#jinwoo sung x y/n

[jinwoosungs]

12/03/24: 04:45pm

lovesick!sung jinwoo x fem.reader

notes: loosely based on the hallmark movie drew gooden was watching and reviewing titled timeless love.

warnings: unedited; canon divergent to fit with this oneshot's storyline; potentially ooc; dark content; obsessive behavior; read at your own caution.

alternate title: your heart belongs to me.

sunlight streams through the open windows, painting the bedroom in brilliant hues of gold. dawn had long since morphed into morning, rousing a once sleeping couple back to consciousness.

the husband was the first to awaken, stretching out his limbs as a yawn escapes from his parted lips. wiping the sleep from his eyes, he trails his stormy grey eyes toward the form settled achingly close to him.

pulling down the comforter, he reveals your sleeping figure with your head buried within his chest. letting out a grunt of approval, he gently delves his fingers into your hair, massaging at your scalp, already grinning the moment you began to awaken.

he was the first to notice the smile that was beginning to spread across your features, basking in your sleepy giggles when he continues massaging at your scalp. "h-hey, if you keep doing that, i'll end up spending the whole day in bed."

jinwoo simply lets out a rich chuckle in response, allowing the tip of his nose to nuzzle against yours, eyes filled with adoration for you, "well, maybe that's what i want to do... keep you here in bed with me for the rest of the day-"

he stops speaking, eyes now turning affectionate at the pitter patter of footsteps quickly approaching your shared bedroom. already accustomed to such sounds, you sit up in bed, already anticipating their arrival when your kids, min-jun and sera, rush into your room.

hearing his children's laughter fills his chest with joy, allowing his son and daughter to jump on his bed, eyes already regarding the way his kids cling to their mother. he rests his cheek against the palm of his hand, admiring the way you pressed kisses against both of their tiny cheeks.

"hey, you guys are making me jealous over here."

sera was the first to move away from you, grey eyes lighting up when she suddenly lunges at him, "papa!"

welcoming his little girl in his embrace, he gives her a series of kisses as well, only stopping when min-jun comes closer to him as well, "dad, i'm getting hungry, can you make breakfast?" sera's eyes light up at the thought of having breakfast soon, with her nodding her head in agreement to her brother's words.

"well, who am i to deny my children's needs?" jinwoo was grinning down at his kids, "how's this for a plan: why don't you and your little sister brush your teeth and wash your face while your mother and i prepare breakfast?"

"yay!" both of his kids immediately rush away from him, giving him a private moment with you. just as you got out of bed, jinwoo wraps his arms around your waist, managing to capture your lips in a sweet kiss while basking in your soft giggles.

"behave, i need to take a shower real quick, then i'll join you in the kitchen." letting out a groan of your name, jinwoo allows you to escape from his loose embrace, not moving from his spot in bed until you disappear into your shared bathroom and locked it.

running a hand through his hair, making them even messier while letting out a yawn. he gets out of bed, remaking it as he places the sheets and comforter in place, adding the finishing touches by fluffing up the pillows and settling them against the headboard.

making his way towards the kitchen, he makes sure to make a fresh batch of cooked rice before making the rest of his side dishes ranging from his famous omelettes with sausages and a side of kimchi. with the table all set, jinwoo calls out to his beloved family.

"min-jun, sera! breakfast is ready!"

he strains his ears, trying to detect any sounds of pounding footsteps. yet... when all he hears was dead silence, concern began coursing through his veins. rushing out of the kitchen, he calls out their names again, voice cracking when he cries out to you-

only to receive the same, deafening silence in response.

the room was felt spinning around him, making him stumble before falling to his knees. his eyes look straight into the digital clock settled in front of him, the time reading 0800 as an incessant beeping sound breaks jinwoo out of his reveries-

"BOSS!!"

sung jinwoo wakes up with a start, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his heart pounding in tune to the heart monitor his body was connected to. no tubes or wires covered his mouth as jinwoo takes in a deep breath to help with steadying his heart.

"boss, are you okay?! you've been out of it for a while now! i was so worried about you-" from beside him, jinho continues on with his concerned rambles as he looks away from him to see the familiar blue screen of the system:

[ player sung jinwoo's slumber has lasted for 21 days and 8 hours... ]

"where's min-jun and sera?" jinwoo asks in a hoarse tone, making jinho furrow his brows at him. "what? who are they?"

"tch, they're my kids." jinwoo was glaring at jinho, as if silently scolding him for his ignorance. "and my wife-" yet the moment he says your name, jinho's expression remains confused.

"boss, i hate to break it to you, but- you're not married at all. you've been single the whole time that i've known you."

"that's-" yet jinwoo's words were cut off the moment a nurse enters his room. she sees him sitting up in bed while pressing down on her communication device, "dr. choi, patient sung jinwoo has just awakened, come to unit d501, quick!"

jinho was immediately rushed out of the room, and the young hunter finds himself surrounded by a plethora of medical staff-

without a single sign of you in sight.

{ ... }

the weeks pass by in a blur, with his sister helping him back home. she keeps a steady hand behind his back, rubbing comforting circles behind his back, "oppa, are you alright?"

lifeless grey eyes meet with his sister's concerned gaze, making him force a smile as he gently ruffles her hair. "yeah, i'm alright."

he continues the trek back to his and jinah's shared apartment, thinking back on the events that had happened so far (according to jinho's recollection).

apparently, they had entered a dungeon together, and jinho had simply witnessed him taking on hundreds of enemies. jinwoo vaguely recalls how the system had ordered him to take out at least a hundred enemies within the span of an hour and how he had fought tirelessly against them with a single dagger-

only to feel something sharp pierce him at the back of his head, successfully rendering him unconscious.

that single attack was enough to knock jinwoo out for a total of three weeks-

within the span of those three weeks, he had dreamt of living a blissful and happy life with you-

but now that he was awake, he had long since lost such feelings of happiness.

"you know..." jinah's voice breaks him out of his momentary reveries, "jinho told me what happened, and he said that you... you wished to see your kids-"

"i'd rather not talk about it." jinwoo grits his teeth in response, hurriedly pulling up the hood of his jacket to help with hiding his expression from his sister. it wasn't like he wanted to remain so closed off from jinah-

it was the sheer fact that acknowledging how it was never real put an even deeper hole within his chest.

detecting the pain in his voice, jinah simply nods, walking beside her brother while softly sighing to herself. somehow, she knew that whatever jinwoo had went through truly took a toll on not only his mental health-

but his heart as well.

{ ... }

jinwoo felt guilty for remaining so closed off with his sister that he decided to cook her favorite meal later that night. while eating, he saw his sister trembling in her seat, eyes filling with tears before admitting to him, "w-when i saw you sleeping so deeply, like you were trapped in a glass coffin, i was so afraid that i would lose you- just like with mom a-and dad."

his heart twists even further upon hearing her admission, making jinwoo stand from his seat. he takes jinah's trembling form within his embrace, delving his fingers into her hair, "ssssh, i won't ever leave you... and i'm so sorry for making you wait for so long."

jinah sniffles and gives him a nod, "y-yeah, but, when you were still sleeping... jinho stopped by and helped a lot. he stayed by your side and gave me updates, s-so..." as his sister trails off, jinwoo felt a strange sense of relief at the thought of jinho helping his sister.

making sure that jinah was well fed, jinwoo makes sure to send her off to bed at a reasonable time for school. with all the dishes cleaned, jinwoo heads back to his room before taking out his phone. his gaze remains expressionless when he searches through the device while typing in a single name.

{ ... }

jinwoo and jinho were settled within ahjin guild's new building, with jinho looking over the thick notebook that held an almost frightening amount of notes pertaining to his boss's so-called dreamwife.

"this is the reason why you won't let hunter cha join our guild?" jinho looks away from the pages to meet jinwoo's gaze as he sipped on a cup of instant coffee. "yes, because i am already a married man and don't wish to have any distractions."

"does she know she's married to you?" jinho wasn't brave enough to flat out tell jinwoo how insane all of this was, since he still held him in high regard. after all, he knew that if it wasn't for jinwoo, then he wouldn't have had much success in kickstarting his own guild.

which was why he kept his own personal musings to himself, still doing his best to support the man he saw as his big brother despite it all.

"not yet." jinwoo glares down at his cup of coffee, "it's just... i know it's crazy, but you don't know what it's like to be in a coma for that long while experiencing something so vivid."

focusing his gaze on the dark liquid, jinwoo continues to reminisce about his dreams, "in my dreams, she was so real to me. her smile, her laughter, and the way she made me feel- every single thing about her has been imprinted on my soul."

finally meeting jinho's gaze, he gestures toward the filled notebook, "those pages contain every little detail that i know about her. from her favorite color to her favorite foods, to even her favorite books and movies- everything was written based on my memory of that dream."

jinho heaves out a little sigh before closing the notebooks all while sliding it back to jinwoo from across the coffee table. "you're right in saying that it is crazy, however, i'm stupid enough to follow with your whims and support you, boss."

{ ... }

jinwoo had a meeting to attend with the chairman, which was what brought him back to the hunter's association. he vaguely recalls go gunhee mentioning a new healer that would be transferring to seoul, and how he responded in a polite manner, doing his best to hide his disinterest.

when he steps out of the chairman's office, he nearly runs into someone, clicking his tongue as he wrapped his arms around the unknown person to keep them from falling to the ground.

"are you alright?" jinwoo asks, only for his eyes to go wide upon seeing a familiar head of hair.

"sorry, i got a l-little lost, is this the chairman's office?"

it was at that moment that jinwoo felt his heart cease its beat-

for he had finally found you.

{ ... }

heat was felt settled on your cheeks the moment you came face to face with sung jinwoo.

and gods above, he was far lovelier than you could have ever dreamt of. despite coming from a different country, you remained achingly aware of how a single hunter from south korea rose to the ranks, losing his former title of being the weakest in the world when he became korea's 10nth s-ranker.

in every candid shot you had seen of sung jinwoo, he appeared goofy yet incredibly cute at the same time. sure, you acknowledged his attractiveness on screen-

but nothing could prepare you when it came to finally meeting him face-to-face.

his boyish features were now amplified, with jinwoo standing well above you with his lanky frame. you take in the sight of his crooked smile and how his beauty seemed to be further accentuated by the sight of his sharp jawline.

you kept gawking at him for a few more seconds before quickly snapping out of it with a shake of your head. an introduction was felt settled on the tip of your tongue, yet jinwoo ends up further surprising you when he says your name.

"it's nice to finally meet you, my name is sung jinwoo."

you open and close your mouth in response, asking in an almost dumb manner, "h-how did you know my name?"

your question succeeds in making jinwoo stiffen in response, his outstretched hand remaining frozen. his mouth kept opening and closing, without a single word being said. "ah... well, the chairman was talking about you being our newly transferred healer earlier, that's why i knew your name."

you visibly relax upon hearing his explanation, letting out a sigh of relief, "oh, right, that makes sense!"

wishing to diffuse the awkward situation, you let out a gentle laugh and gesture toward the chairman's office, "ah, so, i guess i'll attend my meeting now-"

a gasp was felt lodged within your throat when jinwoo grips at your wrist, preventing you from moving forward, "wait."

you give him a questioning glance, earning a warm smile from jinwoo, "i'd like to welcome you here, so... would you care to join me for dinner later?"

the same warmth was felt against your cheeks, making you feel a bit shy when you give jinwoo a nod, "sure, i'd love to join you for dinner."

an overwhelming look of joy takes over jinwoo's features, with him letting you go to attend your meeting with go gunhee. "awesome, that's... great."

feeling dazed at the sight of his smile, you knew that the butterflies that kept erupting all across your abdomen prevented you from truly acknowledging the alarm bells that went off in your head, your mind slowly taken over with romantic daydreams pertaining to the famous hunter you had finally met.

and sadly, you would never know the true depths of sung jinwoo's obsession for you.

