#jinwoo smut

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Pillow Talk (1/2)

Sequel to Come Home to Me but can be read separately.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo X Female Reader

Genre: Marriage AU, fluff, smut

Summary: Your husband, Sung Jinwoo, has been trying to restrain himself from touching you in the last few weeks, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable as you're dealing with the first trimester of your pregnancy. But today, his patience is running thin. He needs to be with you, in one way or another.

Content Warnings: Teeth-rotting fluff, cute family moments, and sweet, slow, passionate sex with Husband/Papa!Jinwoo (in part 2)

Word Count: 7K

Sung Jinwoo has always loved taking on treacherous dungeon raids, especially by himself. He can gain all the experience he needs to level up, gather more magic stones to build a stronger guild, and, of course, extract more shadows to join his army. But these days, as he enters a gate with a silver wedding band wrapped around his finger, he wields his daggers with a smile solely because of one reason: so you can pamper him once he gets home.

It’s not easy, you see, pretending to get hurt and act weak and sluggish all day when you’re an S-Rank Hunter famously known to be invincible. He practically is, isn’t he? With thousands of undying soldiers beneath his feet, how could anyone imagine him getting hurt? Every raid should be light work for him, which is true. Your husband could quite literally just stand there on the sidelines with both hands buried inside his coat’s pockets, smirking to himself as he imagined all the ways you could make him feel better after a supposedly long, exhausting day inside the gate (and best believe, he’d be creative with it, maybe even a bit naughty about it).

And he did, most of the time, just occasionally yawning as he watched his generals—Beru and Igris—shred the dungeon monsters to pieces. The only thing that kept him entertained during his waiting was the thought of seeing you again, of coming home to you and being welcomed with a kiss, of holding his daughter in his arms while she babbled about her “super dangerous” trip to the nearby supermarket.

Being a married man changed him, but only for the best.

Today’s raid is no different, just as tedious and time-consuming as always.

“O most noble majesty,” Beru, the former Ant King who once massacred several S-rank Hunters in a matter of seconds, kneels before his master in a deep bow, his claws clutched against his heart, one that he dedicated solely to his king. “I bring tidings of great import. The fell beast, Guardian of the Dungeon Depths, hath been vanquished in glorious combat by mine hand, thy most true and loyal servant—”

“Speak normally, or I’ll take the TV away from you.”

“Y-yes, my liege, my apologies. I hereby inform you that I have defeated the dungeon boss as you commanded. The shadow knights are now collecting the magic stones. The ants are dealing with the remaining beasts. We shall finish this raid before the sun sets low, my king.”

“Good,” Jinwoo stretches his arms over his head, his muscles taut from all the waiting. He hasn’t done a single thing since he entered the gate—aside from daydreaming about you, that is. It’s partially your fault, really, for wearing that sultry nightgown to bed last night. You were well aware that he was still too afraid to touch you ever since you discovered that you were pregnant with his second child. He could see just how uncomfortable you were dealing with your hormonal changes and your constant morning sickness. The last thing he wanted to do was to wear your body down even further by attending to his needs. And yet, you still wore that satin lace gown to bed, driving him insane with how smoothly the fabric slid across your skin, hugging your curves in all the places he’d been itching to touch. You didn’t mean to lure him in, of course; the gown was just so comfortable to sleep in, but goddammit, he wanted you so badly he had to take a bathroom trip twice to give himself some relief. 

“Great work today, Beru,” Jinwoo says. “There’s only one more thing I need you to do for me.”

“Anything, my liege.”

He looks down at him, still with his hands stuck in the pockets of his black trench coat. A smirk graces his lips with a glimmer of impishness sketched over it. “I want you to hit me in the face.”

“M-m-my liege?!” Beru’s shadowy figure was drenched in all black, but even then, it was clear that he turned pale at the request. “H-how could I, Beru, your most humble servant, do such thing to your gorgeous, most absolutely divine face, my king?”

“Don’t ever say that again,” he almost shudders from the excessive compliment before a shrug follows. “You said you’d do anything for me, right? Or was that a lie?”

“I-it is not a lie, my liege, but—”

“Should I just ask Igris instead?” He huffs loudly to the air. `“I know he wouldn’t think twice if I asked him to do something for me, especially this one. It’s a dire need, after all.” 

If there was one thing that could easily agitate the ant king, it was being compared to another shadow soldier. It was endearing, really—and borderline creepy—the way Beru was so possessive over him, always wanting to be the one who could impress the Shadow Monarch the most, to be the only one worthy of standing by his side. “Even so, my liege, I am not sure if I should—”

“Hit me.” Jinwoo’s patience runs thinner than usual. Is it really because he’s so touch-starved, yearning for you, that he’s grown this irritated? “Do it as hard as you can. If you hold back, I’ll never summon you again.”

Beru cowers at the thought. “No, please, my liege, have mercy. Anything but that.”

“Then, do it.”

“B-but—”

“Igris, come here—”

“I SHALL DO IT, MY LIEGE!” ***

Being pregnant is a mix of wonderful and trying times. Your first pregnancy was the perfect evidence of that, but since you managed to go through it somehow, you thought the second time would be easier, assuming that your body had learned enough from the previous experience to withstand it this time. You hoped you could recover from your morning sickness much faster this time around, but no.  

It’s not any easier. It’s ten times worse. And it fucking sucks.

You’ve been throwing up more today than the amount of hours you spent sleeping through the night. No matter how often you rinse your mouth or brush your teeth, you still feel the aftertaste of your bile coating your tongue. Everyday is a long day to get through. From doing chores and caring for your daughter—who has now turned four—you haven’t gotten much chance to rest. Your mood is all over the place. Every time your toddler throws a tantrum, you’re so tempted to imitate and throw a bigger one. It’s a childish thought, you know that, but if lying around the floor with your limbs flailing around could make you feel better, you would’ve probably done it.

Your body is weary. Your daughter is still running all over the place, making a mess out of the potpourri you just placed on the coffee table to chase away the pet odor in your home. The scent only lingers faintly in the air—Mr. Whiskers never smells terrible, all thanks to the High Orcs who take turns to wash him regularly—but ever since you have a life growing inside you, your sense of smell is heightened, and nearly everything makes you nauseous. If you weren’t pregnant, you wouldn’t have been bothered by the odor at all. 

Right now, you’re staring blankly at the dirty plates sitting on the sink, waiting to be washed. You don’t feel like finishing your chores. You don’t feel like doing anything at all, honestly. Whenever you feel like this, there’s only one thing that can fix your mood and boost it quickly, or rather, a person, and that is—

“Jinwoo…” You sigh out his name longingly as if it were a mantra that could magically restore the life within you. You speak it like a prayer, and perhaps it is, just wishing for your husband to come home soon so he can console you like always, giving you the warmest of back hugs before he plants comforting kisses down your neck and says—

“Yes, my love?”

Your husband’s voice reverberates right beside your ear, and you jolt, shrieking in surprise as a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around your waist from behind. Jinwoo has just appeared out of thin air—no, out of your shadow—smiling at you with one corner of his lips rising higher than the other. You can hear a peal of laughter tumbling off his lips at your reaction, his mouth brushing against the side of your neck, light and tender, with a promise of something more if he’s not careful.

“Mmm, seems like someone has been missing me all day,” he comments, visibly delighted, his husky voice vibrating right onto your sensitive skin.

You whirl around to face him, your heart still caught in your throat as you throw a playful smack on his chest. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop. doing. that?” You punctuate each word with a slap.

He chortles softly, catching your wrist with ease. Your hand appears much smaller than his, but then again, your entire body is. You're not aware of this yet, but this is one of the reasons why he’s so attracted to you. Something about you being short and tiny (compared to him, that is), your body soft and warm in his arms—it drives him crazy, shrouded him with this need to protect you, to take care of you. “Doing what?” he asks despite knowing the answer. He kisses the dip of your palm, perhaps as a token of his apology, although it doesn’t seem fairly sincere with how he’s impishly grinning at you. 

“Popping out of nowhere!” You chastise with a glare. “I swear to God, Sung Jinwoo, one of these days, I’ll get a heart attack, and you’ll only have yourself to blame.”

He continues to chuckle fondly at your attitude. Placing both hands on the kitchen counter, he has your body trapped in between. Jinwoo towers over you, his body caging you in, and he still smells so wonderfully pleasant, like the perfume you bought him even after going through long hours of fighting beasts in the dungeon (your gullible self never realized that your husband was just lazing around all day during the raid, doing nothing but having questionable thoughts about you).  He’s dressed rather formally today, wearing the same white button-down shirt and the black trousers you’d prepared for him this morning. You wonder if his meeting with the higher-ups went well. It’s always the most tiresome part of the day for him, even way more than all the hours he spends inside the gates.

“I’m sorry for startling you,” Jinwoo apologizes with a playful kiss on your forehead. “I just can’t help it. You look so cute when you’re surprised.”

You continue to glower at him.

“And even cuter when you’re angry,” he adds, his grin boyish and irritatingly charming. “Where’s my welcome home kiss?”

Oh, the audacity. “You don’t get any until you learn your lesson,” you grumble as you spin back toward the sink, switching on the water and snatching a dirty plate. “Thank goodness, I was just doing the dishes. Remember the last time you did this? When I was…” You continue with your scolding, bleating one line after another, but each word is brushed aside as Jinwoo takes in the sight of you, enthralled. 

It warms his heart to see you like this, his love for you brimming in his chest simply from seeing you do something domestic in the heart of his home. Your delicate frame, your beauty showing so naturally without anything to cover your flaws—the sweet imperfections he adores. The sight of you dressed in one of his shirts, comforted by his scent, its fabric falling loose around your curves, your hair tied up in a messy bun with soft, baby hairs curled around your nape. If you had known he would come home so soon, you would’ve showered and made yourself more presentable for him, but Jinwoo loves you like this. This is the version of you that only he can see. You’re so unbelievably sexy in his eyes, and it just adds more gasoline to the scorching desire within him.

“Jinwoo, are you listening to me—ah!” An involuntary moan escapes you when he mouthes against your nape, his tongue pressing flat against your sensitive spot, your knees buckling at the sensation. He plants one kiss after another as he maps his way down to your shoulder, tugging on your collar just enough to reveal more of your skin. His kisses are no longer the featherlight ones he gave you before. They’re now laced heavily with lust, the thirst he’s been trying to constrain but failing every time. He tastes your skin, his teeth itching to sink in, disrupting your thoughts at once. 

Your plate slips off your fingers before you grip tightly onto the sink, his hand slithering past the hem of your shirt, skating over your stomach and leaving fire at its trail. “Jinwoo, w-wait…”

“If you’re not gonna give me a kiss, Sweetheart,” he whispers, his lips grazing against the shell of your ear. “Maybe I should just steal it away.”

 Before you can react, his fingers frame your jaw, forcing you to face him and claiming your lips at once. Your heart rate accelerates, his torso glued to your spine, and the second you moan into the kiss, he turns you over in his arms, his self-restraint thinning into a thread. Now fully facing him, you feel your body being pushed forward, the edge of the kitchen counter digging into your back as your husband recaptures your lips with his own, slanting them even deeper. He sighs into the kiss, pleased and relieved as if he had been on his best behavior all day and the taste of your mouth was the prize he’d been waiting for. 

Taste of my mouth…?

Oh, no. 

“W-wait, stop for a bit.” You place a hand on his chest, quickly ending the kiss and tossing your face to the side, embarrassed. “You shouldn’t kiss me. I taste like vomit—” 

Jinwoo tugs you forward before you can end your sentence, his fingers clasping firmly against your wrist, keeping you under his control. He kisses you harder, fiercer, as if your little act of pushing him away elevated the hunger inside him. His free arm winds around your waist, guiding you closer to him until he can drown himself again in your warmth. 

“Jinwoo—”

“Just one more.” He thumbs the edge of your mouth, parting your lips open for him despite you trying your best not to. A low grunt erupts from the back of his throat the second he has the chance to taste you a little bit more, his desire so insatiable that he grabs you by the back of your neck, holding your body possessively without leaving you the opportunity to escape. To him, your mouth tastes like ambrosia, and he can’t help but devour you the second he gets the chance.

“Sweet,” he moans softly against your mouth. “You taste so fucking sweet, baby.”

You almost whimper in response, your hands fisting against the front of his shirt. There’s something different about him today, this sense of urgency that takes hold of him like a vice. It makes your body ache with need, too, the need to have his mouth on you, on every place he can reach and more.

Screw it. You can get angry with him some other time. You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer to you as if you wanted to fuse your bodies into one. The sweet sounds he makes grow louder, turn a pitch higher, and when he feels your fingers tugging on the roots of his hair, he almost growls, his teeth grinding against the side of your neck.

Amidst the heavy breaths, you can hear the sound of gushing water coming from behind. Right, the tap! I haven’t turned it off. “Wait, Jin—the water—mmph—” Your husband doesn’t let you speak, doesn’t want to let another second lay to waste, not after he spent the whole day—no, the whole month—waiting to touch you like this.

It’s not until your daughter (who you both seem to have forgotten, shame on you) tugs on the edge of his coat that you break away from each other, leaving the two of you standing with your faces flushed, your hairs disheveled, and your minds reeling. 

“Daddy,” she gives it another pull, her lower lip jutted out in protest. The current babysitter in charge, a High Orc with a messy braid (courtesy of your daughter) and two huge, ivory fangs protruding from the bottom of his mouth, stands gawkily behind her, feeling awkward for interrupting… whatever the hell it was that was happening between you and his master. He then notices the running water, silently turning off the tap while sending you a look.

“T-thanks,” you say to the beast, ashamed. “I was… gonna get that.”

He simply nods, and thank goodness these High Orcs can’t speak because the line, “Mm-hmm, sure,” seems to be written all over his face.

Meanwhile, your husband, the one responsible for all of this, bends forward almost immediately, scooping your daughter up in his arms. “Oh, no, Daddy forgot to say hello to his little princess, didn’t he?” She nodded in response, her cheeks all puffed out. “I’m sorry, baby girl. I got distracted for a bit, but don’t worry. You have all my attention now.”

“All of it?”

“All of it,” he promises with a smile, sweet and soft, a stark contrast to the man he was just a few seconds before. “Do you want to give Daddy a kiss?” 

With a happy chirp, his daughter leaned in almost immediately, brushing her plump lips once on each of his cheeks. “Again, again,” she says, planting another kiss between his eyebrows and a peck on his nose. Both of them grin happily at each other, rubbing the tips of their noses together as her giggles fill the spaces between you. “Welcome home, Daddy.”

No matter how often he’s heard it, his heart melts just the same every time she echoes those words with her angelic voice. “Thanks, Sweetie. Hey, listen.” Still carrying his daughter in his arms, Jinwoo whirls around to have her place her attention on you. “You wanna know why I forgot to greet you today?”

“Why?”

“Because Mommy was about to cry.”

Her doe eyes widen adorably as she gasps out, “She was?”

You restrain the urge to roll your eyes as your husband continues sprouting his bullshit. “Yes, she was. You see, she missed Daddy so much todaythat she felt like crying while doing the dishes.” Now that he says it like that, you can’t help but feel abashed. That was a bit pathetic, wasn’t it? “Daddy had no choice but to go and cheer her up. Isn’t that right, Mommy?”

Your hand itches to toss him another punch. “Oh, yes, God, I was so lonely,” you mutter in your best robotic voice, sarcasm lying thickly in your voice.

“See?” Jinwoo tosses you a shameless grin, amused by your reaction. No, not just that. Happy. “Mommy could barely live without me.”

“Mm. Barely.” You land a kick to the back of his shin. Of course, that does absolutely nothing to an S-Rank Hunter like him. If anything, it only makes him want to chaff at you even harder. 

Fortunately for you, your daughter doesn’t seem like she’s seen the kisses you shared with your husband—or maybe she did, but she chose not to care. “Daddy, did you get cupcakes for me?”

“No, Sweetie, I’m sorry.” Your husband gently strokes her hair, tucking a few loose strands behind her ear. “I was in a rush on my way home.”

She blinks her eyes innocently. “Why?”

“Because Daddy misses you, of course,” Jinwoo smiles warmly, affectionately, the kind of fatherly smile that you didn’t think he could display so naturally on his lips when you first started dating him. “I missed you so much, Princess. I was thinking about you all the time during the raid that I could hardly concentrate.” Well, that and how you looked in your sexy nightgown, to be exact. “I was only gone for a few hours, but I just couldn’t wait to see you again. So, the second the gate was closed, I ran straight home.” 

Teleported, you grumble inwardly with a snort, even when I’ve already told him not to.

“Is that why you got a cut on your cheek? Because you were distracted?” Your daughter questions him, staggering you. 

What?

You quickly turn to your husband, examining his face with your eyebrows sewn in concern. Although it’s barely visible, it’s true. There’s a cut on his cheek, a thin line of crimson on his smooth, pasty skin, like an accidental brush of a pen on paper. This kind of injury is nothing and will naturally heal within a day or two, but still, it frightens you somehow that there’s a being out there who could lay a finger on him—on someone who’s supposed to be untouchable. You were certain that he was only clearing an A-rank dungeon today. Surely, it couldn’t have been so dangerous? 

“Are you okay?” You ask him softly, almost motherly, carefully holding his face as if that little cut made his body a million times more fragile. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Jinwoo bites down on his lip as your anxiety grows. Is it so bad that it’s hard for him to say? You wonder worriedly. Of course, you don't realize in the slightest that he’s only catching it between his teeth because he’s afraid that his mischievous smile will break on his lips and give his plan away. Jinwoo has been craving to be loved, touched, and spoiled endlessly by you today. With you looking this concerned, he’s already walking the path of success. He’s not going to let his little grin betray him at the last minute. 

“No, nowhere else, Sweetheart,” he says with a tender smile. “Just this one on my cheek. I’m okay, though. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just a cut.” Because that was all Beru could manage to do, he continues inwardly, almost releasing a disappointed sigh. Three chances. He gave that stupid ant three chances to wound his face as best as he could without putting any defense whatsoever, and this little cut on his face was all Beru could do. To be fair, knowing his immense durability and his tremendous physical strength, landing just a scratch itselfis considered a feat, but still… Had he had a bigger bruise blooming on his face, you’d take better care of him, wouldn’t you?

You breathe out in relief at his reply but continue to press further. It’s not a matter of pain; it’s the fact that there’s somebody out there who can lay a hand on him. What happens if it gets worse? What if he comes home with a wound next time instead of a cut? No, what if he doesn’t come home at all? 

“Jinwoo…” You twine your fingers around his lean ones. “Did something happen in the ga—”

“IT WAS BECAUSE OF ME, MY QUEEN!” A voice suddenly bursts into your hearing, coming from a small, shadowy figure that seeps out from beneath your husband’s collar. It’s Beru, you realize, but shaped in a different form. Instead of taking his usual humanoid figure, he’s much smaller in size, a floating head with a pair of antennae, so tiny he could fit in your daughter’s palm. 

“B-Beru?”

“Yes, my queen, it is I, Beru, your faithful servant,” the shadow soldier speaks. “With the deepest regret, I must confess that I have brought harm to our king’s heavenly face. To atone for my sins, I shall accept any punishment you bestow upon me, milady.” 

Your frown only deepens.“Wait, I don’t understand. What happened exactly?”

The shadow seems to fidget. “H-Half an hour ago, inside the gate, my liege requested me to—”

“Beru got distracted during the fight,” Jinwoo explains casually, cutting him off so smoothly with his smile intact. “I got this cut when I tried to save him. Isn’t that right,” he turns his head slightly to the side to face the shadow, his eyes gleaming eerily like a purple moon in a pitch-black sky, his voice turning an octave lower, “Beru?”

You can hear the shadow whimper in horror before it flies back to his collar, hiding behind the fabric. Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “Why is Beru acting weird?”

“When is he not acting weird?” Your husband responds nonchalantly. You can’t trust him when he’s smirking like this. No matter how good he looks with it, you can’t. You shouldn’t.

“I’ll put a bandaid on it, Daddy!” Your daughter chirps before jumping away from his arms, rushing to get the first aid kit. When she returns with the box, running toward her father with her little feet, Jinwoo kneels before her. His smile, his posture, the soft look on his face—everything reminds you of the prince in your daughter’s storybook, the one she’s fallen hopelessly in love with.

No wonder she loves her daddy so much, you think fondly to yourself, your heart thawing at the sight of your daughter applying a bandaid to his cheek. She looks so serious as she does it, mustering all her brain power to ensure she covers the cut perfectly. Once she’s done, she plants a kiss over it, sweet and adorable. “There, there.” She pats his cheek. “You’re all better now.”

Jinwoo’s face radiates with joy, but the bow of his lips remains sweet and tender as always. “Thank you, Princess.”

“You’re welcome, Daddy.” She pecks his nose once before she tugs on his hand. “Now, come on! Let’s have a tea party! You can be the queen, and I’ll be the princess, and Mr. Whiskers can be the king!”

“Right now?” Jinwoo chuckles, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. He has the energy to play with you all night, but having tea parties with an overexcited toddler can be quite draining indeed, especially when he has to play the role of a noblewoman—who’s married to a cat, for some reason—to keep her entertained. “Can Daddy take a shower first?”

“No! The tea will get cold if you do that!” 

“All right, all right. Can I, at least, play a more masculine role this time? A prince, maybe?”

“No, we need to have a queen in the story!”

“Why can't Mommy be the queen, then?”

“Because Mommy is busy doing her chores,” you answer with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes, completely ignoring the pleading look your husband is sending you. "Remember to use your girly voice, Husband.”

Jinwoo squints his eyes at you. "Is this your payback from earlier?”

You flaunt your coquettish grin. “Maybe.”

He sighs despite his little smile threatening to crawl back to his lips. "You're lucky I love you, Sweetheart.”

“Daddy, come on!” She hops on her feet, tugging him even further toward the living room. “And you too, Orky, hurry up! You’re the maid. You need to serve us some cake!”

The High Orc releases a sigh. Tossing his messy braid over his shoulder, he retrieves his apron from the counter—one that you’d sewn yourself for him as a gift for being an exceptionally patient babysitter—and follows after their steps. 

To anyone else’s eyes, the sight of South Korea’s 10th S-Rank Hunter, a fluffy yet somewhat demonic cat, a brawny High Orc, and a toddler with messy pigtails having a tea party on a tiny plastic table in your living room might be too absurd to take in, but this is just an everyday scenery in your lovely home. Even so, you’ll never take this for granted. The sense of relief of being safe and sound, the happiness of being together, the warmth that spreads right to your center…. These are the things that you pray every night to last forever.

And it is something that Sung Jinwoo protects more than the universe itself. ***

A sigh slips out of you as you slide underneath the blanket, the bed’s soft and almost heaven-like the moment you lie down. It has been an exhausting day, and you still haven’t gotten to bring much food into your system. Tomorrow will be better, you convince yourself. Hopefully, all the healthy juice and vitamins you’ve consumed throughout the day could replenish the nutrients your baby needs.

The bathroom door clicks open, shining light into an otherwise dimmed room. Steams of hot water cloud the room as your husband steps out with a towel hanging over his head. He’s dressed in nothing but his black sweatpants, his body lean and toned, still glistening with water. He’s mesmerizing as always and effortlessly so. You avert your gaze away, however, as you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of being ogled at and have him tease you about it all night—because he definitely will if he catches you drooling at the sight. He’s done that before, and he’s only eager to do it again.

Jinwoo exhales as he sits on the edge of the bed, sounding just as tired as you are. Little did you know that this was just an act to have you indulge him in more ways than one until his thirst for your affection was quenched. 

