#sung Jin woo smut

[queenendless]

ARISE

A/n: As we are now in a new year, time to write on some new fandoms.

Rewatched S1 dubbed — and yes Aleks Le as Sung Jinwoo is the reason why cause he's so damn fine~! Listen to his voice as you read this, I insist! I just need to get my Sung Jinwoo fix. Therefore—

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x F!Adult!Reader

CW: Explicit 21+ MATURE content inside. SOME SPOILERS but not much. Morning smut, implied mentions of suicide, reader got reincarnated as a humanoid magic beast and serves Jinwoo now.

DON'T PLAGARIZE, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY FANFIC WORK. Rather reblog like and follow pls n thx.

"Wakey wakey." That teasing low purr in the crook of your neck had you giggling tiredly as the ticklish sensation pulled you out of slumber. Spooning you from behind, his legs entangled with yours, Jinwoo breathes in your scent, sucking tenderly. Taking his enormous hand that rested on your hip into yours, just to play with his fingers, made him smile.

“Don't go.” You murmur, raising that hand to brush petal soft pecks to his knuckles.

"Come on, now. I gotta get ready." His slurred gruffness were telltale signs he was in no hurry.

"The world is your kingdom now, Jinwoo. It'll still be there tomorrow." Your reassurance meant you curled further into your side of the bed, the tendrils of slumber creeping back in. His deep chuckle trailed butterfly pecks from your cheek, down the pane of your neck, then up to your ear. "Stay here with me, please."

"Even the Shadow Monarch needs to lead his guild." His words were one thing. His wandering hands were another story. "But, if you rather keep me in bed all day, I suppose you could persuade me." His very presence chased away the bitter freezing loneliness you were accustomed to, submerging you in his comfortable burning embrace.

"God, you're something else." You turned in his grasp, finally able to face him and shower him with your smooches, such smitteness brought warmth blooming within him. Not to mention his bulge rubbing against your crotch sent sparks shooting through you both.

Flashes of memories surfaced in your mind. Such a whiplash it is that the most powerful hunter in this world that you personally witness slaughtering every beast and human that dares stand in his way, soaked in their blood, could be the very same man that held such requited smoldering endearment for you.

The butterflies and flips occurring inside from every gaze, touch and word given are always worth it.

"God has been long gone from this world ... just Rulers and Monarchs now ... and yours is beside himself. To think his favorite beast on the streets ... is a lamb in the sheets~" That rumbling deep voice roughly heaved in between kisses. Opening your mouth so willingly had him grinning against you as his velvety tongue entangled yours, lost in the thralls of the passionate dance within. “My favorite~”

His sculpted hands slithered underneath your top, lightly brushing up against your sides, then your tummy. One hand stayed to fondle your cushiony mounds; he never gets tired of feeling you up.

"A human from another world ... reborn as a humanoid magic beast." Pinching, pulling and rubbing your pearls between his long sly fingers had you melting as your muffled mewling grew frequent. “Failed by those closest to you, abandoned to that pain and fear … a kindred soul.”

His other sly hand slips under your undies, cupping your dripping sex. Your moaning had him smirking as he nibbled your bottom lip in tune with his thumb insistently rubbing your clit and the tips of his fingers brushing around your cunt. "Isn't this what you wanted? To be touched by me? Your beloved King?"

"Mmm yes~" His voice always got you going, especially when those four fingers filled you up well, curling and scissoring in their trek straight to your burning core. "Aaah~" Your hips rutting into his hand got him bricked up through his sweatpants. "Nngh~" Wringing your hands through those dark messy locks and stroking along his shaved undercut got him trembling, all to reel him in and keep you as grounded as you could currently be in your haze filled state. "Don't stop~"

"So touch starved." Your sharp gasp was the sign he reached your bundle of nerves, prodding it with such vigor, stuffing you right up to his wrist, lathered up in your cream. “To let me be the first and only one to shower you with such devotion ... I'll forever be grateful for that blessing." Tears of ecstasy leave your e/c eyes and he kisses them away, his ebony bangs tickling your moaning burning face, the flames of passion stoked for you as you come undone. "My Queen~"

His creamy hand then pulled right out of your valley, leaving you desperately wanting him to fill up your emptiness. Your faith got restored, however, as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, revealing the chiseled marble sculpture that is his physique.

He knows the sight alone makes your mouth water. Your hands traversed the panes of his soft firm pecs, that thick neck, those broad shoulders, even these sculpted biceps that flexed as his daily tasked push ups came with the added benefit of pushing down to your laying form, being enthralled by your rewarding kisses. Such reliable stability beneath that lean stature of resilience.

Your own eyes burned with the glow of enchantment, the image of who he used to be versus who he has become reminded you of yourself. How the physical and mental scars that plagued your old life for years on end shaped you into who you have become. A magic beast serving the Shadow Monarch. What a pairing.

His cream coated hand slips under his own waistband, pulling his beast free from its confines, using your cum as his lube to be more prepared.

His other hand cupped under your knee, draping your leg over his shoulder. "Wouldn't you rather I give you tongue~?" That low toned growl already got your other leg willingly draped over his other broad shoulder already as that mouth sunk into your wet folds.

“Yes love~!” Ripping such a concupiscent symphony outta your mouth. His other hand couldn't help but jack off to your venereal cries. The scorching presence his mouth gave as the starvation had him ravaging, suckling as much as making out with your now squirting folds.

