from wanting to fight, but you couldn’t quite figure out what was actually bothering him.

“What’s on your mind?” you countered, a single eyebrow raised as you peeked over, eyes clashing with his. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t teasing. He wasn’t doing anything. It wasn’t usual for him to act serious, to avoid the front he so avidly put on.

His eyes seemed almost tired; his lips pulled down tightly into a scowl as he gazed upon your face. “Just Gun being Gun,” he stated simply. You were surprised that’d been all the damage Gun had left on Goo. They were equals, through and through.

“Didn’t leave much of a scratch, did he?” you pondered, back leaning against the concrete wall- except that wall was Goo, and he was as still as a board behind you, his left arm slowly wrapping around your waist. “It wasn’t a… serious fight.”

You raised a brow, “Obviously,” You drawled. His breath tickled your neck, his arm squeezing your waist as he forcefully moved you forward, towards his Porsche. “Where are we going?” You asked, head tilted in confusion. He levelled you with his eyes, “My place.”

You shrugged, used to sitting by him on the sofa while he screamed at the game or show on the TV screen. Sliding into the passenger seat, you watched Goo through the corner of your eye, peeking as he started the engine and drove you both away.

“Are you sure you’re good?” You blurt out, eyeing his non-existent smile. It seemed like it’d been eons since you’d last seen him smile; fake or real. His held tilted towards you, eyeing you with a spark of… something in his eyes. “I’ll call a few girls over after you’ve left.”

Ouch. You couldn’t deny that it hadn’t hurt. The fact that he’d never be the type to sleep with someone like you, let alone be loyal. It really, really hurt, as if a hot poker had seared through your heart, demolishing the tiny box of him in there, crumbling it like ash and burrowing it away like a simple, forgotten memory.

It made you angry. Really, really angry. You felt the devil on your shoulder grow, fuming and steaming and spitting in fury. How dare he. How dare I still have these stupid feelings.

“Sure,” you smirked falsely, finger tapping your temple. “I can call over one of the guys to take me home. Maybe stay the night too, if they want,” You pondered, eyes flying to the roof of the car in mock thought.

His hands clenching tightly against the wheel didn’t go unnoticed, and the deep glare in his eyes- you couldn’t say it didn’t surprise you. “Will you now?” He ground out. You nodded, picking up your phone. “I’ll call one of them now, in advance. Makes life easier, and all.”

You were really going to do this. You were really going to make a point by potentially sleeping with someone else to potentially get at him. You were just friends.

Opening up your contacts, you let out a startled yelp as the phone was wrenched from your hands, watching with wide eyes as Goo discarded it somewhere on the floor in front of the back seats. “Wha-” you startled, eyes widening as Goo’s lips slammed roughly onto your own.

You couldn’t help yourself, couldn’t help but to melt into his passionate, hard kiss. His tongue licked at the seem of your own, demanding entrance. You denied him, stubborn to a fault as you tried to remain with just a little power.

That plan went awry once his teeth nibbled on your bottom lip, mouth parting with a gasp. At the opportunity, his tongue slid up against your own, battling and winning in dominance.

You let out a yelp when he dragged you over to the driver’s side, your knees on either side of him as he settled your core over the hard bulge in his suit pants. Are we really going to do this?

His lips meshed with your own, as he grinded you against his thickening length. Yes, yes, we are.

Your hands reached for his suit jacket, groaning as Goo pulled away from your mouth. His smile- his smug smile- was aimed directly at you, his eyes narrowed with lust as he ripped his suit jacket from his body. Smashing your lips against his once more, your hands pulled at his shirt buttons.

Annoyed at the slow progress, you ripped the shirt, buttons flying everywhere as your hands ran down his shoulders, down to his pecs. “Eager, are we?” he chuckled against your lips, eyes darkening as your hands ran over his abs, dipping closer and closer to the waist of his suit pants. “Says you,” you whispered breathlessly, arms reaching for the hem of your t-shirt to pull it over your head.

Goo groaned, his length swelling even further at the sight of your red lacy bra. His hands reached for your back, unclasping the material as your boobs bounced free. His lips left your own as he reached over to take a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud as you let out a small moan.

You ground harder against his clothed cock, head thrown back at the stimulation against your clit, while Goo switched to sucking and nipping your other neglected nipple. Reaching for his waistband, you tugged his suit pants down his legs. You couldn’t help but widen your eyes at the sight of his engorged, clothed cock. If it had already looked this big now, how would it look free?

How would it even fit?

Goo smirked, reaching for your shorts and tugging them down your legs. “Don’t worry, it’ll fit.” Your mouths clashed together once more, while Goo discarded both your undergarments. You were right, his Cock was huge.

His hand reached down to your core, his finger dipping into the wet channel of your cunt. “Soaking for me, aren’t you?” he chuckled, squelching sounds filling the car as his finger dipped in and out of your hole. Little sighs and moans escaped your lips at the building pressure in your gut, eyes rolling back as he added a second and third finger.