You roll around to face him, lying on your side and making a pillow out of your arm. “Long day at work?”

“Just a little,” he answers. You notice how water droplets are still dripping from his hair, drenching his shoulders and… rolling down his… broad, muscular back…

You swallow, forcing yourself not to stare—not too much, at least—at how the muscles in his shoulder blades contort when he lifts his hand to rub the towel against his hair but damn it, it is getting very distracting. You can’t help it, really. It’s just been so long since you two have been intimate with each other, and that… session you had with him in the kitchen only made your longing for him a million times worse. “You do look more weary than usual. Did the bath help? I used the expensive bath salts for you.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, it was relaxing. We should’ve taken a bath together.”

“We wouldn’t have been relaxing if we bathed together.”

“Really?” He arches an eyebrow suggestively. “And why is that?”

Your voice reduces to a mumble when you reply, “You know why.”

His little smirk tells you that yes, he does know, but he just wants to see you grimacing from shame when you say it out loud. “Were you worried that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself?” 

The truth was, you were worried that you wouldn’t be able to, but your husband doesn’t need to know about that. “Isn’t that exactly what happened last time?”

“Only because you didn’t ask me to behave,” he cocks his head to the side, his lips curving devilishly. “You should’ve asked me to be a good boy for you, Sweetheart. I wouldn’t have touched you if that was the case. And I always keep my promise, you know that.”

Oh, he does, all right. The same way he did during your honeymoon phase when he promised you that he wouldn't stop fucking you until the sun came out. Underestimating his stamina was the biggest mistake of your life. He had your legs trembling so badly the following day, you had to call off work. 

But that’s it, isn’t it? That's exactly what you want to happen right here, right now. Jinwoo has been so considerate of your pregnancy that he decided to put a leash on himself. It’s a sweet thing for him to do, but sometimes, you just wish he’d tear it apart and set himself free. It would be nice if he could just be a little rough with you right now, not caring too much about how you feel and just focusing on what he wanted to do. But he’s not that kind of man, and that’s why you married him.

Despite his aloof, stoic demeanor and how vicious he can be during battles, he’s the most gentle lover you’ve ever been with, especially when he knows you’re not ready to deal with anything like that yet, both physically and emotionally (or so he thought). He’s truly all a woman could look for in a husband. Protective and strong. Loving. Caring. Treating you with the same amount of tenderness as he treats his own mother. But, still, a slight change wouldn’t be too bad, would it? If he could just be a little selfish in bed today, succumbing to his desire to touch you and make love to you without restraint… That would be nice, right?

“Baby, you okay?”

His deep voice startles you, dragging you out of your stupor. “Yeah, I was just, umm…” You clear your throat, heat filling your cheeks. “Your hair’s dripping. Want me to help you dry it off?”

His lips part in what seems to be surprise before he wrings them together into a smile. First mission, clear, he claims triumphantly in his head. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Of course not.” You make your way toward him, your legs sliding against the sheets before you kneel behind him, giving his shoulders a little squeeze. “You’re my husband. It makes me happy when I get to take care of you, especially when you’ve worked so hard all day.”

“Mm. Yeah. I’ve worked so hard today.”

Oblivious to the demonic cackle he’s trying to bite down, you step down from the bed, searching for the hair dryer you stored inside the drawer. Jinwoo waits in silence, leaning back with two hands propping his weight on the sheets behind him, his legs spread wide open. His eyes roam over your body, following every curve and dip, his fingers itching to just tear your nightgown away and replace every inch of satin with the softness of his kiss and the heat of his desire. 

You notice the way his hooded eyes cascade to the valley between your breasts as you walk toward him, your stomach swirling at this thrilling thought of being so physically wanted. With how he chews on his bottom lip as he gazes at you, his thoughts wandering to places they shouldn’t be, he makes you feel like you’re the prettiest woman in the world, a goddess he’s so close to touch and taste, yet the heaven forbids him for it.

“My eyes are up here, Husband.”

He lets his gaze linger for one more second before they flick back to you. “I know,” he smirks, shameless. After watching you plug your hairdryer in the nearest socket, he gestures you to come close and settle yourself between his legs, his smile welcoming—no, inviting. “Come here,” he suggests with a couple of pats on his thigh. 

You know what he’s asking, and God, you want to just give in and obey whatever he commands you to, but you decide to ignore him at the last second. Sitting on his lap right now when you’re nearly consumed by this aching need to be touched is just too risky. You have to be careful if you don’t want to appear so… needy. 

“Sometimes I think you’re not older than five. Look at how wet your hair is.” You reprimand him playfully as you try to shake away the excess water from his hair with his towel. You let yourself move closer to him, standing between his legs, your face hovering close enough to entice him but not enough for him to feel the sweetness of your breath caressing his skin. “Did you even use your towel? You’re still soaked and—” 

Your line ends shortly in a yelp when Jinwoo easily lifts your body with one arm coiled around your waist, placing you down on one of his thighs. He lets his arm linger protectively around you, making sure to keep you safe and secure on his lap. “Comfortable, Sweetheart?” He asks with a puckish grin. 

No, it’s not comfortable. It’s torturous. 

See, the thing is, it’s easy for you to touch him first, to reach out and kiss him and explore his mouth until he groans and has no choice but to take you. But the last time you approached him first, the last time you were so clingy, and needy, and just desperate for his touch, it boosted his ego so much that he ended up smirking every time he saw you. For the whole fucking week, that is. He didn’t even say anything when you asked him with a suspicious glare, “Why do you keep smirking at me like that?” He’d just shrug and continue to smirk even more, and it annoyed you—flustered you—terribly because the words, “Nothing, I just keep remembering how cute you looked when you were begging me the other day,” were painted vividly all over his face. You’re not going to give him that satisfaction again. Never. 

If he wants to make love to you tonight, if he wants to even touch you for a bit, he’s going to have to ask for it.

But when he looks this fucking handsome with his mysterious, sapphire-like eyes, his hair wet and pushed back by your hand, his lips slightly parted as if he was waiting for yours to close the space between them… It takes you everything not to fall in his arms.

Despite all these thoughts gyrating in your head, screaming to be turned into actions, you keep yourself composed on the outside; your stare remains flat. “Do I really have to dry your hair like this? While sitting on your thigh?”

“What, I just don’t want my pregnant wife to get tired from standing too long,” he argues, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “It makes me happy when I get to take care of my wife, too, you know.” His eyes droop a little as he says the line, and fuck, fuck, he definitely just stole a glance at your lips there.

This little devil. “I know you didn’t use your towel. You’ve been plotting this whole thing right from the start.”

“Plotting is such a dramatic word,” Jinwoo replies, followed by a small laughter. “I just want my wife to spoil me for a bit.” He places a hand on your leg, his thumb rubbing against your inner thigh. It brushes against the hem of your gown as he purrs, “Is that so wrong, Sweetheart?” You watch his digit slip underneath the fabric, never going further up, aiming just to tease. “For your husband to ask his wife for some love?” 

Even just that already causes you to swallow your breath. “I think I’ve loved you enough today.”

“Hmm, I don't know.” He leans close to your ear, his warm, minty breath swaying your soft strands with each word spoken. “I’m a bit greedy, after all. I might need you to pamper me all night long.”

Your head swirls under temptation but you keep yourself strong. You return the safe distance between you, placing a hand on his… bare chest. God, he needs to put on some shirt. “You could’ve just asked me to dry your hair instead of drenching the sheets.” 

His little smile, the way he’s tilting his head slightly to the side, staring at you with his eyes turning all soft, lost in your own�� Curse you, Sung Jinwoo. “You’re right, sorry.” He’s not sorry. He’s already planning to drench the sheets in one way or another, you can tell, and you’re excited about it. Though it won’t take long for that excitement to turn into frustration with the way he keeps touching you but not actually touching you. 

Why won’t he just do it? Why won’t he just say that he misses me as much as I miss him, wants me—no, needs me as much as I need him? It would’ve saved us a lot of time if he could just kiss me right now.

What you don’t know is that, from his side, your husband isn’t really seeking a chance to make love to you tonight. He wants to—God, only heaven knows just how much he wants to devour you right now—but he won’t force you to do something so physically straining when you already look so weary. Still, he needs to touch you today, to explore you, to taste you, or otherwise, he’ll just lose his mind. He doesn’t even care if he gets no relief himself. He just needs to be with you in that way, but being the little shit that he is, he wants to tease you about it. After all, what makes your sex life so fun and adventurous is this little game you always play, seeing who’s going to yield to their desire first, and start begging the other for mercy.

So far, Jinwoo is winning, but that doesn’t mean you can’t turn the tides. “Come on. Let’s dry your hair.”

“Mm.” Jinwoo lowers his head (yes, even when you’re sitting on his thigh; he’s still taller than you), cutely nuzzling his face against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “I’ll be in your care, Noona.”

N-Noona?! Your face catches on fire. Turning the tides has never been so difficult. It’s been years since he last called you that way that you’ve forgotten just how easily he could make your heartbeat soar with merely a single word. You’re only a year older than him, which is not a big deal, but he surely takes it to his advantage—an effective way to cause your stomach to flip with every call.

“Hmm? What’s wrong, Noona?”

Stay calm, stay calm. “Nothing.” Exhaling a bit too harshly, you switch on your hairdryer and draw it closer to his hair, your fingers carding through the locks, sometimes ruffling them. He smiles to himself, looking all pleased and giddy—well, as giddy as someone as cool as Sung Jinwoo could be. Seeing how he leans further into your touch, silently pleading for another touch the same way a little boy would ask for praise, you can’t help but feel your heart flutter at the sight. How can a 190cm tall, muscular S-Rank Hunter—the Lord of the Undead himself—be so adorable? 

“You’re like a dog,” you comment with a hint of mirth in your voice, “wanting to be petted.”

Jinwoo responds by playfully trying to bite your hand, clamping his teeth together, his pointy fangs bared. And you wish he had. You wish he’d sink his teeth into your skin, leaving marks on you again after so long. He always does that in bed, doesn’t he? Leaving love bites all over your neck, his teeth grinding against your shoulder as he drove himself in and out of you. It was as if he wanted to remind you again and again that you were his, only his, to give himself the satisfaction of knowing that he was the only man who you’d allow to do whatever he wanted with your body. 

 And when he gets rough… When he turns feral in bed because you just rile him up so much… When he flips you over to your stomach, one hand binding both of your wrists together before he presses his weight onto you—

“You’re stopping again,” Jinwoo says with a coy smile. “What are you thinking about, Sweetheart?”

You, fucking me from behind. “N-nothing.” You work your hand; your movement’s no longer as poised. 

“Doesn’t sound like nothing,” he simpers.

“Oh, shut up. I’m just thinking about…” Think quickly, think quickly, think quickly. “Your hair.”

"What about it?”

“It’s just… really soft. Surprisingly soft.” It amazes you how you manage to keep yourself composed with those filthy thoughts raging like a storm in your head. You continue to ruffle his hair, shaking the water away. “Fluffy, even.”

“You say that as if you’d never touched my hair before,” he titters softly. His eyes then flick back to yours, the blue in them sketched thickly with the desire he’s been trying to rein in. “When you’ve done so much more than that.”

You don’t know what drives you to do it—perhaps it’s some kind of reflex as the sultry nights you’d spent with his head trapped between your legs comes to your recollection—but you yank on his strands, and he lets out this low, deep groan from the back of his throat, his gaze turning dark and heavy when he warns, “Careful, Sweetheart.”

He’s not reminding you to be gentle, not at all. He’s warning you not to push his buttons more than you already do. He’s already suffering as it is, trying to hold himself back from having his way with you, and you tugging on his roots like this, reminding him of all those times when you were pleading for him to thrust his tongue deep inside your core, is not helping.

“Then, don’t make it weird,” you reciprocate with a little pinch on his nose. After combing your fingers through his hair one last time, you switch off the hairdryer. “Done. You’re all dry now.” You return to your feet, itching to get away from him before you’re swallowed by the urge to yank his hair back again and latch your mouth against his throat. “Let me tidy this up first and—”

Your sentence ends in a short gasp when his arms tangle around your waist once more, and the next time you blink, you find yourself pinned down to the bed, his knee placed just between your thighs, dangerously close to your core. His face hovers just above yours, his lips twitching into a smirk as he gazes down at you with a hint of naughtiness in his eyes. 

“Thank you,” he says, leaning in until the tips of your noses are mere millimeters away from brushing against each other. “Making my favorite food for dinner. Preparing my bath and drying my hair. You’ve been so good to me today.” With your chin trapped between lean fingers, he angles your head to the side, his breath fanning the skin below your ear. “I think my sweet girl deserves a little reward.” His voice is beyond seductive, awakening all the butterflies inside you. “Tell me what you want, baby. Let me take care of you this time.”

You grip the sheets underneath you, your heart thumping in anticipation. “I can ask for... anything?”

He chuckles, the sound low and tantalizing, his nose probing against the pulsating vein on your neck. “Anything.”

You swallow thickly, a thousand different wishes bursting into your head at once. 

“T-then… I want you to…” ***

To be continued to part 2

[tiredmamaissy]

Sung Jin-woo letting one of his shadows join? Only if it’s Igris. 

🔞mdni🔞

jinwoo x reader x igris

Warnings: nsfw, expletives, smut, threesome, would this be considered necrophilia? I sincerely hope not, anyways—oral, pnv, dom jin, just absolute filth, creampie—although questionable, throatpie, multiple forced orgasms, first persons pov, links attached for some visuals, i just wanna shoutout this tiktok

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I can’t lie, whenever I watch Igris in action my heart thuds in my chest, hard. It’s just the way he carries himself that makes him seem…so human. But he’s a beast, and he became Jinwoo’s shadow by a split hair. 

It’s no secret that they’re both equally as powerful. 

Sometimes I let myself fantasize for a while. Let myself think that when he looks at me, he’s feeling the same way. That his heart is slamming into his ribs, just like mine—if he even has one. I can’t help but wonder, what’s under that mask? Or rather, 

Who’s under that mask? 

Jinwoo catapults across my field of vision, slamming into the wall of the training arena. Igris stalks towards him, sword at his side and cape flowing behind him. I watch his every move, his every strut. He glances over to me, staring down at me with a predatory gaze, checking on me. Well, that’s what I allow myself to believe, only for a second. I know where his loyalty lies. 

Regardless, my heart’s about to fly out of my fucking chest. 

Within seconds, Jinwoo regains his strength, getting back up to rejoin this… ‘spar’. His aggression is palpable, I can sense it from all the way over here in these four walls tucked behind this safety glass. Only Igris can bring out this side of him—it’s always a fair fight, after all. 

Well, almost. 

I always look away at this point. It always gets bad for Igris. But for some reason, I can’t today. I watch, eyes fixed to the scene unfolding before me. 

Jinwoo slams Igris into the ground, sending a rumble through the earth beneath me. The chair I’m seated in shakes, and I grip the table in front of me. Igris fades into black smoke under Jinwoo’s fist, and his glowing eyes snap up to meet mine, piercing into me with a threatening glare. 

Fuck. 

My core spasms. Suddenly I’m empty, and yearning for Jinwoo to make it better. He stands and walks through the residual mist that was once Igris, toward me. I swallow hard and reign in the ball of muscle trying to break through my ribcage.

His stare never falters, his eyes are anchored to me. I stand as I urge myself to hold it, to dominate it. But it’s too intimidating—he’s too intimidating. I look down, just for a brief second, showing my submission. And when I look back up…

He’s gone. 

I feel a gust of wind and Jinwoo’s voice growls my name behind me, his hot breath misting against my shoulder. I break out into a shiver, and I stumble back into him. He catches me, steadying me with his iron grip on my waist. 

“Jin—” 

“Igris has taken quite an interest in you.”

He cuts me short with a hint of aggression in his voice. My stomach drops. His fingers wander down my hips, to my thighs—under the hem of my skirt. He presses his lips against the shell of my ear. 

“I’m not quite sure if I like that.” 

“Wh-what do you mean?” I whisper, obviously unnerved. I feel his hard bulge press into me, and my pussy floods with heat. 

“I'm his master.” Jinwoo speaks a little too calmly, subtly tugging my skirt up, little by little. “I know his thoughts, his feelings. He takes a particular liking to your—hah, well, everything.” He yanks my skirt the rest of the way up in one swift, harsh move. “I mean, I do know the feeling.” 

What is he even saying? That Igris…feels something for me? I can barely think, much less focus on the words he’s speaking. Not when he’s thumbing at my soaked panty. 

“I didn’t know he could feel anything. He’s a shadow.” I say, breathless. 

“Yes, he is. But he still has his own…urges. Instincts.” He whispers quietly as he tugs my panties down my hips, letting them drop to my ankles. 

“Desires.” 

“R-Right.” I gasp and hold my breath in anticipation and my body tenses. 

He’s going to bend me over this table and fuck me. 

I swear I feel a gush between my legs, and suddenly my face is flush against the wooden table and his feet are kicking apart mine. My panty stretches between my ankles and he snakes his fingers around my throat. 

“Igris.” He summons his best shadow in a thick, dark voice, and Igris fabricates from a black mist in front of me, as if he didn’t just disappear. “Isn’t that right?” 

I look up from the table, only to be met by a suit of armor and his piercing gaze spearing down through me. Shit. He can see me…like this. With my panties at my ankles, bent over a piece of furniture. 

How embarrassing. 

I feel Jinwoo fiddle single handedly with the buckle of his belt, and then the button on his pants. His other hand maintains its searing grip on my throat and jaw, forcing me to meet Igris’s quiet gaze. I struggle to breathe and my eyes threaten to leak. 

My heart is going to explode. 

“See? He didn’t even respond. He has total control over himself.” His voice lowers into a whisper next to my face and I hear his zipper. “He actually wants to fuck you.” 

What? He—what? My eyes bulge wider, if it’s even possible, and I feel his cock notch at my slick opening.

So what, he’s forcing him to watch us? To teach him some sick lesson? 

Jinwoo must sense my unease, and he loosens his grip on my jaw and my head slumps back down to the table. But I’m still staring into the void of Igris’s eyes. He remains unmoving, eerily still in his stance with his sword sheathed on his back. 

“Caalm.” He draws out the word, letting his fingers just barely skate along the length of my spine.

My back arches and I roll onto the tips of my toes to present my pussy to him. Pathetic. I almost hate how wet and ripe I am for him. He hasn’t even looked me in the eye yet. 

“We’re not doing anything you don’t want.” Jin-woo’s hand trails up to grip my throat once more, and he hunches over me until his lips are next to my ear again. 

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

Jin-woo breaches me with exigency, in one hard thrust of his hips. I let out a whimper and try to stay on my toes as I frantically adjust to his thick cock inside me. 

“I see the way you look at him.” He growls as he presses a harsh kiss onto my jaw. 

He knows. And he’s teaching me a lesson, too. 

“I…I don’t.” I can’t find my voice to tell my lie, especially when I’m doing it now—staring at Igris while his master is inside me. 

Jin-woo lets out a low, wicked chuckle, and his hand tightens on my throat. Igris moves just a millimeter, as if he were about to let himself react to his master's slender fingers wrapped around my neck. 

But he holds himself firm, head ever so slightly tilted down as he takes in the sight beneath him. The sight of my quivering, glossy eyes peering up at him, and my flushed, swollen lips glistening with a layer of spit. 

“Careful, Igris.” Jinwoo warns his subordinate. “We’re not in the arena anymore. You might hurt her if you retaliate here.” He unleashes me from his grip, allowing me to take an unobstructed breath. 

“He’s not a fan of my hand around your throat.” Jin-woo whispers into my ear, and pulls out of me suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. 

“I won’t hurt her. She’s mine, remember?” Jinwoo speaks nonchalantly, as if he were stating a fact. Reassuring Igris, yet at the same time reminding him that I’m his. I can sense Igris tense—he feels like a ball of kinetic energy, ready to burst. 

Jinwoo’s cock prods at me again, and I ready myself for the impact of his thrust. I know it’s going to be brutal. He slams into me with a ruthless smack, making the table beneath me topple onto two legs. My fingers grip onto its corners as I bite my cheek to stifle the moan threatening to rip from my throat. 

“Mine to fuck.” Jin-woo growls, and there’s a possessive tone to his voice. He wraps my hair around his fist and yanks my head back. Now I’m forced to stare directly at him. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

That damn question again. He wants me to say it to his face. To make it clear that he owns me and my pussy.

“Yes.” I just barely whisper and feel him ram into me again. “Fuck!” 

Igris takes a step toward me, his stare trained down on me. He’s so close to me now, and I’m eye level with his armored crotch. Blood rushes to my face and Jinwoo hisses behind me. 

“Soon.” Jinwoo snaps, using the grip he has on my hair to hold me firm as he immediately sets a relentless pace, fucking into me with a vengeance.

“Soon? W-what’s ha-ppening soon?” My voice bounces from his incessant thrusts, and I’m so fucking overwhelmed. 

“Igris wants his turn.” Jinwoo growls. 

His…turn?

My heart lunges out my chest, and I’m pushed closer towards the edge. The image of Igris actually fucking me is almost too much to handle. If he were to fuck me…oh god. I’m going to cum from just the thought. 

“Jinwoo, wait. I—” I moan softly as my legs tremble and my pussy grips his cock. Fuck, I’m going to come already. And Igris is going to watch it happen. “Please, s-slower—or, or, I’m going to—haah—gonna!” 

“Yeah? Already?” He huffs, letting his hips snap into me repeatedly, fucking me like he’s angry with me. “Just from the mere thought of my shadow fucking your needy little pussy?”

“N-No!” I deny the truth through a tiny, pathetic cry, fixating on the sight directly in front of me.

The armor guarding Igris’s most prized possession looks tight. 

“Show her your face.” Jin-woo orders quickly, huffing and puffing as he ruts into me. 

Igris obeys, taking off his helmet and letting it fall to the ground with a clank. I crane my neck to look up at him and I’m met with glowing red eyes.

Hungry, scarred, red eyes, staring down at me like he wants to wreck me.

His hair flows down past his shoulders, a stark white with silver highlights. Christ, he’s more gorgeous than I ever imagined. 

And I'm coming…to his face. 

“Fu-uck.” I whine shakily and watch Igris’s eyes widen and his angular jaw tense. 

“Oh fuck, she’s cumming on my cock, Igris.” Jinwoo grunts and fucks me through every spasm that ripples through me. I writhe and squirm underneath his grip and my eyes fill to the brim with hot tears. “Don’t you wanna feel that?” 

Igris’s gaze snaps to Jinwoo’s, and the answer to that question is written all over his beautiful face. 

“Shadow exchange.” Jinwoo growls under his breath. 

Within moments, Igris fades to black and before me stands the menace himself—the shadow monarch—huge cock in hand with his ominous, glowing eyes shooting freshly sharpened daggers into me. 

Then I feel it. A delicious stretch. My still throbbing cunt desperately tries to adjust to Igris’s fat cock. He’s inside me. He’s really fucking inside me. Fuck, it’s so thick and big that I could cry. I really might fucking cry. 

I let out a wobbly whimper and force myself to keep still, if I move I think I’ll split open. All I can do is peer up into the luminous eyes that look back down at me with contempt, as I beg him to do something. 

“Oh my god. J-Jin. Jinwoo.” I chitter through my teeth and my tears of disbelief finally stain my cheeks. “Jin-woo, he’s really i-inside me.”

“Impressive, mm?” He grunts, breathing heavily. He cups my chin, pads of his fingers sinking into my damp cheeks. He tsks, and a slight smirk tugs at his lips. “I want to be inside you too, darling.” 