His cheeks filled with your essence, dexterously aiming his tongue to drive you further up the tower of sins. Your spasming hips only buried his face deeper in, inhaling your scent as his nose got pushed in your pubes, his light yet sturdy weight. Those lidded silver eyes flashed violet as their predatory gaze marveled in your sweaty flushed expressions due to his ravenous gorging, your voice shrieking as you unloaded, his creamy covered lips curling swallowing gratefully.

“You're truly decadent.”

Your body and soul trembled in anticipation for what's to come; your legs falling off his shoulders to hug his firm hips. So did him, leading his dick slowly into your loosened yet smothering grip. "Let me make love to you." He grunted, you sucking him up as greedily as his cock started into the slow steady rhythm stroking your creamy grip.

“Fuck me! Please~! Don't stop~! Don't ever stop!” Your unhinged shouts of passion hit his ear as you hugged his neck, his own hot breath hitting your shoulder as he picked up the lace into the feverish fueled tapping; skin squelching and smacking noises bouncing off the walls.

“Fuck~! You’re heaven incarnate~!” Your sob filled yell riled up his necessity to bust his nuts in you even more. His feral groans in response had you squeezing him in a vice state, marking the side of his neck into a bruising suck, drawing scratches along his chiseled shoulder blades.

His own fingers dug into your rolling hips, finger shaped bruises painting your skin in kind, while his sharp teeth marked along your shoulder and neck, marking you as his and his alone, raising you further to the apex.

“I’ll fuck you until the world ends. This needy pussy deserves to be ravaged every waking moment. Every inch of you is mine to worship. Your beautiful womb filled up with my seed. That's my dream. To have you as my wife. To raise a family together. To make you Mrs. Sung!”

“Yes, Jin~! Yes~!” Your choked up agreement got lost in the sloppy, tongue filled kisses as you came a third in a row, making a cum circle around his shaft, painting his rippling thighs and the once pure sheets.

Your orgasmic greeting met with his, shooting right into your womb quite thickly, lifting you in his shredded grasp, externally and internally. Thrusting his still oozing libido into your heavenly valley like a madman to chase that euphoric high.

Your head limply rested on his shoulder like a pillow, fatigued mewls spilling out as the burning weight of his essence settled into your abdomen. Carefully setting you down on the bed, Jinwoo collapsed on his side, heaving slowly and deeply, his dazed eyes gazing at yours, glowing radiantly as the sunlight slipping in outlined your form.

Still submerged in you, now limp dicked, his muscular arm draped over you, pulling you both closer, all to have you curling into his slickened torso, breathing in your intermingled scent.

“Now call in sick.” Your weak request got him chuckling deeply.

“I will in a bit.” Curling your cascading hair through his fingertips, he caressed your pretty head, allowing the tranquil silence to linger.

“I love you, Y/n. So damn much. Thank you for being in my life, in this moment, and for the rest of our reign to come.” His whole being enveloped you in his bear hug of an embrace, drawing in your shared taste through an endearing kiss.

“I love you too, Jin. So damn much.” Your voice fluttered from the swelling of emotion taking hold on your heart, as you couldn't help but fall into the routine of peppering smooches all over that beautifully precious face of his.

“I'll love you. In this life and the next. Until the end of it all.” He vowed to you as you succumbed to sleep once again, smiling softly at your face, kissing your sweet lips once more before reaching out behind him for his phone, sending a quick text to Yoo Jinho about his impromptu work absence. His brother in arms was A-okay about, already suspecting fooling around with you being the reason why.

Jinwoo's next text was him dubbing Jinho as his best man at your upcoming wedding, already looking forward to seeing you on that sacred day, followed up by quite the steamy honeymoon.

He was already anticipating your future together, basking in the early morning, setting his phone aside as it filled with the following texts of congrats and excitement from his little bro, before joining you in the confines of dreams, cocooned in your shared comfy warmth, watched on by his shadow army in the corner, silently cheering for their master’s engagement with their future Queen Regnant.

[tiredmamaissy]

I feel like rereading & watching solo leveling but I know that will only result in some filthy Sung Jin-woo smut 🥲 are we down for that? I dunno guys at this point I’m debating to make a new account for anime smut ??

[queenendless]

It happened.

ARISE

You're welcome.

SUNG JINWOO ‣ SOLO LEVELING E5: A Pretty Good Deal

bonus:

[deathc-re]

your older!bf who has really opened your eyes to the world of mature men. who truly listens when have a complaint and works to fix it. who shows you that he adores you, even in his own strange way. who goes out of his way to spoil you and pamper you; who always makes sure you have the best of the best.

older!bf who literally is the best sexual experience you've had in your whole life. who does things you didn't even think were possible. who makes you feel levels of pleasure you'd only read about until this point. who pays such close attention to ever twitch and flinch and gasp and abuses ever spot that brings you pleasure. who reaches places so deep inside that you're surprised feels good instead of painful. who goes above and beyond with aftercare, making you feel so safe and secure. who makes sure you're well feed and clean, your favorite show or song playing as he cuddles you close.

older!bf who wastes no time to show you off and shower you in praise. who compliments every aspect of you, some you didn't even notice about yourself. who respects and knows you as a person. who is secure enough in himself and the relationship to know that even tho you're together, you're your own separate people and is fine with it.

older!bf who is protective of you and takes the extra measures to make sure you're safe in every situation he can, no matter what.

older!bf who loves you :(

LAW, corazon, sir crocodile, bakugo, aizawa, FAT GUM, sung-jin woo, andy, GETO, and my man <3

[lexsssu]

Tender (Sung Jinwoo)

TAGS: Alpha!Jinwoo/Omega!F!reader, a/b/o, knotting, spooning, breeding, impregnation,drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

If there is one thing that S-rank Hunter isn’t known for, it’s tenderness.