His thumb circled your clit slowly, dragging out your pleasure as you moaned, moving your head to lie against his neck, arms wrapped loosely against his shoulders as his fingers tortured you. Just as you were on the cusp of pleasure, his fingers left your cunt.

“Suck,” He demanded as he brought his fingers to your mouth. You obeyed, lips wrapping around his digits, swirling your tongue around them as you tasted your own juices. Leaving them with a pop, you looked down at his lust filled gaze. “You’ll come on my cock, baby, not my fingers.”

Leaning over him, his hands held the sides of your waist as you lowered your cunt onto his cock, your walls stretching to accommodate his large size. A loud moan escaped your lips as he bottomed out inside of you, the tinge of pain at your cervix only adding to your pleasure.

Using his hands around your waist, he bounced you up and down his cock, his hips slapping to meet your thighs. Loud squelching filled the air alongside your loud moans and the little grunts of pleasure escaping Goo’s throat.

One of his hands moved up to wrap around your throat, not to squeeze, but to run his thumb up and down the pulse in your neck, letting you know that your life was in his hands.

I’d let you destroy me if you wanted to.

He seemed to have read the thoughts flushing like light speed through your head, his gaze softening slightly, looking at you like he’d never looked at another. This was what made it so hard to burry those feelings so deep inside of you. He’d never looked nor treated any other like he does you. But why? Why does he treat me so?

His hips hammered up faster and faster into your cunt, juices running down his thick length as he brought you to levels of pleasure you didn’t know were possible. His hand tightened against your throat, lips smashing against yours as his hips slammed and slammed into yours, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sheer pleasure bolting through your veins.

His cock nicked and prodded at every sensitive spot inside your channel, rubbing and squelching against the sides of your cunt. His hips moved to piston deeper into your own, angling so far inside of you until he’d started to brush your cervix with almost every thrust. The pain courses your pleasure to higher levels, the noises escaping your throat becoming more and more obscene with every thrust.

“You like that, don’t you,” Goo crooned into your ear, his hand slapping your ass as his cock thrusted into your cunt over and over. “You like me filling your needy cunt with my cock. No other man would ever be able to make you react like I do,” He snarled, hips becoming rougher and faster as he cackles at your deranged, pleasure filled moans.  

“I’ll ruin you for every other man. Ruin you so bad that the only choice you’ll have is to come back to me, so I can fuck the thoughts of them out of your head.” His dark chuckle reverberates through your entire being, your clit brushing his pelvis with every single thrust. “That right. I’ll make you my pleasure filled girl every single time you bounce on my cock.”

You could feel the tightening of your gut, the burning in your veins as the pleasure wrought you higher and higher, as if you’d flown above the clouds. “You wanted to know what was wrong with me? It was you, all long it was you,” he laughed cruelly. “You are mine; you were always mine. Since I let you into my life. You were never going to be my friend, you silly girl. You were mine.”

You let out a scream as an orgasm rushed through you at his words, at the words you’ve been begging and praying to hear since you first entered his home, since the first time you sat with him on his sofa and watched anime.  

He groaned as your walls tightened around him at your finish. “You were always mine, Goo,” You whispered into his ear. “Since the beginning. Touch any other girl but me and i'll skewer this cock we both seem to love so much,” You murmured into his ear, smirking as his own orgasm rocked through him at your words, his cum filling you.

He pulled away from you, his genuine, cheeky smile flashing up at you. “You are mine and I am yours,” he crooned, his head reaching for your neck so he could bite down and suckle on your skin.

Mine, forever.

[zaiisaii]

MORE ON SUB GOO!! I have found you, and you are gonna be the target for the rest of my life. Your writing is awsome. It always leaves me craving for more!

LOOKISM

⋆ — sub goo .ᐟ ﹙kim goo﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .

sub goo is my favorite goo.

overall, it started as an experiment. that's where his little 'problem' started. he didn't exactly like to be bossed around, especially by someone whose suppose to serve him.

however, the moment you promised him money for every little thing he did, he was so happy. he did everything. still, he hasn't explored anything so sexual.

apart from the stares he'd feel on his ass when he'd bend over to pick something up.

he was flattered honestly.

there were also those words you would tell him when he did a good job. looks amazing, you're the cutest, my good boy.

my good boy.

his chest tightens up and his eyes are automatically cast down like a typical shy schoolgirl. a light blush would spread across his cheeks but he wasn't going to show you that.

you obviously noticed.

maybe he just felt uncomfortable with those words, and maybe that's why he acts like that.

which is why you stopped with the praises.

problem was — he continued to follow your orders like a dumb pup. it also could've been because he wanted to hear those words again yet they never left your mouth. you simply nod in thanks and left him be.

when goo gets fed up he quickly drops the rag in his hands on the floor, am i doing a good job, am i?

he wants to hear you say he's doing good, for you to guide him when he messed up. heck, he isn't even your cleaner and he just drops by and ends up cooking and cleaning everything!

a little more praise won't hurt.

he wants to hear it from your lips.

i just know his dumbass searched on google about his obsession. 'why do i like getting praised?', 'is it healthy for a man to be praised by a rich person?', 'how do i get someone to praise me'.

through those searches he'd fall into a rabbit hole of multiple videos of sub men. he most likely didn't even know they existed 😭

and that's how he realized he liked it. he liked the thought of you doing everything he saw in the videos.

following that, he'd confront you (very horribly, might i add). you were on a phone call when he suddenly burst into your office.