Jinwoo drives his thumb and pointer finger into my jaw bone, forcing my mouth open. He gives himself a few sloppy strokes before swiping his swollen tip on my lips as if it were lipstick, coating them in my own cum. 

“Tongue.” He demands through a breathless groan, and my tongue instinctively darts out, tasting myself on him. 

I’m sweet. 

“That’s my good girl.” Jin-woo grins, his thumb rubbing my cheek tenderly like some sort of twisted praise.

His attention turns to his second in command, and he takes in the sight of him mounted to me. His cock twitches against my tongue, and my mouth reflexively closes around his mushroomy head. 

“Hnng—she’s incredible, isn’t she?” Jinwoo sounds so smug, and for the first time, I hear Igris grunt. “Fuck her good, Igris.” 

The force of his first thrust litters my vision with stars, and it pushes me further down onto Jinwoo’s cock all at once. Jinwoo takes an intentional breath to stifle a groan and begins balling my hair into his fist. 

My clit definitely has its own fucking heartbeat. 

Igris begins thrusting in and out of me like a starved man, shoving himself as deep as my tiny body will allow him. His movements are incessant, laced with desperation. Like he’s been waiting—wanting to do this for a long, long time. He’s fucking into me like he’s never fucked a pussy in his life and the thought of that likely being the truth is making this even hotter. 

“Shit, I don’t even need to fuck your throat.” Jinwoo huffs with a smile and stands still, proving his point. “He’s fucking you so hard that your throat is riding my cock.”

Tears stream down my face and my head feels like it’s full of cotton. Am I even breathing? I test it out and hear a gurgling noise that I can only assume came from  me. Jinwoo pulls out of me, holding my head in the air and I hear myself heave a loud breath. 

“Don’t pass out on us, sweetheart.” Jinwoo’s dark voice echoes and I feel him tap my cheek a few times with his cock. “Come on, you can take us both. Right?”

He slowly sinks his cock down my throat again, inch by inch. I gag and my eyes water, because while he’s doing that, Igris is ramming him into the back of my throat repeatedly. 

It’s all too much. 

I shake my head and tap Jin’s thigh, and he yanks out of me and I gasp for air. He strokes himself fast, with his hips thrusted into the air and his core flexed. He groans low and long, watching me. Watching us.

“Make her cum.” He speaks quickly, stroking himself harder. Igris pounds into me at a frightening rate and I feel the coil in my core suddenly snap. I let out a filthy moan, loud and languid, from the back of my fucked out throat. “She’s gonna come, Igris.” 

I am. I fucking am. 

“I��m—I’m cummi—”

Jinwoo stuffs his cock back down my throat with an urgency, hunching over me and fucking my throat like it’s a pussy. His hand snakes down my belly, and his finger barely swipes my pulsing clit. His ghost touch sends me over the edge and I cum so. fucking. hard. My pussy throbs so bad that Igris groans like a dying man and ruts me harder. 

“Oh fuck, baby. Yes.” Jinwoo moans, giving me one brutal thrust before emptying himself down my throat.

He grunts from the bottom of his stomach and he holds me for what feels like an eternity on his pulsating cock before tugging me off of him. I cough and sputter, swallowing between sorry attempts at taking a breath. 

“Granted.” Jinwoo catches his own breath, and I can’t even speak to ask him what he’s allowing Igris to do to me now. He leans down, caressing my face and brushing my sweaty hair away from my pleading eyes. He plants a tender kiss on my ear and as he pulls away he whispers to me.

“Igris wants permission to breed you. That’s okay, right darling?”

Jin-woo takes a step back and I call for him with my hoarse voice. But he only grins and uses his stealth to fade into thin air, seemingly leaving me alone with the knight commander Igris—the blood red. I feel his metal arm wrap over my chest and his hand grip my shoulder to gain purchase. 

“I-Igris.” I nervously and directly acknowledge him for the first time in this entire interaction. “Ple-ase…” 

He growls and pulls me off the table and into his hard exterior. My toes cramp from trying to stay on my feet but he’s way too big and I feel myself lifting off the ground. He wraps his other hand around my waist and supports me with ease, fucking me mid-air. I claw at his armour and my legs kick and cross but I’m trapped in his undying grasp. 

“Holy shit…Igris!” I cry out, frantic. “Hold on!”  

Igris’s rhythm goes sloppy, and he’s trying to force as much of himself inside me as he possibly can. He’s trying to kill me, not breed me. A high pitched squeal splits my quivering lips and I kick a little harder—entirely too overwhelmed and overstimulated. 

“T-Too deep! You’re too deep!” My tears stream down my cheeks yet my pummeled pussy weeps for more. 

“You’re okay, my princess.” Igris’s deep voice hurls me into my third orgasm and I go limp in his grip, completely dissolving into the pleasure of his cock filling every possible part of me.

He cums with a gruff shout, tightening his arms around me as he stays inside me, stuffing me with cum until I’m queasy. 

My vision splits and fades to black and his grip on me fades with it. I hear a hushed sound and feel myself falling. I’m about to slam into the floor. I brace for impact in my fizzled brain yet I don’t feel the hard, cold tile. Rather, a warmth envelopes me, cradling me as I blubber and fail to set any breathing pattern, much less a steady one.

“Shh-shh. Breathe. You did so well, baby.” It’s Jinwoo’s voice, cooing at me, and he holds me close to his warm chest. “You were such a good girl for us.” 

[thewritetofreespeech]

Shower you with love

plot: Jinwoo comes home from a dungeon in desperate need for a shower. And you.

tags: f!reader, jinwoo x reader, shower sex, heterosexual sex, fingering, cute fluffy couple stuff

wc: 1.3K

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It was getting pretty late. You glance at your phone again to check the time, and sigh as you decided Jinwoo was probably not coming home. The life of a Hunter was like that sometimes. All you could do was hope that he was safe and ok.

Picking yourself up from the couch to put your mug in the sink for tomorrow’s wash and get ready for bed, when you hear the front door open. The only person it could be was Jinwoo, as Jinah was staying over at a friend’s place to study and work on a project, and raced for the door. Your enthusiasm is dampened, however, and smile falters as you take in your boyfriend’s appearance at the door. “What the hell happened to you?”

“I fell in a mud pit.”

You cover your mouth not to laugh directly in Jinwoo’s face, but also cover some of the smell. Not the freshest mud you had to assume; with Gods knew what else was in the pit before Jinwoo was added to it. “Well….take all that off then. I don’t want you tracking all this ick through the house. Luckily the washer is free. Just leave it there and I’ll take care of it.”

Jinwoo obediently pulled off his shoes and the rest of his clothes. His beautiful, sculpted body becoming more & more revealed as he stripped down to his boxers, fortunately spared from the muck. “Go take a shower and I’ll toss these in. Do you want anything to eat after?” He shook his head. Jinwoo seemed tired, but that might just be the long day or just the stress getting to him, so you decided to not push on the last time he ate. “Ok. Get cleaned up and we’ll get ready for bed.”

He made his way through the apartment to the bathroom, and you made quick work of the laundry. After you finished setting up a heavy wash cycle, you heard Jinwoo call your name from the bathroom. “What’s wrong?” You ask when you arrive. Expecting the worst somehow but just finding your boyfriend standing there with the shower running.

“Take a shower with me.”

You blush at Jinwoo’s request. He looked completely serious, yet somehow a little vulnerable as he reached out to pull you further into the bathroom. How could you say no?

Stripping out of your pjs, you wait for Jinwoo to get into the shower first. It was chilly in the bathroom, but you were willing to wait to have the initial layer of filth sluff off Jinwoo’s skin before you joined him. The water was warm as it hit your back, and you let out a little sigh. “It’s not too hot, is it?”

You turn around to face Jinwoo. His eyes fixed on you with a gaze as warm as the shower. Wet hair flopping down on his face. “No. It’s perfect.”

Jinwoo smiled, then leaned forward to give you a kiss. Slow, lazy, a signal on how tired he was, but apparently not that tired. “I missed you.” That was apparent by his erection brushing against your thigh.

You shutter but try to keep coy so Jinwoo didn’t completely have the upper hand. “You were only gone for a day.” You remind him.

He pouted in response with a frown. “Time is different in the dungeons.” You would have to take his word on that.

The Hunter pulled you in for another kiss. Bodies press fully together this time. You moan as your nipples brushed against the hard planes of his chest. Those calloused hands sliding over your body with ease thanks to the water. “Jinwoo…”

“I need you.” He told you when the two of you broke free. That serious yet vulnerable look on his face again.

“Ok.” You told him and pulled him back in. He could have all of you, he only needed to ask.

Kissing again, Jinwoo turned you both around, so you were out of the direct spray and your back was against the shower wall. His hands moved down between your legs to touch you and you moan as one of his fingers slid into you. Easy with the warm water. “Jin…” You whimper as he touched you. Pumping his fingers inside as his thumb brushed against your clit.

You manage to open your eyes and find Jinwoo staring at you. Transfixed. Taking in every express. In recent months he had become more observant like this in a variety of ways, but you never thought you would be the focus of it. Having him look at you that way, as if inside you, made your stomach quake as you held onto him.

“Jinwoo please…” You buck your hips into his hand and Jinwoo needed no further encouragement.

He pulled his hand from you and asked you to lift your leg. The shelf intended for small soaps & shampoo finding a whole new purpose in your shower set up. Jinwoo stepped further into your space and lined his cock up with your entrance. Pressing forward as you moan at being filled inside by him.

It felt amazing. Being close to him again (even if it was just a day). Apparently, however, missing you left Jinwoo with very little patience. Where he would usually slow up to start, he just went in full tilt with his thrusts inside you this time. Not that you were complaining. Your moans and screams echoing off the tile of the bathroom were evidence to that. “Oh God Jinwoo! Don’t stop!”

Your lover gave a low grunt in your ear, then suddenly your legs were up around Jinwoo’s waist with ease as he pounded into you. “Fuck!” You shriek as you cling onto him. When the hell did he get so strong?!

The change in position allowed Jinwoo to fuck deeper inside you. Hard and heavy. You could feel every thrust of his cock through your body. Pure, mind-numbing pleasure.

“Oh! Oh God Jin! So good! I-I’m gonna cum-!”

“Cum for me.” And it was like his words were a new activate command, meant only for you. You cum hard. Your whole body tightening around Jinwoo as you clung to him. Your pussy seizing around his cock as he came inside you.

The two of you hold there for a moment. Jinwoo holding you against the wall with him leaning against you, and you suspended in the air. When he let you down, he did so gently. Your legs were shaky, and you were still in a wet shower. 80% of household accidents happen in the bathroom, and you have to wonder now if great sex might also be the cause.

Jinwoo washed his hair quickly, then turned around to do the same to you. While he rinsed you cleaned the rest of your body to get the sweat and mess off you. Sex wasn’t dirty but it certainly wasn’t the most hygienic activity at times. Freshly showered, Jinwoo turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub. Offering you his hand.

“Do we have any puddings left?”

You turn to look over at Jinwoo as you dried off with your towel. Smirking a little, as he looked more like a little lost puppy now, rather than the beast that just fucked you. “I think so. Why? Are you hungry now?”

Jinwoo nodded and you leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Let me make you something then. You can’t live off pudding and protein bars Jin.”

“But I like pudding.” He insisted, but didn’t argue any further as he went to put on clothes and wait for you to make him something. Just a light snack. You couldn’t send the great Hunter to bed hungry, but he did need to get to bed.

As you watched him eat, cleaning up the crumbs from the counter as he happily munched, you thought it was good to have him home.

[blessedmisery]

summary: sung jinwoo x reader - boyfriend headcannons. sfw and nsfw included. warnings: fluff, smut, idk this is silly authors note: ty for reading, hope u enjoy. likes and reblogs always appreciated <3

sung jinwoo is super introverted and literally so oblivious to anyone liking him so it'll take a while before the two of you get together

but when you do it'll be sooooo good. so so good.

jinwoo is terrible at communicating his feelings, and he will struggle to show you that he loves you at first

so you will be the one saying "i love you" first

his love languages would be acts of service, physical touch and quality time because this man seriously needs a hug but also loves doing things for you

he likes his space and alone time, but he would love to be in the same room together while the two of you do your own thing.

he'd be surprisingly really good at cooking because he's super detail-oriented and attentive

that also applies to your feelings, if you're feeling a certain way, he'll catch on instantly

but he won't really know what to do, he's pretty cold sometimes so he's not great at comforting people.

terrible texter. he texts like my dad. "ok", "👍" he's just super dry and doesn't feel the need to say more than he has to over text.

very blunt and honest, if you need advice he'll never sugarcoat. he'll tell you how things are straight up, even it it's the last thing you want to hear. he's a very no bullshit kind of guy.

arguments with jinwoo would actually be the worst. he hates being wrong and will argue until you give in and agree that he's right. he'll also fuck you while arguing to really drive the point home.

possessive. so possessive. will never let anything bad happen to you, and likes knowing that you are only his.

on that note, he also gets really jealous. but he won't make it obvious in public. however you will pay for making him feel that way later when you get home.

i imagine he looooves having his hair played with.

and just loves feeling taken care of in general. he's always taking care of everyone else that the feeling of having someone take care of him is so new but so intoxicating to him.

hates pda. he thinks that shit has a time and place (and i mean he ain't wrong) the most he will do is wrap an arm around your waist in a crowded area

but in the car? hand GLUED to your thigh. at home? always touching you or coming by to give you a kiss.

speaking of cars, he'd be a really good driver. but why have a car when you have kaisel.

BUT when jinwoo is being a normal member of society (aka not getting around on a literal shadow wyvern) hear me out, he would totally ride a motorcycle.

omg can you imagine riding on the back of it with him, the wind blowing against you while you tightly wrap your arms around his waist to hold on. fuck.

really hates valentine's day (he thinks it's stupid and a waste of time)

but that doesn't mean he still won't go all out for you and buy you flowers, chocolate, a huge teddy bear and fucking pink and red heart shaped balloons (he's so extra)

also hates his birthday, to him it's just any other day. that's when you have to come together with beru and igris and plan something out to make this man feel special.

fav season would definitely be fall or winter. he seems like someone who would despise the heat.

really annoying when he's sick. he'll pretend like he's fine and then he will act like he's dying. (he secretly just wants someone other than beru to take care of him)

forehead kisses. he loves to kiss you on your forehead, it's one of his favourite ways to show intimacy.

also gives really good hugs. he just has a really comforting aura (at least to you. others would likely disagree.)

really likes seeing you wear his clothes, particularly his hoodies. or when you sleep in his t-shirts. drives him absolutely mad.

has really good hygiene. i imagine he always smells really good.

with that, he's also a clean freak, and really hates making a mess and will get mad at you if you leave your clothes on the floor.

not a huge fan of pet names but will mostly stick to calling you "baby", "my love" when he's fucking you in missionary late at night, or "kitten" when he's feeling playful.

he's a cat person. i don't make the rules.

huge fan of the rain. he loves rainy days because they're an excuse to relax and lay in bed all day with you. and fuck.

hear me out, he would definitely be a reader. i can picture him enjoying a nice rainy afternoon with a good book. (anything to not socialize with other humans)

NOT a morning person. he likes to sleep in if he has nothing to do that day.

on that note he's a very light sleeper and has trouble falling asleep. so when he does u better not wake him tf up.

super competitive. if you're playing any games or making any bets with this man, best of luck to you. he will do anything to win.

lowkey a gamer. he's got a nice, expensive setup and he likes playing video games. especially when you're sitting on his lap while he plays.

hates being in pictures. good luck getting this man to smile in a photo.

stares at you a lot? (kinda creepy ngl) but he just really likes looking at you

now lets discuss the sex:

realistically he wouldn't be very experienced because this guy spent all his time in gates instead of talking to women.

but ofc its sung jinwoo so he'll be instantly good at anything he does

very respectful towards you overall

i imagine he's actually pretty vanilla, at least at first because he hasn't had many opportunities to explore kinks

unless he's mad. then ur getting it babe. and ur getting it good.

he will push your head into the sheets and take his anger out on you, pounding into you mercilessly while whispering dirty, degrading things into your ear.

"act like a bitch, get fucked like one" attitude when he's mad.

he's not very vocal himself but looooves to hear you make noise

lowkey size kink cuz hes tall af (6'3 i think?)

despite being kind of vanilla and abit of a clean freak this man gets filthy with you when then two of you fuck.

really likes cum play. and oral sex. he will spend hours eating you out like there's no tomorrow. he also loves getting head.

like i said he's not very vocal but if you give this man a blow job. whew. he will make the hottest sounds you'd ever hear coming out of a mans mouth. can you imagine him breathing heavily, his voice all raspy saying "fuck baby keep going, just like that" while he grabs your hair, choking you on his cock. bye.

and licking. holy shit. once he starts he wont stop. he will lick you from ass to clit. no questions asked.

really likes edging you— "what was that baby? i couldn't hear you" he'd mumble against the sensitive skin surrounding your clit after eating you out for a whole hour, pushing you so close to the edge but denying you your sweet release. by this point you're panting, tears are prickling the corners of your eyes and you've become completely incoherent. "p-please jinwoo. p-please ah, i need to c-cum" you'd utter, taking all of your energy to form that one simple sentence while tugging on his messy hair. "mmm kitten i know. but i'm not done. you just taste soo good" he'd mutter drunkenly in response and continue licking and sucking you until you've quite literally lost your damn mind.

hes so pussy drunk omfg

dacryphilia. really likes seeing you cry from his edging or overstim during sex

"you're mine. only mine". constantly whispering this in your ear while you fuck. (like i said, the man is possessive)

has the prettiest cock (just like him). not wide but he makes up for that shit in LENGTH. def above average length. good luck fitting that shit all the way in (if u say u can't he'll make u)

one word: fingering. yeah. those long, slender fingers will be exploring every inch of your clit and pussy. and you'll be loving every second of it.

loves to cum together. he's a big fan of creampies.

big handcuff enthusiast. likes to see you struggle.

his favourite position would be missionary. like i said, he loves looking at you and hearing the noises you make. missionary is ideal for him.

very big fan of shower sex. something about getting home after a long day and having a good fuck in the shower is so appealing to him.

"good girl" yeah mhm. he'd say this. a lot.

praises. these will be rare with jinwoo and you'll really have to earn it but he will praise you so good when you do.

ass > boobs. like i said, i don't make the rules babe.

© @blessedmisery 2025.

[crazy4okkotsu]

pairing: virgin!jinwoo x f! reader

CW: smut mdni , loss of virginity , choking , unprotected sex, & creampie. NOT proofread.

WC: 298

this was made at 2am because me & @700bussin were bored.

jinwoo has never truly had the full sexual experience. i mean yeah, of course he always looks absolutely flawless and he’s always gotten close to it, but somehow something has always stopped him…but this time is different though.

this time he had someone under him—

you.

jinwoo groans loudly as he pounds your soaking cunt, he’s been talking to himself the whole time but you’re too high off his cock to listen. “this gives me so much xp…and it feels so fucking amazing…” He keeps fucking you harder and deeper, too busy rambling about ‘xp’ to notice how much of a mess he’s making out of you. it’s not like you care though, his dick is too good for you to focus on anything else. To say he was a virgin, he sure knew what he wanted because he grabbed you by your neck, choking you roughly while ravaging your slick walls.

you tighten around him, earning a breathy moan. “f-fuck, m’almost there…” he mumbles as he tightens his grip on your throat and keeps fucking you with no signs of stopping, even after you’ve already came twice.

you feel his thick cock somehow get even bigger. you moan loudly at the feel of him stretching you out to almost impossible lengths, your cries echoing in the room. “i want your cum s’bad…” you barely manage to utter the simple words with how cock drunk you were. and just as the words left your lips, he becomes a twitching mess and you feel hot, sticky cum flow into your aching walls. jinwoo pants into your ear as his thick cock softens inside of you. you can barely even move because of the rough fucking he gave you and the only thing you hear from him is…

“Full recovery.”

[gojoidyll]

+18, smut, oral male receiving

E-Rank Hunter!Jinwoo who doesn't know what to do with his hands when your on your knees for him. The second your mouth is wrapped around his hardened cock he first puts his hands on his thighs, then he grips the bedsheets, but he then decides to grab on your shoulders. Though, he felt that one was too awkward so he rested them on his thighs again. All the while you were taking him down your throat and simply enjoying how he felt in your mouth. Your boyfriend was too cute!

OR

S-Rank Hunter!Jinwoo who knows exactly where to put his hands. One hand is gripping the bedsheets and the other his on the back of your head, his fingers tangled in your hair as he guided you along his hardened cock. And unlike from when he was an e-rank hunter he was a little less vocal before but he still let you know you were making him feel good. You boyfriend was just too hot!

[queenendless]

Putting something out on the 12th. After that though ...

[cocomanga]

A Hunters' Interest ~ Ch.01

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader,

CW: Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Oral, Unprotected Sex, Edging, Aggressive Sex, Overstimulation,

Note: please block me if my work is not your cup-o-tea. I do not own any of the character art

WC : 6.5K

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My very first fanfic!💙 As an introduction, I'm very happy with it! (though I've made a ton of edits since, and will do more if necessary!) EnJOY!

Synopsis: Hunter Sung Jinwoo sees someone he likes. His pursuit of her hits a bit of a wall until she forces him to take things a little further.

Author's Note: I've been toying with the idea of extending this story for a while. Its also gotten far more attention than all my other fics on AO3🥰. And since more people are reading it here, I insist that it be improved. So many people are loving Jinwoo now, so I decided to make good on my promise to myself to continue. I appreciate everyone who liked this little fic from the beginning, but I'm gonna do my best going forward to make it as great as I can get it!

..... Minors: You have no business here. Love you, but please don't ....

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Chapter .01

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It's way too damn hot out here. You whined to yourself as you exited your vehicle that had zero time to cool by the air conditioning.

You'd hoped it would relieve you of the sweltering heat you endured on the way to your destination. Your legs and back were quite warm from the seat that had soaked up so much of the sun as the temperature held steady at 95° all day.

You wrapped your laptop firmly in your arm, holding it up by your hand, noticing that it also had gone hot. “Ugh... Can't wait to get inside.” You muttered, the cooked car door singeing your fingers as you closed it.

Somehow you never managed to be one of those perfectly organized people who didn’t to struggle when getting out of the car... or doing anything for that matter. Your inherent clumsiness sometimes felt like a bit of a burden, but it was what it was.

You fumble to open the cafe door as your books nearly slide out of your arms, welcomed by the pleasantly cool greeting of air conditioning. “Haah” you breathed, almost too loudly as you entered the safe haven.

You stood at the door, scanning the place for a window seat, hoping for one that wasn't being pierced through with beating sunlight. At first glance, you noticed there weren’t many people present which was great. It meant you didn’t have to wait long for your iced Caramel Frappuccino and water.

You spot a small table in the corner, which would grant you some semblance of privacy as you worked, though it wouldn’t be as quiet as you'd hoped since news reels were so important these days.

This business kept its mounted flat screen on at all times.

You stagger over as you consider the size of the cool beverage you’re looking forward to, as you hear the news reporting the opening of yet another gate.

You drop all your stuff on the table, glancing at the screen long enough to hear that your route home had been obstructed. Apparently, it was a “D”, and could be cleared relatively sooner than others, but would still cause delays for you, regardless.

“Looks like I may as well order dinner” ... you audibly utter to yourself as you frown at the screen and take a seat.

One of your favorite baristas comes over to take your order for you, and offers to bring your drink, but a larger size.