For what use is such softness when he must traverse the treacherous dungeons to subjugate monsters and demons beyond human comprehension? 

Just as they would have no remorse feasting on his flesh and grinding his bones, so must bear the same ruthlessness, if only so he could return home to his waiting family. 

But once the door is closed, he removes that brutality as easily as one would take off a coat the moment they get home from work. 

How can a man who lifts his child high up in the air before pressing a kiss to their forehead be the same man who rips and tears through unholy hordes on an almost daily basis?

And while his movements were desperate as he rutted into you in the wee hours of the night once your son is tucked into bed, there is no savagery in the way his lips and hands worship your body. 

How could he not when you are perfection incarnate?

“All this for me? You’re spoiling me too much…” Jinwoo sighs into your neck, blowing hot air against the mark that marred your smooth skin as he spooned you.

And with his knot locking you both together with the promise of new life being formed within your womb, your alpha purred lowly at the subtle change in your scent. 

[theanimekid]

Betrayal/ The Veil of Shadow found the new ruler

Synopsis: Love is not eternal, betrayal; cuts deeper than a scar. Now you'll be harmed no longer. You'll be loved once more. Embrace destiny, walk the veil, and rule as a Dark Queen.

Warnings: Monster, angst, sci-fi, blood, betrayal, heartbreak, death,

Shadow owes its birth to light- John Gay

“Love isn’t soft like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.” ― Stephen King, The Body

A/n: This will be about two or three chapters long, so grab some coffee, a blanket, and a couple of tissues, make that a couple boxes of tissue

Chapter 1: The Beginning and End

You will never feel pain again. You'll never feel hurt or suffering. You… will never experience betrayal… for now it was the last time… the last straw.

The Strom fumed in spikes of crimson and light-blue lighting. The chaos of thunderstorms rumbled the sky, buildings of merged flesh and bone carved into each like a deathly art, screams were heard for miles, screeching of the bats not living nor dead. As their dark sparks waved into the night. You stood, outside of your castle, watching the depths below, your body shrouded in mystery and despair. Your veil flew with the wind, eyes cold-hearted, broken no more, vengeance craving for suffering. Skin darker than a shade of navy blue. The might of the doors opened slowly, and a black substance moved within. It was quick and swift. Faster than the human eyes can catch.

It soon emerged with its fingertips skimming fingertips. Its purple hood covered its top face. He spoke in a canny yet diabolical fashion. "My Empress... the time has come," It said, As it played with its fingertips rhythmically. You turned to look at your advisor, your eyes sharpened, lowly. " Already?" You asked in a heartache and pitied tone. " I'm afraid yes, a newcomer has been seen in the human world, young and frail as he is, yet more fearful than the rest." The hand movement swayed and urged as his words, Walked away from the highland view. past your blackened throne so lonely and purposeless. Your advisor walked with you down the very, elongated hallway. Your soldiers lined up and bowed to you. "They're the same as always, Urmas."

"They live to benefit you, my beloved empress, as they will always be." He replied in assurance. The two walked for what seemed like a while and reached the end of the hallway. You stopped. Urmas stopped with you. His expression spread with little concern for his queen. " Is there something the matter, my sovereign?" You still stood there staring blankly at the door. " I-I- feel like I've been here before."

Urmas Cleared his throat. " Can you recall, my sovereign?" You shook your head, " I don't know, but yet at the same time, it feels as though." You turned to your advisor, offering your hand to him. Urmas instantly clutched it and held it to his hand. You beamed maliciously, teeth in all, "let's go raise bloodstained nightmare on humanity and make a world for my own." He smiled back." As you wish, my sovereign." The doors opened to a giant glass sphere, spiraling out of different stirs and harmonies. The two of you walked hand in hand. As you got closer to your glass sphere, lightly grazing the outer layer. Urmas walked on the other side of the figure.

The sphere's outer layer moved fluidly, liquifying. Your hand sunk into the glass sphere. Your eyes dilated, turning into a purplish pink. Your vision became severed as you gaze upon the human world into the brightness of the city. Your eyes searched and looked unnoticed. Til you found a little boy with glasses wandering down a dark alley. Frightened and alone, tight where you wanted him. 

You planted his fear into his mind, it took only mere moments before he was nothing more than paste. And a small portal of flesh emerged from the brick wall, pulsating quietly like a heartbeat for an ear to listen. His body remained dismembered and fractured. His eyes plucked out of their sockets. Your eyes blurred again, returning to normalcy. With a sigh of satisfaction, you removed your hand from the sphere. Urmas clapped his hands in applause. " Another astounding work my sovereign," He feted. You walked away from the sphere and headed towards the door. You tumbled to the floor, holding both sides of your head, Your head began to hurt. Screaming in pain as your advisor tried to assist you. Your vision contradicted with light, a picnic on the hill, a man standing next to you with a loving gaze, his hand reaching out to you, calling to you…

You gasped as you raised your head. Your body trembling, your advisor slowly got you back on your feet. "My empress, are you all right?" He questioned. You sighed, bobbing your head left and right. " I-I'm fine... I just, need to rest my eyes." 