"do you wanna fuck me?!"

you spun in his direction, eyes wide. his clothes weren't ironed and his hair wasn't combed to perfection like he always had it. he ran here on foot.

you hung up on the phone abruptly, "pardon?"

goo swallows nervously, "why do you pay me for no reason?"

"...i don't have a valid reason," you squinted your eyes, where was he going with this? "i just thought it was cute to mess with you."

"oh.."

a tense silence falls over him, he slumps down in a chair and rubs at his face.

you nod after a while, "yes, i could keep paying you if you'd like."

huh?

"for sex?!" he was over the moon when you agreed. it was your goal after all — a very shitty goal, yes.

his eyes flutter shut in embarrassment when you took charge. he hated feeling like a caged animal yet, he somehow really enjoyed it. it caused something to stir in his stomach and he was pushed past a limit he didn't even know he had.

he found out he enjoyed being bossed around, especially in public spaces. where everyone could tell he was head over heels.

the fake blond whines when you push him against the bathroom stall. he was quick to throw his head back to allow you to attack his neck with open-mouthed kisses. "you–... you were taking too long!"

goo had been patient enough to wait for an hour at your meeting, as long as he was going to get a 'reward' for his good behavior but one hour turned into two, and then three. he no longer had the patience

"gives you no right to whine like a pathetic slut." he keens when you kiss under his ear, teeth biting gently at the lobe.

his fingers curl into your hair to pull you closer to him, as close as he could bring you. he pouts when you don't budge.

"i'm sorry."

he never truly was.

sub goo loves when you're angry. he wants you to take all your stress out on him. pull his hair, manhandle him, touch him however you want.

the best way to make him beg for forgiveness is to never give him what he wants.

what is it?

he wants it faster? you go slower and gentle. he wants you to slow down? you go faster and harder.

he wants you to get angry? take a deep breath and stay calm.

you sigh deeply before taking a step away from him. he cries at the loss. "i forgive you. now let's get out of here."

his chest heaves rapidly, you're going to leave him like this? with hickeys on his neck and a tent in his pants?

his eyes swell up with tears. he watches silently as the door shuts behind you, still pressed up against the stall.

"no!"

thats all i got.

[emojellyace08]

"Lookism Men x Female Reader (On Her Period)"

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐀/𝐍: 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨

He would spoil you (like a lot)

This men would definitely get worried when your tummy started aching. He would offer you a massage if you like to! And he would place lots of kisses on where it hurts so bad to calm you down. He'll also buy you your favorite snacks and sweets to satisfy your cravings (and other personal needs). But if you want space because of your mood swings, he would leave you for a while even though at times he would come out as clingy but he will definitely make sure that you are eating and sleeping well. If you accidentally stained the bed and your clothes, no worries he'll genuinely wash up the mess even when he's tired since he doesn't want to make you stand up especially if the pain is stinging you right now. He might also insist to watch your favorite movie or television series or taking a walk at night to sweeten up your mood though.

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐞, 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨 (𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐄𝐮𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐞), 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐉𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐰𝐚𝐤, 𝐄𝐥𝐢 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞, 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐤 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐥 (𝐍𝐨.𝟏 ; 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐥𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞), 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐧, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐉𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦 𝐊𝐰𝐚𝐤

He would panic because he doesn't know what to do

They would rush in your room the moment you called on them to massage your body if you asked for their help. He feels like he's doing a terrible job at taking care of you right now, but trust me he'll be super gentle with you. The way he touches you and asks you if you're feeling well sends those familiar butterflies in your stomach. He'll be the type to search at Google at first how to take care of a girlfriend who's going through a period lol. He'll also insist to wash up the sheets and your clothes if you accidentally stained on it (He may get a little disgusted or weirded out at first at touching the- y'know but he'll get used to it. These men is too hard-working). If you asked him to buy him some extra necessities and toilet trees, he may panic and ends up asking the cashier for those stuff because at the end of the day he's still a man who's trying his best. He'll definitely cuddle with you if you asked him to. And if you don't mind, he'll ask to have a piece of your favorite candy even if he's in a diet while preparing the pillow fort to set up the mood and make you feel special.