“Thank you.” You mutter softly as she set it down gently at your table. You take a sip, and its delicious; cold, frothy and sweet, so flavorful that you closed your eyes as you allowed it to soothe your seemingly overheated insides, satisfaction spreading across your face as you relished the experience.

As your eyes slowly open, they meet the gaze of a man sitting at a table directly across from yours on the other side of the room. Your head tilts slightly to the right as your lids fall into a squint and you notice he's watching you intently.

He was tall. Very tall. You could tell even from where you were sitting. 6'4” maybe? You scanned your area, wondering if perhaps his eyes were meant to capture the attention of someone else.

He smirks, fixated, watching you shift nervously in your seat as your eyebrows furrowed yet you flash a small smile. He had jet black hair, tanned skin, and an absolutely beautiful face.

You practically gasp, reflexively looking back down to your laptop you had only just opened.

Does he know me?

You wondered, unable to make yourself as comfortable as you were before realizing you were his entertainment.

After what seemed a full minute, you hesitantly glance back up, presuming surely he may have been distracted by someone or something else by now...

Nope... not so much. You realize, averting your gaze back to your laptop.

His large dark eyes remained locked your direction as he now sat with both elbows on the table, one hand positioned at the corner of his mouth, his slender index finger pressing a dent into his lip.

You avert your eyes, immediately regretting looking back his direction as you feel blood rushing to your cheeks. Tch, I hope he didn’t notice that, You thought as you reach for your pen, fumbling ice water all over the table.

“Agh!! shit!” you muttered, scrambling to rescue your laptop from the disaster area. You get up from the table, holding it in one arm as you hear footsteps approaching.

“Could I offer some help?” a kind voice offers as you work to get your shit together.

You immediately suspect who it is as you glance up, noticing he's no longer at his table. Your eyes travel upward, seemingly forever before they reached his face, which turned out to be even more beautiful up close.

“Uh…” you huff, shaking your head as you flash him an nervous smile. “Thanks.”

“Of course”. He says, having already managed to grab towels. He wipes up most of the icy water, scooping the cubes into his large hands as you keep your laptop safe. “Is everything ok?” he questioned with a blindingly beautiful smile. “Looks like you saved it,” nodding toward your computer.

“Oh...” you reply as you look down at it, catching it just before it slipped from your hand. “y-yeah… thank God. Heh… sorry for the trouble”.

“No trouble.” He interrupts, shaking his head, his beautiful, dark, gently hooded eyes piercing straight through you as a mix of amusement and intrigue gloss over them, and a smile curls into the corners of his mouth. “None at all. It's my pleasure”.

So handsome.

You could feel your face flush and practically paint itself red as you look away with a soft huff, trying hard to keep your smile small.

His grin remained plastered on his face for a moment, before he was abruptly distracted by something outside, then his attention shifts quickly to the report on TV:

“Breaking news: the most current D gate has just been reported to have gone RED. I repeat, the D gate, obstructing Broadway and Ash streets has just been reported to have gone RED. We are asking that all citizens avoid these streets at all costs until it has been confirmed cleared. RED gates pose an even greater risk, so we're requesting that any B+ Hunters in the area, not currently working active gates, please report to your guilds for further instructions…”

The man's smile morphed into a glower as he stared intently at the flat screen. As the barista clears the last remnants of water from the table, you notice a faint gleam of colored light shining down on the table suddenly as you sit.

You look around for the source, startled to realize it's coming directly from his eyes. His iris glowed a bright blue hue with a dark outline. You gawked at him, stunned as he quickly grabbed a pen from your table, scratched a number and name down, then glanced back up at you:

“Call me in about 3 hours?”

You huffed, “Y-yeah...” as he disappears through the café doors.

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It took merely 2 hours to clear the gate. A RED gate. Thats how long it typically took to round up hunters, recruit and process them on assignment and get them to the site. Plus, didnt they say they needed hunters above B rank? But the job is done, so... you figured there was really no reason to concern yourself with the details.

Law enforcement, along with some hunters had also cleared the streets, and you were finally on your way home. At this point it was around eight thirty pm and the sun had retreated completely. It had been terribly draining, and all you could think about was how wonderful your bath would feel.

You made it to your place, and as you unloaded all of your things at the kitchen counter on your way in, you grabbed the paper from your bag that was left by the man. “Sung Jinwoo #777-XXX-XXXX.”

“Hmmm…” you hummed, thinking of that beautiful smile that was etched into your memory. He was just so stunning. Yet very familiar. You wondered where you had seen him before. Of course he was a hunter, but you hadn’t pinpointed from where.

The sound of his low voice vibrating in your ear was even more difficult to shake. So you figured you’d take your phone with you to the bath and call him from there. The sound of his voice would only make your wind down ritual even more relaxing. It’s not like he'd know.

As the hot water and frothy bubbles filled the tub, you removed your clothes and stepped in. You grabbed your phone and took a deep breath, relaxing your nerves before dialing the number.

“I’m glad you called” he answered. His voice was even deeper and more sensual over the phone. Looks like you were right.

“U-um… do you know who –?”

“Yup. Venti Caramel Frappuccino, ice water, and a saved laptop?

You chuckled, “Yeeaahh…”

“I had to leave so… I didn’t get the opportunity to catch your name… sorry about that by the way.”

“Oh… it’s cool … Jinwoo right?” you started as you introduced yourself. “Nice to officially meet you.”

“S’nice to meet you, too.”

You couldn’t help but smile as the sound of his voice seemed to vibrate throughout the room, shaking your very core. You leaned your head back on the edge of the tub and closed your eyes. ‘Please dont stop talking’... is what you wanted to say.

“You busy? ... If so, we can talk later.” he asked.

“Hmm... no... um... I'm just relaxing. Today was quite the day for me”. You replied as you attempted to keep your little splashes quiet.

“Oh yeah? You wanna tell me about it?” His sweet voice actually made him sound genuinely concerned. A warm smile presses into your cheek as you note his sincerity.

“Maybe some other time. I'm just glad to be home in my element.”

“I get that. What do you do to relax?”

“You know, just ... have a drink, Netflix and chill...”

“Hmmm” He’s silent for a beat before he asks, “That room sounds hollow... Are you in the bath?”

“You flinch as your eyes widened, “How do you know that?” you say with a nervous giggle.

“Heh, my sensory input is kinda high. It's a thing.”

“Really?” You reply, as you suddenly recalled that he’s a hunter. And likely one of high rank if he had anything to do with that gate closing. “That reminds me... Did you work the red gate today?”

“Yeah, I did...”

“And you're okay?” You ask with a tinge of concern in your voice. “Everyone's ok?”

“Uh... yeah. No casualties.” That was the first time you'd heard anything but complete confidence in his voice.

“Thats good to hear...” you replied, pausing to process the info. “I'm curious about you, Jinwoo. you seem to be quite the interesting guy.”

He chuckles ... “I certainly hope so, I hope to keep your attention.”

“And why is that, may I ask?”

“I find you very beautiful.” He says with a huff, and smile that you could actually hear. “A little clumsy, but beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You replied shyly, returning the smile.

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Jinwoo came by twice a week, faithfully. You could almost set your watch to him. And you were always happy to see him. You’d been dating for seven months now and absolutely loved his company.

He’s so beautiful. And … not your average beautiful. Almost ridiculously so. Overwhelming like the sugar in the candy you ate as a child.

However, at this point he seems ... too good? Or... just not as affectionate as you'd like. You'd get close to him, kissing, making out, or whatever, and he'd pull away when things heat up. Every time.

You started to wonder if you should question his level of attraction to you. He’s on his way over in a few minutes though, so… you figured now is as good a time as any to bring it up, right?

Usually, when he planned your dates, you'd go to public places like parks, museums, restaurants, even the gym and a couple sporting events. But you were sure to request something a little more intimate this time. 

This time, you won’t leave the house.

You had the home field advantage. Complete privacy, and full autonomy, hopefully, to communicate exactly the way you choose.

Let tonight be the night, please...

He'd be there soon. He's always on time. And you'll be ready.

After slamming another shot, you lit your handmade candles, noticing how differently the shadows in the house seemed to move. Or... maybe it was just the alcohol.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the doorbell ring. Ok... you’ve got this...

You gave yourself a moment, took a deep breath and opened the door. Behind it was his tall, slender figure in a black designer tee and dark blue denim. His beautifully chiseled muscles peeked out from his sleeves and v-neck and the bottom of his tee tapered in a touch, draped perfectly from his chest to his waist.

Your eyes travel up to his face, where his jet-black hair brushed against his eyebrows hovering above his dark eyes, the cut framing it perfectly.

As he looked at you, scanning your silhouette, you notice the blue light peeking from behind his eyes, his jaw slightly clenched as he took a deep breath before uttering a deep and mildly raspy “Hey”. His fist tightened around the strap of the bag  that held with the food he planned to cook.

You’re nearly rendered speechless, but gasp at the sight of him, and manage to utter, “Come on in sweetheart” with a blushing smile.

How can he look so damn good in jeans and a tee shirt?

He saunters in, smirking, his eyes fixated on your exposed legs stretching out from your little black dress as he enters. He finally turns and scans the room, taking in the vibe. “It feels and smells amazing in here”.

“Thank you” you say, with a warm smile, your head tilted to the side playfully.

Jinwoo, seemingly unable to break his gaze from you, forces another deep breath, then turns and heads for the kitchen. You notice the abrupt shift in energy, but decided it'd be addressed soon enough.

Everything was delicious. He prepared Bibimbap and Gimbap, at your request, complete with some top-shelf soju. Once your taste buds were sufficiently satiated, and you praised him for his stellar culinary skills, you made your way over to the living room to relax on the couch with a glass.

You notice and, as expected, he sits a little farther away from you than desired. You bite your lip at the thought rolling around in your head that, obviously, you're going to have to make some kind of move to get what you want.

All you could think about was being closer to him.

The comfort of this atmosphere, his immense presence... He was so wonderful inside and out. You wanted to feel more of him. In every way possible.

You get up to top off your glass and reposition yourself strategically closer to him as you sit back down, curling your legs and feet up on the couch.

“Are you gonna have another one?” you ask, as you observe his obvious level of discomfort.

“Well, I can taste it but… I burn off the alcohol pretty quickly.”

“Really?” you were hoping the liquor would relax him a bit more.

“Yeah. Like… immediately.” He scoffs in disappointment.

“Damn.” you giggle… “Well, that’s no fun.”

“Yeah” He looks at you and chuckles, blushing slightly. “You look beautiful.” He says, changing the subject as he scans your body again, resting his head on the back of the couch.

“Thank you.” your voice faintly above a whisper as your gaze travels up to his, hoping he’ll read your nonverbal communication correctly.

He does, grabbing your glass to place it on the table, then leaning in for a kiss. On impact, his soft lips touching yours sends what felt like a surge of electricity through your body. His hand laid gently on the side of your neck, sending shivers up your spine.

You guide his mouth open with yours, making it easier for you to purse your lips around his bottom lip as you kiss it softly. The intensity builds, your temperature rising as you lift your hands to wrap them around his neck, running your fingers from his nape along his collarbone. Your tongue begins to make its way into his mou–

He breaks the kiss. “Um…” he leans back, squeezing his eyes together, then looking away “… I’m uh... I'm sure you need your rest, so… I’ll let you get some” he mutters nervously and gets up from the couch.

“What? No!…” you jump up from your spot on the couch, obviously frustrated, and eager to stop him… you actually had to work to keep your tone and your demeanor calm. “You're leaving? Why?”

“I just…” he shakes his head “I don’t want to rush things…” he looks around for his bag.

You stand there, confused and a little shocked. “Jinwoo…” you hurry over to stand directly in front of him. “What’s up? I don’t want you to go. Stay with me tonight.”

He tilts his head to the side, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, his forehead wrinkling in frustration “I really want to… but…” shaking his head.

“But what? ... what is it?” you look up at him from the top of your 5”4' stature with a genuine look of concern on your face. “Talk to me.” You pause for a moment and swallow hard before muttering “I mean... are you...” You looked around as if for some route to not be disappointed if that was the case. “not … truly attracted to me… or?”

“God, no!”

Your eyes widen as shock washes over your face.

“I mean – that’s not it. You’re gorgeous. I just…” he pauses and rolls his eyes before taking another deep breath. “I… don’t wanna … hurt you.” he winces at his own comment.

“What? … What does that mean?” You stand there gawking at him, still confused. “You won’t hurt me Jinwoo… I’m a big girl I can take it... whatever it is...?”

Jinwoo raises his eyebrows and tilts his head as he squints… “Well… that’s...” he looks down at you as you search for clarity in his eyes. “I gotta take it slow. I can be a little much for some people to deal with.”

“Some ... people?” you smirk, “Well... I think I should be allowed to decide what I wanna deal with, right?” your concerned gaze locked on to his dark eyes.

He draws even closer to you, slowly. “I like you. a LOT. I want to keep seeing you for as long as possible. I don’t want anything getting in the way of that.”

You squint in confusion, trying to understand what his concern is about. “Jinwoo, spit it out.” you quip, annoyed.

His hands glide around to the small of your back, fingers curving to grip your waist. You gasp as he presses you firmly against him. Already, he was as stiff as a board, and ... huge.

Your eyes widen as you look up at his face to see a smirk forming across his pretty lips. His gaze now glowed blue behind his hooded eyes. He was obviously excited. And now you were, too.

“Are you sure about this? We can wait.” His stiff bulge and lusty gaze betraying his words.

You smirk … “I want what's mine”.

He picks you up in one motion off the ground and carries you 20 feet past the couch to your bed, tossing you down on the mattress.

He smiles that beautiful smile, his gaze now accompanied by a grin. “As you wish”. He crawls up to your position on your king bed, straddling your figure, hovering for a kiss as you lean against the headboard.

This kiss felt much more relaxed, more intense. More... passionate. His tongue finds yours and dances gracefully across it as he tastes you. “Mmhh” he groans, relieved to have finally reached this point, as his desire had more than grown strong to be close to you as much as you desired to be close to him.

For you, the excitement of finally being here, began to completely consume you as he held the hem of your dress, slowly sliding his large hands upward, tracing your voluptuous curves as he pulled it off and over your head. He tosses it to the floor as his eyes scan your body.

“Just beautiful.” He murmurs as his eyes slowly flick up toward yours. “Did you wear this for me?” He whispers, his bottom lip disappearing into his mouth as he tugged at the strap of your pretty black lace panties, and his gaze grew hungrier by the second.

You became more excited and curious about what he’s capable of as you watch him practically drooling at the sight of you.

He leans in and buries his head between your breasts, inhaling, savoring the scent of you. He flicks out his tongue, licking and sucking as if he'd ultimately consume you.

His fingers curl tightly around the lining of your bra as he pulls it over your right breast, revealing your hardened nipple. His lips purse around your soft flesh as his tongue orbits around it flicking it back and forth just before it disappears into his mouth.

He finds the edge of your panties again, and slides his thumb under the hem, pushing them to the side, granting himself access.

“Hmph…You're so wet.” He moans, the pads of his fingers finally gliding freely across your slick, the sensation stimulating, piercing you from your sex straight to your head. You thought you'd lose your mind as you'd waited so long to feel him touch you this way.

Jinwoo worked one more slow, circular motion before he slipped his two middle fingers halfway inside you with ease. He pumped them in and out of your entrance slowly as his thumb massaged your clit.

You pressed your hips forward, against his hand, begging for more friction. Your temperature rose even higher, your overwhelming desire taking over your body as if it had a mind of its own.

As your reactions and moans drew his attention, he lifted his face from your chest, eyes now glowing bright blue. His long fingers moved faster now pressing in even deeper as he watched you grasp the headboard behind you, your expression pained as you squirmed under his touch.

His brow furrowed as he took you in, “So pretty...” he groaned, as he continued lubricating his digits with your slick, growing more anxious by the second as he dipped his face to bury it back into your chest.

His eyes screwed shut, his bulging cock pressing against his jeans, begging for release from its confines as his hot breath wafted over your sensitive skin...

His deep voice sent a fierce vibration through you… “Cum for me baby.” he quietly requested as his fingers moved deeper, slowly and deliberately against your walls, the pad of his slickened thumb gliding unhurriedly over your clit.

His voice... His touch... His words... you were almost embarrassed at how overwhelmed you'd become as you clenched even harder, your moans echoing throughout your apartment. You pressed your thighs together, trapping his hand between them.

Heat surged in your core as you arched your back against him. You reach down, gripping his wrist as it nestled between your legs and you felt the muscles in his arm flex as he pressed his fingers inside you to the knuckle ... your hips rocked uncontrollably back and forth, riding his hand.

“Aaa~ahh!!” You moaned as your body quivered for what felt like a full minute and your orgasm ripped through you, Jin's eyes burning with need as he watched.

You catch your breath, your hand still clasping Jinwoo's wrist as you trembled, turning toward his face as your breaths hitched and you floated in the afterglow.

He raises his cum soaked hand to his mouth, his tongue flicking out between his fingers. “Good girl.” he grins, peering through his lusty, fiery eyes as one corner of his lips curled upwards.

Your eyes widen as your heart thumped, breaths deep and slow as you gazed at him. You'd never seen him like this but knew it was exactly what you wanted. He had a dark confidence in him that you’d never seen until now, one that bordered on intimidating.

A shudder rushes through your body as your gaze remained locked on his sly grin, the yearning inside you to hear him speak those words again, so intense, it gave you pause.

He shifts his large body, positioning himself between your legs, never breaking his gaze. “You're so sensitive... I like that.” he says as he grips each of your calves in each hand, pulling you toward him, causing you to lay flat on your back.

He chuckles teasingly as he pulls of his tee, exposing his chiseled torso. He lowers his body to the bed as his eyes send their blue hue throughout the dimly lit room, appearing both mildly terrifying and tremendously sexy, the juxtaposition making your head spin.

He wraps his muscular arms around each of your legs as they draped his shoulders, securing them into place as his hand rested on your lower abs, perfectly positioned to allow his thumb access to your clit.

He slowly massages your sensitive bud as he flashes a sultry gaze, sticking his tongue out, then licking your hot sex, slowly, from hole to hood over your soaked lace panties.

The fabric was inadequate at best, providing zero refuge as his tongue rolled softly, yet relentlessly around, teasing your most sensitive area. You couldn't contain the effect of the stimulation, your body jerking as you pressed your head into the pillows, gripping the sheets anywhere you could as the most sensual moans escape your lips.

Jinwoo grunts deeply, sucking at your sopping wet core as the mixture of his saliva and your arousal continued to leak on to the bed. His strong arm held your legs captive in their position, granting him full reign to do exactly as he pleased.

His left hand curls around the hem of your soaked panties as he grips them, sliding them to the side as he presses his mouth to your now exposed clit.

His hot, wet tongue slid up and down your fleshy folds, softly yet aggressively kissing your sensitive nub as he reached the top at each pass. He flattened his tongue against your sex sliding it down as he opened his mouth, then plunged it deep into your hole as his sultry voice groaned against you.

Jinwoo's movements became more aggressive as his tongue fucks in and out of your core repeatedly. He gazed up darkly from between your legs, getting high on the view of you as you writhed in ecstasy. He reaches up, gripping your breasts as you peaked, pinching your sensitive nipples ...

“Ngh! ~ Jinwoo please!”... you wailed out as you trembled and convulsed, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as yet another release takes you, your body arching into his mouth.

With a finishing wet kiss to your throbbing bud, Jinwoo gazed at you and your flushed cheeks, licking his lips, so very pleased with himself.

“Wow. look at you...” he purrs, “You're shaking, luv.” smirking as he wiped the corner of his mouth with is thumb. “I wanna see more...” he coaxes, kissing your quivering inner thighs, your chest heaving as your body trembled deeply from your orgasm and the sound of his beautiful voice.

He leans into you, kissing your chest again as he looks into your eyes, then plants soft kisses to your lips, the taste of your arousal lingering on his tongue. “Commere”. He asks, as the cloudy haze threatens to never clear from your mind.

Jinwoo lifts himself from your body, and yours follows like a magnet, sitting up on your knees at his command, your eyes looking up at him as a servant awaiting further instruction.

He grabbed your neck gently, his fingers almost wrapping completely around it as he tilted your head upward kissing you again, passionately, his tongue dipping into your warm mouth then finishing by sucking your bottom lip with a soft smack.

His voice then floated past your ears like velvet. “Take off my jeans”.

You obediently reached up to do as you were told. Your hands curling and tugging at his leather belt. They seemed to have a mind of their own as they glided slowly down to his bulge, squeezing it gently as it was shrouded by his jeans. He was rock hard.

You noticed that familiar blue become brighter, glowing on your hands as you toyed with his hard length.

Hearts pulsed into your pupils as you wrapped your hands around his waist pulling him closer, kissing his solid abs, sliding your tongue around in intervals as looks down at you lovingly and his long fingers glide through your hair.

You pulled down his jeans and reached past his boxers, pulling his big, hot, throbbing member free as you gripped it in your hands and your eyes grew wide. You slowly lifted your gazed up toward him as you swallowed thickly. He wasn’t kidding. He was quite large, and extremely intimidating. But you were more than happy to accept the challenge.

The expression on his face grew more pained as you lean in and your wet tongue slowly flicks out, licking him from base to tip. Guttural moans escaped his lips as his arousal intensified.

You curled your lips around the head, sliding him into your mouth as far as possible, coaxing more precum to cover your tongue as it massaged his veiny length and your head pressed down onto him.

Squeezing your lips around the shaft, sucking on the way up, you were overwhelmed with both his taste, and the desire to please him, humming against his length, the vibration sending shivers up his spine.

He threw his head back as his eyes screwed shut... “ha~ah so good... that’s it, baby” his moans hypnotic as he became putty in your hands. You wanted him to cum hard. His fingers slid around your scalp as he massaged your head, then gripped your hair firmly as his body trembled under your touch and his hips bucked forward.

You bobbed your head in smooth, steady motions as he rolled his hips, sinking himself deeper into your throat. His hands now fisted into your hair as he thrusted carefully, his needy urge rising up inside him, becoming more prevalent in his movements.

Your hands moved quickly now up and down his throbbing shaft as you stroked and squeezed, your lips wrapped firmly around the head, your cheeks caving inward as you sucked, begging for his release.

His dick pressed against your throat as you made eye contact, gagging slightly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He shuddered at the sight of you, as you open your mouth wide, his cock twitching on your tongue just before the head disappeared back into your mouth.

Jinwoo’s brow furrowed as he huffed, his chest rising and falling from deep breaths as you tease him. He was close, his hips thrusting forward as you helped him slowly fuck your face with his enormous cock. “Aaaghh shit! .... baby I'm gonna cum!”

You feel him tug your head away, but you pressed in further, sucking harder, saliva coating your mouth, your hands, and his cock, as you completely ignored his warning. Your face buried in his groin made your smile invisible as you hummed against his veiny member, waiting for the reward for all your hard work. “mhmm!”

Jinwoo grunted, “...ha~aah... I'm coming!”

You stayed locked in place, as his large body trembled. He threw his head back, his grip tightening even more on your head as he released hot, milky, thick ropes of cum deep into your mouth.

The warm sensation coated you on its way down, mirrored by the wetness now dripping down your legs. You lift your head up slowly as the last that hadn't made its way past your throat trickled from your lips, and down his still very hard member.

The look on this face was priceless. His mouth gaped open as he panted, pupils dilated, his face painted red with a beautiful mixture of obsession and unadulterated lust.

Jinwoo grabbed your head gently, leaning in to press his lips into yours. “Such a good girl.” he spoke into your mouth as he kissed and sucked at your swollen pink lips.