{ ... }

jinwoo had spent months preparing for this very moment-

and once he finally had you sleeping in the same bed with him-

there was no way he was going to squander it.

moonlight paints his room in subtle, glowing silver hues, painting our sleeping figure in an almost ethereal light. the powerful hunter was unable to sleep now that he had you so close to him-

exactly where he wanted you.

his whispers of your name remained constant, becoming so frequent that the syllables that made up your name felt like a prayer that fell from his parted lips.

of course it was like a prayer-

for jinwoo solely worshipped you.

you had come into his life in the most unorthodox of ways, where his first meeting with you happened during a mutual raid that happened when he first began his career as a hunter. he was barely out of high school when he attended a raid that nearly killed him.

somehow, he had gotten lost, nearly dying of starvation as he was left to rot-

life was felt quickly seeping out of him-

but that was when you came along.

you, with your gentle healing aura and kind eyes-

you, whose beautiful features were forever imprinted within his very mind the moment you healed him and offered him some food to help with regaining his strength-

you, who never once left his heart ever since that fateful day.

you became his sole source of light, using your existence as a means to push him forward when he was struggling so much with keeping his own life together (a sickly mother with a sister who relied on him in the wake of his father's disappearance).

you were the one who gave him the sole courage to face the many challenges that came with being the weakest hunter-

yet even when he was so close to death, your comforting presence never once returned to him.

by then, he was desperate to know all he could about you, and it was during this time that he realized that you had lived in a different part of the world, saving the lives of other hunters in gates that were more prevalent within your city.

but that didn't stop jinwoo's obsession from growing.

he kept what felt like thousands upon thousands of notebooks pertaining to you and your accomplishments, never once stopping his writings when it came to you all while praying for the day he would see you again.

up to the point where his fate had been altered by the events of the double dungeons-

jinwoo had never once stopped thinking of you. and when the system offered him another chance at life-

your face was all he could see the moment he accepts being the system's player.

while he performed all of the missions and tasks given to him, jinwoo had no intention of getting knocked out by the enemy, falling into a coma that left him helpless-

yet at the same time, the fact that he dreamt of you and the perfect life you had built together-

it only served to further solidify jinwoo's belief that you were made for each other-

made for him.

and it was only a matter of time that you would serendipitously appear within his life.

in fact, jinwoo had carefully orchestrated your transfer to seoul's hunter association branch. using the funds jinho had provided for him, he manages to find you, paying off your guild all while convincing your guildmaster to keep such a transaction a secret as the promise of your arrival further fuels his desires to see you again.

the waiting game for your arrival nearly killed jinwoo-

yet when chairman gunhee tells him about your transfer to seoul-

the hunter couldn't have been happier.

upon seeing you once more, he basks in your presence, knowing that you were by far the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. he ignores the need to chain you to him, wishing to take his time when it came to courting you-

because deep down, he wanted you to naturally fall for him more than anything else.

now, six months later, sung jinwoo finally has you exactly where he wanted you. unable to hide his feelings of pure devotion for you, he makes love to you after celebrating being together with you for half a year. after waiting far too long for you, there was no way he was going to ever let you leave him.

had you been awake, you would have noticed the crazed expression settled within jinwoo's gaze, his voice letting out soft coos of your name before laying beside you. he allows the back of his hand to caress at your bare skin, swearing an oath to never leave your side.

sliding his eyes shut, jinwoo carefully places your body against his naked chest, basking in your gentle hum as you buried your face deeper into his chest. hazy grey eyes look over toward his closet, knowing of the stacks upon stacks of notebooks he had dedicated to you were behind that closed door.

jinwoo supposes he could let his loyal shadow soldiers help with burning those books away-

after all, the shadow monarch had no need for them now that he has you in his arms.

end notes: lmao when the delulu is the solulu in jinwoo's eyes ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[pupkashi]

a/n: hi hi !! i hope you guys like this little one shot !! please let me know what yall think :3 <3 not proofread at all oopsies

obsessed with the idea of sung jinwoo, notoriously terrible with names, remembering yours after only meeting once. jinwoo is immediately taken by you, he debates letting himself get injured just so you could heal him.

the debate lasts but a heartbeat in his mind as he lets himself get a couple cuts on his cheeks, smiling as he defeats the beast in front of him before heading over to you. “could you-?” he motions to the wounds and you nod quickly, holding your hands over his wounds and healing them.

“thank you, i don’t think i got your name” he gives you a small smile, stifling a chuckle when he sees your eyes go wide at his statement.

“must’ve slipped my mind” you chuckle, “I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you hunter sung.” jinwoo is looking at you with more interest than you thought he would, biting the inside of your cheek to try and hide your nerves.

“please just call me jinwoo, y/n” he smiles, liking the way your name fell off his tongue, “I’ll see you around.” there’s a charming glint in his eye that makes your knees buckle as you say a small ‘goodbye’ to him, heart racing as heat rises to your cheeks. you didn’t think you’d bump into jinwoo again, coming to terms with your schoolgirl crush that would go nowhere.

three weeks later you’re sitting in a coffee shop half empty cup in front of you as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone.

“y/n, it’s nice to see you again,” the deep voice pulls your attention from the screen, your eyes meeting jinwoo’s blue ones. he finds it endearing the way your eyes widen a bit upon seeing him, a smile on his face. “may i?” he motions to the seat across from you as you nod with a small smile.

“hunte- jinwoo, hi” you correct yourself, fiddling with your fingers as you set your phone on the table, “how have you been?” jinwoo takes a sip from his drink, pausing before replying.

“I’ve been good, what have you been up to?” he fights the urge to ask if you were waiting on someone, a date? the thought alone makes his heart drop. what have you done to him?

“nothing much,” you say, “was supposed to meet a friend for lunch and catch up but she had to go deal with some dungeon” the tone of dejection in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed, jinwoo frowning at your reply.

“im sorry,” there’s a small pause before he speaks up again, “would you like to join me for lunch? I would love the company.” the charming smile on his face has your knees weak again, your heart racing as you look at your phone, no text from your friend.

“yeah, that’d be nice” you reply, a smile on your face as jinwoo sits across from you, staring at the menu. there’s a small pout on his lips as he struggles to find any food to order. “there’s not many food options here” you speak up, “we were gonna just go somewhere else to eat.”

jinwoo’s ears turn red as he stares back at you, setting the menu down and nodding. “oh, didn’t know that” he mumbles. you smile at him, cocking your head slightly.

“is it your first time here?” you question, jinwoo’s cheeks are now the same pink as his ears, as his eyes go slightly wide before closing slightly.

“honestly, i only came in because i saw you in here” a sheepish smile on his rose tinted face as he scratches the back of his neck nervously. you can’t stop the heat rising onto your cheeks, the butterflies in your stomach going insane as you tried to hide the smile on your face.

“shall we?” jinwoo grins, standing up and following you out of the cafe. you thank him for holding the door open for you, mentally taking note of how much taller than you he was.

after a bit of wandering and small talk the two of you find a restaurant, entering and taking a seat. the conversation flows easily between the two of you, you feel strangely at ease despite this only being the second time you’d spoken to the man.

jinwoo offers to accompany you back to your apartment, you give him a soft smile and nod.

“y’know im a hunter too, right?” you tease, jinwoo laughs, holding his hands up in defense.

“sorry, just wouldn’t feel right if i didn’t even offer to walk to you home” the charming smile on his face isn’t helping your growing affection for the hunter.

there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, your hands brushing against one another as you walk side by side. the two of you are looking in opposite directions, hearts racing as your pinkies link, a small shock is sent up your hand. neither of you say anything, jinwoo is biting his bottom lip, failing miserably at hiding the smile on his face.

“im kinda shocked you remembered my name” you speak up, breaking the silence and looking at the taller man next to you. “i heard you’re terrible with them” a small chuckle leaves your lips and jinwoo laughs softly.

“oh yeah, im the worst with names” he admits, his face is completely pink now, and he’s avoiding your gaze at all costs as he opens his mouth and closes it, thinking before speaking up again. “you just really caught my attention” he blurts out, trying to ignore igris and beru cheering him on from his shadow.

you’re a bit stunned at his words, heart leaping at his confession and you test the waters a bit by unlinking your pinkies and instead intertwining your fingers with his. “oh?” you giggle, as jinwoo’s blue eyes stare at you, the panic looked on his face morphs into a more relaxed confident one.

“I’ll admit I had a bit of a thing for you too” now it’s your turn to avoid his eyes. jinwoo smiles, humming softly and cocking his head “had?”

you stumble over your words a bit, “have, present tense” you finally say, jinwoo isn’t hiding his smile anymore, not even trying to suppress the small giggle leaving his lips.

the rest of the trip home is filled with giggles and bashful smiles, your stomach sinking a bit when you finally reach your front door.

“thank you for today, and for walking me home” you say, the two of you standing in front of the door. jinwoo is smiling down at you, eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. your heart skips a beat, not wanting your time with him to end yet.

“of course, anytime” he says, clearing his throat and snapping out of the trance like state he was in. the two of you are quiet for a second, giving him a small smile and wave as you unlock your front door. “when can i see you again?” he asks, a lovesick look on his face as he stares at you.

you can’t help but feel excitement bubble in the pit of your stomach, thinking for a moment before replying. “Friday, pick me up at 6?”

jinwoo smiles, nodding happily before waving goodnight to you, waiting for you to close the door before he turns on his heel. the giant smile on his face is enough for igris to tease him, he doesn’t care, he feels on top of the world. he stops dead in his tracks as he takes his phone out of his pocket.

how did he forget to get your number?

[queenendless]

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A/n: As much as we all love current Jinwoo, every version of Jinwoo is precious. And SO!

All Jinwoos have romantic feelings for you but not for each other cause they're the same person.

Triple Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Adult!Reader

CW: MANWHA SPOILERS INSIDE! SPOILER ALERT: There will be a PT 2 to this one shot cause this got kinda long. So there's that.

BIG TIME What if AU. Angst, hurt/comfort, depression, chronic problems, sleeping anxiety.

NO PLAGARIZING, REPOSTING, TRANSLATING, USE OF MY FANFIC WORK IN AI STUFF ALLOWED. REBLOG, LIKE AND FOLLOW INSTEAD PLS N THNX.

You never imagined you'd become the light of your angel's life. You still have days when you think that it's all been one long dream and you'd wake up back in that grey lonely life you never want to go back to.

But no, waking up that afternoon in your shared spacious bedroom. Rolling in that King sized bed to detect his side had his scent lingering still. But empty. Meaning he hadn't returned from his guild work from yesterday.

The sound of the front door to your shared home opening got your heart racing with joy at the chance to see your dear Monarch again.

And yet, the ensuing situation that followed suit really did feel like walking into a dream. An unusual one at that, sure. But also quite intriguing.

“Neither a curse nor a status debuff, my ass. You'd think these new Monarch powers could undo this side effect?” The tallest Jinwoo grumbled under his breath, brushing back his hair in frustration, pacing back and forth in the living room.

“How are we supposed to be out in public now? Handle the guild? Seeing our folks? Our secret will be found out at this rate!�� Post reawakened Jinwoo griped, pinning you in between him and pre reawakened Jinwoo like a sandwich, to your dopey smiling satisfaction.

“In any case, I'll be the one visiting the guild for those matters. Otherwise, you and I will tackle the dungeons ourselves, alone.”

“H-Hang on! Why should I be left behind?! I'm no male housewife!” Starter Jinwoo whined.

“Yeah, don't kid yourself, squirt.” Monarch Jinwoo ruffled his unruly mop of hair affectionately, his baby faced counterparts pouting and puffed up cheeks proving his point.

“Aw, please don't leave me alone.” You nuzzled his pink dusted face like a needy cat, that got him melting up.

“Uh – I – o – okay~” His bashful smile got you planting a big ol smooch on his lips. He couldn't stop smiling as he swooned over your lap.

Jinwoo #2 glared, a vein popping up on his head. “Hey, it's not fair he gets to hog our sweetheart all to himself all day while we have to work.”

“With no reawakening, he can't level up so he'd be putting himself at Death's door again like before. If even one of us dies, we'll all die and leave our family behind, including our beloved here. And they won't be defenseless.” King Jinwoo explained.

The sight of Beru appearing out of your Shadow got Jinwoo#1 trembling from fear instinctively at the imposing entity when Monarch Jinwoo stood between you two and his General.

“Should any harm come to these two, like getting distracted by your period dramas, you know what will happen, don't you?” The deadly gaze of his King spoke doom for the former Ant King.

Shadow Preservation will let him know the moment Beru fumbles.

“Yes, I do, my liege! I will not let you down! And if I fail, I will gladly accept my punishment! But please give me a chance to prove my usefulness to you all!” Beru weeped before his liege dismissed him, meshing into the shadow of —

“Jinwoo mochi.”

“ … Eh?” All three sweat dropped in sync.

The action of cupping OG Jinwoo's supple cheeks, kneading and pinching and rubbing your thumbs in circles on such pure smoothness had your eyes sparkle in wonder and your hums of content heard behind your smitten grin. The visual of pre Jinwoo's face going from pale to rosey red as his grey blue eyes had spirals of tipsy dazeness, incomprehensible sounds spilling out of his dopey smile.

“You are so fucking cute, I can't stand it!” Your playful growling as you indeed began chewing on his cheeks got his nervous laughs rumbling into your chest next, his heart in overdrive, matching beat for beat with yours.