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐞, 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨 (𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐄𝐮𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐞), 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐄𝐥𝐢 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞, 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐊𝐰𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐧, 𝐆𝐨𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐡𝐞𝐢, 𝐕𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐧, 𝐃𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐏𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧, 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐞, 𝐉𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦 𝐊𝐰𝐚𝐤, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐦

It doesn't look like he cares at first, but he's pretty concerned when you're having mood-swings

He may seem distant as your boyfriend, but he has his own ways in expressing his love for you. It may seem different or weird, but it's just him being him. Since he's mostly busy he expects you to know your schedule when the visitor comes. But if you accidentally stained the bed, he may get a little bit pissed off or disappointed at first since he's tired from work. But he doesn't want you to make you feel belittled and ashamed for having the time of the month, so he will just brush it off and comfort you that's it's okay and he'll wash the sheets on the laundry and your clothes so you don't have to do it and get exhausted. He seems to know what to buy when you ask him to buy your necessities and cravings. If you asked him to cuddle or watch a movie with him, he'll tag along with it. Though if you want space he'll give you your own time.

𝐆𝐮𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐞 (𝐃𝐆), 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐨, 𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐡𝐧, 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐚, 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚, 𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐝𝐮 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐉𝐢𝐡𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 (𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜), 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 (𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢)

Would piss the hell out of you but he actually cares for you lol

I just feel like he would make those goofy ass face and corny jokes. It's just him trying to lift up your spirits but it just ends up him getting annoying and funny which leads to comical arguments lol. He would also be REALLY CLINGY which is somehow confusing for you even though he's always been like that. Kissing you on the cheeks down to your neck on the bed is his favorite pass time, so he'll definitely do it on your mood swings to break the tension between the two of you. He may get a little bit hesitant to wash up the clothes and bed sheets if you accidentally stained them leading to another dramatic argument between the two of you. But he gets the job done anyways. He would also somehow force you to go shopping at 12am to buy on convenience stores to binge on your favorite junk food and staying up at midnight to watch horror or action movies.

𝐆𝐨𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐕𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐧, 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐛 𝐉𝐢, 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐡𝐞𝐢, 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐧, 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

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Feel free to make Lookism x Reader requests (I'm brain dead right now or having a mental block). I maybe post around Thursday to Sunday because I'm busy during weekdays because of school activities. Sorry if this is shorter than the other ones I recently did but I'll do more one-shots or longer posts with your favs. And I'll do more of some forgotten requests if I ever have the extra time. Ty!

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐜𝐞𝟎𝟖. 𝐑𝐞-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐲!

[waleriqww]

[locomoqo]

switchin' them positions

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim, & Diego Kang x reader [separate]

details: NSFW content, sub characters, p in v (gun's part), bondage + cockwarming (goo's part), handjob + orgasm denial (DG's part)

A/N: BOO!!!! drops bomb and runs (literally just smthing i came up with like..what if u make that hunk go sub..esp the big 3 ++ goo is the subbiest out of the 3 tbh)

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun’s back is pressed against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on you. He’s already stripped down, his body tense beneath you as you straddle his hips, feeling the warmth of his dick pressing against your inner thighs. His hands rest on your waist, fingers tightening instinctively as you start to move, slowly rolling your hips, teasing him with every shift of your body.

“Let me,” he growls softly, his grip tightening as if he’s about to flip you over, take control like he always does. But you shake your head, pressing your palms against his chest, holding him down with a firm but gentle pressure. 

“Not tonight,” you say, your voice soft but insistent, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat under your fingers. “Tonight, you don’t get to be in charge.”

His eyes narrow, a flicker of frustration flashing across his face, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t fight you—not yet. He’s too curious, too caught off guard by the way you’re looking at him, with a calm determination that he’s not used to. He doesn’t let go of your hips; his fingers dig into your skin, and you can feel the tension thrumming through him, the desire to flip the script, to take you down and make you beg for him.

“Just let me take care of you,” you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips over his, the kiss soft, lingering. You feel his body shudder beneath you, the barest hint of surrender, but he still watches you warily, as if he’s not sure he can trust himself to let go.

Slowly, you start to move, your hips moving against him, taking him inside you inch by inch. His breath hitches, and his sharp, predatory focus giving way to something softer. His hands twitch against your waist, but he stays where he is, allowing you to set the pace.

“Just relax, handsome," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you move, slow and unhurried, letting him feel every inch of the sweet walls of your pussy.

He makes a low, frustrated sound, his hands tightening again as if he’s about to take over, but you press him back down. Your fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him subtly gasp. “No,” you insist gently, but firmly. “You get to relax tonight. Relax.” You put emphasis on the last word.

He looks up at you, his breathing ragged, and you can see the war in his eyes—wanting to give in, but hating how exposed it makes him feel. But he doesn’t fight you, doesn’t try to take back control, and there’s something almost desperate in the way he watches you, as if he’s never felt this kind of weakness before. It's almost like he's turning into putty in your hands.