He pulled your head to lean you back onto the bed as he leaned forward, crawling toward you as a beast to prey as you slid back toward the headboard.

He moved to remove your bra and panties, sliding his large hands up from your belly to squeeze each of your breasts, covering them almost completely. He rolled your nipples on the pads of his thumbs, leaning in to suck each of them before sliding his hands down to grip your waist.

Jinwoo held your waist in one hand as he wet his thumb on his tongue with the other, then rubbed it slowly up and down your sloppy slit. He then carefully slid both of his thumbs inside, eliciting a moan from your voice as he pulled your folds back slightly, leaning in to get a good peek at your wet hole as he licked his lips.

“Fucking beautiful”, he hissed, excited to get inside as you leaked on to the bed. “You're drenched. Did you like sucking me, luv?” he coos as he leers at you with that sly grin you love.

Soft whimpers and moans continue to escape your lips and fill the room as he toys with your pussy. He slides his thumbs up and down your opening, circling your sensitive clit as he watches your body jerk and tremble. “Please Jinwoo” ... you whined, “don’t tease me.”

He hovers his face over yours, basking in your reactions as you writhed, aching for more. “I so love to hear you beg.” he grunts, his hand reaching down to grip his thick, throbbing cock as he slipped the head up and down your folds as your body trembled.

His other hand moves to run his fingers through your hair, as he simultaneously pressed his soft lips to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth as he pressed his cock inside, causing your entire body to clench.

You cried out as you break the kiss to gasp for air. “Mma~aah!” as your thighs weakened around him.

He whispers into your ear, grinning. “You can get it anytime.”

Your breaths hitch as they get caught in your throat behind what should’ve easily been a scream as your core grips him like a vice.

“You're so perfect and so tight” he averts his gaze down at your quivering limbs, then back up to your pretty, pained face with a hiss... “Halfway in luv.”

Your mouth gapes open, releasing pants, “ha~aah... ha~aah...” his body weight and warmth surrounding you as you relish the pleasure of him slowly climbing your tight, gummy walls.

He simpers softly in your ear, teasing... “Awww babe... you gonna cum again?” and with a deep grunt, presses in deeper. “Nnghhh”...

You clench around him fiercely as you release, squirting all over his cock. “Haa-ah! Fuck, Jinwoo!!” you wail as your slick cunt quivers around his sensitive length.

His deep, soft laugh resonates in your ear “Thats my good girl... shit you feel so damn good. Almost there, baby...” he says, pressing deeper into your cervix.

“Damn you, Jinwoo...” You mutter in between breaths, chuckling as your eyes flutter shut, yet another orgasm rising up from your core. Your mouth hangs open as you try to suppress it, focusing on relaxing to receive more of him.

“You ok baby?” Jinwoo coos, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his arm wrapped around your head, the other around your waist, cradling you in a secure embrace as he planted soft kisses on your cheek. “~Haah.... we can stop if you wan –”

“No! ... don’t stop! You interrupted, “d–don’t you fucking dare” you whimper into the air through shallow breaths, “keep going... haaah! I love it, baby”.

Jinwoo looks at you with a leacherous grin, amazed at how well you're taking him. His heart thumped heavily in his chest as his face goes beet red. He closes his eyes and smiles with deep satisfaction as he pulls, then thrusted to the hilt into your sopping wet cunt.

He pulses, throbbing inside... “Mmm~ ah my fucking god...” he moans, unable to move, for fear he'd cum immediately. He groans deeply, waiting for the electricity that seems to be coursing through the both of you to subside before he continued... He pulls out slowly, then back in. ~out... ~in... picking up the pace... a little faster, hitting your spot with every thrust.

“Aaahhhh fuck!” he moans as he drills into you, filling you up more than completely.

You've practically gone silent, unable to speak or think, your arms wrapped under his, gripping and clawing at his broad shoulders as he repeatedly buries his cock into your core. He felt so fucking good.

You'd never had a man fill you to this capacity. He was marking you. Branding you, making you his alone. Intoxicated, you relaxed your muscles even more, widening your legs in response...

Jinwoo continually thrusted his thick dick shamelessly into your core. “Aaah you’re doing so fucking well...” punctuating each hit to your cervix with wet kisses on your cheek and forehead as he praised you. “Mmmh~my sweet girl ~ I'm gonna cum soon, baby”.... he moaned as he grew even harder.

“Ngh~!” you whimpered, shuddering underneath him.

He was fucking you much faster now, the slapping sounds of your sensitive flesh being pounded, your clit taking taps on impact, Your moans grew louder as he lifted his bodyweight from you.

You were both drenched in sweat. He hovered over you now, still throbbing inside, as his hands gripped your arms, making their way up to your neck, resting on your collarbone as they kept your body steady and your head from the headboard as he started again, plunging into your core, again, and again, and again.

He maintained a firm grip on you as his mouth hung open, “So fffucking tight!” ... he breathed, his hips thrusting steadily as he slid his hands down to your breasts, groping and squeezing as they bounced. He moved one hand to your sex, sliding his thumb over your sensitive clit as his other thumb circled your nipple in tandem with his thrusts. He then glided both hands down toward your belly as his fingers curled around your waist, gripping firmly.

He was majestic as he towered over you, giving you pleasure you'd never experienced. “Nnngh... Jinwoo...” you whimpered, the sight of him and the feeling of his hands all over you causing your core to clench even tighter, as tears pooled in your eyes.

He pulled you into him hard with each thrust. His eyes darkened as he pounded himself into you his huge cock sloshing lewdly in your slick, dragging against your gummy walls. “Almost there” he practically growled. “Mmffuuuuck!” Jinwoo peaked as he stretched you, traveling deeper than ever, bullying your womb.

“Fucking yes, Jinwoo!” you whimpered, completely blissed out... lying there letting him... just letting him have it. His dick traveled the entire length of your entrance, hitting your sweet spot with absolute precision.

As far as you were concerned, he could do whatever. He was satiating you, quenching you… you were completely his. His baby, his doll, his opening to do whatever the fuck he wanted to.

You reached up to clutch his forearms, trembling, caressing and feeling his veiny muscles as he strained while gripping you in all the different places. Tears dripped from your eyes as he pounded the life out of you. You were so wet, that the only thing you felt was absolute pleasure as his beautiful and enormous shaft slid deliciously in and out of your sopping heat again and again.

Jinwoo had finally reached his limit ... “I'm coming baby” he huffed, “... cum with daddy luv…”

Daddy?

“~Haaah FUCK!” you wailed as your core clenched for dear life around him. Your entire body spasmed, twitching as you edged. Your eyes rolled back as your head pressed against your plush pillows. Your breath completely emptied from your lungs as it passed your throat and you screamed his name.

You both released together, you, squirting all over his abs and dick, his hands locked on to your waist as spurts of hot cum spilled into your womb.

Jinwoo leaned over you, moaning, breathing heavily, sliding his fingers up through your sweat drenched hair and across your face as he showered you with kisses. He watched you admirably, lying there on your back huffing, as he relaxed his muscles. He reluctantly detached from you, both of you flinching from the sensitivity, just before he plopped down next to you.

You turned toward him, breathless, your hair falling over your face, your smile stretching as you gazed into his satisfied eyes. “That was fucking amazing. Don't ever keep that shit from me again.” You giggled.

He gazed back... chuckling as he basked in the afterglow. His breathing slowed as his broad shoulders turned toward you, his hand reaching over to cup your cheek as he leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips.

“I love you.” He said, punctuating it with his beautiful smile.

In this moment, yet again, his eyes turned from one color to the next, the blue light glowing softly as he whispered through the dark room with enthralling seduction, “... this ... is gonna be fun”.

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SUNG JINWOO ‣ SOLO LEVELING E5: A Pretty Good Deal

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You've Seen the Butcher || Sung Jin-woo Headcanons (18+ MDNI)

Featuring: fluff, smut, and the lingerie he loves most on you

You slowly enter 'Cause you know my room And then you crawl your knees off And then you shake my tomb

A/N: I've been meaning to make a thirst/shameless smut post for this scrumptious man, and his appearance in the last episode finally gave me the push to do it. As always, please be mindful of the content warnings listed below.

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Content warnings: 18+ MDNI, shameless smut, body worship, praise, slight degradation, afab!reader, A-rankhealer!reader, established relationship, feral!Jin-woo

Sets featured (top left to bottom right): 1.) Agent Provocateur | Dianah in leavers lace + crystals | Spring Summer 2024, 2.) I.D. Sarrieri | Venetian Glass in Blue Jeans embroidered tulle + silk, 3.) Dita Von Teese | Victresse in Kingfisher Blue satin + embroidered tulle, 4.) Dita Von Teese | Rosewyn black + green embroidery on tulle + velvet straps + finishes

Dungeons are harsh, unforgiving landscapes devoid of warmth or light. There was no room for error in these dangerous outliers. Even attempting an "easy" raid in a D-rank gate can come at the cost of your life. The double dungeon incident was more than enough proof of that. Due to the unpredictability in their line of work, many hunters simply could not afford the luxury of a love life much less a committed relationship. Sung Jin-woo was one such hunter.

As the man once mocked as being the “weakest hunter of all mankind”, he had more than his fair share of life stressors: a father who's been missing and presumed dead for the last ten years, a sick mother whose hospital bills would’ve totaled in the billions of won if not for the Hunters Association, and being the sole provider for his hardworking and studious little sister. Compound all this by him nearly dying every day and it was easy to see how romance was furthest thing from Jin-woo’s mind.

And then you stepped into his life –

Prior to entering a relationship, you and Jin-woo were fellow hunters who embarked on many of the same raids together. Despite being an A-rank healer, you chose to frequent E- and D-rank gates to render aid to those in need. Many of your peers sneered at your actions deeming them to be beneath a hunter of your caliber. But you paid them no heed. You enjoyed being able to use your mage craft to help others.

You're constantly crossing paths with Jin-woo because of how often he’s injured. He's never left a raid without at least one broken bone, a nasty gash, or some other form of bodily harm. Yet no matter how grievous his wounds are, he’s always coming back to participate in more raids. You can’t help but feel for the young man especially after witnessing his sheer grit and determination. You find Jin-woo's strength of will to be admirable and in your opinion he's far more courageous than most of the A- and S-ranks you’re acquainted with.

You tend to be very hands-on when it comes to healing Jin-woo: cradling his head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair, and speaking in soothing voice to distract him from the pain. He was just so vulnerable like this; you couldn’t help but coddle him. Within the span of a few weeks, you became comfortable enough around Jin-woo to share the intimacies of your life with him. And he did as well. Ironically it’s in a dungeon of all places that a deep emotional connection develops. It isn't long before your mutual friendship progresses into something more.

Unfortunately, the former E-rank was too insecure at the time to act on his feelings. It’s not until he acquires the system and starts leveling up that he becomes confident enough to confess to you. The radiant smile that blossoms across your face and the sensation of your soft lips molding against his has Jin-woo mentally kicking himself for not doing this sooner. He’d only had a small taste but he was already addicted to you.

It's only after he falls in love that Jin-woo discovers his appreciation of lingerie.

He's never given much thought to women’s undergarments before. Sure, the intricate patterns of tulle, silk, and lace appealed to the eye, but Jin-woo much prefers you bared in all your naked glory. To the reawakened hunter there was nothing more gorgeous than the sight of your lush body writhing in ecstasy as he fucks you into oblivion.

Jin-woo absolutely adores fucking you. He just can't get enough of his pretty girl. He'll make you cum repeatedly until your mind melts and you're completely consumed by pleasure. The man revels in your softness, delights in your cute moans and sighs. Hell, he’d spend all of eternity with his head buried between your thighs if you'd let him. Jin-woo wants to drown in you and your perfect little cunt.

Making love to Jin-woo is an otherworldly experience. He's the most selfless and giving partner you've ever had, bar none. Part of this can be attributed to his high perception stat. It enables him to be fully attuned to all your sexual needs and desires. He can even sense when you're ovulating, and it’s at the peak of your fertility when your normally gentle and considerate lover becomes downright insatiable.

Running his calloused hands all over your smooth thighs while he spreads them apart. Grunting rough and low into your ear when he sees just how much of "wet and needy little slut" you are for him. Sinking his deft fingers into the fat of your hips as he bounces you up and down on his cock at a frantic pace. Every delicious drag of his thick cockhead has your eyes rolling back into your skull and pressure continuously mounts in the pit of your stomach. He's hitting all your best spots just right causing you to keen and arch against him. And just as your climax washes over you he silences your cries with his lips, kissing you to completion.

Although he can be incredibly rough with you at times, Jin-woo always ensures you receive an ample amount of body worship and after care. You’re the most cherished person in his life after all. You were there for him when he was at his lowest point. A source of solace in a world filled with violence, deception, and betrayal. How could he not treat you with the utmost reverence?

As you come down from your high, Jin-woo gently caresses your inner thighs with his hands, trailing a path of feather-light kisses from your ankles to your calves and all the way up to your hips. He then brings his face towards your soaked pussy, still puffy and swollen from being ravished earlier. Jin-woo smirks and shoots a smoldering gaze at you.

“Want me to kiss it better, pretty girl?”

Your only response is to stroke his mussed-up hair and push him directly into your cunt. Liquid heat courses through your veins as Jin-woo lavishes attention on your core. You almost tumble off the bed when he abruptly takes your aching clit into his mouth and sucks hard on it. At this rate he’d be making you cum for the sixth time that evening.

Throughout his ministrations a ceaseless stream of praise falls from his lips in between wet smacks and groans.

“You’re doing so good, so fucking good for me sweetheart.”

“You needed this, didn’t you pretty girl? Big strong hands all over your body and that perfect little pussy.”

“You’re gonna cum? Go ahead and cum then, sweetheart. Take what you need, yeah. Take what you fucking need.”

“Mhm –  yeah, that’s it! Cum all over my tongue! Good girl, perfect fucking girl!”

Suffice to say the man is enamored with every last inch of you. The very idea of impeding your mouthwatering curves with flimsy pieces of fabric seems like a crime against nature to Jin-woo.

After a series of particularly grueling raids, Jin-woo wants nothing more than to return home, wash away the day’s frustrations in a hot shower, and fall asleep with you in his arms. You had other ideas, however.

A sudden vibration from his phone catches his attention. When he retrieves the device from his pocket, he's greeted by a text from you with an image attached to it. Shit, he forgot to call or text you as soon as he closed the gate! Jin-woo hadn't been able to stay in contact while traversing through dungeons due to the interference from their magical energy, so he always made sure to reach out to you as soon as he was back. He must've been so tired that it slipped his mind. He'd also been gone longer than he intended to. Dammit, you were probably worried about him...

When he opens your text, he expects you to have sent a short message to check in on him like you usually do in these situations. However, there's only the attached image. The moment Jin-woo takes in what's seeing, he nearly ends up crushing his phone from how hard he was gripping it. The text contained a picture of you, dressed to kill in a royal blue lingerie set. Your body was splayed out provocatively over the king-sized bed you both shared. Jin-woo finds himself at an utter loss for words. You were just stunning, like sex incarnate.

An embroidered bra comprised of tulle and silk cups your supple breasts, accentuating their beauty. The matching garter belt and thong are equally flattering, trailing across the dips and curves of your figure like running water. Kohl rimmed eyes and rouge lips round out your sumptuous appearance, making you even more beguiling. Jin-woo feels as if he's been enraptured by an enchantress; he can’t tear his eyes away from you. Unable to bear being apart from you for another second, he performs a hasty Shadow Exchange with the high orc appointed as your bodyguard.

A coy smile tugs at your lips as you see Jin-woo manifest behind you from the top of your vanity mirror. His timing was impeccable, you had just finished touching up your make up. He all but pounces on you before you even have the chance to turn around. Jin-woo captures your lips in a flurry of hot, open mouthed kisses. His hands grope and wander all over your form, pinching and teasing your nipples through the sheer material of your bra. You moan and tilt your head back, granting him access to the column of your neck. You chuckle breathlessly as he mouths against the tender flesh.

"I take it you liked my surprise for you, huh Jin-woo?"

"Mhm," Jin-woo hums as he leaves a small love bite under your ear, "I loved it. You're the hottest thing I've ever seen, sweetheart. I couldn't last another moment without having my lips on your skin. Fuck, how did I get to be so lucky?"

You wrap your arms around the back of his broad shoulders and lean forward to whisper seductively in his ear.

"It's been so long since I've had you, Jin-woo. Please, don't stop. I need you inside of me."

He pulls his head back, and the look he sends you almost causes your knees to buckle. His eyes have taken on a beautiful amethyst hue and there's a voracious hunger in them. You felt like a rabbit staring into the gaze of a wolf, and it thrilled you. You loved when Jin-woo got like this – completely unhinged and feral for you.

He effortlessly hoists you over his shoulder and tosses you onto the bed like a ragdoll. It knocks the wind out of you, and you can only stare up at him as he begins to remove his shirt, his eyes never once leaving yours. You drink in his appearance as more and more tantalizing skin is revealed. The muscles of his chest and abdomen are drawn taught, and his biceps flex and bulge when they come into view. Your legs spread automatically at the sight, and Jin-woo proceeds to pin you to the bed, unable to control his lust any longer. You feel yourself sinking into the abyss as he has his wicked way with you. Neither of you end up leaving the room for the next three days.

From that point on, Jin-woo made sure to fill your wardrobe with multiple sets of expensive lingerie. He was finally beginning to understand the appeal of an S-rank hunter's exorbitant salary. One would think Jin-woo would be drawn to darker, more mature pieces that matched his tenebrous aura. But his taste in lingerie was very much the polar opposite.

Teal, sky blue, navy blue, and neutral shades of green, beige and white are his favorite colors on you. He's also obsessed with garters, sheer material, and lace. Nothing gets Jin-woo more fired up than seeing his girl all dolled up. You're a goddess in his eyes and you only deserve the best.

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Come Home to Me (2/2)

Read Part 1 here.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo X Female Reader

Genre: Marriage AU, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort

Summary: Your husband notices how worried you are about him going on another raid, so he stays for a bit longer to convince you that no matter what happens in the future, he will come home to you.

Word Count: 8K (I wrote too many banters I'm so sorry)

Content Warnings: Semi-public sex, swearing

“Beru, take my daughter inside. I need to be with my wife. Alone.” 

The sudden solemnity that befell your husband’s face and the way his voice, low and heavy, resonated in the air around you smeared goosebumps upon your skin. His tone carried a breath of possessiveness, imbuing life to the slumbering butterflies within your stomach.

“Certainly, my liege,” came the shadow soldier’s immediate response. Shortly after he performed a deep bow, Beru walked into the house with your daughter held tight in his arms, closing the front door behind him to offer you the freedom to speak what your heart truly felt—except you couldn’t. You were scared for a thousand different reasons.

The sun had sunk low enough below the horizon for the darkness to gather, a stroke of purple hue tinging the vast orange sky, ready to wrap the stars with its velvety quilt. Jinwoo might appear nearly transcendent under the evening sun, but nothing embraced him better than the night’s cloak, a fitting companion to a man who carried the undead within his steps. Standing before him in this quietude, you felt like you slowly returned to your old self. Abashed, nervous, losing your tongue in front of a man so handsome, he made your heart ache.

Jinwoo turned to you, his face unreadable, guarded, but there was undoubtedly a gleam of concern residing in his deep blue eyes. He took a stride toward you, his movement soundless against the marbled floor of your porch, the same way death approached those who wished to harm the only person he could call home. “What is it?” he began in a voice so soft, it was almost zephyr-like. His lean fingers circled your wrist like a bracelet, cool to the touch. “You’ve never looked this perturbed before. Did something happen?”

“No,” your answer—your lie—came almost instantly, flawless to anyone’s ears. “Nothing happened.” Behind your clamped teeth, your mind endlessly screamed the words your tongue was itching to say, a desperate plea you tried to veil with everything you had.

Don’t go, Jinwoo, please, just this one time. I have a terrible feeling about this, and I know I can’t prove to you why, but it’s eating me alive. I feel it stronger today, this fear of losing you, of losing the other half of me. I know you want me to bid my farewell with a smile the way I always do, and I’m trying my best to do it even now, but there’s only so much I can keep to myself. I don’t want to say goodbye to my husband, not knowing if it will be the last time I can see his face. So, please… Please stay… Don’t leave me. Don’t go. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Although these thoughts remained unspoken, in Jinwoo’s eyes, they manifested vividly on your face. But he wished to hear them directly, to see them flow past your lips, so he could capture each sentence and turn them into words of comfort. 

“Sweetheart,” he repeated, his voice tender yet authoritative at the same time. “Don’t make me leave you like this. Don’t make me worry about you more than I already do. Tell me. Tell me so I can help.”

He’s right, you thought. Keeping this from him will only make him worry. He can’t afford to get distracted, not now. But when you still kept your lips pressed tight, trying to collect the words, his two fingers framed your chin, leaving you with no choice but to meet his scrutinizing stare. 

He seemed upset. No, more than that, he looked… angry.

The air seemed to shimmer around him as his emotions slowly climbed to the surface, his gaze darkening as his desire to protect you gripped him like a vice. “Did someone hurt you?” Jinwoo questioned you, his voice a deep rumble, crossing through the nearly infinitesimal space between your lips and his like an impending storm. 

You fidgeted. “N-no—”

He tilted your face higher, not letting you break free from his gaze. “I would be able to tell in a heartbeat if someone laid a hand on you, but if there was something that I didn’t know, some clues that I missed, someone who made you feel even slightly unsafe.” His eyes began to gleam; the shadows beneath his feet trembled in fear in the presence of his restrained rage. “I want their names. Now.”

You gulped. This side of him never failed to make shivers crawl down your spine. Jinwoo had always been so gentle and loving with you that it was easy to forget just how vicious and merciless he could be when his protectiveness over you took form. Your husband had killed for your sake before, more than you could possibly count, and he’d take another hundred lives within a blink of your eyes should you ask him to. 

As you released your shuddering breath, you twined your fingers around his wrist. “No.” You tilted your head to the side just enough for your lips to press a soothing kiss against the blue and red rivers of veins under his pasty skin. “It’s not like that. No threats, nothing. I’m safe.”

Relief washed over him, albeit only faintly. “What is it, then?”

You tarried, trying to mince your phrases as best as you could. “I know you can handle anything,” you only began, yet your voice was already cracking with emotions. “I know that, and I believe in your strength. But I saw you, Jinwoo, just like everybody else. I saw the way your enemy stabbed your heart and tore open your chest. You survived. By some miracle, you did. But the sight of it… It haunts me."

You took a breath before you continued. "I find it impossible to sleep at night when you’re not next to me. My mind keeps drifting back to you no matter what I do, wondering if you were fighting for your life again, trapped in a battle you couldn’t win. Sometimes I look at you and…” You laid your hand above his beating heart, your fingers tracing over it as your eyes grew vacant. “I remember the way the beast’s claws pierced through your chest, right here, all five of them. Your body may have healed, and there are no traces of those wounds left on your skin, not even a scar, but… I can still see them. I’m still scared of them. And I can’t help but think… What if it happens again? What if your luck runs out this time?”

Jinwoo continued to stay mute, listening to you intently as if you were the only voice in the universe. He only reacted once quivers ran through your fingertips, seizing your hand and pressing it harder against his chest, as if to remind you that beneath those translucent scars, his heart still remained the same—still alive, beating, racing, because of you, only for you.