*Back on Earth*

One of his shadow soldiers, sat on top of a nearby building, looking down upon its people and others. The shadow sighed in questionable purpose. It's been the fifth time this past year. The visions He saw, his queen in danger, screaming and sobbing for help, it's like an unending loop. Constantly, she was reaching out to him, calling to him...

His master emerged from the wall, Beru and Igris followed soon after, and his black coast got longer and ragged. He stopped at the edge. Sung turned his gaze toward his summon. " Is there a reason why you're not doing your patrol?" The soldier got up and kneeled before his master. " Forgive me, my king... but it feels like something has been bothering me." He didn't even bother looking upon his master. Thinking he will not believe him." And what has been bothering you?" Sung asked. He collected himself and explained clearly and carefully, not to anger him, " Lately, since the past year, I have been seeing visions... visions that I wish I could ignore, but it just couldn't." Sung knelt to his soldier's eyes. " Look at me, and tell me what you saw." The shadow soldier took a deep breath and looked dead into his king's eyes. " I saw... a woman in white, she was surrounded by black waters, she was slowly drowning, but no end. I was going to save her, but she started to cry, sobbing, calling out your name, and others. She turned to look at me, her face was recognizable... my king... I believe... that our queen is alive and needs your help."

Sung's eyes slowly widened, and he can feel his heart wailing out of his chest. She can't be... he watched her... if she is then why...

Beru and Igris can feel the energy around him growing. With his body trembling, he gripped his soldier's shoulders. " Are you... you 100 certain that's..." He nodded in response. Sung can feel his whole world collapse around him. You were alive, alive and alone, scared. " Did you anything else from your visions? Or where she could be? Did she tell you where to find her?" He started asking a million questions. But his soldier only gave him one and a solution. " She said to locate the portal where no man or light can find. The opposite of all worlds... Find the seer. And that's all I can remember." 

The search for the seer begins.

Part 2 in the making👍

[pa1nrema1ns]

In a Sea of Fire || Sung Jin-woo (Part 3 of 3)

  Siren!Jin-woo x Deaf!omega!reader

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm so excited to finally bring you the conclusion to the siren AU trilogy. This is my first full-fledged fic, and it was a true labor of love. To mark this milestone, I commissioned this absolutely drop-dead gorgeous artwork of Jin-woo's siren form from the amazing @ekkurea. She is super kind and an incredible artist. I highly recommend checking out all her beautiful art and commissioning her.

I have been overwhelmed by the positive reception to this series and I am so grateful for all of you. I also want to personally thank my good friend and dedicated beta-reader @forbidden-sunlight for supporting me in the creation of this story. I could not have done it without her 🖤 As always, please pay heed to the content warnings listed below.

╰┈➤ Previous Chapters

🐚Prologue by @forbidden-sunlight 🐬Part 1: Master and Apprentice 🧜🏻‍♀️Part 2: Two Intertwining Melodies

Content warnings: 18+MDNI, mutual pining, afab!reader, implied smut, a/b/o dynamics, heat cycles, mating bites, courting rituals, objectification of reader, obsessive thoughts, angst, possessiveness, violence, mythical creatures au, yandere!Jin-woo, mentions of corruption, derogatory & misogynistic language used by a side-character towards the reader, ooc!Jin-woo, mildly ambiguous ending.

Word count: 12k

Summary - Autumn approaches Jindo Island and with it flourishes new love. But lingering doubts and conflicting desires threaten to cast shadows over your romance with Jin-woo. Just what terrible secret was he hiding from you?

Header artwork created by @ekkurea exclusively for this series. Please do not repost, edit, or use for your own fics, headcanons, or drabbles.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and @anitalenia

At the heart of the shopping district on Jindo Island…

For the first time in his life Sung Jin-woo found himself at a loss as to what to do.

The siren nervously runs a hand through his hair as he studies his appearance in the full-length mirror. His reflection looks back at him clothed in a partially unbuttoned dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up at the forearms and a pair of tapered trousers. It was a polished look that drew attention to his athletic frame and emphasized his stormy grey eyes.

Jin-woo chuckles when he notices Iron giving him a small thumbs up from the reservoir in his shadow. His soldiers were doing an excellent job of boosting his morale but the same could not be said for him. Jin-woo couldn’t help but remain somewhat self-critical.

The siren tended to gravitate towards darker clothing while disguised as a human. This was partly due to their resemblance to his actual color scheme. Of course, this meant the only options that interested Jin-woo were those in differing shades of black. While this allowed him to retain some semblance of his true self, he worried that black may be too drab of a color for your liking. He was also starting to feel very out of his element in this stuffy little fitting room.

To make matters more complicated the sales associate at this posh boutique was quite the chatterbox, an incompatible match for the introverted siren. The older man had been particularly insistent on helping Jin-woo find an outfit that would ‘knock his little lady’s socks off’ after he mentioned needing clothes for a date. His very first date to be precise.

With you.

Jin-woo was determined to make this a memorable experience for the both of you, and the first step involved picking out the appropriate attire.