As you move, your pace quickening, you can feel the tension in him slowly unraveling. His fingers loosening their grip on your waist, his head falling back, exposing the column of his throat. God, the way your pussy just squeezed the life out of his cock felt good, he wouldn't admit it but letting you set the pace for once felt good.

You lean down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, savoring the rare moment of intimacy as his body begins to respond to yours, his hips lifting to meet your movements.

“You’re doing so well,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear, and he shudders, his eyes fluttering shut as if he can’t bear to look at you while he’s like this—laid bare, completely exposed. There’s a rawness in the way he grips your thighs, his fingers trembling just slightly as he gives himself over to the moment, letting you take him to the edge.

Every sound he makes—every low, breathy moan, every ragged gasp—feels like a victory, each one more desperate than the last as he lets go of the control he’s always held so tightly. His muscles are tense beneath you, his breath hot and uneven as he watches you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenched with the effort of keeping himself in check.

Your words are soft, soothing, and you can see the way they hit him, the way his breath catches as he looks up at you, his gaze suddenly raw and open in a way you’ve never seen before. His hands slide up to your back, holding you close, and you can feel the way he trembles—just a little, just enough to let you know that you’ve cracked that icy exterior.

His moans grow just a tad bit louder, his control slipping further with each roll of your hips, his breaths coming faster, rougher. You feel his hips move up into you to try and meet your hips, his eyes squeezing shut, his grip on you tightening as he lets you take him apart piece by piece until he’s gasping your name, lost in a pleasure he can’t control.

When he finally shudders and falls apart beneath you, his seed painting your insides white, there’s no pretense left—just raw, unguarded emotion, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his body spent.

You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath yours. He looks up at you, and for a second, you see the barest hint of a smile before he pulls you down into a fierce, hungry kiss, as if to reclaim some of the power he’d let slip away.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s okay with that.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo should’ve known better. Maybe he wouldn’t have said yes if he’d realized things would end up here, or perhaps if he’d actually taken you seriously, the consequences wouldn’t have been so... brutal.

It started with a simple request—you wanted to switch things up in the bedroom. He laughed, entertained the thought, but never let you follow through, always brushing it off with a smirk and a smug, “Next time.” So, this time, you decided to make sure he’d regret that.

You pushed him down onto the bed, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, and before he knew it, he heard it—the click of handcuffs locking his wrists above his head. His eyes widened as you pulled back, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“Alright then,” he chuckled, half-disbelieving. A playful, cocky grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see what you got, boss.”

You straddled his hips with an intensity that made that cockiness of his falter. For just a second, you caught that slight drop in his expression. “Stay,” you ordered, voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

He chuckled again, but there was a faint trace of uncertainty there now, a sliver of something almost like nerves.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” he mocked, but it sounded hollow, his confidence starting to crack.

You leaned close, your breath warm against his ear. “I mean it, Goo. You move, and this stops. Understand?”

You felt his body tense beneath you, the slightest catch in his breathing. He laughed, but it was softer, less certain. “O–Okay, whatever you say, sugar,” he muttered, voice slipping as he started to take you just a little more seriously.

You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate grind against his cock, feeling it harden beneath you as his breath hitched, his fingers twitching above his head, clearly aching to grab you but unable to.

“You’re gonna listen, right?” you teased, voice low, testing just how far you could push him.

“Yes,” he replied, but it wasn’t steady, the usual cocky edge blunted, replaced with a hint of submission.

“Good,” you murmured. You could feel the tension in his arms as he strained against the cuffs, testing his restraints but holding back, for now.

He could feel his cock twitching to be inside of you, but he could do nothing but watch as you grinded on his length. That smirk of his was slipping fast, the usual swagger replaced with something far more vulnerable.

“Still think this is funny?” you asked, pressing your hands down on his chest, pinning him harder. His eyes widened, and you watched as a bead of sweat formed on his brow, his cock pressing harder against you as he looked up, flushed, defiant, but beginning to crack.

Oh, who was he kidding? You looked so fucking hot like this. His dick was only getting harder by the second.

“N–No,” he admitted, voice breathy. He licked his lips, gaze locked on yours, his arrogance unraveling with each passing second.

You leaned in, slowly grinding on him. Each touch, each kiss was a slow burn, drawing out every last bit of his restraint. He started off with cocky retorts, but the longer you teased, denying him even the slightest touch, the more his smug façade crumbled.

His breath came in sharp gasps, smirks turning into bitten-back moans when you finally sank down onto his cock—agonizingly slow at that—and when he tried to lift his head to capture your lips, you pulled back, keeping him right on the edge.

Goo couldn’t handle this. Just when he thought you’d finally give him some release, you went completely still on top of him. No, no, he’d hold out—you’d move sooner or later, right?

But you didn’t. And now he was starting to feel cornered, his body aching for you to move. The way your cunt would give his dick a squeeze every now and then, the stillness so torturous he thought he might lose it.