The steamy blow of air through their noses was one warning signal that the other two Jinwoo were irked — envy molten auras in blue and purple another sign — that baby-faced them was getting your current attention.

“Don't you dare forget about me, beautiful~” Jinwoo the 2nd cockily purred in your ear, plopping behind you on the couch, nipping at your nape, his nose dotingly rubbing your cheek, keeping you struggling between focus on both bois.

“I'll engrave myself in your mind then~” The effortlessly hot deepness of King Jinwoo’s inflection had him gently grip your chin to raise your face to meet him over the couch in quite a devouring kiss.

“Hey, sharing is caring, you sneaky bastards!” Baby Jinwoo shrilled up. Breaking free just to save your deprived lungs, an all out argument between all three ensued, your light headed self slacking against the couch.

The cacophony of range these three voices could go filled in your now lively place.

And so, then began this unexpected arc in the story of you and Jinwoo times three.

Pre-reawakened Jinwoo.

While the other two would do their dungeon raids together, that meant you'd spend most of your time with him.

Stuck at home together meant you teaming up to manage it, whether that be folding laundry to even cook together. If you don't really cook, he's more than happy to teach you. Having his hands layer yours, pressed up against you from behind, is the best feeling. Course he'd melt in a puddle shortly after.

Taking walks together outdoors meant holding hands or intertwined arms as you spent hours chatting about anything, mesmerized in each other's eyes while admiring the flora and fauna of nature.

“Okay, I am the male wife.” He mumbled in surrender, slumping against you, both of you in your casual tees and shorts, binging your favorites together in the living room while sharing your snacks together one lazy day.

“He admits it!” You exclaimed dramatically, ruffling his already unruly shaggy mop to his giggling delight.

“I know I'm not like the other mes… but I will do my best to make you happy. I'll do anything for you. I love you with all my heart, saarang.”

You easily top him over, laying atop him, your bedroom eyes conjuring hearts in his grey blue irises. “Then I'll make sure you're reminded each and every day that you're just as well loved. You're all mine now, baby girl~”

His drawn out squeak was the only sign of him still alive from the embarrassment, slacking in your arms like a limp noodle.

He's the easiest to mess with, all out of love.

Post reawakened Jinwoo, still an E-rank.

You did most of your outings into the city with him. Usually he goes incognito, whether in caps and a face mask or keeping his hoodie on, hoping not to be spotted and mistaken for his S-rank self.

You both did the buying, groceries and window shopping. Your phone gallery was chock full of selfies with you and your bashful grinning hunter.

While Tank became his assigned Shadow in the meantime, he could serve as transport. But only when it was just you two around or unless it's an emergency. Besides, he still has his own speed skills. Hence, giving you piggyback rides before zipping away in a flash, leaving folk wandering nearby nearly falling over from the sudden strong gusts of winds he left in his wake. His cheeky grin looking back at you took your breath away.

Joining him in on his daily quest workouts nearly do you in, your physically ailing limits being the root cause. Your legs turn to jelly as you nearly collapse from fatigue but your dashing hunter lover makes sure to catch you in his arms, holding you tightly while riding on Tank for the trek back home.

While you can openly tease and mess with him, he's on even footing with you, even more so.

“It's a pain to be split in three and not knowing how long it'll last, so having you with me is a blessing. Now tell me, what will it take for you to make me the best Sung Jinwoo in your eyes? Come on, honey, let your angel Woo you over~”

That cheesy pun out of the blue sent you buckling over in bouts of laughter, nearly falling over but his arms enveloping you kept you standing within his grasp. “Wow. Can't believe that actually worked,” He murmured in astonishment, grinning confidently in response. “She has Sung her approval~!”

That got you cackling, clutching your aching tummy, as more puns came your way to leave you a breathless mess that went beyond his expectations, utterly convinced to be more silly from that point on, even after he hopefully becomes whole again.

And Shadow Monarch Jinwoo, the tenth S-rank hunter in Korea and the head of his own guild, is hands down the most possessive over you. The rare moments you get alone with him happen in his own private office when he takes you to work with him.

The selfie of him putting you in an explicit headlock rivaled every single photo you took with his reawakened past self. His vibrant violet eyes on his smug smirking face littered by your lipstick smooches, your blushing squished cheeks, those veins along that flexing bicep smothering your lip smeared shameless face.

Making a group chat with just the Jinwoos proved a bad call when the other two were driven up the wall with envy at their superior version laying claim to you when they weren't around. The stream of emojis from Jinwoo 1 merging with the countless threats from Jinwoo 2 made big boss Jin darkly chuckle in the entertaining response, the mirthful twinkle in his eyes rippling from spotting you red in the face like mush in his big leather desk chair.

Unwinding from the stress of his guild master duties and keeping face with his colleagues and family while also having to wait out however long this three in one problem will last. Taking rides together on Kaisel gave you both a much needed breath of fresh air. Updating you on pupil Jinwoo's progress leveling up although the Gates turn red whenever he joins in said gate all to challenge him. He assures you immensely that he ensures his other self’s safety while sharing the EXP.

“Sharing you with my other selves has been quite the test for my tolerance.” Tugging insistently on his tie, the taut muscle definition of his upper chest peaked out, his neck flexing those veins, flaring his collar out in the process. “However, I am resolved to remind them just who truly is in charge here.” Pinning you literally on top of his desk came just as quick as you did already feeling him brush up against your valley. “Including you~”

Chronic problems plagued your form. Daily migraines, tense knots in your neck, the works. Regardless of which Jinwoo does it, massages always come your way. Whether resting your head on their lap or laying down on the bed, you melted from their shared skill touch.

Of course not every day is sunshine and rainbows. With chronic issues also came depression. Of course, all three dudes come to an agreement on equally giving you space to unwind as well as teaming up to give you all their affection.

Jinwoo #1 gifts you single flowers that grew surrounding your home, placing them behind your ear after presenting you one each day. Home-cooked meals are a given at this point, keeping in mind your allergies and dietary restrictions should you have any. He helps prepare salt baths that you more than invite him to join you to keep your clingy self company. And he lends his hoodie for comfort on those moody grey days.

Jinwoo #2 gifts you during your shopping sprees together, purchasing plushies and apparel to even getting fried chicken that you make sure you have enough to share with all your bois at home. You and him game together when he comes home early from raiding. Although his fatigue relief skill kicked in, he still deflated in your embrace welcoming him back home in the foyer, nuzzling your adorable face like a needy feline himself. Plus, his rambunctious commentary sends you into a wheezing mess, handing him easy wins. The times you did dethrone him resulted in his stubborn self knowing he could do better, challenging you for another round.

Jinwoo #3 is the one most able to give you anything your heart desires. With such influence and connections on top of his limitless abilities as the reincarnated Monarch, he would make anything possible. But considering he was the busiest out of the three, all you really wanted was to spend more time together. He still gifted you the same items as his other selves, but he made sure to include a fancy dinner and a dance among the stars as an inviting bonus.

Sleep anxiety is also a struggle you face. Incidents from your dreary past late at night left their scars. So taking naps now and then throughout the day after sleeping in the morning was your norm.

Even now, comfortably sleeping through the night is difficult, anxiety making you uncomfortable on edge for the unpredictable and unknown.

One step, one night at a time, the secure embrace giving you reassuring squeezes in bed reminding you you weren't alone. Whichever Jinwoo it is, they all are perfect bedmates. Their cooing words became your ASMR.

“Ssh. There there. I'm right here. Listen to my breathing, my heart, my voice. You can rest easy now, sweetheart.”

Kissing your teary face and letting you rest on their cozy warm chests as they rubbed comforting circles along your back, the combined sensations slowly aided in your sleep, however long or short.

So returning the favor only made sense.

All three Jinwoos suffered from nightmares. Mostly Jinwoo #1. Night terrors were his own sleep struggle throughout this story arc. Especially from dreams of the Double Dungeon. Breaking out in a cold sweat, tossing and turning, whimpering and weeping, before screaming out in awakening, heaving haphazardly, desperately reaching his hands out to you, clinging to you like the lifeline you are. Especially on nights when your other Jins’ are still out due to whatever reason.

Singing a lullaby song you heard from a show that really stuck with you helped a great deal in calming him down. Cradling him in your arms, brushing through those sweat matted bangs, your voice was the angel of music gracing his ears. It's too mesmerizing to ignore.

“You're okay. You're alright. I'll never ever leave your side. I will stay and I will fight with you~”

Unbeknownst to you two, Beru's shadow linked to both versions of his master, Jinwoo #3 swoons over your heavenly voice, smiling like a lovesick fool, Jinho silently hoping they finish work early so his big bro can get back to you, his one and only.

“Please don't leave me. Please stay, Y/n.” Your Jin baby's wish gets granted by your doting, utilizing the same exact methods they use to treat your night troubles.

Jinwoo 2 is less vocal when he wakes up from bad dreams. Yet you feel a sturdy heat envelope around you. His endearing gaze grew the more he stared at your peaceful face, his stare blurring from warm wetness, blinking them back before pecking your forehead. “You're my dream come true~” He whispers lovingly in your ear before cuddling up against your precious self, tears actually shed as you return the hug through your slumber, thoughts of you and only you lulling him into good old dream land.

Now Jinwoo 3 is something else. He usually sits up, lost in thought for a bit, before heading to the kitchen for a mug of water and maybe even preparing some food to keep him busy. And every time, he could feel you arising, finding him, and joining him all so he wouldn't be alone. He'd do the same for you. They all would, absolutely.

You can hear the aching vulnerability trembling with each breath he took as his towering frame draped over you, his shoulders shaking as his hands clawed at your back, your very existence grounding him in the here and now.

“Parts of me will never be the same, not after all I've done … yet you still choose me. How did I ever deserve you, huh?” His nose caresses yours, rocking with you side to side, as his submerging look sunk its hold upon your trembling soul. “Y/n, you truly are something else. My safe haven~”

While having three Jinwoos is indeed a handful, seeing every part of him that make up who he is reminds you of his empathy, sympathy, cleverness, tactfulness, and brilliance.

But you too hope that your three darlings become whole again soon.

And soon enough, at last, your shared prayers were finally heard.

The solution to this dilemma?

Well ...

What do you think~?

[thatlotuscookie]

sung jinwoo x healer!reader (jealous / protective hcs)

Jinwoo? Jealous? Oh, Absolutely. spicy jinwoo hcs here

He doesn’t like to admit it, but his patience wears thin the second another guy gets too close to you.

He won’t say anything at first, just watches—his jaw clenched, his fingers tapping against his arm like he’s holding himself back.

The moment someone tries to touch you (even if it's just a casual shoulder pat), he materializes behind you, shadow looming over the guy. No words. Just a stare.

“Are they bothering you?” His tone is calm—too calm. The person backs off immediately.

If someone flirts with you, Jinwoo’s first instinct is to pull you to his side—hand firm on your waist—and stare them down like they just signed their own death sentence.

Doesn’t yell, doesn’t argue—he just makes it very clear that you’re his. And if they don’t get the message? Well… they disappear. No one knows where they went.

How He Reacts After

Pulls you into his arms later, pressing his forehead against yours, muttering something under his breath. You only catch a bit of it. “…They don’t get to look at you like that.”

He’s more touchy after someone flirts with you. Not obvious—just small things. A hand on your lower back, his thumb brushing over your wrist, standing closer than usual.

If you laugh at another guy’s joke, he gives a sharp exhale through his nose, then suddenly pulls you into a mission—one where it’s just the two of you. (Coincidence? Absolutely not.)

Cups your face and makes you look at him. “You don’t need anyone else, right?” His voice is quiet, but there’s a hint of something darker underneath.

You tease him about being jealous? Oh. Now he’s really gonna show you who you belong to. (Expect him to suddenly “train” you in close combat. Very close.)

Some jealousy induced habits

Pulls you onto his lap when you’re healing him, even when he doesn’t need it. Just an excuse to keep you close.

Doesn’t let you heal other guys if he can help it. “They can deal with it.” (Meanwhile, he lets you baby him over the tiniest cut. Double standards? Yes.)

His shadows? Also jealous. Beru hisses at anyone who stares at you too long. Igris casually steps between you and other men like a protective older brother.

If someone makes you flustered, Jinwoo is suddenly very smug—he’ll tease you for it, but only when he’s the cause.