You curled your fingers, still couldn’t wash away the dread. “I know you can’t change who you are,” you continued, your voice laced with tears. “And I know you have no other options but to do your duty, which is why I always try my best not to stop you from leaving. But today, for some reason, I feel anxious. It almost feels the same as how I felt on the day I almost lost you. It’s probably nothing, but… Right now, it’s suffocating me.”

The tension was palpable between you, leaving you to ponder whether you had spoken too much. Perhaps it would’ve been wiser for you not to speak at all. You blinked back your tears, wiping the ones that already crossed the edges with the heel of your palm. You felt mortified for baring your feelings out in the open, for being so theatrical about it. 

“I’m sorry. I’m being so dramatic, aren’t I?” You forced out a laugh; the desire to flee the scene was almost too tempting to refuse. It didn’t help that he hadn’t spoken a word, leaving you shrouded by your own perception of his feelings. Have you upset him? Troubled him? Or maybe even hurt him in some way? Just the thought of it brought more fresh tears to emerge in your eyes. 

“I—” You cast your face to the side. “I should go check on our baby—”

Your husband caught you by your wrist, stopping you before you could escape, his touch firm but far from painful. His eyes were hidden underneath the curtain of his raven strands, but the way he pressed his lips so tautly together, enough for them to grow white, clearly indicated how much he took your words seriously.

“I’m scared, too.” 

His confession, spoken barely above a whisper, left you stunned. Out of all the things you thought he’d say at this moment, that was never one of them.

You pivoted around to face him. “Jin… woo..?”

It took him a moment to compose his words as if he lacked the bravery to come clean, to showcase his vulnerability. It was as if he had spent an eternity trying to keep these words all to himself, fighting back all the intentions to reveal this frail side of him to you, afraid of how you’d react, if he’d sadden you with it.

“I’m terrified, Sweetheart,” he repeated, quiet, almost breathlessly. “Not of death, but leaving you.” The lines of his face were strained, filled with consternation. “I know how it feels to lose those important to me. No matter how strong I get, no matter how hard I try, I still can’t protect everyone. I’ve lost my friends in battles. I’ve lost my father. And I nearly lost my mother and my sister, too. I know exactly how it feels, and it haunts me every day more than you could imagine.” 

His face twisted in sadness, almost in agony at the recollection of the precious lives that slipped through his hands, but that amount of pain felt small in comparison to how he felt when he added, “But you…” His fingertips trailed an invisible path down your cheek. “You and our daughter… You’re beyond that. You’re not just my family; you’re fragments of me. The hardest part of my mission is never about dealing with my enemies. It’s this moment right here, right now, bidding you goodbye and watching you smile back at me with your heart breaking in your eyes, thinking that you’d never get to see me again. You’re constantly on my mind, Sweetheart, every second of every day. And I always worry that something will happen to you while I’m gone. That you won’t be here to meet me at the door when I come home. That I’d be too late, and I wouldn’t be able to find you, to save you, even if I searched the whole world for you.” 

His throat felt parched, his voice so close to shattering. “With my power, no matter where you are, no matter how far you are from me, I can run back to you the moment I sense danger around you, but it will take me a second, and a second could change everything. You saw what happened with Jinah, didn’t you? I managed to save her right on time, but if I had arrived only a second later, I would’ve lost her. And if I… If you were in the same position… And I was a second too late on my way back to you… If I lost you forever…” He took one last step toward you, and he crumbled, his body sinking forward, his head falling to your shoulder. “I wouldn’t know how to live my life anymore…” A shaky breath escaped him. “Not without you…”

The amount of fear that radiated through his body was almost appalling. It was hard to believe someone so strong could tremble like this at the thought of losing you.

Jinwoo lifted his head, gathering your face in his hands, his eyes carrying the weight of a broken man. “I know it’s hard for you to watch me leave…” He pressed your foreheads together, his eyes closed in the sliver of bliss from being so close to you, but his eyebrows remained furrowed, tense from the pain and the horror of being separated from the other half of his soul. “And I will never make light of your feelings, but you also need to know just how unbearable it is for me to walk away from you…” 

You squeezed your teeth together behind your lips, your vision blurred by your tears. You could only offer a shaky nod in response, afraid you’d be sobbing if you let a word slip out of you.

“It tears me apart just to kiss you goodbye, Sweetheart.” He returned the small distance between you, gently brushing your tears away with his thumb. “Every single time I leave, it’s like cutting off a piece of me, and you don’t know how much, just how much I want to stay and be with you right now—to spend every second of my life with you, so I can stop you from looking at me with those eyes. So I can put your heart at ease.” He lifted your face just enough to meet your crystalline eyes. “Don’t ever think I want to choose my duty over you. You are always, always, the most important thing in my life.”

It was the first time you saw him so fragile, so exposed, and you could feel just how much your presence in his life affected him. You were his weakness, his only weakness. 

You quickly collected yourself, desperate to assure him. “I know…” Speaking in your softest voice, you reached out to touch him, to cup his cheek, to do anything you could to soothe him even when you, yourself, were so close to breaking. “I know how much you care about me—about us—and I’m happy, Jinwoo. You don’t know how glad I am to have a husband like you. So strong” —you brushed a featherlight kiss on his cheek—“yet, so kind”—on his jawline—“and so, so gentle.” You planted the last one on his lips, as soft and tender as how you whispered his name. “And yes, of course, I understand how hard it is for you. This is why I didn’t want to say anything at first. I didn’t want to make you feel this way. I didn’t want to make you worry more than you already did. And I’m…” You caressed his cheekbone with your thumb. “I’m sorry for speaking my thoughts out loud just now. I shouldn’t have said anything, at least not now when you’re about to leave.”

He let out a sigh under your comforting touch, almost yearning. Covering your hand with his own, he sank his face further into your palm like a child leaning to his mother’s touch. “No, don’t be sorry,” he shook his head, his lids shutting at the feeling of your warmth seeping into his pores. “I’m glad you could be honest with me. Thank you. I can breathe easy now, knowing that you’re safe.”

When he stared down at you, your smile for him was the softest, the sweetest it had ever been. It reminded him almost of his mother’s, the way it carried so much love, affection, adoration, and, most importantly, appreciation. As someone who held nearly limitless power, the constant efforts he made to save the world were never overlooked. Still, more often than not, people chose not to express their gratitude, saying he was merely doing his job as an S-Rank Hunter, taking everything he did for granted. You had seen just how cruel the public voice could be when they spoke ill of him, not long after the Jeju Raid ended.

Hunter Min Byung-Gu’s life could’ve been saved if Sung Jinwoo had appeared sooner! Yeah, where the hell was he anyway? Why didn’t he join the raid from the start? Was he scared? Hey, hey, I heard he refused to join the raid at first. Does he not realize his responsibility as an S-Rank Hunter? Embarrassing, right? S-Rank Hunters are supposed to be selfless heroes! Sung Jinwoo is not one of them!

Your husband never let these derisions get to him, but they got to you. It pained you, angered you to see these words spreading online like wildfire, but you couldn’t do much to change their opinions, and even if you could, it wouldn’t have mattered. Jinwoo never cared about them. He cared about you, about what you think of him, and fortunately for him, you were always there to appreciate every little thing he did. He didn’t have to save the world to impress you. You were already grateful for his presence, even just by seeing him plant a little kiss on your daughter’s head. 

“Thank you, Jinwoo,” you softly said, “for making the world a better place for me and our daughter to live in. But more than that, thank you for all the efforts you made as my husband and as the father of our child. For making time for us even when you were losing sleep, drained after all the raids. I’m sure your baby is grateful, too, for all the tea parties you had with her.”

He laughed a little, still carrying a hint of melancholy. “She can be quite demanding sometimes.”

“Yes, she can, but you’re always patient with her, and I adore you for that.” You stroked his cheek. “You’re a hero to us in more ways than one. You’re everything we want you—need you to be, and for that, I’ll always be grateful to you.”

His jaws clasped together like a floodgate, preventing his emotions from bursting beyond control. He nodded once, a bit bashful but visibly delighted by your lines. With a quiet giggle, you kissed the tip of his nose. “What, getting shy now?”

He responded with a chuckle, pretty roses blooming in his cheeks. “No, I’m just happy. You always know what to say to lift the weight off my shoulders. And I wish I could say something to ease your mind, too, but…” He broke away from your touch, returning your gaze. “I don’t know what the future holds for me. I can lie to you and tell you that nothing could harm me, but I know you wouldn’t want that. So, all I can offer you right now is my promise.” He brought your hand closer to his face, his lips engraving the words directly to the bumps of your knuckles. “I promise that I will do anything, everything within my power, to come home to you.”

Your heart still splintered, but it wasn’t nearly as agonizing anymore. Perhaps it was all due to his vow. Or maybe you’ve learned how to withstand the pain, to welcome it as a part of you, knowing it was something you couldn’t chase away, something that would only be repeated in the future. “Jinwoo—”

A pair of soft lips captured your own, your face held, your words stolen. The sudden kiss was chaste, almost innocent, just pure romance beneath the bitterness of a farewell. Jinwoo pulled away but only barely, the tip of his nose still grazing your cheek. 

“I love you,” he whispered, his warm breath, sweet and intoxicating, fanning your lips. “I love you so much, Sweetheart, more than I could bear.”

You looked up at him, your heartbeat roaring in your ears. “I love you, too.” 

Another kiss, another soft touch from a man you’d sworn to love unconditionally. But the gentleness of your colliding lips, the innocence of it, could never last long, always replaced by something more arduous. A hint of his longing for you, his craving, showed in the way he molded your lips beneath his, and within seconds, his kiss turned deep, controlling, consuming. His arm slithered around your waist, pressing your body close against him, tight enough for you to wonder if you could just melt into him, be a part of him. Perhaps then, you could be wherever he was. A world where you don’t have to bid him goodbye… Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

His breathing turned uneven by the time he ended the kiss, enthralled and far from satisfied. And just like him, you couldn’t do much but stare at the shape of his pretty mouth in your haze.

“You asked me if I’d let the world burn for you.” His voice turned raspy, hoarse with need, his eyes watching the way his thumb glided over your slicked lips. He pressed down on your bottom one, and you parted your mouth in response, an act so natural, it made his gaze heavy with lust. “I’d do it,” he said, stealing your breath with it. “I’d watch the world burn to the ground just to be with you for a second longer. All you need to do is say the words.”

Your eyes turned round, your heart thrashing inside your ribcages. You could see the conviction in his eyes, giving you as much joy as the fear that dawned upon you. 

The safety of the world did not lie in Sung Jinwoo’s hands. It was in yours. 

Your ardent love, intense and overflowing, rushed to your hands, crumpling the front of his coat as you brought him back to you for another taste of his lips. You pulled your husband down to you, to where he belonged, to where he should stay, your mouth meeting his in a searing kiss. You were the gravity that pulled him in, the spark of fire to reignite the flames within him. And you wanted to kiss him forever, to have his hands on your body, to be close enough for you to—

Jinwoo suddenly stiffened in your arms, breaking off the kiss so abruptly that it left your mind reeling for a second. A frown sketched over the lines in his forehead, irritation glinting in his eyes. 

Your heart plummeted, unsure of what you did wrong. “W-what is it?”

“Nothing,” he sighed exasperatedly, massaging the bridge of his nose. “I just heard Igris talking in my ear, reminding me of my schedule. What time is it now?” He lifted his wrist, glancing at the silver watch. “Damn it.” He clicked his tongue; his vexation doubled. “I guess I really have to go.” But his eyes, like always, found their way home to you, and he took you in once more, this breathtaking view of you with your face flushed, your lips all red and bruised and glistening with his spit. “And it’s probably better if I leave now before I get, umm…” He noticeably swallowed, trying to rein in the desire to take you here against the wall. “Carried away.”

With flames kissing your cheeks, you tossed your stare to the floor. “Y-You’re right. Sorry.”

“‘Sorry?’” Jinwoo tittered, the sound soft and wonderful in your ears. Lifting your face by the chin, he tilted his head slightly to the side, adoring you. “It was my pleasure, Sweetheart.”

His smirk, his voice… He seemed so effortlessly sexy when he said it that it turned you sheepish. You removed yourself from him. “S-so, umm… When will you be back again exactly?”

“Six days from now. A week, maybe.”

Your shoulders sagged. He could’ve said six years, and it would probably sound just as torturous. “Okay…”

“Come on, baby,” he smiled softly despite his heart breaking just the same. “Don’t be like this.” He rubbed his knuckles against your cheek before he poked you lightly with his finger, making you giggle from it. “I’ll make it up to you once I get home, okay? Anything you want me to do—anything at all—I’ll do it.”

“Anything?”

His previously impish smile fully morphed into a devilish grin. “Anything.”

“Hopefully, it’s not something sexual,” you narrowed your eyes playfully at him.

“Hopefully, it is.” His chuckles didn't last long, followed shortly by a heavy sigh. “Can I hug my wife one last time?”

You stilled, your breath caught in your throat. “It’s not the last time.” 

He blinked before he understood his mistake, sadness coating the soft bow of his lips once he did. “Sorry. Poor choice of words.” He spread his arms wide, waiting for you to return to his warmth with the softest smile on his face. “I mean, can I hug you one more time before I go? And touch you endlessly once I get home?”

Contentment suffused you at once, and you answered him by carving the shape of your smile against his lips, your fingers coiled against the front of his coat. You made sure to keep your kiss light, not wanting to repeat the same mistake of drowning in desire. You weren’t sure you could escape it should it happen again. But even so, when you parted from him, you couldn’t deny the tension between you. Like magnets, you were drawn together. Just the slightest brush of your skin meeting his could turn it into a force beyond your control.

You tried to distract him—or rather, yourself. “H-hey, you said Igris talked to you before. Does that mean he… saw what we were doing?” This was the first time it happened, as Jinwoo had always been careful in the past not to let his shadow soldiers witness your intimate acts. Whenever you two were together, your husband would always command his army to shut down all their senses for a moment, to give you the privacy you needed. You weren’t sure why Igris could see you now, but the thought horrified you. “I’ve always been awkward with him because he doesn’t talk much and seems so… noble. If he saw us kissing like that, I… I don’t think I could face him again. Especially after…” You kept on rambling, driven out of shame, submerged at the thought of seeing the dark knight again after he witnessed everything that happened between you and his master.

Unbeknownst to you, Jinwoo’s eyes darkened, completely lost in the view. Seeing you like this, standing so small and fidgety before him, looking so flustered that you couldn’t handle meeting his eyes when you spoke—

God, I want to ruin her. 

I want to make her all mine again. 

His nails scraped against his palm as he tried to find restraint, his throat burning with the desire to claim you, to taste you, to drink everything you give him. You were asking him a question, weren’t you? Something about Igris. Fuck, he couldn’t remember it. He couldn’t pay attention to any of the lines you said, watching how your mouth shaped the words but not registering them. Your voice was a whisper in his ear, easily drowned by the filthy thoughts that grew even more vehemently with each second passing by.

“Honey?”

At your call, he averted his gaze. One more second looking at you, and he would’ve succumbed to his needs. “Hmm?”

“I asked you if Igris saw us.”

“Huh? Oh, right. Yes, they saw it.”

“Wait—They?”

“Yeah, the entire army, basically.” Though he wanted to seem apologetic, his grin betrayed him. “I was too absorbed with you that I forgot to tell them to close their eyes.”

You gaped, colors draining fast from your face. “Jinwoo! ”

He laughed quietly at your reaction, catching the little punches you threw to his chest.  “Baby, relax. So what if they saw us kissing? You’re my love.”

Your stomach somersaulted at the word he chose. He could’ve just said my wife instead of my love. It would've been easier for your heart. “Well, I don’t want them to see that…” Another pout, another wild urge he had to chase away before he bruised your lips with his own. You exhaled. For some reason, you felt exhausted. “Though it’s… sweet how Igris tried to keep you from running late. That should’ve been my job. Did he just pop up, tell you to go, and then disappear again?” The vision of it looked funny in your head because surely, he must’ve been embarrassed seeing us like that, right?

“Actually, he told me to stay.” Your husband wound his arms around your waist, drawing you closer before he rested them on your curves. “He said that I should just send him there and let him take care of the gate for me. So I can be here with my queen.”

“‘Your queen?”’ You repeated, couldn’t help but feel amused even though you were touched by how caring the dark knight was to your family.

Scarlet tinged his cheek. “His words, not mine.”

“I see. So, I’m not your queen, then?”

The shade deepened as he tossed his face to the side. “Of”—he cleared his throat, his voice reducing to a mumble—“Of course, you are.”

You giggled, and your husband softened into another smile, staring at you affectionately. He seemed glad that you’d rediscovered the strength to throw a jest or two. 

“Well, as much as I don’t wish for my king to go,” you dawdled with your words, building expectations as you glided one hand up his chest. You could feel the ridges of his lean, taut muscles underneath his shirt. A wave of desire pooled inside your stomach, threatening to resurface if you weren’t being careful. “The world needs him. Even if I keep you to myself now, you’re bound to leave for another mission sooner or later. I’ve come to realize that…” You paused to gain control of your emotions, your hands fixing his collar in your attempt to seek distraction. “The best way to deal with this is by getting myself used to it. Get used to this feeling that you leave me when you kiss me goodbye. I have to teach myself to be patient, as it will only be a matter of time before my husband returns. I think that’s what I have to do,” you smiled at him, shy amidst the mischievousness that you previously displayed. “As your queen.”

His heart thawed at your lines, cradling you close enough by the shoulders to bury his face in your hair, breathing in your scent, memorizing it so he could recall this sense of peace you gave him when he was miles away from you. Even without words, you could tell just how proud he was of you. “Thank you,” he murmured against your temple. He kept you this way for a moment, his nose nuzzling against your strands until he remembered how time would never be merciful to him. “I really have to go, baby…”

“I know…”

But when he pulled away, he couldn’t find the strength to detach his gaze from you, caught in a conflict between his feelings and his responsibility. “I’ll be…”—he traced your cheek, his gaze falling to your lips—“back soon, okay…?”

You nibbled at the corner of your lip, causing him to nearly groan at the sight. You didn’t mean to entice him; you were just nervous under his hooded gaze, your body brimming with anticipation. You knew he wanted another kiss, another touch, and you wanted thousands of them, but— “Okay…”

Jinwoo moved closer, as close as he could be, his face hovering merely a few inches from yours. Nothing but desire resided in his eyes, his voice low and husky when he spoke, “Don’t miss me too much…”

It was like the air crackled between you, invisible hands drawing you together. Your fingers twined a little tighter around the front of his coat, itching to tug him down and erase the millimeters of space separating your lips. “I’ll try…” You replied with shivers in your breath, and in a moment of weakness, your gaze cascaded to his lips.

And seeing that, he snapped.

All shadows. Leave us. Now.

“Jin—mmph!” You were pushed back against the wall, your body lifted to your toes, and your lips devoured. He couldn’t do it. Whatever battle he was fighting inside, he lost it the moment he realized you wanted him just the same, and he didn’t care. You were still his prize to claim, your taste was his to consume, your warmth was his to take, and he drowned in you almost instantly, his fingers possessively grabbing your face, leaving you with no choice but to accept his kiss, to accept whatever it was he planned to give you. 

Without wasting a second, he wedged his knee between your legs, parting them open and having his thigh pressed firmly against your core. You gasped against his mouth, your body clinging onto him, shuddering at the thrilling sensation. “J-Jinwoo—”

“I know,” he replied shortly, almost in a growl, breathless against your mouth. “I need you, too, so just—” He pressed your body tight against him, his lips placed upon yours again with such urgency as if being separated from you for merely a second deprived him of all the oxygen he needed.

The last thread of restraint in your head forced you to place your hands on his chest. Despite your aching need to rub yourself against his thigh, you voiced your thoughts aloud between lustful kisses. “Wait—we shouldn’t—mmph—”

With a grunt, he removed your hands from him, pinning them against the wall as he ceaselessly devoured your mouth. He kept you that way, trapped and caged within his hold. “Y-you have to go,” you managed to whimper out, your body tensing as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down your throat.

Jinwoo finally broke away, his face flushed, painted over with nothing but ardor. “Want me to stop?”

Your heart thrashed wildly inside your chest. The huskiness in his voice, the way his breathing turned heavy at the sight of you—what women would say no?

“Come here.” You pulled him back to you, begged him for another kiss, a wish that he was so eager to comply. Struggling to match his pace, you found yourself clawing at the back of his trench coat, one of your legs hooking around his thigh as he pushed your dress up to your stomach, revealing more soft skin and supple flesh for him to grip and sink his nails into. He grunted against your neck, a string of expletives among sinful praises, and you shut your eyes, head thrown back at the thrill of having him act so needy, so desperate for you. 

You couldn’t care about anything, not anymore, but your memory recalled the sour look he made when he checked on his watch a moment ago. How much time do we have until he really needs to go? “Jinwoo—ah—” You felt his teeth grinding not so gently against your skin, marking you as if he wanted to leave something for you to remember him by, to ache for in your wake. “W-what time should you be leaving—”

His fingers circled your throat, holding you dominantly in his grip. “Ten minutes ago. Open your mouth.”

He deepened the kiss as soon as you parted your lips for him, moaning at the burst of your taste on his tongue. You welcomed his taste with a gasp, your hands now crawling up his nape, his hair, making a nest out of his strands the same way he made a mess out of you. His tongue delved inside, begging for a sliver of your sweetness, but you wanted to give him everything, and you did, your tongue sliding against his own, kissing him as if this was your last time to remember just how amazing he felt against you, lips to lips, tongue to tongue, body to body. All the fear you had over his departure, all the love you held for him, they dissolved into one, into this burning ache that permeated your core, the need to have him close.

And God, you wanted more, wanted him so badly, it felt like torture.

“Fuck,” Jinwoo groaned, followed quickly by a low moan of your name. He was really trying to hold back, to only settle down for a kiss or two, but— “Why do you have to be so goddamn irresistible all the time?”

He was suffering just the same, one hand slamming against the door to maintain his distance, to keep him away from crushing you, from becoming one with you. It balled into a fist, evidence of what was left of his self-control; his fingers clenched so tightly that it painted his knuckles white and his palm crimson. His other arm snaked around your waist as his mouth sucked bruises on your collarbone, his nails clawing against the fabric of your dress, eager to tear it apart right then, right there. Rough, sinful noises continued to stream past his lips as you brought your lower half even closer to him, the sound low and deep; it was almost primal. 

“Ngh, baby, please—” He pleaded with his eyebrows sewn together, his jaw slackening at the sensation of you pushing your hips back, grinding on him. You could feel just how hard he was beneath his pants, the contour of his cock nudging deliciously against your clothed heat. It excited you, your heart swelling in satisfaction at how fast you could turn the most powerful man in the world into a desperate lover with only a few touches. Only you had this power over him, and he made sure to worship you for it.

His body reacted instinctively, rocking his hips against yours, quickly taking over control. Somewhere in the labyrinth of your mind, a voice reminded you to stop, he’s already late as it is, and you can’t do this here, not outside, not for everyone’s eyes to see, but when Jinwoo caught your earlobe between his teeth, his voice dangerous and guttural when he said, “God, Sweetheart, you don’t know how much I want to be inside you right now,” all you could think was—

Yes, please.

You smashed your lips against his, your fingers tugging hard at the roots of his hair, robbing another shameless moan out of him. He welcomed your burning passion, reciprocating it by doubling the intensity. None of you gave a damn where you were or what time it was; none of it mattered, not anymore. You just needed him, and he needed you. Not just want. Need.

Jinwoo unclasped his belt with one hand while keeping hold of your face with the other; his movements rushed, lacking the usual grace that he normally exuded. You were sure he didn’t mean to tear your lingerie apart, but even if he did, it would’ve only added more fuel to the shimmering flames inside you. Now that your bottom half was bare and exposed, he took himself out of his confinement, holding his length in one hand, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip as he rubbed his tip against your protruding clit.