“Please,” he murmured, voice stripped of all bravado, replaced with genuine need. His hips bucked against yours, wrists pulling desperately at the cuffs, eyes wide and pleading.

“What was that?” you asked, pretending not to hear, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, a teasing glint in your eyes.

“P-Please,” he repeated, louder this time, voice breaking, his face flushed as he looked up, wild-eyed and almost desperate. “Fuck, I—need you—”

You smirked, leaning down until your lips brushed against his, voice dipping into a low, teasing whisper. “Oh, now you’re begging? I thought you were the one in control.”

He let out a broken groan, head falling back as he tugged at the cuffs, his usual arrogance shattered. “Please,” he said again, voice raw, the word slipping out like a whimper, leaving him exposed to you.

You couldn’t help but grin, a thrill running through you as you saw him so undone, so needy—all because of you.

“Well,” you murmured, finally granting him a slow movement of your hips. The friction drawing a deep, shuddering moan from him. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want...as long as you keep being a good boy for me. Can you do that for me?” you purr at a tone that's so sweet yet razzing.

“Yes, yes-” he gasped, trembling beneath you, wide, desperate eyes locked onto yours, no trace of his usual swagger left. “I’ll be good. I promise. Just—please, just fuckin’ move.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” You ask, lifting an eyebrow at him with a small pout. He immediately shakes his head, “N–No, sugar, ‘m sorry–I just-”

Oh this was just too amusing.

ᯓ★—DG

Diego Kang, the level headed man. The one man circle, the legend of the first generation…the titles he’s earned could go on and on. Always exuding that calm confidence, that unshakable aura. But tonight, that was exactly what you aimed to break.

After all, he was still a man, wasn't he?

Your little movie date night with him is long forgotten by you as you shift closer, slipping your hand under the blanket, trailing your fingers over his thigh. You catch the briefest flicker of his eyes down to you, a faint question there, but he says nothing. Unfazed, as always.

Yet you don’t stop. Your hand slides further, pressing just a little harder, and when your fingers graze his cock through his sweats, you feel him tense ever so slightly. He doesn’t say a word, but there’s a slight exhale, barely audible, as he shifts in his seat.

You pull it out, touch feather-light as you ran your hand over the length of his cock, only teasing at first. He didn’t flinch, only looked down at you with that calm, unreadable gaze of his, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing.

“You’re not going to get to me,” he murmured, that calm, even tone never wavering.

You smirked, looking up at him. “Is that so?”

Leaning forward, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, giving it a slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. He let out a measured breath, eyes narrowing as he tried to keep his expression neutral.

“Mmhm,” he replied, but there was the faintest tremor in his voice, just barely enough to let you know you were getting to him, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Slowly, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling his body tense under your touch. His jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes locked on the screen, refusing to let you see him slip.

“Nothing to say, hm?” you teased, keeping your strokes excruciatingly slow, keeping him right on the edge, but never giving him enough to tip over. The way your hand feels around his dick has him wanting more. More than this.

He could just imagine your pretty little lips wrapped around his thick cock or maybe even better—him sinking every single inch of him into you. He bites his lip, hands flexing at his sides.

It makes him swallow hard, adam’s apple bobbing as he forces himself to stay in control. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he replied, his voice tight but still steady.

Your fingers moved faster, stroking him with a little more pressure, watching his resolve waver, bit by bit. His breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering just slightly as he fought to keep his composure.

“Oh? So you don’t mind if I just… keep you here like this?” you murmured, voice laced with a teasing sweetness as you slowed your strokes, edging him right up to that breaking point before pulling back again.

His lips parted, and for a split second, you saw it—the faintest flicker of frustration in his eyes, a crack in that calm exterior. He let out a shaky breath, biting down on the inside of his cheek, clearly still fighting to stay composed.

“That’s... fine,” he managed, but his voice was strained, his hands clenching into fists at his sides now.

With a smirk, you leaned in, pressing your lips against his neck, littering the space with slow kisses. “I don’t think you can handle it,” you whispered against his skin. “In fact, I think you’re going to beg.”

His body tensed, and his breathing quickened, but he still wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of breaking. “I won’t,” he replied, though his voice had grown softer, barely above a whisper.

You laughed softly, moving your hand with a firmer stroke, watching as his cool demeanor slowly melted away, replaced by the raw need he could no longer hide.

“Let’s see,” you challenged, stroking him just a little faster. His gaze shifts down to his dick, looking furious at the constant denial of release. He could feel the tension build in his body as he struggled to hold onto what was left of his control.

Finally, a low, ragged moan escaped him, and he gave in. Those eyes hazy with desire as he whispered, barely audible, “Please…”

“Didn't hear you,” you teased, slowing your movements to a crawl, dragging out each stroke until he let out another shuddering breath.