[freaktoru]

Can I pleeeease have some general bf headcanons for Igris x reader? Theres a severe lack of content for the knight in shining armour </3

summary: igris x reader - what igris would be like as your bf. warnings: smut, fluff, just the regular hc silliness. author's note: thank u for the request <3 i absolutely adore igris. i hope you enjoy!

like jinwoo, igris is very introverted and suuuuper shy. get ready to be making those moves baby, because he won't.

he just refuses to believe that you actually like him.

he won't admit that he likes you until he actually has to lol

i actually imagine you fall in love with him without actually seeing his face, so when he finally takes that helmet off and reveals his long hair pulled into a manbun, fuckkkkkkkk, panties dropped. instantly.

but when you two finally (after so much yearning) start dating, igris will truly be the best boyfriend.

in comparison to his very intense and precise fighting style, igris is a very gentle lover.

he is so so so attentive, always keeping an eye on you no matter where the two of you are, and always knowing how you're feeling.

he has a very strong fear of losing you. seeing so much death had traumatized him to an extent, making him overly fearful of losing you.

he's a true protector, having been a knight for so long has instilled that command in him. he lives to protect you and keep you far far away from harm.

despite being very quiet and keeping to himself, he's good at communication and comfort. he's always willing to talk through a problem together and face any hardships as a team.

love languages - words of affirmation, quality time and a teeny bit of physical touch.

he's very articulate and good with his words, but not very touchy. i think he's so used to using his body to fight and protect that any soft physical touch actually throws him off at first, but he comes to love it later on in your relationship.

DO NOT LET THIS MAN INTO THE KITCHEN!!! he will burn it down. he never learned to cook and no offense igris, but don't try to learn, please. do us all a favour and stay away from the stove.

he's just so soft with you in your relationship. he loves to be gentle and kind for you (this doesn't apply to the sex tho. be ready to be bedridden after he's done with you. more on this later.)

back hugs. he absolutely loves to hug you from the back when you're cooking or doing work. he'll wrap his strong arms around your waist and rest his neck on your shoulder.

neck kisses. yeah. he loves it both ways, whether it's him coming up to you to kiss you while hugging you from the back^ or he'll absolutely lose his mind to the feeling of you pressing your lips to his neck.

bad texter. he's reserved, and also doesn't see the point of emoji's or useless texts.

goes MAD when you brush his hair. fuck. he'll close his eyes and pretend to fall asleep just so you keep doing it lol. he's so cute.

if you're mad at him and the two of you argue, he will get on his knees in front of you to apologize. that's just the type of man he is. i don't make the rules.

his favourite pet names for you include baby, PRINCESS (get it cuz he’s ur knight), love

super patient with you. never rushes you, lets you take your time and honestly just enjoys watching the way you handle situations, interact with people and overall go through life.

very jealous. he doesn't like other people fucking around with you. once he got you, he intends to keep you.

very very caring. he's the best person to have around when you're sick. he will sit by your side day and night until you are fully recovered.

speaking of being sick, he's the type of person to not want to inconvenience you so he will pretend he's fine up until this man literally collapses from his fever. fucking annoying. but he'll relish in every moment that you take care of him.

he's okay with pda. not crazy about it but if you like it, he will do it for YOU.

that's his attitude with a lot of things, if you like something and he doesn't he will still do it because he is just so down bad for you.

lowkey an adrenaline junkie. i imagine he actually really loves adrenaline and loves driving fast.

ok wait hear me the fuck out here. remember how i said jinwoo would drive a motorcycle? well he needs a partner in crime. someone to race with. who is that someone? you guessed right. it's igris.

they'll go on late night drives together all the time.

loves the gym. he's lowkey a gym bro. i mean hello, he's a knight so he has to stay in good shape but i think he mostly likes it as a form of stress relief (when fucking you is not available)

fav season is definitely winter. he loves to cozy up with you and really likes playing in the snow lol. (but don't tell beru cuz he needs to keep his mysterious and collected facade up around the other shadows)

he's kind of a child at heart. he comes off as super serious and he's very locked in when he's fighting with jinwoo but when he's with you he feels like he can comfortably relax and be a little sillier.

he screams morning person. he will wake up early to go on a run or go to the gym while you sleep in.

really likes taking candle-lit bubble baths with you. he loves having the two of you wash each others hair.

now for my fav: igris in bed.

this man is kinky. real kinky.

his bedroom energy is the same as when he's all worked up and in combat.

he likes to take control and he likes it ROUGHHHH

this man has insane stamina. never seen anything like it. (i can confirm i've been in his bed.)

he may be a gentle lover but that trait is far gone when he is absolutely fucking you into the mattress.

likes to have your ankles on his shoulders when he fucks you so he can hit deeeeeep.

really into choking and breath play. likes to see you squirm under him.

FACE SITTINGGGGGG!!!! he'll have u sit on his face for HOURS before that man lets you go. he's extremely addicted to eating pussy. don't you dare deprive him.

with that he's a huge fan of overstimulation. can you imagine omfg. "p-please igris, n-no more, i c-can't" you stutter pathetically, your eyes all bleary and hair disheveled from him pulling it while pounding into you from the back. "hmm i think you can take just one more princess" he'd say, his voice all raspy n breathy from going multiple rounds. "n-no" you plead, trying to pull away. it's just too much. he's fucked you out so good on his cock you simply cannot take it anymore. "shh, you're such a good girl, taking it so well, c'mon gimme one more baby" he'd coo, rubbing soothing circles onto the bruises he formed on your hips from how tight he held you. god. i'm so deeply unwell for this man.

he BITES. oh yes. he will bite you alllll over, leaving little love marks all over your neck, your tits, your ass honestly wherever he can mark you up, he'll do it.

huge fan of 69. he likes getting down and dirty TOGETHER.

also really likes to tie you up. especially to all 4 corners of the bed so he can do whatever he likes.

has the nicest cock hands down. not very thick but long and it curves upwards real nice so yk he's hitting that sweet spot in you every. single. time.

now hear me out: discipline kink. he really enjoys disciplining you.

you wanna act bratty? fine, but you won't be able to walk the next day and your ass will hurt. a ton.

despite him being jealous and possessive he likes threesomes. with jinwoo. i mean cmon he’s his main man, how could they not.

overall igris is the bestttttt lover both in and outside the bedroom<3

© @blessedmisery 2025.

[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!

[fairy-writes]

ECHOES OF YOU, HEART OF MINE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Solo Leveling

Prompt: “You’re the most important thing to me.”

Pairing(s): Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Angst, Hurt no Comfort (kinda), Arguments (more one-sided tho), Major Character Death

Notes: I’ll just say this now… I have no idea what I’m doing. Like, legitimately, I’m an anime-only watcher and am on… like… chapter six of the manhwa.

This is a collab! Specifically, with my good friend @straykidsnerd255 :) Her oneshot is HERE

Basically, we both had the same character, the same prompt, and wrote something!

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 EP 11

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You weren’t happy about it, being dead and all. Then again, no one was, at least to your knowledge. It wasn’t as if you had been a ghost before. 

But that didn’t make it hurt any less. 

Jinwoo’s shoes crunched the drab, gray gravel of the cemetery grounds as he stepped through the wrought iron gates. Unconsciously, his hand tightened around the flowers in his grip. Gravestones and upright headstones dotted the ground, but he paid none of them any mind as he searched for one in particular. 

Yours. 

It had been two weeks since Jeju Island. 

Since every Korean hunter came home alive but two. 

Min Byung-Gu, the S-Rank healer. Someone you had told him about before. 

And you. His best friend. His confidant. The only other one who knew about the System because when he was smaller, and weaker, more of a failure, he had to tell someone for fear of going crazy. 

But you trusted in him. You believed him. 

The cemetery was quiet. He could practically hear the shadows within his own shadow chattering until they realized just where they were. Then… One by one… They all went silent. He could feel their unease. Their discomfort. Their distress. 

Most of them knew who you were. 

What you were to him. 

And therefore, they knew why he was here. 

At your funeral, he had commanded some of the foot soldiers to carry your casket because there was no one else. You had no family. You had no friends except for himself and maybe Jinah. And he didn’t want anyone touching your casket because of the guilt he felt. So, he had your casket carried and lowered into the ground by his soldiers. There had been barely enough of a body to be embalmed and buried. 

Tank hadn’t done much; just let out a single mournful cry when the funeral was over. 

Igris stood stoically at Jinwoo’s side, ever the quiet knight. But, he had bowed his head as you passed by in a closed casket in respect for what you had done for his master. What you had been for him. 

Iron seemed in distress, but that almost made sense. You had always joked that he was your favorite out of all of Jinwoo’s shadow army. The funeral was publicized because, of course, it was. You were an S-Rank hunter, for hell’s sake. You were a beloved figure of the community, always kind, always brave. 

He hadn’t batted an eye when summoning his soldiers.

Who cared about the world knowing about his shadows when you weren’t there?

Why?!

Why hadn’t he gotten there sooner?!

Why couldn’t he have gone with you in the first place?!

If he had, maybe you would’ve survived. 

Maybe you would still be here!

He was yanked from his pitiful wallowing by something that made his heart stop dead in his chest. 

It was you, sitting on the gravestone with your name, bloodied and bruised and still in your armor, for heaven’s sake. It was as if you had escaped Jeju Island. As if you were alive. But something was wrong… You were… transparent?

All of that didn’t matter as you looked up, and your eyes met his. 

You froze when you saw Sung Jinwoo appear around the corner of the cemetery, a bouquet of flowers in hand, looking just as shocked as you felt. 

Perhaps looking shocked wasn’t the word you were looking for. His face didn’t change. But you could tell in how he held himself that he was two seconds away from crying. From running forward. From turning back into the emotional E-Rank, he used to be.

“Why are you here.” The cold greeting has his shoulders tensing, and you almost feel bad. But then you remember. 

Blood. 

Carnage.

Byung-Gu dead. 

Cha Hae-In gravely injured. 

And then…

Darkness. 

You had died. And no one saved you. 

Not for lack of trying, Baek Yoon-Ho had tried to staunch the bleeding, but he was bleeding and injured himself. And your injuries were much more severe.

Jinwoo didn’t say anything. He just walked forward and put the flowers at the base of your headstone. 

Dahlias, you realized—your favorite. He had told you once that they symbolized eternal love and commitment. 

It just made a flash of anger flow through you, like the Ant King gutting you before you died. Your lips curled in a sneer, and you tried to kick the flowers away. Keyword being tried. Your foot just passed through the blooms, and you almost fell over. You would’ve laughed at your blunder had you not been so upset. 

The entire time, Jinwoo just watched, something unreadable in those eyes of his that you loved so much. 

But you can’t muster up the courage to tell him that. And now you would never be able to. Even if you did, there was nothing you could do about it. Because you were dead. 

All you remembered was the pain and Baek Yoon-Ho begging you to stay awake before nothingness. 

Finally…

“Get out of here.” You snarl, and he stiffens. 

“Why?” He says, and you grit your teeth. It doesn’t hurt, of course. Nothing would hurt like that ever again. 

“Do I need a reason? Go away!” You shout, but again, he doesn’t move. You feel hot, angry tears in your eyes, and now he looks pained. 

It's almost as if he feels bad, but that doesn’t matter anymore. 

“I won’t.” He says, and you clench your jaw tightly until you would’ve been dizzy from pain had you been alive. 

“And why not?” Your voice is low and full of fury.

“Because. You need me.” He tries, and you bark out a harsh laugh. 

“I needed you two weeks ago! I needed to live! I wanted to survive!” You cry, and unwillingly, you remember something he told you when you first met in a dungeon when he was a nobody. 

“Your fear keeps you strong. It keeps you alive. You do better and perform better if you’re scared. Trust me. I’m afraid all the time!”

Sticky tears run down your cheeks and drip into nothingness on the gravel. 

“You promised me. You said my fear would keep me strong, that it would keep me alive! But I died afraid and alone and so, so scared! You made me trust you, and when it mattered the most, I was let down! You said I was the most important thing to you, and you lied!”

Your fists pass through Jinwoo’s chest as you try to hit him. Touch him. Anything! 

But that is all meaningless because you are alone now. Forever alone and in pain and scared. 

You will forever be—

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, hands going around your shoulders as if to hold you, but they just pass right through your form. It’s as if you don’t exist. As if you don’t matter.

But you know you mattered to Jinwoo. He was one of the only ones who cared anymore. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. I am so so sorry.” He said, his voice cracking in the first show of outward emotion you had seen from him since his mother woke up. He tried to hold you again, to kiss you, something that showed he cared.

But he couldn’t anymore. 

He couldn’t ever again. 

“You have my heart. Now and forever, and I am so eternally sorry for not being there. You are the most important thing to me.” He all but whimpered, and it tugs at your dead heart. You fall to your knees, sobbing, hands gripping your head as you try not to sink into despair. 

“Don’t leave me.” You wail, and he just watches you with a heartbroken look on his face. He can’t comfort you, can’t say anything to make it better. He just has to watch as you cry and cry and cry.