Unfortunately shopping proved to be a far more tedious task than he thought. At least dungeon raids had the benefit of being relatively straightforward.

As he idles in front of the mirror a contemptuous voice lingers in his head jeering at him.   

“How much longer do you intend on playing human, Sung Jin-woo? This reckless relationship has consisted of nothing but lies and deceit on your part. Have you ever considered how your beloved omega might feel after discovering you’ve been misleading her? It’s only a matter of time before your house of cards comes tumbling down.”

It was like listening to a crude mockery of himself, tone, inflection, and delivery of speech the exact same as his.  

“In the end this farce will result in nothing more than heartache and tragedy and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.”

The malicious words hang heavy in the air like an omen. An unwanted reminder that beneath that thick veneer of invulnerability Jin-woo was indeed malleable.

“Just because Ashborn was accepted by his human lover doesn’t mean Y/N will do the same for you. That woman has no obligation to love a monster who preys upon her own kind.”

He grits his teeth at the intrusive thoughts bidding them to disappear. To grant him a moment’s respite from the terrifying possibilities of all that could go wrong.

It’s to no avail.

“Would she look at you the same way if she knew you weren’t human? If she knew a siren wanted to fuck her like some insatiable animal? You still have the taste of her in your mouth, don’t you? So soft, sweet, and willing for her alpha. Yet you refused to claim her right when she was in the palm of your hand. You pathetic coward.”  

A preternatural violet hue alights Jin-woo’s body, and his muscles draw taut. A sign that he is well and truly pissed. The entire room threatens to crumble under the suffocating pressure.

“Tell me, just how many times have you woken up in the middle of the night? Hard, desperate, and starving for her touch. You must’ve lost count by now.”

A low growl emits from his throat. “Shut up! Shut the hell up!”  He silently screams at the voice as it exposes his repressed sexual urges.

“What if she lashes out at you in anger? Do you really expect her to stay civil and calm after she finds out you’ve been lying to her this entire time?”

It was for her own good! I had to lie to protect her! Jin-woo finds himself mentally pleading with his internal monologue. Begging for it to understand the reasoning behind his deceptive actions.

This only incites it to twist the knife further.

“Why not just take her then? After all that’s what you’ve always done with every obstacle in your path, every thorn in your side. You destroy and take from it until there’s nothing left. And that woman will be no different, but this time it will be a triumph greater than any other once she’s yours to possess.”

Jin-woo couldn’t form a rebuttal at this point. He was livid and positively shaking with rage.

For months he had been struggling with conflicting feelings for you. Every single aspect and idiosyncrasy about you resonated with his being. From your feistiness and fierce independence to your infectious smile and compassionate nature, Jin-woo was wholly and unconditionally in love with you.

He knew from the moment you took him into your arms on that desolate beach that you were a genuinely kind person with a good heart. Someone he’d want by his side for an eternity.

Perhaps one day you could even find it in yourself to love him the same way he loves you.

But another side of him, a primal side of him, sought nothing more than to devour you.

To corrupt you.

To desecrate you.

To free you from those worthless shackles of human morality…

And shape you into a wanton goddess capable of handling his brand of darkness.

Not even sleep would grace him with the mercy of a reprieve; Jin-woo was often plagued by vivid dreams of you. Explicit images and sensations of fleshly pleasures that elicited the worst of his bestial nature. On more than one occasion he’d awaken to his knot swelling with need and a deep-seated longing for your warmth.

He knows he should be ashamed for fantasizing about such depravity, for perverting the friendship that had gradually cultivated between the two of you.

But he can’t bring himself to care.

Jin-woo would give just about anything if he could have you in the same way as his dreams.

And he can envision you perfectly.

Your shapely thighs wrapped around his narrow waist, urging him deeper inside you. A dazed expression on your pretty face as he thrusts into you with sheer, masculine drive. Honeyed moans spilling from your lips as he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses across your jaw, down your neck, and over your collarbones. Your supple breasts heaving with exertion when you finally topple over the edge with him. And your sated form pressed against the firm ridges of his body as he soothes you in the wake of your earth-shattering climax.

Jin-woo hisses and bites back a groan as he feels himself growing hard against the inseam of his trousers. Shit. He’s never wanted someone so badly in his entire life.

It was terrifying how easily you had him wrapped around your finger. You tempted him, left him on the brink of insanity, and you weren’t even aware of it.

How? Just how did it come to this? Meeting his comeuppance at the hands of a beautiful woman.

The siren was supposed to be a hardened warrior. An indomitable force born from the outcome of hundreds of harrowing battles. Time and time again Jin-woo overcame insurmountable odds and arose from the ashes. Ever stronger, ever colder. With Ashborn’s guidance he had rebuilt himself from the ground up and molded himself into a successor worthy of the title Shadow Monarch.

Jin-woo was not some naïve boy who believed he could woo you with flowery language and saccharine declarations of love. Nor was he some unruly beast whose restless soul could only be placated by carnal satisfaction. He was better than that, more disciplined and pragmatic…

At least he believed himself to be –

“Hey, kid! Are you alright in there? You’ve been awfully quiet for a while now.”

The sound of the sales associate’s voice instantly breaks his train of thought.

“I’m fine, I was just mulling over all my options,” he responds evenly hoping to not draw attention to himself.