“Please,” he repeated, his voice softer, almost pleading. His eyes met yours, the last of his composure slipping away as he gave in

You leaned back, smiling victoriously as he looked at you, expression shattered and vulnerable. It was everything you wanted, and you hadn’t even pushed him all the way over the edge yet.

“See?” you whispered, your fingers ghosting over his cock again, driving him right back to the brink. “I told you you’d beg.”

[artemis32]

hii !! if you don't mind can you write a romantic yandere goo?

Yandere Kim Joon Goo

i think i got this like a year (two) ago and it's been sitting in my drafts gathering dust :))

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Goo is many things - easily excitable, loud, outspoken, somewhat childish - he's all those things and more. But most of all, above his playful demeanour and nonchalant façade, he’s determined.

On the surface, most people might say that his outwardly childish act meant that he doesn’t do things properly, didn't get the results he wanted. Truly, that’s possibly his aim - to make people think he isn't a threat, not someone to be taken seriously.

But he is. He's determined and very good at what he does.

So getting you by his side is no problem at all.

Getting you to like him on the other hand. Well, that's very difficult.

Like I said, he's childish and kind of annoying, so he isn't really surprised to find that you don't really like him straight off the bat. That's fine though. He can work with that.

After all, he doesn't have any qualms about playing dirty to get what he wants.

He tends to show up wherever you are, following you around like a lost puppy. You might have thought it was cute if he wasn't so annoying.

But again, he's nothing if not determined, and you refusing his advances only makes him want you more. And one thing about Goo? He always gets what he wants.

****

Thinking about Goo who, somehow, finds you every time you leave the house. Literally every single time, without fail. Is he stalking you? Does he have a tracker in your phone? Does he just know you that well? You'll never know.

What you do know is that since he met you four months ago, you haven't had a singular peaceful moment. Even when he wasn't around, he made sure you never forgot his presence - sending you bouquets of flowers too large for you to carry, tons (literal tons) of candy, delivered to your door, school, or place of work by the bagful, spamming you with texts about his day, strange emojis that didn't fit the mood at all, odd, lopsided stuffed animals that admittedly had a strange charm to them.

He'd declared, quite brazenly, that he'd make you his girlfriend, the instant he laid eyes on you too. You, as expected, hadn't taken it well, shutting him down immediately. Instead of backing down, as you thought he would, he'd doubled down, claiming then that he'd make you his wife.

You'd taken to avoiding him since, but it'd been a pointless endeavour, given his seemingly inherent talent for finding you. He found out where you lived a mere two days after your first encounter, which had creeped you out a lot more than his declaration to marry you.

All your avoidance and attempts at ignoring him had amounted to a tall serving of nothing. It hadn't deterred him at all - in fact, your insistence seemed to spur him on more than anything else.

****

"Come on, just one date. Please? Pleeeeease? I'll pay you if you don't enjoy it. I'll buy you that giant stuffed animal, the panda? I'll give you my favourite sword? I'll--"

"Fine!"

Goo stands before you, grovelling so hard he's nearly a puddle on the ground, glasses slipped halfway down his nose, brows scrunched up midway though a whining plea. He pauses when you interrupt him, seeming to process your words.

A moment later, he jumps to his feet, straightening his suit as if he hadn't been begging on his knees a moment earlier. He pushes his glasses up, runs a hand through his hair, and bows at the waist, offering you his arm.

"M'lady."

Tentatively, you grab his arm, and you're immediately dragged down the main street a moment later, clutching your bag as he sprints down the sidewalk, knocking pedestrians down left and right. Goo, in all his unbridled joy, seems oblivious to the scathing glares of the old ladies and middle school students, skipping down the sidewalk far too merrily.

"There's this great new restaurant I booked a table at, I think you'll love it- Oh! And the have this really nice strawberry cake dessert thing - I checked the menu..."

You, for the most part, tune him out. To hear him say that he'd already reserved a table before you'd agreed to a date wasn't anything new - he'd done it several times before, though this was the first time you'd actually humoured him enough to agree.

Maybe he'll see that I'm not all that great. Maybe he'll drop all this nonsense after a date.

Somehow, you knew that indulging him would only make his interest worse. Just like you knew that his 'interest' was a lot more sinister than you wanted to acknowledge.

You also knew that he did bad things, a lot of which you didn't know about. What you did know about scared you, enough not to pry or dig deeper. It should've been enough to scare you away completely, but Goo was like a plague, one that took over every aspect of your life and would keep returning, no matter how far you went to shut him out.

A few weeks after you'd first met Goo, you'd run into a group of middle aged men while you were out one night, coming home from a late night study session. They'd said foul things, but you'd been able to ignore them easily enough, at least until they started following you.

For the first time in those few weeks, you'd been glad that Goo seemed to instinctively know where you were at all hours of the day. He'd found you within mere minutes and had been able to scare the men off with one look. He'd given you his jacket and walked you home, a surprisingly comforting presence to be with despite his annoyingly chatty personality.