You shivered, your hips swaying on their own, begging him to just ram it inside. “Jinwoo, please.”

“You’re gonna make me lose my mind,” he growled, lifting your body higher on the wall, making you hold on to nothing but him to fight back gravity. “Arms around my neck,” he commanded, his mouth hot against your jawline. His coat slid off his shoulders as he positioned himself over your entrance, pooling around his elbows.

But then, Jinwoo slowed down amidst the heat of your passion, just for a moment. Even as his desire consumed him from within, your consent remained a top priority. He needed to make sure that he wasn’t hurting you or, worse, doing anything you didn’t want him to. Your husband took a second to look at you, wanting you to give your permission out loud even when all his heightened senses and perceptions had found their answer a while ago. “Can I have you?”

Your reply came in the shape of you carding your fingers through his locks again, your mouth colliding with his as you spread your legs a little wider. “Yes,” you breathed out. “I need you, please—oh!” 

You felt him pushing himself inside the second your plea left your mouth, stretching all of your walls at once. 

“Ah, fuck,” Jinwoo groaned deep and loud, slamming one hand against the wall, the vein in his neck popping from beneath his pale skin. His reaction was almost as if he’d never experienced such pleasure before, his body trembling at the feeling of your heat tightening around him, so drenched inside that you could take him—his everything—all in one go. “God, you feel so good.” He locked your lips together again, moaning at the feeling of being shrouded by your warmth. He moved his hips tentatively to ensure your comfort, but he surrendered immediately after the first try. “Sorry, Sweetheart, I don’t think I can—ngh—hold back—” 

He began to move, his teeth nibbling on the skin of your shoulder to contain his grunts, his hips thrusting fast and rough, sliding himself in and out of you in the desperation of a heated beast seeking a release. Just like him, you were feeling it much more than anything you’d ever done with him. Maybe it was the place, the sensation of doing something so indecent, so out in the open. Maybe it was because you were both trying so desperately to comfort yourselves, to forget your upcoming separation, even only for a moment. Or maybe it was simply because you loved him so ardently, the same way he did about you. 

Now that the sun had sunk entirely below the horizon, the night was nearly pitch black. No stars were in sight, as if they grew too shy to witness something so obscene. Detecting the darkness around you, the lights around the house switched on automatically, illuminating the entryway and the lush garden around you with a warm, romantic glow. The magical view of the scenery usually brought a sense of serenity to your heart, but no, not that night. Not when you were stuck in a very compromising position with your husband. The worst one of all was the three pendant lights shining brightly above you, dangling from your high ceilings, exposing the way your bodies rocked together in rapid, rhythmless motions for the whole world to see.

You couldn’t help but be distracted by them, your body tensing. If anyone were passing by, with the way your husband had you pinned against the wall, your heels digging to the small of his back, your fingers tugging on the roots of his hair, they would discover you in a heartbeat. 

“J-Jinwoo—wait—the lights—”

With his lips sucking hard bruises on your neck, Jinwoo lifted one hand in the air and clenched his fingers into a fist. All the lightbulbs shattered at once, their sounds piercing the air, stealing a surprised yelp out of you, which he silenced immediately with his mouth. The same invisible force shielded you from the pieces of glass raining down from the ceiling, leaving your heart rattling in your chest but your skin uninjured.

You were embraced by the darkness again, though it was never as thick as you would love it to be. The silver moonlight still bathed your skin, and the golden shine of the bollard lights surrounding your garden remained bright enough for you to discern your husband’s features, but at least, you no longer felt like you were standing under the spotlight. You still couldn’t entirely chase your anxiety away, however, and noticing that, Jinwoo captured your face, his fingers pressed firmly on each side of your jaw.

"Focus on me,” he said, palm plastered against the front of your throat. Although pain was absent from his touch, his hold on you was firm, controlling, his voice commanding. “I don’t want you to think about anything else. Keep your eyes on me. Focus on how I’m making you feel right now.” 

And it felt good. He made you feel so damn good that by the time he plunged himself deep into you again, you found yourself crying out against his mouth, clutching onto him like a lifeline. Jinwoo was just as deep in rapture as you were, unintentionally ripping the top buttons of your dress in his desperation to taste more of your skin. He was beyond aggressive, unrestrained, and impatient, and God, you loved it. You couldn’t remember the last time he was like this, and the feelings brought you quickly to ecstasy. 

You were close, your pleasure building up faster than it ever did. “Jinwoo, I’m—”

“I know,” he moaned against your shoulder, his teeth just one pressure away from sinking into your flesh. “I’m close too, angel, just a little bit… ngh… more…”

He quickened his pace, taking his cock completely out of you only to drive himself back to the hilt, each thrust hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. You fell over the edge with your lips parted in a silent moan, your nails scraping against the back of his shirt, your legs shaking, tautening around him as you reached cloud nine.

The sensation of your walls closing in around his cock was almost too much to bear, but he needed that one single push, just one sweet moan from you in the shape of his name, to make him grasp that vigorous wave of euphoria. “Sweetheart, please—”

Knowing exactly what he was begging for, you embraced him closely by the neck, gripped his soft locks beneath your fingers, and whispered the words he’d been dying to hear right against his mouth.

“I love you, Jinwoo.” 

He shuddered, his skin breaking into goosebumps, and he finished inside you with a deep, gravelly groan erupting from the back of his throat. His hips stuttered, slowing down but not yet stopping until he finished spilling everything inside. His breaths came out raggedly, hot against your neck. His left hand was still glued to the wall beside your head. 

As your tremors began to dissipate, your husband carefully placed you back on your feet, holding you close until you could stand on your own. Your legs felt like jelly beneath your weight, your strength leaving you after experiencing what might be one of the most mind-blowing orgasms you’d ever had.

“That was… intense,” Jinwoo tittered breathlessly, his hair all tousled, his face the prettiest shade of pink. It mesmerized you just how stunning he looked like this, and it satisfied you more than anything to know that you would always be the one—the only one—who could see this side of him, who could bring this side of him into view. Little did you know he was thinking the same thing about you. The way you stood there, gazing up at him with your starry eyes slightly watery from your orgasm, your dress torn and crumpled, your skin marked and claimed. He could easily go for another round—or three—if you let him.

“You okay?” He asked as he swatted the stray strands out of your eyes, helping you with your dress before he fixed his own attire. You nodded a bit drunkenly, and he let out another chuckle before planting a soft kiss on your temple. “I’m sorry for ruining your dress.”

“And my panties,” you added, snatching the torn fabric away from your heel. You stared flatly at it, your tone monotonous when you said, “Unbelievable. This is the third time, Jinwoo. Three times you’ve done this to me."

He was embarrassed by it. So cute. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not sorry,” you teased him with a poke on his cheek. “Buy me another one? The dress, I mean. I don’t trust you with my lingerie after what you bought me last time.”

He laughed softly at the memory. “I’ll buy you the prettiest one. Promise.” Brushing a light kiss on your temple, he spoke his worry once more. “How are you feeling? Did I hurt you?” 

The genuine concern in his tone caused your joy to unfold. In all honesty, yes, he did, but every pain was welcomed—no, every pain was desired, and you wished you could have more. More consuming kisses that left your lips swollen. More love bites on your neck that would last until he returned home. More bruises on your hips and thighs from how hard he was holding you. It felt nice to be dominated, to be owned, to be so wanted by your husband that he lost control of himself, of his mind. 

“What?” Jinwoo raised a brow, looking at you funny. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Nothing,” you replied with a sheepish smile, stroking his cheek. But with him looking at you with such confusion in his eyes, you felt like you owed him the truth. “I just realized you never fucked me this way before, and it scares me just how much I enjoyed it.”

He blushed at your words, so fervently that you wondered if this was the same man who had just mounted you like a beast in heat a moment ago. But then he laughed, the sound so delicate and pretty in your ears. “I was going to apologize for being carried away, but…” He bent his head down, bringing himself to your eye level as a smirk crept up his lips. “If that’s what you’re into, then I have so much more in store for you.”

You swallowed, your skin tingling with excitement at the thought. “W-we can try that after you get home. Don’t you have a plane to catch?”

“Shit, you’re right.” As unbelievable as it was, he had truly forgotten about it. Jinwoo hastily rummaged through his pocket for his car key, racing against time. “Okay, I’ll be leaving now.” He kissed you quickly, almost making you stumble from how fast he was grabbing your face. “Goodbye, love. I’ll see you soon.”

“Jinwoo, wait,” you giggled, tugging him back by his arm. “You got my lipstick all over you.” You rubbed your thumb over his lips, trying to wipe off the red stain. “And your hair’s mess. Do you have a comb with you?”

“It’s all right, I love it like this.” He tossed you a boyish smile. “It feels like I’m carrying a part of you with me, like some kind of proof that reminds me of what we just did.” He then continued in a whisper, his smirk grazing your earlobe. “The same way you’re carrying a part of me… inside you.”

You grew mortified, all due to his words and the feeling of his essence seeping out of you. You could feel it trickling down your thigh before you squeezed your legs together, face aflame. “Leave. Now.” You whirled his body around, shoving him forward. “And tell your shadow soldiers to help me change the lights. I can’t believe you used your skill for that.”

He tossed you a grin over his shoulder. “Gotta make the best use of what I have, Sweetheart.” 

“I don’t think Igris would be happy to know that you’re using Ruler's Hand for sex.”

“Oh, baby, trust me, if I were planning to use Ruler’s Hand for sex, bursting lightbulbs would be at the bottom of the list.” His smirk carried the promise of something lewd, something naughty. “And also, if I’m happy, all my soldiers are happy, Igris included. And I’m definitely happy right now, all thanks to my sweet girl.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you snorted despite heat filling your cheeks. “Now go before Jinho kills you.” 

He chortled softly, “Yes, Ma’am.” 

You watched him stride away with your hands on your hips, sighing despite the way your lips curved up in amusement. You were going to miss these little banters you have. Some parts of you still refused to let him go, but when Jinwoo rolled down his window, giving you one last smile with one hand on the steering wheel, all you could say was, “Come home to me, darling.”

“I will, baby.”

And as he drove into the night, disappearing from your sight and leaving your heart lamenting in your chest, you knew you had no choice but to put your faith in him. This wouldn’t be the last time you see him. It would never be. Jinwoo would make sure of that.

Because if he had to watch the world burn for it, for you, then so be it. 

Heaven or hell, Gods or the Devils, I’ll destroy them all.

As long as I can come home to you, Sweetheart, nothing else matters. ***

[tiredmamaissy]

Sung Jinwoo forcing me to take all his cock? Yes, just yes.

MDNI! 🔞 warnings: nsfw, smut, jinwoo being a bully bc it’s been so long since he’s been inside, first persons pov

“Don’t push me away.”

Jinwoo’s gruff voice thrums in my ear. I push harder against his abs, I can’t take anymore of him inside me.

“Can’t.” I gasp, and I feel my eyes prick with heated tears. “B-Been too long, Jin.”

It’s only been a month since we’ve seen each other, work has him gone for long periods. But this feels like the time he took my virginity all over again.

“You can take it, baby.”

Eyes of greed pierce into me as he towers over me, completely boxing me in with his thick arms. I have nowhere to run. My legs fight to close and my thighs shake when he wrenches them apart. I whimper and look down at his cock buried inside me. Fuck, I feel so full. How is he only half way inside me? I start shaking my head when I feel him push into me, and my hand turns into a fist against his tough exterior.

“You’re going to take it, sweetheart.” His hand raises and his two fingers pinch my chin, tilting my head upwards so our eyes meet. His eyes glow a vibrant teal and I find it hard to hold his gaze. It’s too intimidating. “And I want to see your face when you do.”

Oh…god. My nipples tingle and harden into peaks on my chest and I feel him put his weight on me. Oh god. Oh god. I fight the urge to glance down but I can’t help it. I look down to see his cock bullying its way even deeper inside my pussy and I squeal and squirm. His grip tightens on my jaw and tilts my head back up.

“Look at me.”

Whatever light was in his eyes is long gone now, replaced by a darkness I’ve never seen before. My clit swells and pops out of its hood, throbbing and pulsing with need. Oh god, it’s sinking even deeper now. The urge to look again rides me, but I force myself to stare into this new abyss of darkness.

“That’s it. Eyes on me, sweetheart. Don’t look away.”

I let out a lengthy whine and my nose burns when my tears overflow onto my cheeks. Jinwoo smirks, using his strength to shove his pelvis closer to mine. He’s enjoying this, watching intently as my face screws and my eyes weep. I jolt back when I feel him press into my cervix, and my hand reflexively pushes even harder against him.

“Jin…Jinwoo.” My voice trembles and my brows furrow into a kiss. “Wait, wait.”

“Good girl, good girl.” He whispers quickly. His jaw tightens as he pushes against the newfound resistance, and he stares deeply into my eyes as he does it.

Then I feel it. I feel his heavy, swollen balls press into me, and his pelvis grinds against my clit. His top lip twitches and his gaze flicks down.

“Oh, fuck.” He growls, breathless. “See that?” His hand guides my face down, making me look at how my pussy has taken every single inch of him. “Look at that, baby. Beautiful.” He lets go of my jaw and places his palm against the little bulge just under my navel. “I’m all the way up here.”

I look in awe, there’s so much pressure that it feels like I could burst. I’ve never taken him this deep before. I can actually see him inside me. Oh god. I look back up at him, frantic. He grins and settles himself under me, throwing my legs around his waist.

“It’s okay, darling. You’re okay.” He huffs as he leans back, blatantly admiring the bulge he’s made. “You can take it.”

[love-me-satoru]

Imagine laying in bed next to your lover but they’re asleep. And you’re wide awake literally so horny you can feel yourself dripping through your sleep shorts. Not being able to handle it anymore you pull out your trusted toy from your bedside table. Slowly pulling off your shorts trying to not make a lot of noise or movement. Throwing the shared covers off of you. You slowly start to tease yourself. Soft moans falling from your mouth, covering your mouth with your free hand trying to slience yourself just to not wake up your lover next to you. After teasing yourself for a bit you decided to sink the toy deep inside of you moaning out then immediately throwing your hand back over your mouth when you felt them slightly tussle the bed. When you were confident they were sleeping you continued with fucking yourself. So focused on tying to keep your noises at bay you didn’t really pick up the fact that you were really fucking yourself eyes closed moans muffled against your hand when you felt their hand wrap around your wrist. “What are you doing baby?” they said voice relativly deep from being asleep. “Nothing..” “Mhm..” Your lover pulls your toy completely out of you pulling a moan from you and dives straight into your pussy sucking up all of your juices. “Oh fuck!” "You close baby?" "Yes!" “Good. Cum for me” And oh boy you do. Squirming all over the bed cumming hard against their tounge. You literally passed out before they came back to clean you up.

[cyberyam]

I don't know if you do requests but it's up to you if you want to do this, can you make a smut monarch! Sung jinwoo x fem reader? 🫣

an. ohOHO this sounds FUN!! [i hope you didn't mean monarchs within the tower red gate because i'm gonna take it and run with this prompt. anyways, thank you for your service xoxox; it is also longer than expected-i also wrote this between lectures and writing notes lmao]

anatomy.

pairing: Prince!Sung Jin-Woo x FemMaid!Reader

cw: smut (18+)

summary: Prince!Sung Jin-Woo is facinated with human anatomy, and becomes fascinated with FemMaid!Reader

wc: 2.5k words

Prince Sung Jin-Woo often found solace in the grand library of his castle. Other worldly pleasures held little appeal to him—he chased knowledge. He wanted to know all there was to know, and his current fascination lay in the intricacies of human anatomy.

He found it entrancing—the way muscles contracted with the mere thought of movement, how his own body had grown sculpted and strong from relentless training. The rippling of his abdomen, the sinewy strength of his arms, the subtle yet stark differences between the male and female form—all of it fascinated him.

Seated on the wide windowpane of the library, one leg propped up and the other dangling loosely over the edge, his focus was abruptly stolen by the sweetest sound drifting in from the slightly ajar window. A laugh—light, genuine, and unrestrained.

His gaze shifted downward, searching for the source. And there you were.

Only moments ago, you had been hanging the washing to dry, but now, you stood soaked—an unfortunate accident at the hands of another maid, who was bowing her head in frantic apology. But you? You merely laughed. Not out of mockery, nor frustration, but in sheer amusement at the situation. The cool water was a welcome relief against the punishing heat of the sun, and the expression on your fellow maid’s face was simply too priceless to ignore.

This was not the first time he noticed you. In fact, you were a frequent pass-byer in his every day life as you were often tasked with looking after his younger sister. Making sure she was at dinner on time, her cleanliness, ever every need. Even now, you were hanging out her bedding to dry before you were interrupted.

In the times you would float in and out of his surrounding, he would appreciate your beauty for fleeting moments, appreciate the elegance and grace in your actions, but his thoughts were fleeting; for he was a man of scholar. He had convinced himself he did not want to waste his time in earthly pleasures as there was too much in this world to learn. But now…

Prince Sung Jin-Woo watched, utterly captivated.

The way your thin linen dress had darkened and turned sheer, clinging to every curve of your body, left nothing to his imagination. The gentle swell of your hips, the delicate shape of your waist, the fabric molding over your thighs—he could see it all.

But from this distance, seeing was not enough.

He wanted to feel. To trace his fingers along those curves, to explore and commit every dip and hollow of your body to memory. He wanted to lose himself in you.

His voice was smooth, commanding as he finally spoke.

“Butler,” he called, gaze never wavering.

The butler, stationed dutifully by the door, immediately inclined his head. “Yes, Your Highness?”

“Bring that girl to me,” he demanded while tapping his finger on the window. “The one who is soaking wet.”

The butler bowed. “As you wish, Sire.”

The cool air of the marble castle halls sent shivers down your still-damp skin as you followed the butler, confusion swirling in your mind. Why had the prince summoned you?

You had insisted on changing and drying off before meeting him, but your request had been swiftly denied.

The butler stopped just before the grand library doors, pushing one open before gesturing for you to step inside. The moment you did, the door shut behind you with a quiet finality.

There, leaning carelessly against the window, stood the prince. One leg crossed over the other, his eyes already fixed on you with an unreadable gaze.

A sudden wave of self-consciousness washed over you. Your damp dress clung uncomfortably to your form, the cool air raising goosebumps along your arms. Instinctively, you tried to shield yourself as best you could, hands subtly gripping at the fabric.

Still, you forced yourself to lower your head in a respectful bow, your voice steady despite the unease curling in your stomach.

"Your Highness."

His gaze roamed over your body, drinking in the sight before him. You stared at the marble floor, acutely aware of the weight of his scrutiny.

He watched as you twitched, fingers bunching the damp fabric of your dress in a futile attempt at modesty.

"Don't hide yourself."

His voice was casual, yet there was an unmistakable command beneath the words. He pushed off the windowsill, moving toward you with slow, deliberate steps.

You hesitated, fingers still gripping the fabric before reluctantly letting it slip from your grasp.

"My apologies, Your Highness," you murmured.

He merely hummed in response. Each measured step he took echoed off the grand walls of the library, the sound amplifying the tension in the room. Despite the chill clinging to your skin, heat bloomed across your face, and your heartbeat thundered in your ears.

When the prince finally stood before you, he was enthralled. Lifting a hand, he gently grasped your chin, tilting your face upward. His dark eyes studied you intently, captivated by the way your cheeks burned under his touch, the way your gaze met his for a fleeting moment before darting away.

"Look at me."

The command was quiet but firm. You obeyed, your eyes locking onto his.

Something stirred within him. Fascination. Intrigue. A growing ache curling in the pit of his stomach, settling low in his body.

"May I touch you, miss?"

You stared at him, dumbfounded by the question. He was your prince—his touch required no permission. And yet, the sincerity in his voice, the way his eyes searched yours, made it clear he cared for your answer.

"As you wish, Your Highness," you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

His grip on your chin loosened, fingers tracing a featherlight path downward. He followed the curve of your throat, lingering over the delicate lines of your collarbone, before hesitating—just for a moment. Then, his touch continued, trailing lower, brushing over the swell of your chest.

With slow, deliberate movements, this thumb brushed over your nipple. He watched intently as it hardened beneath his touch, your body betraying you. And it only fueled his own hunger.

A gentle whimper pulled him from his trance, his dark eyes snapping back to yours. He watched the rise and fall of your chest, the way your breaths grew deeper, more unsteady. He wanted more. He wanted to explore you further.

His hands slid down to your hips, fingers pressing in, thumbs drawing slow, deliberate circles against your pelvis. With measured intent, he stepped closer, slipping a leg between yours, pressing his thigh between your own. His warmth seeped through the damp fabric of your dress as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. A shiver coursed through you.

The reaction only excited him.

"Go lay on the ottoman," he murmured, his voice low, vibrating against your skin. When he pulled back to meet your gaze, your eyes were wide.

"But… I am wet, Your Highness. I do not wish to damage—"

Before you could finish, he moved swiftly. In a single, fluid motion, he scooped you up into his arms, cradling you effortlessly as he carried you toward the crimson ottoman in the center of the room.

He laid you down, your back meeting the plush velvet. You pushed up onto your elbows, watching as he sank to his knees between your legs. His hand traced a slow path up your calf, the warmth of his palm trailing higher, lifting the fabric of your dress as he moved. When he reached your mid-thigh, he paused. His thumb stroked the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his gaze locked onto yours, expectant.

"May I, miss?"

His voice was soft but thick with desire. He longed to let his hand wander higher, to see what lay hidden beneath the damp linen.

And when you finally spoke, when those sweet words left your lips, his hunger only deepened.

"As you wish, Your Highness."

He reveled in every reaction he drew from you. Each gasp, each shiver beneath his touch only deepened his fascination. Your bare skin was warm under his hands, and he savored every moment, tracing every curve with slow, deliberate intent.

The way your breath hitched when his fingers skimmed your waist, the way you bit your lip when he teased your nipple—he memorized it all.

But now, his focus had shifted lower on your body.

Between your legs, his thumbs traced slow, teasing circles over your slick heat. He marveled at how your body responded to him—how you trembled, how soft whimpers spilled from your lips, how you arched into his touch as he pressed deeper.

A low growl rumbled in his throat as he pushed his thumb inside, feeling the way you clenched around him. His other hand gripped your thigh, steadying you as he moved with slow, deliberate strokes, his gaze never leaving your face. Every shudder, every gasp only stoked the fire burning within him, fraying the last remnants of his restraint.

But it was your voice—breathless, pleading, whispering his title—that finally shattered his composure.

His jaw tensed as he stood, fingers working swiftly to undo the buckle at his waist. His dark gaze bore into yours, searching, savoring the way your lips parted in anticipation.

“Is this what you want?” he murmured, his voice a low, heated rasp as he leaned over you, caging you beneath him.

“P-please,” you gasped, the word barely a breath.

He exhaled sharply, his lips curling into something dangerously close to a smirk.

He lifted your legs, pressing them close to his chest, a surprised gasp escaping your lips as he positioned himself against you. His length teased your entrance, dragging slow, torturous circles against your slick heat, reveling in how easily you parted for him.

Desperate for more, your hips bucked instinctively, seeking him, but his grip on your thighs held you firm. His restraint was maddening—his control unwavering, even as your body begged him to give in.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice low and thick with need.

Your gaze met his, wide and pleading, your cheeks burning, your chest bare beneath him. The sight of you—so vulnerable, so desperate—sent a surge of heat through him.