Now, and forever more. 

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Magical Misguided

{Song Jinwoo / Reader}

[2.]

{Magical Girl AU. Aight so, ya’ll know magical girl genre? Cool now add Solo Leveling and here’s where i’m going with this.}

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Placing the heart shaped sticker on the envelope, you hold it close. Nervously glancing back at where Sung Jinwoo sat as he nibbles at his lunch. Trying to find your confidence in the desolate halls on the campus grounds. You fiddle with the uniform before a voice calls out to you. 

“Miss (L/N).”

A familiar voice calls out, you pause in your stewing. Glancing over at the male that stood a few feet in front of you. You blink, before smiling politely. “M-Mister Fairy! I m-mean, um Mister Woo Jinchul… Is there something wrong?”

The male, dressed in a professional suit and glasses stood out like swore thumb. You felt sweat on your brow as he nodded. “We’ve detected a strong presence near by, another gate we assume. Were not sure when it will open, but soon. The Shadow Monarch never makes his presence this well known, keep an eye out.”

You freeze, “w..wha?” You blink, knowing that The Shadow Monarch often sends out his generals. You didn’t know what they were searching for, but they follow their kings command.

Mister Fairy- Er Woo Jinchul sighs, “I trust that you will be alert? We already informed-”

“Yes, I… Understand.”

Mister Fairy- Er Woo Jinchul sighs, nodding to you as he walks away. 

While you understood, you were more focused on the task at hand!

“Everytime I try to confess, something always pops up! But not this time!”

Determined, you straighten up. Closing your eyes, you give a small peck to the letter for good-luck, head held high, you march forward into the classroom. “SUNG JINW-wooo…?” Opening your eyes, you stumble when realizing the boy wasn’t even in the damn room!

“Oh, you’re looking for Sung?” A classmate questions. His glasses glinting in the light, smile teasing. “He just left, why, did you… NEED him for something? I’ll happily relay the message. Even after you disrupted our class lunch period…”

You tearfully eye the other students looking at you like a huge dunce..

“N-No… Um, I’ll go!”

Rushing out of the room, you run into the girls bathroom. Panting like a dog as you hold back your humiliated whines. Noticing the open window, you get closer. Hoping the sunny breeze will clear your mind.  

“I swear he was just there! Did I miss? Augh… “

Envelope still clutched in your hand, had half the mind to rip it apart…

FWOOSH-!

“KYAAAA!!!”

“AHHHH! WHAT IS THAT THING!!?”

Gasping, you watch as a blue and black portal opens in the middle of the sports field. Gapping at the creature, you shove the envelope away calling out your phrase as glitter and sparkles envelope you.

-

Falling onto your knees, you wince at the cuts littering your legs. Eyeing the creature shrouded in darkness, weapon holding you up as your teeth grind together in exhaustion. 

Frills and ribbons barely held together on your costume, you watch it slow down it’s pace. Now standing still..?

After each battle you tried to offer words of reassurance to each general before they slinked away back into the shadows. But something felt… Off.

Ignoring the feeling, you watch as the general moves forward again. Raising it’s weapon about to land a strike-!

“Cease.”

Standing proud and tall, shrouded in a cloak and fine attire. He stalks forward, shadows whipping around him protectively. “And here I thought I told you all to go easy on them…” 

Paying the small shadows no mind, he leans- no kneels like a gentleman. Holding out a gloved hand out towards you, he places his free hand above his heart. 

He tests out your name with ease,  his eyes glowing a bright blue. Grinning almost kindly as he patiently waits for you to take his hand.

You frown, not entranced by his kind demeanor. You were not someone who could be tricked easily. Your heart won’t be swayed from Sung Jinwoo! 

Already imagining his messy hair and sweet grin as you walk with him to his class. Helping him carry his books to his next class.. His body rather small and often labeled as the weakest student on campus! As if! Sung Jinwoo was strong in his way,he didn’t need muscles to prove it! 

You glare at him, but not want to be rude. You take his hand, gripping it tightly in a firm handshake. You don’t release your gaze as he smiles. “Hmm… It seems I’ll have to cut our conversation short..” Bringing up your knuckles his lips, he gently presses a soft kiss. 

He releases you, standing to his full height as moves away. Summoning his general back, he doesn’t look back as the portal swallows him whole.

-

Wincing at the ointment applied to your skin, a bandaged was applied over the cut. Jinwoo gulps as he frets over your. “S-sorry..” He mumbles. “I-I’ll be more gentle, promise.” 

“I-IT’s.. Uhm, FiNE!” Dabbing more ointment on your other cuts, he sighs. “ W-what exactly happened? One of my classmates said that you were looking for me… D-did you.. Need something?”

This was your chance!!

“Yeah! Y-yes.. Just a bit of your time!” Digging through your pockets, you tap them once, twice… They were still empty.

“...” 

Jinwoo tilts his head curiously, confused.

“I… Uh.. Left it somewhere. B-but.. I might as well tell you now.”

Gazing deeply into his sapphire blue eyes, you steel your nerves. “Sung Jinwoo…” You speak seriously, his attention solely focused on you.

“Y..Yes?”

“Will you-”

A phone call rings between you two, Jinwoo yelps. His hands flying towards his pockets, fumbling over his phone as he picks up.

“Y-yes? Sung speaking!”

Soft murmurs were on the other line as Jinwoo nods, even if the caller couldn’t even see him. He hangs up right after. Eyeing you with a guilty look. “I have to go.. Jinah needs me-”

“YEAH- No, I understand.” You cough, scooting away from him as you hop off the chair. Not daring to meet his eyes, “I’ll see you later! Sung!"

You run out of the room, the only piece left of you to show you where in the room at all was the cotton swab that had a bit of your blood on it. You… Didn’t think it’d be best to confess quite yet.But there's always another chance!

Throwing away the used items, Jinwoo cleans up the area before leaving, the sunset reflecting from his eyes. As if they glowed a bright blue…

-

(ANOTHER Silly idea I had! If anyone wants to add on or have idea for this small Au. I’m open to suggestions!)

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

At The Red Light

Pairing: fwb! Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: Mutual Friendship, Hinted Mutual Crush, College Au, Friends with Benefits, Fluff/Angst if you squint.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Alcohol consumption (reader is of Korean legal drinking age)

Word count: 491

━╋。[10:11pm] ‐ Close wasn't close enough. Behind the wheel, Jinwoo drove not too far from Hongdae. He checked his GPS navigation while he gripped the wheel the tiniest bit tighter. It was the 14th. A day of love, compassion, and care. Those three things he felt and more. Though he'd never admit it, you inspired his silent devotion in parallel to his detriment.

Inside Club XX, you downed some shooters alongside your friends despite your parched throat. During this time, you sucked on a lime wedge just as you whined your waist to your favorite song blasting from the speakers. The DJ made announcements over the loud music. Something about finding your other half.

Romantic love, at least, never found you. It was foreign in its familiarity. So close you could taste it. Or taste him, rather. You've played the hand you've been dealt many times, and in return: nothing. Nothing worthwhile. Sweetness from your chaser encouraged licked lips. Would it kill him to be honest? You shouldn't be the one to have to say it. Lust isn't in his blood. Never was.

Glancing around the bar and tapping your friend, you needed some air in spite of the fact that your previous rum with Coke was starting to win. She nodded, then told the others you wouldn't be long.

Between the intersection of Jandari-ro and Wausan-ro, mist lingered from drizzling rain hours before. Bold white stripes of the crosswalk were a neon red hue to then be washed out by beaming headlights.

An icy blue set of eyes met yours at the red light. You did a double take but shook your head. By the time you looked again, the car was gone. You were just seeing things. You had to be. Then your phone started buzzing in your back pocket. Putting it to your ear, you slowly leaned back against the nearby wall.

"Hello? Jinwoo?"

“I know it’s stupid, but I needed to hear your voice.”

You tucked your hair behind your ear while shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

"N-no, it's okay. I just thought you'd be busy tonight."

"Busy? You know I'll always make time for you." He paused. There was slight interference on his end. "But this is different. We need to talk. It's about...us."

"Us? I don't understand—"

"Look up for me, Aein?"

Just at that moment, your wandering gaze that didn't seem to settle met his. Instantly dropping your phone from your ear, Jinwoo took long strides as he flashed you a grin. Something like a somersault happened in your chest the minute you saw cellophane, craft paper, and tissue paper in his arms.

"This was your plan? That better not be a pity rose bouquet. Pity chocolate I’ll take, but that’s it." you remarked, smiling coquettishly.

He loomed closer, taking in the sight of you. What gap there was was nonexistent. There were 50,000 won bills wrapped around the glittered petals.

"Depends, do you love me or chocolate more?”

If you enjoyed it, please comment, like, and reblog!

A/N - Aein is a term of endearment, it means sweetheart in Korean.

Divider created by @cafekitsune

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! <3

[elvinapandra]

POV : you have been scrolling for the past hour and all you see is SMUT

Please...life is lot more than fucking🙏🏻

[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.” 

[jinwoosungs]

02/17/25; 08:34pm

sung jinwoo x civilian!fem.reader

notes: i'm so happy to dedicate my 100th oneshot to sung jinwoo (⺣◡⺣)♡

{ i can't lie, i trust you, i love you, i won't waste your time | i turn it off so i can turn you on | i'll make you say it out loud | i'm not even tripping, i won't stress you out | i might even settle down for you... }

there was something terrifying that came with being a simple human. after all, being a mere civilian while living in such a dangerous world was nothing short of a death sentence.

however, you suppose that was the reason why hunters awakened the same time these dangerous portals appeared throughout the world. humans that had the power and strength to combat the terrifying forces that these gates housed.

you, much like the rest of the world, treated these hunters like they were idols meant to be gazed upon with awe. each time a new gate appeared, they would risk their lives protecting the the people of earth while being celebrated if they came out victorious in the end.

yet out of all the national hunters that existed in the world, you were inexplicably drawn to one that went by the name sung jinwoo. the whole world knew of his perfect, cinderella-esque story where he grew from being the world's weakest to one of the strongest within a few month's time.

each time he would be captured within the glossy pages of a magazine or an article detailing his feats, you would cut them, keeping them all in a private scrapbook while admiring him and using his accomplishments to further inspire and motivate you in your own life.

you keep the scrapbook dedicated to jinwoo on your bookshelf, letting out a huff when you catch your reflection from the window's glass pane. not known to be much of a beauty, you purse your lips and run a hand through the tangles in your hair. embarrassingly enough, you often daydreamed about meeting jinwoo someday, making up pretend scenarios in your head as you basked in the thought of having his kind smile directed at you-

feeling the heat settle against your cheek, you banish those embarrassing thoughts immediately, reeling them in while reminding yourself that hunters like cha hae-in existed. you knew of the rumors surrounding jinwoo with hae-in, and truthfully, such a strong and beautiful hunter was a better fit for jinwoo than you could ever be.

a strange pang was felt on your chest, making you angrily swipe away at the tears. desperate to cheer up and feel better, you were determined to get out of your apartment and explore the streets of seoul for a nice bookstore, ready to bury yourself in a good romance novel while living vicariously through the main characters.

dressed comfortably in a hoodie and some jeans, you grab your bag and made sure you had enough funds in your wallet before stepping out of your home. breathing in the fresh air, you begin your trek out of your apartment complex, carefully treading down the concrete stairs while looking up the closest bookstore.

your search takes you to the heart of seoul, with you walking even deeper into the city before arriving at the store's address. letting out a huff upon realizing that it was across the street, you wait by the stoplight. only when the light turned red did you finally cross the street, eyes shining with excitement and joy at being surrounded by all the books.

yet before you could step on to the sidewalk, the sounds of a car's engine roaring to life makes you stop dead in your tracks. your eyes go wide, seeing the headlights of the sports car coming at you at a rapid pace. your heart sinks, knowing that you wouldn't be fast enough to avoid the impact.

"STOP!" a booming voice surrounds you, and you clench your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the incoming impact-

yet it never came.

a pair of powerful arms surrounds you, and you could smell the scent of his cologne while his hand remains outstretched, managing to stop the car with his bare hands, putting a considerable dent in it. with the vehicle forced to stop suddenly, you were dimly aware of how the cars surrounded you, causing an unnecessary amount of traffic-

your throat was dry, and you could feel your whole body trembling at the thought of being so close to death. lifting your gaze, you had words of gratitude for the man who had saved you-

yet upon realizing his true identity, the words died against your throat, for it was none other than sung jinwoo who had prevented your impending demise. your mind was in a daze now, merely staring up at the man with an almost awed expression. you could feel how taut his body had gotten when the owner of said car gets out of his vehicle. "oi asshole, you just put a dent in my baby! do you know how much money i spent on-"

"this shitty car is nothing compared to the life you had almost taken." you watch the way jinwoo's eyes glowed a dangerous, lilac hue, sizing up the man while keeping a protective arm wrapped around your shoulder

the driver recognizes jinwoo immediately and lets out a plethora of stutters. "s-sorry man, i didn't know it was you. i-i'm sorry for the trouble i caused, miss."