A few days later, all five men that had terrorised you had been declared dead in what the media had ruled off as nothing more than a casualty of gang violence in the area.

It seemed too convenient, and since then, you'd known that Goo, despite his cheery disposition, was a man you should fear. But, strangely enough, you didn't.

You should. You really should.

But... he was just so sweet. Kinder to you than any other man you'd come across.

He was the first person you'd met in all your life that went out of his way to make your life better - to make sure you were safe, happy, and having fun.

So, you'd decided to give him a chance. One date, one chance.

It couldn't hurt, right?

[cupiohearts]

CANT CATCH ME NOW ?! - leaving them behind

they see you everywhere. james, jonggun, joongoo. they find bits and pieces of you lying around in their pockets, their houses and memories. it depends on which one it is which scene they see you in.

DG VER. gun ver. goo ver.

for james, he sees the sight of you in the crowd when he first started as an idol. he catches himself hoping for a glimpse of you in crowds as he did before. maybe you just show up at one of his concerts one day. he knows its a childish hope to think you'll come back. especially not when theyve all pushed you out of their lives.

but was it such a hopeless thought to have? a particulary fond memory of seeing you in the front row at barricade. hopping down and singing his lyrics to your face. fans thought you were just a really lucky person to catch the attention of DG, minimizing it to a harmless fan interaction moment just for the concert.

he loved the way your eyes twinkled underneath the stage light illuminating your face in a mesmerizing glow. he recalled the heartbreak when they were all gathered up at your apartment.

it had become a haunting memory of seeing the house abandoned. the only thing left was a small ragged old scarf you insisted on keeping

"yknow! one day for my super awesome snowman! ive been waiting for winter to come in korea so snow is finally here!" you tell him with a giddy grin at the mall. your loose baby strands around your face and your face bare with nothing on it standing out to him.

you always mentioned you wanted to experience the snow. you said you didnt have it where you were from. far too sunny for that you said.

"you wont have to wait long. it get cold fast in korea" he tells you. chuckling as you hold the scarf in your hand while picking out more winter items.

how unfortunate. it was snowing right now. he wondered where youve gone. maybe youve died off, its better for him that way. that way he wont have to think about whether or not youve settled down yet. maybe gone back to your old country or somehwere new.

maybe youre out on a date somewhere, possibly 6 feet down in a ditch. his mind wanders when it comes to you.

reading the note you left behind for him. written in a sparkly pen you always used.

"why do you have so many pens and only use one?!" he questions you with a raised eyebrow. his long fingers unzipping your pencil pouch and looking through all the pens you own.

"you cant expect me to use all of them. plus my papers look sparkly this way and its cute. the design is cute and i like how it writes!" you chirp at him. turning behind you and hitting his forehead with your pen. "red hair... i like you with your curly red hair. reminds me of someone i used to know" you tell him.

curling his hair around your pen before dropping it when you hear the teacher say your name and turning back to the board. your hair whipping him in the face "im innocent!" you joke with your hands raised causing the class to laugh.

you tell him youre sorry in the note. that you couldnt handle it anymore.

you tell him everything but telling him nothing at the same time. telling him of how you felt like everyone else was moving while you were stuck in the present. everyone was special and you were not.

he let the paper drop down after skimming the rest of its contents. he wished to just crumple it up and tossed it away. he couldn't.

he knew he was being selfish wanting you back when youve clearly stated in the note this was out of youre pure will, leaving them behind. he wouldve cried. he wouldve cried if he was james lee.

all he could do was pick it back up and meet back with gun, and goo.

it was gonna all be in one set page but i found that it was longer than most of my other projects if i actually completed this whole

so i broke it up

like the friend group

ha

i caught up with lookism

i like the new pretty boys :3

ALSO QLSO I HAD AN ENTIRLY SEPRATE DOCUMENT FROM THIS AND I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED MY UNFINISHED STUFF BC I ACCIDETNALY POSTED IT INSTEAD OF COICKING DRAFT SO I HAD TO COPY AND PASTE ALL OF THIS PARAGRAPH BY PARAGRAPH TO THIS PAGE THINGY BC IM ON THE PHONE TYPING ALL PF US THIS SO A+ FOR WFFORT

did not proof read (bc im insecure abt my works 😔🤞)

[phsmloves]

Gun: Why do you keep bothering Y/N?

Goo: She's interesting.

Y/N: Interesting my ass.

Goo: That too. Her ass is interesting too.

[billie-lover8]

hello! may I request Lookism men (Gun, Goo, Sam, Jake) x f!reader in which we call him “hubby” while texting him, let him read and then remove the message? it would be appreciated if you can do it in the texting app form ^^ thank you!

I am so sorry it took so long to get your request. I hope you like it. I try my best.

Requested by @vynnyll

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Master list

Gun Park

Goo Kim

Samuel Seo

Jake Kim