Your breath hitched as he pushed forward, stretching you slowly, savoring the way your body clenched around him. A moan slipped from your lips, your head tilting back at the sensation.

"I said—look at me," he growled, stilling inside you, his grip tightening.

Your eyes fluttered open, locking onto his, filled with longing.

“S-sorry, Y-your Highness,” you stammered, your hips shifting of their own accord, desperate for friction, for movement, for him.

A dark, satisfied smirk curled at his lips. "Good girl," he murmured before finally giving you what you craved.

His thrusts were deep, deliberate, each one forcing a gasp from your lips, forcing your body to respond to his. He wanted to pull every sound, every shiver, every moan from you—to make you fall apart beneath him.

But as his pace quickened, control slipping through his fingers, he realized he was unraveling just as fast. His own restraint, once so absolute, was breaking. And now, he was chasing something deeper—something raw, something that burned between you, threatening to consume you both whole.

He didn’t want your pleasure to end—he wanted more. He wanted every sound, every tremor, every sharp inhale that left your lips.

When he pulled away, your whimper sent a thrill through him. He spread your legs wider, dropping to his knees, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. You gave him a questioning look, but before you could speak, he lifted your legs over his shoulders, holding you in place. His mouth curled into a slow, knowing grin, his eyes dark with intent—just before he leaned in.

The first stroke of his tongue had you gasping, your fingers twitching before instinctively tangling into his hair. His movements were slow, teasing, savoring the way your body reacted to him. You were warm, soft, and sweet against his tongue, and he couldn’t get enough.

Then, he picked up his pace, switching between long, deliberate laps and deep, insistent flicks, his tongue pressing into you with purpose. Your body jerked at the sensation, your back arching, but his grip on your thighs only tightened, keeping you where he wanted you.

His name left your lips in a breathless moan, and he swore he’d never heard anything sweeter.

The way your body reacted under his touch left him insatiable, left him desperate for more.

You had lost track of time—of how long he had spent teasing you, unraveling you, pushing you past every limit.

Every time you came undone beneath him, he wanted more. He wanted to see how you would tremble when you were at your most sensitive, how your body would react when you were past the point of exhaustion. He loved the way you clenched around him after the fourth time, how you arched into him when he pressed you against the cold library wall, how your legs trembled, threatening to give out if not for his firm grip keeping you upright.

And when your body finally gave in, unable to hold itself up any longer, he caught you—lifting you effortlessly, pinning you between himself and the wall. He growled in satisfaction at the way you clung to him, at the soft whimper of his name on your lips. Your legs locked tightly around his waist as he drove into you, each thrust making you gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders in desperate bliss.

He watched you—watched every expression, every shudder, every broken moan—as if committing you to memory. Because this, this was what he wanted. To feel you, to ruin you, to study you.

His pace slowed, his thrusts growing deep and deliberate as his forehead pressed against yours, his breath uneven. The hunger between you had been insatiable, his hands never leaving your body, his lips never far from your skin—but now, as he looked at you, truly looked at you, something shifted.

His grip softened, fingers ghosting over your waist, tracing the way your body curved against him. He groaned, his voice rougher now, a new feeling started to blossom in his chest as he watched you as your eyelids flittered to a close, your breath hot on his face.

“Look at me,” he murmured gentler than before.

Your dazed eyes met his, and that was it. His restraint snapped, his body pressing flush against yours as he came, his breath catching as he spilled into you, arms locking you in place like he needed to hold on or risk falling apart.

The room was quiet now, save for the sound of your heavy breaths, your foreheads still pressed together. You could feel his heart hammering against your chest, the warmth of his skin against yours. And then, slowly, his lips found your temple, lingering there as if memorizing the moment.

You blinked up at him, still catching your breath. “Your Highness?”

He exhaled a quiet laugh, his thumb brushing over your lips before shaking his head.

“Hush,” he said. “Just stay.”

And for the first time, it wasn’t an order.

❥ divider by @bunnysrph

© cyberyam

[blessedmisery]

summary: sung jinwoo x fem!reader -you fly to the international guild conference with your rich s-rank hunter boyfriend, sung jinwoo in a private jet. wc; 2k+ warnings: minor manhwa spoilers, smut, unprotected sex, use of pet names, dirty talk, creampie, fingering, pnv, pwp, female bodied reader, not proofread lol authors note: hi! this is my first fic. please enjoy, and please feel free to send any ideas into my inbox, i'm happy to chat and excited to write more for jinwoo. [best viewed in dark mode]

since becoming an s-rank hunter and the guild master of the Ahjin guild, there was no doubt about the fact that your boyfriend, sung jinwoo, was in high demand. as expected, jinwoo was invited to attend this year’s international guild conference to represent south korea and of course, asked you to join him. this conference was important to jinwoo as it would host all of the strongest hunters in the world and discuss the rise in numbers of gates spawning globally. 

sung jinwoo had made a lot of money since becoming an s-rank hunter, you knew this very well and experienced it first hand with him constantly spoiling you with your favourite food, new clothes, expensive jewelry and your shared penthouse apartment in the heart of seoul. jinwoo was not one to make a statement with his money, but when it came to you, he had no limits. thats why jinwoo decided to take you with him on a private jet to fly to america for this years conference. and that’s exactly where you currently found yourself—miles high in the air with your s-rank hunter boyfriend. 

“thank you, that’ll be all for now” you heard jinwoo say to the only flight attendant on the plane. you walk out of the washroom, hearing the flight attendant’s footsteps fade as you return to your seat. the interior of the jet was a smooth ivory colour with black accents and clean leather seats. you sat down in your seat across from your boyfriend who was looking out the window with a bored expression on his face, listening to the low hum of the plane engine. 

“sung” you say softly, drawing his attention away from the window. 

“hm?” he replies, his eyes darting in your direction and his gaze falling on your face. 

“what’s on your mind?” you ask.

“nothing, just thinking about the conference” he replies in an indifferent tone, clearly caught up in his own thoughts.

“i’m sure it’ll be fine, you’re one of the strongest hunters in the world right now, if not the strongest, i’m sure you can handle whatever is going to happen” you reassure him, hoping to pull him out of whatever he was thinking about. this happened often—jinwoo got caught up in his own thoughts and strength, and found it hard to pull himself back to reality.

“you’re right” he mumbled quickly and after a brief moment of silence he added, “come here baby” while patting his thigh, indicating that he wanted you on his lap. his voice alone was enough to send what felt like a current of electricity through your body.

since the press would be waiting when you landed, jinwoo was dressed in his usual expensive black outfit with black trousers, polished black shoes, a fine black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and an expensive black and silver watch on his left wrist. as an upper A rank hunter yourself, you were also dressed to impress, wearing a cream coloured blouse, a black pencil skirt with black heels to match and expensive jewelry purchased for you by none other than sung jinwoo himself.

you stood up from your seat and took a few steps over to where your boyfriend currently sat. as soon as you were within his reach, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his lap. you felt your cheeks heat as he looked up at you with half lidded eyes, a lustful expression painted on his face.

“sung..” the words died on your lips as jinwoo strengthened his grip on your waist with one hand and lifted the other to your cheek. 

“shhh baby, i want to spend these last few hours of the flight with just you before we get hounded by the press and the public” he explains in a slightly annoyed tone, lightly pulling at your bottom lip with his thumb. 

“m’kay” you reply, too busy to utter a full reply as you wrap your arms around jinwoo’s neck, entangling your fingers in his hair and pressing a soft, wet kiss on his lips. sung jinwoo rarely loses his composure, but when you’re sitting on his lap, looking like that and placing such an innocent, soft kiss on his lips, he simply cannot contain himself any longer.

he pulls you close instantly—as if on instinct, as close as he can get you while you’re already on his lap. he deepens the kiss, one hand glued to your waist and the other tangled playfully in your hair. you moan, feeling jinwoo harden underneath you. 

“jinwoo- ah” you gasp breathlessly, pulling away from the kiss as you feel him move his fingers under your pencil skirt to rub lazy, teasing circles on your clothed clit. 

“look who’s already wet” he points out in a mocking tone all while ignoring your gasps and pleas. he pulls his hand away, unbuttoning your blouse and skillfully unclipping your bra with one hand, letting your breasts spill out into his ready hands. he grabs hold of one, squishing the soft skin of it while lowering his lips to your other nipple. you whimper at the feeling of his teeth grazing your nipple. you think to yourself that it must be the change in pressure from being miles high in the air because you feel so sensitive to his touch, almost feeling like your skin is melting under his hands. 

his fingers make their way back under your skirt while his mouth moves on to the other nipple, lightly biting and licking it, sending pulses of pleasure to your throbbing core. he moves his hands over your clit but this time, pushes aside your thong to coat his fingers in your slick. he slides in two of his slender fingers with ease and starts lazily pumping in and out of you. it feels so so good, his fingers knowingly hitting the exact spot to make you melt. jinwoo wears a seductive smirk on his face as he quickens his pace and watches you mutter incoherent words while gasping and moaning from the sheer pleasure of just his fingers. he pinches your nipple with his other hand and lowers his lips to your neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh. this feeling simply surpasses anything you’ve ever felt before, sending you into oblivion. you feel the flame inside you spread throughout your whole body as you release onto his fingers. 

“ah baby-” you gasp, your words cut off as jinwoo slowly pulls his cum coated fingers out of you, making you go limp from the orgasm. 

“clean up your mess kitten” he orders, tone bordering on serious. he brings his fingers up to your panting mouth, sliding them past your soft lips. you welcome his fingers, sucking your cum off of them and gazing at jinwoo suggestively as he slowly pumps them in and out of your mouth. once clean, he removes his fingers from your mouth and inhales sharply when you move your hand over the bulge in his pants. “my turn” you coo, while unzipping his pants slowly, freeing his cock. 

jinwoo was pretty, everyone knew this— and his cock certainly did not deviate from that description. it wasn’t wide but it made up for that in its length. it looked almost elegant in your hands as you started running your fingers gently along his shaft, always noticing that one vein that ran down the side of it. you watched any remaining tension leave his body as he groaned and relaxed into the seat. you pumped his cock teasingly for a couple of minutes and momentarily lowered yourself onto your knees to lick the beads of precum off the head of his cock. this is where sung jinwoo’s composure completely snapped. 

“stop teasing” he grit out as he lifted you up from your knees and back onto his lap. the movement was fast, almost animalistic. with the way he manhandled you, you could tell that jinwoo was simmering with need, and could wait no longer to get himself inside of you. 

he gave you no warning as he slid himself inside you, practically impaling you on his cock. you whimpered at the sudden intrusion, gripping jinwoo's shoulders so hard that your knuckles were turning white. he gave you a minute to adjust and you felt the pleasure override the initial pain. even though this wasn’t your first time with jinwoo, his sheer length was still difficult to adjust to every time. 

“fuck you feel so good” he rasped as he slowly starting moving your hips up and down on his cock. you were convinced this bliss would never go away, even after countless times with jinwoo, it was still the most euphoric feeling you’ve ever felt. this would beat any drug, you were sure of it.

this went on for a couple more minutes, jinwoo quickening his pace and hitting that sweet spot again and again, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“nnngh baby please” you moaned, feeling yourself coming close to your climax. you looked down at jinwoo, his head thrown back against the seat, his jet black hair tousled and messy with stray strands sticking to his sweat covered forehead. the scene was a pure depiction of lust. his half lidded eyes and the slight smirk he wore on his face was enough to make you absolutely melt. 

“please jinwoo, i’m going to cum” you uttered breathless, tears beading at the corners of your eyes, hoping that jinwoo was close. “not until i say so baby” he replied, just as breathless as you. this was a rule jinwoo had for you, he would never let you come alone and would make you wait until he was ready to cum with you. this always pushed you over the edge because it took him longer to get there, however the wait was always worth it. 

“aaah” you gasped, feeling your boyfriend tense underneath you, indicating that he was going to cum. “cum for me baby” he said, and you felt yourself snap free. you crashed your lips onto his to seal the moment and felt that warm flame spread through your body once again. you felt the tension erase from jinwoo’s body and before you knew it, you went limp in his arms. 

jinwoo stayed buried in your warmth for a couple of minutes as you both came down from your high. you placed your head in the crook of his neck and the two of you stayed there like that, panting and catching your breath. 

“you did so good f’me” he rasped, his voice sending a warm tingle down your spine. you moved your head to look up at him and gave him a quick smile before pressing a kiss to his lips. jinwoo finally pulled out and quickly cleaned you and himself up with some napkins he found nearby. 

he then placed you back in his lap so that your head was back in the crook of his neck and you were both facing the window looking out at the clouds, still miles away from your destination. he ran his fingers through your hair softly, placing warm kisses on your forehead occasionally. you enjoyed the view and being in his arms more than anything, and mentally prepared for the inevitable doom that you knew would soon descend over the earth.

“sung?” you murmured the question, slowly feeling yourself getting emotional. 

“hm?” he responded, looking down at the frown on your face with confusion. “what’s wrong?” he asked. 

“we’re going to be okay right?” you asked in a worried tone. jinwoo instantly picked up on your worry and understood your stress.  

“of course. i’ll make sure of it” he replied softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. 

“i love you” you whispered, followed by a quick peck. when you pulled back, you saw your favourite sight: sung jinwoo’s most genuine smile, the one he only reserved for you. 

“i love you too” he replied and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. you felt yourself slowly drifting off into sleep, and heard the flight attendant come back out to inform jinwoo of the arrival time as you fell limp from sleep in his strong arms. 

no matter what, as long as you were with sung jinwoo, you knew that you would be okay.

© @blessedmisery 2025.

[shomatoriashi]

12/08/24; 02:10pm

sung jinwoo x fem.reader

warnings: unedited; a complete and utter thirst post bc i miss jinwoo; i kind of got carried away;; this is potentially ooc as well.

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

you had no idea how you got into this position. one moment, you were simply cuddling up with jinwoo in your shared bed, seeking his body for warmth while experiencing what had to be the coldest winter in all of seoul.

and the next, jinwoo's body was hovering over you, eyes suddenly flashing a bright lilac hue as he made sure that you remained beneath him. a smirk would paint his handsome expression when he slowly shreds up the rest of your clothes in one swift movement, leaving you utterly bare for him. you look up at him through your lashes, breathing becoming more labored as you watched your lover slowly take off the rest of his clothes as well, his erection already prominent the moment he slots himself between your legs. the shadow monarch looks down at you with his signature lazy smile, his grey eyes half-lidded, almost as if wanting you to anticipate his next movements.

he slides the mushroom tip of his cock up and down your slick folds before suddenly impaling you with his manhood.

your reaction was immediate as you arched your back against the bed, allowing your slick heat to take him in. with each inch he introduces inside of your entrance, you could feel the way his cock seems to pulsate while deep inside of you, making you cling to his biceps while sighing.

"hah…” jinwoo sharply inhales upon hearing your breathy moans, leaning closer to you with a sly smirk painted on his expression as he made love to you. his hands would grip at your hips to keep you in place before fucking himself against you, his body pressing against your pliant form in a familiar, yet gentle and possessive manner-

like he didn't wish to let you go.

"hah, jinwoo... this feels so good." you admit to him with a gasp, earning a scoff from your lover as he lets out an almost pleased up in response. he continues to thrust his cock while keeping your hips still, his movements steadily speeding up each time he slides out of you.

even when he remained oh so intimately connected to you, he made sure to have you feel each and every part of him. he slides out of your slick heat until only the tip was inserted inside of you before ultimately slamming back inside, continuing with this sinful pace as his movements were enough to make your breasts bounce in response. jinwoo lets out a low, satisfied hiss when he continues to move against you, utterly obsessed with the fact that you were writhing beneath him at this very moment.

"i know how good this feels... fuck- you feel amazing, squeezing me like this." he spoke in response, his voice still soft but maintaining that possessive quality to them.

filled to the brim with him buried so sweetly inside of you, you could no longer hold back your words when you tell him in an drunken whisper, “i-i love you…”

jinwoo let out a low, but satisfied hum in response to your words, his body moving against you with a bit of a faster pace now. he looked down at you, grey eyes gazing directly into yours as his hands gripped your waist even tighter, "i love you too. so damn much... i'm so fucking obsessed with you."

his words succeed in making your honeyed arousal leak out of you, making your lover groan when he feels the way your walls tighten around him. “you’re so… thick…” you admit to him while caught in the throes of your pleasure, making a cocky smirk appear on jinwoo's face as he continued to fuck his cock rapidly in and out of you.

"hah... you think so?" he asks, voice still soft but with a hint of a deeper, guttural sound to it. the squelching sounds of your eager cunt taking him in echoes throughout the room, making the heat spread across your abdomen and to the rest of your form. you gasp while clinging to the sheets now, admitting to him with a broken moan, "y-yes, you're reaching parts of me i didn't even know existed."

a low, possessive huff left jinwoo’s lips as you spoke, his body continuing to move against you rapidly. he chuckled a bit as you spoke, his voice still soft, but now with a hint of masculine pride upon hearing your admission, "mmm… maybe i’m just that good, then…? that i can reach parts in you that no one else has…?” he completes his question with another particularly hard thrust against your entrance.

you gasp in response to his passionate movements before admitting to him, "a-ah… y-you’re the only man… i’ve ever had, jinwoo.”

a satisfied growl left jinwoo's lips when you told him that you'd never been physically intimate with anyone else but him. it was a fact that jinwoo had already known, but hearing you confirm such things was enough to make a new wave of possessiveness consume him. "hah, damn right i'm your first and only; you're mine."

as jinwoo continues to make love to you, his frantic movements never ceased. you felt little to no pain, basking in the feel of his thick cock sliding in and out of you as his hands gripped at your waist (making you confident that a bruise would form soon from the sheer pressure of his hold on you.)

his grey eyes looked down at you, thrusts becoming almost erratic now-

yet still, he wanted nothing more than to bring you nothing but pure pleasure.

your moans echo throughout the room when you shakily ask, "do you… feel good too, j-jinwoo?”

jinwoo let out another low, satisfied huff of acknowledgement as you asked him how he felt, his body moving to be even closer to you.

"hah... yeah, you feel… so good… so fucking good. i’m feeling good, sarang, really good… especially when you’re making those adorable sounds…" clearly experiencing his own drunken haze of pleasure, you continue to arch your back against the bed, his thrusts illicit even more soft mewls from your parted lips.

the more he continued to move his cock rapidly in and out of your slick walls, the more you felt the familiar tightness within your abdomen, threatening to snap as your nails clawed at the sheets.

"tch," with a groan of your name, jinwoo grabs both of your hands and places them on his broad back, "dig your nails into me, jagiya. let me experience the sweet pleasure with the pain."

that was all the urging you needed you release yourself on him. the tightness in your abdomen snaps, filling your veins with red hot pleasure as you felt your love juices coating at the entire length of his cock, earning a low hiss from jinwoo when his movements become sloppier.

jinwoo’s body continued to move, his hands holding your hips tightly as he pressed and pushed into you. with every movement, he was able to bring out more noises from you, those soft, adorable mewls each time he buried his cock inside of your sensitive pussy, the sound of which only seemed to encourage him more as he held you against him.

after a few more moments, jinwoo’s movements became a little more intense, more frenzied. you could tell that he was close when his cock lengthens and grows inside of you, with jinwoo using the sounds of your completion and the sight of your limp body on the bed driving him insane with need.

he continued his movements, his hold on you getting even tighter. It was as if he was almost going a little wild, pumping his cock even faster as you cried out to him, "AH!" your loud moan was enough to push him over the edge as his cock continued to twitch deep within you, thick ropes of his cum filling you to the brim as you let out a low moan in response, spilling your juices on him once more.

with one last gasp of pure pleasure, jinwoo's body shuddered and shook as he emptied himself within your womb, with an almost guttural sound escaping from his parted lips as you mewled softly once more in response.

feeling more than a little satisfied after jinwoo's thorough lovemaking, you fell back in bed with a gentle giggle and a sigh, "wow, i feel sore."

when he heard you speak about how you were feeling, a low, possessive huff was let out through his lips. he slowly moved himself over you, his body coming to rest over yours, but making sure not to press down too much in case he hurt you. he smirked a bit, still feeling a bit of satisfaction in making you feel so sore after. "oh yeah? i bet you do… you probably haven’t felt like this before, have you? you’re sore in places you didn’t even know you could get sore in, aren’t you…?" jinwoo teases you while burying his face within the curve of your neck, earning a shiver from you when you tell him, "y-yes..."

a rich chuckle fills your ears when jinwoo gently grips at your thighs before pulling out of you, earning a new wave of heat to settle against your cheeks when you see the stickiness of your release coating his limp cock. "o-oh..." you couldn't stop the embarrassed squeak from escaping your lips, earning a knowing smirk from your lover.

a satisfied huff comes from jinwoo when he looks down to see his cock practically shining from the evidence of your release. he continues to admire the way your love juices clung to his member, "mmm, i bet you're surprised to see that too, aren't you? you didn't know you'd be that sticky, did you? hah, i'd feel bad, but i can't really say that i'm sorry about it, because i'm not."

you felt the heat travel through your veins, making you feel mortified as you were unable to meet jinwoo's intense gaze. "gah, stop! you're speaking like a dirty old man."

he chuckles, already laying across your body once more while slotting his limp cock up and down your folds, "what can i say? those cute sounds and expressions you keep making bring out the dirty old man in me."

jinwoo let out another low and satisfied hum of your name, bringing your naked body even closer to his when he continues stroking his cock up and down your pussy lips, earning a soft gasp from you, "why are you still-"

but you were cut off when you felt his erection return, hardening even further before impaling you once more with his cock. you toss your head back in response to his intrusion, feeling your walls cling to him when he continues to fuck you into the sheets.

"why am i still fucking you like a rabbit in heat? i should think that’s obvious by now, baby… even after everything we just did, i still want more of you. even after making you feel so damn sore, i still want more of you… i’m not done yet, jagiya… i’m not done with you just yet."

you bask in the way he thrusts his cock in and out of you, his pace becoming even more passionate this time around, “hah... i feel a little dumb with you buried so deeply inside of me… i can’t think straight…”

he let out another huff in response to your words. letting out a small, teasing kind of scoff. "heh… i know you can’t think straight. your brain is all fuzzy, isn’t it, baby? i can see it on your face… you’re not really thinking right now… you’re just letting me take the lead, aren’t you?”

"yes," you admit to him with a gasp, "you feel so good… so thick and wet and warm hah…”

jinwoo gives you another satisfied huff, enjoying how you described how he felt inside you, "oh? you like that, baby? you like how i feel? you like how it feels when i’m inside you, buried deep, warm and so damn wet… you like it when i take charge, don’t you, baby? you like when i just take what’s yours… you like it when i fill you up…?"

"y-yes!” you admit to him while letting out a moan of his name, feeling your lover grip at both of your legs before tossing them over his shoulder. with jinwoo pressing you in a mating press, his cock was able to go even deeper, making you see stars as you were subjected to your monarch's every whim when he drunkenly admits to you,

“i know you do, baby; you’re so damn good… so good f'me. i’m addicted to you, so damn addicted… i'm never gonna be able to get enough of you, sarang. i’m gonna keep taking and taking… never stopping until i’m satisfied… which probably won’t ever happen…"

jinwoo looks down at you with a smirk, pressing his cock even further inside of you that you were certain he was able to reach your womb before shamelessly admitting to you, "i’ll always have an appetite when it comes to you.”

end notes: send help, i wrote this because i was in such a drunken haze;;; i feel so needy for my favorite shadow monarch 🫠🫠🫠🫠

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!