"get on your knees and properly apologize to her." you tremble upon feeling the deadly aura that suddenly surrounds you. not immune to the almost authoritarian aura that radiates from jinwoo's form, the careless driver kneeled down before you, pressing his forehead against the street while apologizing to you over and over again.

satisfied with his actions, jinwoo pulls you away from the scene before meeting your gaze. immediately, his expression turns softer- kinder even as he gently frames at your face, ignoring the commotion he had caused earlier while focusing his entire attention on you. "are you alright?"

it takes a herculean effort for you to maintain eye contact with him, feeling your heart pounding out of the confines of your chest as you could only manage to give him a nod. jinwoo lets out a hum, not straying a hand away from your shoulders as you felt the fabric of his shirt brushing against you. "where did you wish to go?"

you point at the bookstore settled behind him, with jinwoo flashing you a wide grin. "ah, is that so? shall we go in together?"

not even waiting for your response, jinwoo manages to take a hold of your hand, opening the door to the bookstore for you to step inside first. "thank you," you manage to tell him in a bit of a raspy whisper, willing your heart to stop racing.

but alas, not even the scent of newly printed pages could erase the anxiety and anticipation you felt with jinwoo standing so close to you. his fingertips kept brushing against your hand when you attempted to scour the aisles for anything interesting to read. eventually, your gaze lands on three books that had flowery covers and designs. with an eager nod, you decide to purchase the trilogy-

only to have jinwoo gently take away the thick tomes from your hands.

"ah, what are you doing, hunter sung?!"

"paying for these since you had a pretty shitty start to your day. and please, just call me jinwoo." he winks back at you, taking the books while heading towards the cashier's counter. you were unable to change his mind, walking behind him all while feeling like you were in the midst of a dream.

the cashier seemed to recognize him, freaking out while jumping up and down behind the counter. she asks if she could take a selfie with him, which jinwoo happily agreed to. for some odd reason, seeing jinwoo taking a picture with the cashier made a strange pang of envy course through your veins, but you try to bury those intrusive thoughts, simply waiting for jinwoo to finish with bated breath.

a few minutes later, jinwoo hands you the paper bag filled with the books he had purchased for you. a shy smile paints your expression as you held the bag close to your chest. "y-you didn't have to do that, but thank you hunter- i mean, j-jinwoo."

he meets your gaze and does the one thing you have always dreamt of. with grey eyes shining with mirth, his full lips were turned up in a smile while giving you a simple nod, "of course, don't mention it miss...?" jinwoo purposely trails off, making you realize that he was asking for your name.

clearing your throat, you turn away from him and tell him the syllables that make up your name. were your eyes playing tricks on you, or did jinwoo's smile seem to widen in response when he repeats your name (as if tasting it on his tongue)? the way your name rolls off his tongue causes you to shiver slightly in response, and you had a ridiculous thought of how you could get used to hearing him say it more often.

with the traffic and the douchebag's car gone, jinwoo escorts you back to your apartment complex. he makes small talk with you, asking you about all of your interests (ranging from your favorite foods to favorite color), filling you with a strange sense of warmth-

and jinwoo's kindness along with his willingness to save and protect you only serves to deepen your feelings for him. even as you were back within the safety of your apartment, you didn't wish to part ways with jinwoo, shyly meeting his gaze while brushing back your hair, "thanks again for... well, for everything."

a rich chuckle escapes from his parted lips, "don't mention it. i didn't mind protecting a pretty girl like you."

your knees clash together in response to his playful words, seeing his grey eyes take on a brighter hue. time seemed to stand still when he looks down at you, hands being oh so gentle when he frames at your face. you watch with wide eyes when he leans down (albeit a bit hesitantly) before murmuring fuck it as he presses a chaste kiss against your lips.

fireworks were felt going off within your head at the unexpected sensation of his lips on yours, and you shyly kissed him back, allowing jinwoo to delve his fingers into your hair, pulling you closer to him. he dives his tongue within your lips for a brief moment before pulling away, "i have to go, but... i promise i'll be thinking of you, sarang."

feeling like you were caught up in a dream, you allow jinwoo to tilt your chin upwards. he begins to grin at the dazed expression on your face, lifting up a hand to press two fingers against his lips in another kiss before pressing them against your lips once more. you stayed glued on the spot, not leaving until jinwoo was out of sight as you gave your arm a hard pinch to make sure that you weren't dreaming.

still in a haze, you enter your apartment and slam the door shut. sliding down the hard surface, you let out a shuddering breath and bask in the different emotions that you were feeling-

giddiness-

love-

adoration-

and a strange sense of belonging.

letting out a breathy laugh, you take out one of your books and open the cover-

only to see a single card with a message and a series of numbers:

i never believed in love at first sight-

until now.

xxx xxx-xxxx

sjw

end notes: jinwoo how do i love theeeee. what i wouldn't give to have you protect me and experience the love at first sight trope with you 😭🙌🏻

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[pupkashi]

green is definitely not jinwoo’s color // jinwoo figures out he’s a jealous boyfriend

a/n: thank u to the person who requested this i <3 this little micro trope mweheh ,, let me know was u guys think feedback is very appreciated :3 !!!

warnings: alcohol mentions (reader takes shots and is drunk), slight manhwa spoilers (beru mention + his aura being purple instead of blue :P)

sung jinwoo never knew if he was a jealous boyfriend, he’d never been in a relationship long enough to figure it out. sure he got jealous of other hunters, but that’s just because he envied their strength. but now? there was nothing for him to be jealous of, he was stronger than any of them could’ve dreamed of becoming. he had more than enough money, he had his family and of course he had you.

“you sure you don’t wanna come with?” you ask your lover one last time, looking at him through the reflection of the mirror. jinwoo was watching you with a loving look on his face, humming as if in thought before shaking his head.

“baby you do remember i can’t get drunk, right?” a chuckle leaving his lips. you can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

“yes i know, but that’s doesn’t mean you can’t have a good time!” you turn and look at him, taking a couple steps closer to him and intertwining your fingers with his. “it’ll be fun! my friends have been wanting to actually meet you.”

“I have actually met them” jinwoo retorts, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“you said hi and then teleported away like two seconds later” the serious look on your face is enough for him to sigh in defeat, letting his head rest on your shoulder. “plus they’re gonna be bar hopping we can just stay in one spot or come home when your battery is drained.”

“okay fine I’ll go” he mumbles against you, smiling when you let out a small cheer.

an hour later and the two of you are arriving at the bar, music blasting in your ears and a smile on your face as you meet your friends and a couple of their partners. the night goes smoothly, with jinwoo even joining in for a couple shots just for the hell of it, smiling when you bat your lashes and beg him to get you some water.

jinwoo is more than happy to, squeezing your waist and heading to the bar. he was gone for three minutes at most, turning around and finding some guy chatting it up with you. his grip on the water tightens, one of the cups being crushed in his hand. his eyes glow purple for a second before trying to calm himself down, beru appearing for a second and asking if his liege would allow him the honor of cutting down the enemy.

he would be lying if he didn’t contemplate it, gobsmacked as to why some random man would think he was deserving of you. the thought of the stranger even-

you give the man a small smile, laughing at whatever joke or pick up line he told you. jinwoo feels a pang in his heart as he sees you laugh, was he funny? did you think he was attractive? was he jealous? if you were to look at him in that moment he’s sure you’d see green around him rather than the usual purple aura.

“you come here alone? I could show you a great time” the guy winks, its makes jinwoo want to gouge his eyes out. your boyfriend wastes no time in walking over to you, announcing himself as soon as he was in ear shot.

“sorry i took so long sweetheart” he says, emphasizing the pet name and staring down the man talking to you. you were too drunk to notice the daggers jinwoo was sending the man, instead smiling up at your boyfriend and wrapping your arms around him.

“jinny! this is- what was it again?” you mumble, giving the man a confused look, “anyway i think he was trying to flirt with me” you say, turning to your boyfriend and watching as his jaw clenched. you could feel his muscles flexing even underneath his shirt. as shit faced as you were, the sheer anger and jealousy radiating off of him was enough to make you sober up a bit.

jinwoo snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and squinting his eyes at the man. “oh is that so?” he hums, you just giggle.

“see? i have a boyfriend, you don’t need to show me a great time” you grumble, jinwoo’s ears perking up at your statement, sheer rage coursing through his veins.

“you said that?” his voice low and angry as he kept eye contact with the man, who was now trying to find a way out of the situation. the space around jinwoo seemed to be warping from his anger, causing the man’s eyes to widen.

“n-nah man i was joking! im sorry” he laughed nervously, taking a couple steps back and profusely apologizing before running out of the bar.

jinwoo huffs after the man is out of sight, focusing back on you and pulling you into him by the waist. the action makes your heart flutter, smiling widely when jinwoo crashes his lips into yours.

your inebriated state doesnt stop you from moving your lips against him, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him closer to you, a small whimper leaving your lips as he bites down on your bottom lip. you giggle into the kiss and pull away, smiling wider when jinwoo chases after your lips for more.

“easy tiger, nothing to be jealous ‘bout” you tease, swaying slightly and stumbling as you took a step back. jinwoo catches you immediately, helping steady you and leaving his arm around you (both out of support for you and the possessiveness control his body.)

“not jealous” his cheeks are flushed red and he doesn’t even believe himself as the words leave his mouth, “who does the even think he is” he growls, knuckles white as he clenches his fist.

you can’t help but get flustered, the sight of a jealous jinwoo making you swoon. “how ‘bout we get home” you mumble, resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes for a second to try and make the room slow down a bit.

a couple seconds later the room seems to go silent, making you open your eyes and look around you. the thumping bass and crowded floor was gone, replaced by the comforting silence of your living room.

“god i love you” you sigh, clinging onto jinwoo as he helps you to the restroom, a drunken smile on your face as he helps you change and brush your teeth.

the two of you are in bed in no time, and you’re talking about something you won’t remember in the morning. jinwoo is relishing in it, his eyes tracing your every feature and committing every inflection in your voice to memory.

“and you said you weren’t a jealous boyfriend” you tease, laughing louder than you expected to, making you bury your face in jinwoo’s chest. your comment makes his face flush, a sheepish smile making its way onto his lips.

“i didn’t think i was, but seeing another guy talk to you-” jinwoo pauses, calming himself down and looking at you, “you’re mine, only mine.” the statement makes your stomach flip, a giggle leaving your lips as you hum happily.

“only yours my woo woo bear” the nickname makes you burst into a fit of laughter, jinwoo can’t help but smile at you, chuckling and holding you closer. “you’re too hot when you’re jealous, can’t have anyone else looking at what’s mine,” your words catch jinwoo by surprise.

he opens his mouth to speak, stopping when he realizes you were already out cold. he lets out a small sigh, smiling and pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting himself close his eyes and sleep.

sung jinwoo realized he is a jealous boyfriend, a certain degree of possessiveness coming to life when it came to you. anytime the two of you went out, no one dared to flirt with you, not when the worlds most intimating 6’3 man has his arm around you and anyone who thinks of making a move on you gets a bone chilling glare from glowing purple eyes.

you pretend to not realize it, knowing damn well you weren’t any better when it came to jinwoo.

[queenendless]

JEALOUS

A/n: Yall. S2, EP 12 ... BIG TIME love and thanks to everyone involved in making that episode truly a SPECTACULAR~!

This however was inspired by ep 9 and 10 but of course this is its own thing.

Jealous!Jinwoo x Fem!Adult!Reader (ft Baek and Choi)

CW: Jealous Jinwoo and kinda reader too, reader got self doubt issues, petnames, angst, hurt/comfort, brief isekai and self awarness mentioned, LADS cameo, plus steamy stuff implied at the end.

NO REPOSTS, TRANSLATIONS, PLAGIARISM, AGELESS BLOGS AND AI USE WITH MY FAN WORKS ALLOWED. Reblogs likes and follows to support my fan works are allowed pls n thnx.

Eyeing gorgeous illustrations or animated shows filled to the brim with breathtaking characters you could only dream of meeting let alone befriending your whole life was the closest you had gotten to it.

Starting anew in Korea gave way to you seeing sights that you never believed you'd ever get to view in person.