“No worries kid. Just let me know if you need anything.”

Once the man’s footsteps fade Jin-woo slumps into one of the chairs in the cramped room. He then lowers his face into his hands, too disgusted to look at himself any longer.

The minutes tick by but Jin-woo doesn’t budge from his spot.

“My liege! Please, I beg of you, stop tormenting yourself!” Beru, the newest of his shadow soldiers and the only one capable of speech attempts to talk some sense into his king.

“…” the siren doesn’t provide him with a response.

Beru continues, “My liege, I cannot bear to see you so despondent. My lady is not so cruel or callous that she would cast you aside merely for being a siren.”

“I am a monster Beru. Nothing will convince her otherwise once she knows the truth.” Jinwoo replies flatly.

“My liege please forgive my impertinence, but do you truly believe she thinks so little of you? I’ve seen the way she looks at you and there is nothing but adoration in her eyes. My lady will not forsake you regardless of who or what you are.”

Jin-woo gasps at the sincerity of Beru’s words. The shadow had been more perceptive than he initially thought. He feels the beginnings of a smile form on his lips.

“You’ve been acting surprisingly obstinate today Beru. What’s gotten into you?”

The ant almost immediately bursts into a fit of tears causing Jin-woo to regret his choice of words. The weeping shadow then prostrates himself before his king.

“My liege I am so sorry! I only meant to –”

“Thank you Beru. I really needed your pep talk. My mind feels much clearer now.” Jin-woo interrupts before the ant can misinterpret him. Beru sheepishly raises his head, feelings of shame now overtaken by pride.

“I won’t falter again. You have my word, all of you do.” He addresses his entire army this time.

 A collective sigh of relief spreads throughout his soldiers. Because their souls were inextricably tied to their king’s every emotion Jin-woo experienced was shared firsthand with his shadows. They felt his happiness, his sadness, his anger.

And his desire for you.

It must’ve pained them greatly to see him in such a distressed state prompting Beru to act. His loyal soldiers needed a strong and centered king to guide them.

He would not submit so easily to despair again.

Jin-woo glances at his wristwatch; it was a quarter past one o’clock. He had three more hours to spare until your agreed meeting time at four. The siren really needed to get a move on if he had any hope of being prepared for the date. And to think that he had balked at human decorum before you stepped into his life…

He changes back into his street clothes and folds his chosen outfit into a neat pile. Before stepping out Jin-woo reaches into his inventory to examine his final courtship gift to you, a lustrous necklace composed of teardrop shaped mana crystals and pearls he harvested from his latest dungeon raid.

He spent hours meticulously crafting the jewelry by hand, working feverishly to ensure it was flawless. A one-of-a-kind item that no one else could hope to replicate or exceed. Still as he thumbed the necklace in his hand, he couldn’t help but replay those twisted words spoken by the disembodied voice.

Why not just take her then?

He tightens his grip on the necklace before hurriedly stowing it away in his hidden inventory. Next to it the Holy Water of Life lay untouched, burning a hole in his pocket.

The ball may have been in his court, but you would have the final say.

He'd make sure of it.

A sense of anticipation pervades the air as glowing neon lights come into view. You stop just shy of the entrance to a large commercial building, the chosen location for your date with Jin-woo.

A quick glance at your phone tells you that it’s a quarter till four. You still had another fifteen minutes to go. Ever the punctual one you always sought to arrive well ahead of schedule. This applied to your personal life as well.

From the corner of your eye, you think you see a deliberate movement in your shadow, one that does not match your own. You blink. Once, then twice. When you stare at the sidewalk again your shadow is as it should be, nothing but an intangible effigy bound to the push and pull of your own will. Weird, you think, had it been a trick of light? Your eyes then wander back to the front of the establishment.

Despite being the middle of the day, the bookstore’s sign remained lit by garish hues of yellow. You recall how many of the locals disapproved of the business when it first opened. To those who spent much of their lives in this quaint region of the Korean archipelago it was yet another ploy of gentrification from the mainland. To you, this bookstore served as a haven during your formative years. You spent countless hours getting lost in the worlds of your favorite authors here.

From the provocative narratives of Anne Rice to the gritty prose of Stephen King, your love for reading was fostered here. It only made sense to share this special part of yourself with Jin-woo, the beguiling alpha who was starting to consume your every waking thought.

As time draws nearer to your date you ponder over your last few months on the island.

The filming of ‘Murder on the Cerulean Sea’ wrapped up earlier this week and your colleagues were clamoring for a congratulatory celebration, something you wanted no part of. From personal experience you knew a constantly flowing stream of alcohol did not pair well with a room full of self-serving narcissists. You also hadn’t forgotten how rude the other make-up artists and stagehands had been to you on set. The fact that your date fell on the same day as the party was just the cherry on top.

Which brings you back to your dilemma, figuring out where you stand in your relationship with Jin-woo.

Throughout the entire twelve weeks of filming, you were both meeting in secrecy. Devoting this time to strengthening your bond tête-à-tête.

You learned much about Jin-woo and he about you, but you could tell he was harboring some kind of secret. Every time the topic of his personal background came up, he would steer the conversation in a different direction. In addition to this there was an ever-piling list of excuses for why he couldn’t divulge more about himself. This had you second guessing everything he was willing to share.