Especially in the world of hunters, D&D becoming the new norm of your day to day.

But you were hit on all for kicks to the jokesters, regardless of your hurt emotions from the mockery and cat calls.

Too bad for them, though.

They were nearly extinguished from existence from the one that did take your feelings seriously into account from the moment your eyes connect.

That being your beloved Jinwoo.

In public, he's calm, cool and collected when out with you. But any and every single unfortunate individual that dares attempt to seduce you, never ends well for them. Only your overprotective jealous Monarch has the privilege of doing so.

Today was no exception.

Mr. Go Gunhee, the head of the Hunters Association, wished to meet Jinwoo on some business at the Hunters Gym. Only to be offered to participate in an S-rank training session.

The aura farmer that is your Jinwoo.

The very same one whose agile movements, swift like speed, and high level instincts aided in his perception of the situation. You rarely get to see Jinwoo in training let alone sparring as is.

Seated on the sidelines as you watched the free for all of him against several S-ranks to test how far he has come. That is, with you in the Hunters gym, he knew going all out could potentially put you at risk.

You were both surprised you could stay, barely being swept up in S-tier brawls as is.

But you weren't worried. Rather, you were narrowed in on Jinwoo's thick heavyweight black sweatshirt riding up as he swerved through Lim Tae-Gyu's rain shower of arrows, revealing those sculpted muscles along his abdomen. Those light gray spray painted cargo pants hugged his long legs in all the best ways as he clashed kicks with Cha Hae-In, especially for his well crafted ass clenching in response. His ebony wavy locks twinkled with sheen as he worked up a sweat flying through the air while running along the giant sized Ma Dongwook swinging his arms about.

Those eyes of Jinwoo's blazed from the combat high as he stole glances at you now and then, widening at how raptured you were at his prowess; despite holding back for your safety, gave him such a prideful boost as his lips curled smugly before easily knocking Ma back from landing right on his forehead.

“Are you alright?” That deep baritone voice drew you out of your wandering mind of dreams suffocating your faint hearted self. The sweaty bare chested man that is Baek Yoonhoo walking up to you from the main hallway. Your face burned at how impressive the guild master of the White Tiger guild looked up close. His own sheen made his muscles really pop out.

“Yeah. Just lost in thought.” Tremors leaked in your pronunciation for your heart raced at sensing piercing eyes aimed right at you and they weren't Baek's.

With the fluffy towel wrapped around his thick veiny neck, he started wiping away the sweat trailing along his sharp face when his curious sharp toothed smile of his gave your insides somersaults. “Quite a heated match here. Hunter Sung is putting on quite the show for you.”

“Oh I wouldn't put it like that …” The unsure awkward drawl you left off on got him raising a brow at your self conscious behavior. Glowing eyes narrowed in suspicion, within your Shadow and from afar. “I would have liked to see you take part though.”

Baek sheepishly chuckled, hints of red dusting his chiseled cheeks. “While I appreciate it, I admit my very best isn't enough to reach his level though —”

Perception works both ways.

Chewing the inside of his cheek as he got nearly socked in the face was Jinwoo's best way of keeping his growls subdued, hearing exchanged word for word through your linked shadows.

“The Beast being humble, how quaint.” The teasing lilt in the new voice joining in nabbed you threes’ attention. “So, you're the lucky lady that has our newest S-rank wrapped around their finger.”

The sly charming smile of the guild master of the Hunters Guild, Choi Jong-in, got you kind of weary.

“I'm surprised Hunter Sung is willing to participate in this little match. Then again, Hunter Cha has spoken nothing but praise of him as of late. She's quite taken by him.”

The rush of clashing against his opponent suddenly became second in Jinwoo's spirit, the shock of Choi's seed of doubt placed in your mind sends the strands of envy intertwining with rage.

Baek bit out, jabbing his irksome rival in the ribs with that hefty elbow of his, those crimson eyes heatedly glaring in reply. “Way to show tact, jackass. Pay his words no mind, Ms. L/n.”

The crumpled frown you couldn't suppress despite Baek's advice grew, spotting the pair now engaging in close combat. Even from far away you could imagine that same longing mystique in her gaze that'd be on par with yours. All for Jinwoo. And only him.

But with his back facing you, you couldn't quite see his beautiful, familiar face. Nor his glowing eyes matching the mana visually seeping out of his twitching fingertips; his tolerance running thin.

“Forgive me for my insensitivity. Anyone foolish enough to let such a rare gem slip from their grasp is the true fool. That said,” Choi's amicable smile still made such mixed feelings stir in your nerve wracked cage, even as he took your hand graciously. "It's truly a pleasure to meet you, my dear.”

Baek clicked his tongue. “Putting the moves on her won't win you any favors.”

Choi's calm demeanor cracked. “Says the married man that approached her first.”

The taller of the two butted heads with the smaller one, literally. “I'm not the one actively hitting on a taken woman, genius!”

“Gentlemen, there's no need to fight!” Being the center of attention in the midst of a developing brawl got your nerves wracked.

Perception works both ways, indeed.

The baring fangs and the flames sparking at the fingertips get blown away by the thick smog of imposing aura that curtains you from behind in an instant. His musky sweaty scent reeled you back, those firm hands squeezing your hip bones quite needily. Everyone's shadows rippled from the King making his presence known.

“I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't fill my angel's head with such delusions anymore, Hunter Choi.” Jinwoo’s minatory words irked the latter just as it terrified them both. Especially when your love's voice warped to match that of an inhuman entity. “Implying I'd leave her for another is unforgivable.”

Spotting Hae-In from out of the corner of your eye, her downtrodden eyes full of ache at her lovelorn self made you toil in pity yet taking twisted pleasure in it.

Auras stoked like bonfires at this confrontation, the experienced hunters glowing eyes widened in alarm from the endless well Jinwoo's own mana emanated.

“You can have your little quarrel elsewhere … unless you rather join me in a spar of our own to settle this dispute.” The eerie smirk on Jinwoo's face startled both men, garnering the other hunters concern of the potential clash, knowing their newest addition could level the entire area and more if pushed too far —

“Jin.” Your voice calling out his name calmed the raging storm inside, him softening at those lovestruck eyes of yours. “It's okay.” He felt your form slowly calming down, growing more slackened against his warm self.

His snugly arms coiled around your frame, humming deeply, before firmly pecking your forehead. “Sorry for keeping you waiting, sweetheart~” That honey dripping tone he purred in your ear had you trembling, a stark contrast from his earlier behavior. “I hope you enjoyed my performance though~” His fingers pinched the plush area above your hips, drawing jumpy squeals out of you, his genuine grin popping out in response to your precious light. “Shall we get going, then?” Your nod of approval gets him squeezing you tighter. “Sorry gentlemen. Next time, then. Shadow Exchange.” The shades of night enveloped you as you were still in his grasp, taking you with him. A shadow soldier took its lieges’ place before vanishing itself in black wisps.

Back in the comfort of your shared place, Jinwoo gave you another forehead kiss before excusing himself to go shower.

Your muscles flared as chronic body pains were your crutch. Laying on your tummy on your shared bed, you spent a good while on your phone, chasing your earlier strifes away by playing the newest 3D otome game straight outta China that had you joining the many other starved ladies out there.

Whether the time traveler, the doctor, the merman, the dragon, or the colonel, you were having a hell of a time.

Lost in the addiction of mobile gameplay, you fail to detect the halt of the shower head running nor the adjoining bathroom door opening up with his silhouette in the frame, drying his wet hair, spotting you smiling at your digital boy toy.

The predatory growl from above that came with a heavy body carefully pinning you beneath his bare torso got your attention finally. Long lithe hands easily pried your phone out of your grasp, scraping his thumb only for your CG favorite calling out to you.

“How dare you steal my angel from me, bastard?” Such a low primal growl, his flashing eyes reflecting on your screen in that moment.

“Jin, it's just a game.” You murmured.

Tossing your phone gingerly a bit away from you both along your plush comforter, he leans off you just to roll you on your back, gulping at how quickly his eyes darkened. His own sheen marbled bode replaces that of Baek's in your mind's eye, slowly heaving those plush pecs and smooth abs dotted by droplets that added to the attractiveness.

“One that's nabbed your attention elsewhere. And after earlier today, all I want now is all your affection.” His coy grin grew as your hands already brushed those drops away while feeling the muscles beneath. “Like so~”

“You know I love you.”

“And the other way around?” He takes handfuls of the comforter around both sides of your head as he lowers down slowly enough until he drapes over your being, his seabreeze body lotion scenting his skin, his sweatpants hanging loosely by those peaking out hips as he pinned yours in between, his face now a hair's breadth away. “You're not the only person alive plagued with jealousy.”

“Master Baek is happily married and Master Choi isn't much my type so —”

“He crossed a line today.” His rumbling grunt cut those words in half.

“Miss Cha still really likes you. Even before I came along.” Your sad accepting smile aches him even more.

“She's just as much a comrade as she is my friend. But I turned her down because I met you.”

“I'm no S class hunter, though. Nor a mighty vessel of power. I don't have much to offer as a hopeless human.” The self-inflicted seeds of doubt were an ongoing problem you still struggle with, more than ever now.

Your choked up vulnerability pulled at his heart strings. Tears trailed sideways from your eyes, wetting the cloth, to which his thumbs immediately rubbed against your already reddening gaze. “You're my passion.” Your fangirling escapades into your interests always grabbed his intrigue. “My inspiration.” You became his biggest reason to making the world a less cruel place for you both. “My heart.”

“And you're my strength.” His humble sweetness earned him your trust. “My courage.” Witnessing his strength amiss his conquests swooned you over. “My angel.”

The shower of yearning kisses littered every inch of your face, your smile now one of relieving joy. Those velvety lips of his suddenly trailed down to your neck, bringing forth shuddering gasps and breathy moans outta you.

“In this version of the story, you've become my light.” The sharp deep bites he began marking all over your neck brought forth such burning longing in you, already wringing through his wet silk hair, keeping him as close as possible. “You have yourself to blame.” His heated breath meets your collarbone before he suckles there until red blemishes decorate it.

“Pardonne-moi?” You quipped naively.

“Your stubborn little self wormed your way into my life. Can't let you be in the company of another man vying for your hand, now can I?”

Tapping his shoulders, you get him to look up at your blushing beautiful self.

“You've filled my every thought, every wish, and every dream from the moment I met you.” Cradling his face in your hands, diving into those endless pools of gray and blue wonder. The plethora of feelings mere simple words cannot come close to truly representing them still retain a chokehold on you but you still try. “I want only you, Jinwoo. Forever.”

You felt his smile against your chest before he crawled up to finally devour that achingly intoxicating mouth of yours.

“Y/n, I'm incomplete without you.” He breathed between breaks. “I know you inside and out.” This feverish makeout got steamy real quick. “Your personal taste, your darkest desires, your type.” Traversing familiar smoldering caverns, tongues clashing for dominance, both of you starving for each other's essence. “You're stuck with me, you naive tease.”

“Likewise, you farming Player.” Your otherworldly knowledge still astounds him to this day.

His dark chuckle got your spine shivering with excitement.

“Going all out would have been another story entirely.” The towel draped around his neck gets tugged off. “I'd let you and only you be my audience for that.” You're puddy in his hold as his other hand gingerly took both yours. “To prove how I alone am the only one worthy to be yours.” Binding your hands above your head with his towel. “For the rest of eternity.”

His hand wandered down your goosebumped arms, brushing your hair before tenderly cupping your already nuzzling cheek, his thumb teasing your bottom bruised lip, and his tongue licked his own in anticipation.

“Now then, my Y/n, we have a long night ahead of us …” Straddling your hips, you already felt his crotch needily brushing up against your own. “Enough to have every inch of you mine for the taking.”

His half lidded eyes glowed again, his other hefty hand resting over right where your racing heart was, beating for him. And only him.

“Shall we~?”

Hearts filled his eyes as did yours for his jealousy is on par with yours.

“Lets.”

[gojosoups]

Gojo Satoru and Sung Jinwoo, just two pussy drunk men vying for your attention. And unfortunately for you, they have the biggest breeding kink.

Which is how you found yourself here, naked and sprawled across your bedsheets, with your legs spread wide open to accommodate their lengths.

You lay sandwiched in between their thick leaking cocks. Gojo's long fingers gripping the fat on your hips as he thrusts himself into you while Jinwoo plays with your sensitive perked nipples from below, his pace matching with Satoru's with each lift of his hips.

The both of them working together in sync, cocks grinding against one another in your greedy little pussy, their thrusts relentless as you try to milk their cocks, all while they compete with one another to be the first to get you pregnant.

a/n: this is probably the worst thing I've ever wrote, but I'm tired and sleepy af so enjoy lolololl <3 longer fic coming soon!!

[freaktoru]

summary: choi jong-in x fem!reader - what happens when you mix business with pleasure? warnings: dirty talk, pnv, unprotected sex, fingering, dubcon kinda, praise kink, reader is oblivious. authors note: this man is criminally underrated. we need more of him. let this fic be a pivotal moment for us all. ty for reading, likes and reblogs always appreciated <3

choi jong-in was a very successful man.

everyone knew this. he was one of south korea's most powerful s-rank hunters, and the guild master of south korea's most powerful guild, the hunters guild. don't be mistaken though, being known as ‘the ultimate hunter’ was no easy task. choi jong-in was under contstant pressure of having to keep up his public appearances on behalf of his entire guild, and balance the enormous workload of being the top guild master in the country. there was no denying it—he was indeed successful but he was also very busy. so that's why he hired you. as his personal assistant, having you around was most helpful to him. within a few days of your hire, you managed to cut his own workload in half and thanks to you, he was able to take the smoke breaks he so desperately needed during his work day and he was finally able to get home at a reasonable hour of the night. it was safe to say that you were his salvation.

you stood in front of his office door, wearing your regular office uniform, holding a thick stack of papers. jong-in had given you a specific dress code to follow when he hired you—composed of a white blouse, black stiletto heels and a dark red pencil skirt. you weren't sure why he picked the colour red for you, but you thought better than to question it. he was paying you twice as much as any other personal assistant positions did so it was important you did everything in your power to keep it. the door finally swung open, revealing his tall frame. not only was he successful, but he was also very attractive, his aura alone was enough to turn heads anytime he stepped foot outside. you knew this well, having been on the receiving end of it many times. he was dressed in his usual red suit and rectangular glasses, his fingers covered in his signature gold rings. his lips were curled up in a crooked smirk and he was watching, no—studying you.

"m-mr. choi you wanted to see me?" you stuttered out the question nervously. you weren't sure why he wanted to see you, but whatever the reason, you had a bad feeling about it.

"ah yes. come in please" he replied, stepping aside to make room for you. you walked inside his office which you spent most of your time in, sorting and filing papers, cleaning his desk and doing work on your laptop from the sleek black couch that stood across the room, perpendicular to his desk.

"i-i also brought the reports you requested on sung jinwoo, i completed them early" you managed to say, trying to keep yourself calm and collected.

"mmm, ever so diligent. good girl" he hummed approvingly, the praise sending a positive rush of blood to your cheeks. you handed him the papers, his fingers ghosting over your skin ever so lightly as he took them from you. “please, take a seat” he said, his hand motioning towards the couch. you complied, placing your hands on your knees to stop your legs from bouncing nervously. he sat himself down in an armchair across from you, placing his elbows on his knees and leaning his chin into his folded hands.

"you look nervous" he chuckled lightly, his eyes still fixed on you. you blushed, averting your eyes from his piercing gaze. "i'm just worried that you're not satisfied with my work sir" you admitted, looking down at your hands. it was true—despite his occasional praises and wide smiles, he was a perfectionist, he liked things done a certain way and he certainly made sure his employees knew that.

"you know," he started, leaning back in his arm chair, crossing his ankle over his leg "i've never kept an assistant for longer than two months at a time" he finished, smiling. a few moments later he added, "do you know why that is?"

"i-i'm not sure. how come?" you replied slowly, unsure of what was coming for you next. he was full of surprises— never quite saying what he meant, often leaving you with more questions than answers.

"because if there's one thing i despise, it's people who work less efficiently than me" he replied casually, observing you, waiting to see how you'll react. there it was again—his puzzling demeanor that never failed to keep you on your toes.

"i-i'm sorry, i'll do my best to get things done faster and—"

"ah ah, i didn't say that about you did i?" he clicked his tongue, cutting off your restless rambling. you felt your mouth zip shut, resolving to let him finish before you made any further assumptions.

"as i was going to say, you're different" he stated simply. you waited for him to elaborate because this could have meant anything, good or bad. "you're so good you know? perfect really. in all your time here you've made maybe one or two mistakes, all within your first week of work" he continued, "and that's exactly what i like about you" he finished carefully. he held your gaze, watching you fidget nervously. his words sent a warm rush of pleasure through your body, which settled low in your core. a semblance of hope returned to you—maybe you were going to keep your job after all.

before you had a chance to thank him for his praise, he asked, "tell me y/n, do you like working for me?" shifting the conversation. your eyes widened at the question. choi jong-in was a very generous employer to say the least. not only did he pay you more than any other job you’ve had, but he frequently bought you lunches without even asking, brought you coffee in the morning, and praised you like you’ve never been praised before. yes, generous he was.

“of course, you’re very kind and i’m treated better here than any other job i've had in the past so, thank you" you replied softly, hoping that he intended to keep you employed. he stood up from his armchair abruptly, and plopped himself down right beside you on the couch. you shifted nervously, waiting for his next move.

“you’re a sweet girl aren’t you?” he asked, his velvety voice alone enough to have you pressing your thighs together. and what a sweet girl you were. always so attentive and eager to please. you had everything done on time if not early, always complying with all of his requests and doing your best to make yourself useful to him. you blamed it all on his commanding presence but deep down you knew that there was more to it. you craved his attention, wanting nothing more than to hear sweet praises dripping from his lips when you did something right.

“i try my best” you replied, your voice shallow and breathless. when did it get so hot in here?

“you know what i’d like to know?” he asked, but before he let you answer, he continued, “i'd like to know what sweet girls like you look like when they come undone” he whispered, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. the air was thick with tension and somehow his lips found themselves mere inches from yours—you hadn’t even noticed how close he was to you until now. you felt heat pool in your lower stomach which you quickly noticed took form in the slick that coated your panties.

"s-sir" you uttered, no longer worried about your employment, your thoughts now clouded with excitement and lust. you hadn't realized how badly you actually wanted him until now. all those stolen glances in his office, the praises, the lunches, it wasn't just because he was being nice.

and that's when you felt the tension snap. his lips quickly met yours, kissing you with a hunger you somehow knew only you could have cured. you eagerly kissed back, allowing his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth. how you'd go back to being boss and assistant after this? you didn't know. but in this moment nothing mattered but the feel of his soft, warm lips on yours. he tasted faintly of mint and cigarettes—as expected from a chainsmoker like himself.

jong-in broke the kiss momentarily. he stood, taking his blazer off and rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his expensive golden watch. this man really did love luxury. the sight had you practically drooling. you unbuttoned a few buttons of your blouse in a pathetic attempt to escape the heat but you had a feeling this stifling heat would remain as long as a choi jong-in— a fire mage type hunter, was in your presence. you gasped when he lifted you easily, your legs wrapping around his torso as if on instinct. he walked you over to his desk, placing you down rather gently so you were sat on display for him, instantly squeezing your thighs together at the realization of how you looked, embarrassed to be in such a position in front of your boss. "ah ah, don't shy away from me" he cooed, gently tapping your thigh with two fingers, making you open your legs reluctantly.

and before you knew it, his lips were back on yours, claiming your mouth as his. you felt his fingers travel up and down your thigh, eventually reaching your soaked panties. "oh? if i had known you were this much of a slut i would have done this a lot earlier" he teased, pushing your panties aside and coating his slender fingers in your slick. "s-sir—ah" you moaned right before he pushed two ringed fingers inside of you while continuing to rub your sensitive clit with the pad of his thumb. you whimpered at the feeling, throwing your head back in pleasure, letting him play with you however he pleased.

he was pushing you close to the edge. you felt the buildup in your core waiting, begging to be released. "please, sir—ah, i'm going to cum" you whined, relishing in the pleasure he was giving you with just two of his fingers. "mmm, no you won't. not like this" he practically purred, a smirk of satisfaction plastered on his face. he pulled his fingers out of you right before you could finish, leaving you high and dry. "why not?" you asked while exhaling shaky breaths. you couldn't believe that choi jong-in, your boss, had you all worked up from just his fingers. "you'll see" he replied simply, once again leaving you questioning his true intentions.

he put one hand on your waist and the other on your shoulder, slowly pushing your back down on the desk and leaning over you. that's when you understood exactly what he meant. you gasped as he started placing soft, wet kisses down your neck, and unbuttoning your blouse to reach your chest. you closed your eyes shut, letting out soft mewls of pleasure as he wrapped his lips around your left nipple, licking it, sucking it, and kissing the soft skin around it. you felt an overwhelming need for him, from the teasing and edging earlier to this. you were unable to contain it any longer. "please sir, i need more" you keened, hoping he understood what 'more' meant. "more what? use your words sweetness" he murmured against your skin. "i need you inside me, please sir" you managed to utter, your cheeks flushing pink.

he removed his mouth from your tits, lifting his head to look at you through half lidded eyes. he chuckled, and without another word, he wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him, where he stood at the edge of the desk. he lifted your skirt, bunching it up around your waist so he had better access. you propped yourself up on your elbows, wanting to admire him a little more. you felt another wave of pleasurable heat wash through you, settling in your already soaked panties at the mere sight of him unbuckling his belt. his eyes lingered on you, studying your reactions to his every move. he let the belt drop to the floor, moving to unbuckle his pants. your eyes widened at the sight of his hardened cock, wondering how all of that was going to fit.

"are you ready baby?" he asked softly, hovering over you and slowly prodding your dripping entrance with his cock. you whimpered, bucking your hips impatiently. "so impatient" he muttered, slowly sliding his cock into your hole, filling every inch of you. "nngh sir—" you moaned, arching your back off the desk, trying to adjust to his girth. but he didn't move, and he wouldn't move until he heard his name roll off your tongue. "sir is used for business. does this—" he thrusted into you once making you gasp with pleasure, "feel like business to you?" he asked, smiling coyly. "n-no" you stammered. "what's my name?" he demanded, standing still, his cock buried deep inside you while he waited for his answer. "mr. choi" you replied, hoping that was what he wanted to hear. spoiler alert, it wasn't. "wrong." he thrusted into you again, making you suck in a sharp breath. "jong-in" you mewled at the pleasurable sensation of his dick hitting your sweet spot.

and that was what made him snap. the swore that the sound of his name on your lips was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. he pulled out slightly before slamming into you, making you cry out. he began pounding into you, one hand gripped your waist so hard you felt bruises forming and the other closed around your neck, choking you lightly. the feeling of the cold metal of his rings was a divine contrast for your burning skin. "fuck sweetness— you feel so good" he rasped, quickening his pace. his hair was messy, and his glasses had slid down his nose— the sight was purely erotic. you felt a flame ignite between your thighs, feeling yourself approaching your climax yet again, hoping that he would let you finish this time. "jong-in" you moaned breathlessly, unable to formulate a full sentence. "i know baby—fuck i'm gonna cum" he groaned, feeling his dick twitching with need inside of you. "ah—" you cried out, body going still as you finally felt the sweet release you were waiting so patiently for. jong-in followed, eyes shut and head hanging low, breathing heavy breaths while he finished inside of you.

as you came down from your high, your mind had started to clear and it finally dawned on you. oh my god. you had just fucked your boss, who was also the guild master of the most well known guild in the country. oh fuck. jong-in finally pulled out, buckling himself back up. he looked over at you, admiring the sight of you laying on his desk all fucked out—a sight he’d been waiting too long to produce. you sat up, looking up at him. he lifted a hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb lightly over its soft flesh. “good girl, you did so well for me” he praised, his words enough to make you melt. you really did have a thing for praise. “thank you” you mumbled shyly, unsure of how things would be after this. nothing could be the same after sex this good. he tapped your cheek lightly before dropping his hand back to his side, walking across his office to his private bathroom. he spent a few minutes in there and stepped out, holding a wet, warm towel which he used to clean you up.

the stark contrast between how rough he’d been during the sex and how gently he was cleaning you up made your head spin. would he fire you now? was it good enough for him? was he going to do it again? “stop thinking so much” he muttered, pulling you back from your thoughts. “huh?” you asked, worried that you were speaking out loud the whole time. “you have that frown on your face. i’ve noticed you frown that way when you’re overthinking something” he explained. wow, he really was attentive. “sorry” you mumbled in response, still worried about your future at the guild and your future with him.

he finished cleaning you up and you slid off the desk, shocked to find that your heels had stayed on during this whole process. your feet hurt, so you opted to take them off, your height shortening by about 4 inches. he seemed even taller now. jong-in wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and leaned down. he kissed you softly, gently, reassuring you with just his lips. he pulled away, smiling, and said “now sweetness, tell me about those reports you brought in”. looks like you were keeping the job after all.

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