You really liked Jin-woo and you had no doubt he returned your feelings but you were also becoming highly suspicious of him. If you could wear your heart on your sleeve around him then why couldn’t he do the same for you?

Guilt was eating away at your conscience for even entertaining these thoughts. It’s through this haze of turmoil that your mind wanders to the more lighthearted moments between the two of you.

You think of the all the times he joined you on your early morning treks along the beach. Both as a companion and a protector. You had teased Jin-woo about it initially asking if he intended to use his ‘scary dog privilege’ to ward off other alphas. He scoffed at this suggestion clearly nonplussed by the comparison.

Yet despite your cheeky attitude you had readily taken up his offer. Your friends’ schedules often conflicted with yours, which meant they were usually working on the days you had off. What began as a nice change of pace from walking alone transformed into a cherished part of your routine. His warm, calloused fingers interlaced with yours as dusk bled into dawn.

There was also Jin-woo’s determination to communicate with you. Unsatisfied with written words alone, he had taken it upon himself to learn sign language. Jin-woo showed up one day with a step-by-step instruction manual containing illustrations. A cute shade of vermillion dusted his cheeks when he showed the book to you. You grinned from ear-to-ear and readily agreed to teach him.

He ended up being more adept at sign language than Cha and Jinho. By the end of your first session, Jin-woo was able to grasp several simple terms and phrases, a feat that greatly impressed you. Now he was bordering on being fluent. It was astonishing just how quickly he progressed.

And then there were his many gifts to you.

First a glory-of-the-seas cone in sumptuous tones of burnt ochre and golden brown. Then a bluefin tuna, a much sought-after and rare delicacy, captured fresh from the brine. And most recently, a natural South Sea pearl that appeared almost otherworldly in its splendor. Each offering a unique and thoughtful portrayal of his devotion.

The ritualism and intimacy of these gestures was not lost on you, and it left your heart racing. No one, save for director Jinchul, was ever this attentive towards you. And the latter had only done so on a professional basis. But Jin-woo treated you with a tender affection usually reserved for lovers. A title that was not either of yours to take. Not yet at least.

But both of you were well on the way to getting there.

Everything came to a turning point three days ago when your enigmatic friend finally worked up the courage to ask you out. You remember the bashful look on his face and the endearing image of his rosy cheeks. No sooner had Jin-woo finished signing his question than you found yourself excitedly leaping into his arms. At last, at long last you were both taking the next step in your relationship. So overcome with joy you completely overlooked all your unanswered questions and concerns about him. Nothing else had mattered at that moment.

Jin-woo effortlessly caught you and brought you into a twirling hug. You felt laughter bubble up from within you. It was as if a massive weight had been taken off your shoulders.

Just a few months ago you had been virtual strangers completely inconsequential to one other. Now you embraced as two intertwining melodies coalescing into one song.

When Jin-woo placed you back on your feet he had one more favor to ask. You watched intently as he brought both hands towards his face and formed them into half circles. He then placed the tips of his fingers together before puckering his lips. It was the sign for kissing. He wanted to kiss you.

You froze stunned by the unexpected request.

Apprehension painted Jin-woo’s handsome face. He was waiting, imploring you for an answer. Without missing a beat, you brought yourself closer to him. You didn’t stop until you were in such proximity your breath intermingled with his. You lifted your head and locked eyes with Jin-woo before lowering your gaze to admire his parted lips. After a flicker of hesitation, Jin-woo closed the gap between you and captured your lips with his.

Your eyes fluttered shut.

Gentle. It had been such a gentle kiss at the beginning; petal soft and languid. However, there was a palpable shift in mood the instant Jin-woo ceased his rhythmical movements to slip his tongue inside your mouth. He slid it across your teeth, coaxing you to open more of yourself to him. And you willingly surrendered, moaning into his mouth and allowing him to stroke his tongue against yours.

Jin-woo’s kiss soon devolved into a scorching clash of teeth and tongue that left you breathless. The last of his restraints snapped and he was not holding back. He fisted a hand in your hair and tilted your face at a better angle so he could deepen the kiss. He then circled your waist with his other arm pulling your pliant figure flush against him. This prompted you to grasp onto the front of Jin-woo’s shirt for purchase, pressing your breasts into his chest. You were so close to Jin-woo that you could feel the vitality of his rapidly beating heart. He nipped at your lips before parting from them to mouth at your jaw, the curve of your neck, and the cleavage exposed by your tank top.

You shivered though from fear or want you did not know. This was an animalistic side of him you had never seen or experienced before. It was electrifying.

Your breath caught in your throat when you felt one of Jin-woo’s incisors graze over the junction of your neck and shoulder, threatening to break skin.

And then, just as quickly as this act of madness had started, it came to an abrupt and sudden end. Jin-woo’s eyes regained their focus and his ministrations stopped at once. He slowly raised his head from the crook of your neck and turned to look at you. A heart wrenching expression of guilt distorted his face.

He had lost control of himself and succumbed to his baser instincts.

And if he had bitten down on you back there, he would’ve marked you as his mate for life. Because that area on your neck contained some of your scent glands.

An alpha will bite an omega’s scent glands while mating with them to stake their claim. This also mixes the alpha’s and omega’s scents together securing their bond. It was an irreversible process and Jin-woo came within an inch of forcing it upon you.

He released you from his grip and took several steps back, placing him some distance from you. Wisps of ebony hair obscured his eyes, making his face difficult to read.

You ran towards Jin-woo attempting to grab his hand, yet he pulled his arm away from your touch. But your resolve was strong, and you refused to give up. After a few more tries, Jin-woo finally acquiesced and let you come near him.

As soon as the two of you were face to face, you leant forward and cradled his face in your hands, forcing him to look you in the eye. The guilt was gone but now it had been replaced by fear. Fear of what he had almost done to you.

You were having none of it. Nothing about Sung Jin-woo scared you, not in the past and most certainly not now.

You dropped your hands, letting them fall to the side before raising them again. Then you began signing to Jin-woo, doing everything in your power to reassure him. You let him know that you were alright, you weren’t afraid of him in the slightest, and that both of you would be okay. What happened earlier was purely instinctual and would not draw a wedge between you. And most importantly you told him that you had absolutely no regrets about the kiss.

‘I wanted to kiss you,’ you signed, ‘I’ve been thinking about you as more than just a friend for a while now.’

‘So please, Jin-woo,’ you pleaded with him as your hands shook ‘let’s give this a shot. I want to be with you.’

He exhaled sharply before taking your smaller hands into his own. You really were his greatest weakness. He couldn’t resist you even if he tried.

You eventually managed to convince him to move forward with the date. The time and location were arranged shortly thereafter, although on slightly awkward terms given the circumstance.

Later that night while you were tucked away in the privacy of your bedroom, there was an unrelenting heat building between your thighs. The type of heat that set your nerves on fire and left you aching for release.

You hadn’t taken your heat suppressants in a while, and your body was paying a heavy price for it. You should’ve known better than to let yourself fall by the wayside, but you no longer cared about taking your medication anymore. It was like you were daring your heat to come, to wash over you and rid you of your inhibitions.

When the flames of your desire became unbearable, you slipped a hand underneath the waistband of your pajamas hoping it would slake your lust. However, as you stroked yourself to completion you couldn’t help but imagine it was Jin-woo’s deft fingers that were caressing your slick folds instead.

In the corner of your room an unknown presence watched you with rapt interest. It greedily drank in your sinful actions, the dips and curves of your body, the steady rise and fall of your chest. And as you reached your peak tendrils of shadow danced across your skin like silk.

After you fell asleep a lone hand emerged from the darkness and gently ran its knuckles over your cheek…

“ – !?”

You’re startled from daydreaming when the familiar scent of lavender and sandalwood perfumes the air. It was the tell-tale sign that Jin-woo had just arrived. You check your phone again and are shocked to see it’s already a minute past four. You totally lost track of time while standing outside the bookstore! Embarrassed, you turn and are greeted by the sight of your alpha.

He looked incredible, like a god amongst men. You loved the color black on Jin-woo, it brought out his sharp features and contrasted wonderfully with his fair complexion. The outfit he was wearing for your date exemplified this. His dark trousers and dress shirt were perfectly molded to his body creating a sleek and streamlined appearance. You slowly dragged your eyes across the hard planes of muscle bulging underneath the tight fabric. When you reach Jin-woo’s face there’s an amused glint in his eyes. Oh crap! He noticed you were ogling him. Heat blossoms across your cheeks and you self-consciously tug at the hemline of your cable knit sweater.  

Unbeknownst to you Jin-woo had also been eyeing you up albeit in a far more discrete manner. The leggings you wore clung lovingly to curves like a second skin and your high heeled ankle boots completed the look giving it a touch of elegance. You were strikingly lovely, like a flower coming into bloom.

After several seconds of silence, Jin-woo break is the one who breaks the ice.

 ‘You look great, Y/N,’ he signs to you, ‘I’m so happy to see you again. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.’

Jin-woo must’ve had known you’d been embarrassed about being caught red-handed, so he didn’t bring it up. Instead, he complimented you. God, how could he be so smug yet so charming at the same time?

Precious boy, you muse.

You greet the raven-haired man back with a smile before pulling him into a hug. Jin-woo returns the embrace and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. All the tension and uncertainty from the past few days had dissipated allowing you to relax and enjoy each other’s company. It signaled a return to normalcy, to better days ahead for both of you.

‘Ready to head in?’ Jin-woo signs to you with a grin on his face that matches yours.

‘Let’s go,’ you respond with a jaunty spring in your movements.

You grab his hand and lead the way, threading your fingers through his.

The next two hours are spent perusing the bookstore’s massive collection. It was one of the largest retail booksellers in Asia boasting over 100,000 different titles on its shelves. Jin-woo’s eyes widened when he walked in. He’d never seen so many books in one place before.

‘Overwhelmed?’ you ask him, nervous that you made the wrong decision on choosing this bookstore for your first date. The size of it alone could be daunting to newcomers.

‘It’s amazing,’ he answers, excitement evident in the fast motions of hands. Your chest fills with warmth at his display of enthusiasm.

You share your interests and favorite genres with Jin-woo, showing him the many novels you read over the years. Jin-woo seemed particularly drawn to the paper- and hardback books in the ‘Classics’ section. He picked up a copy of The Odyssey and leafed through its contents making you curious about his tastes.

One of your hands was clutching onto a large special edition hardback so you typed your question on your phone this time.

[“Do you like Greek mythology?”]

‘I’ve read a few stories here and there,’ he signs back after glancing at your screen.

[“I remember being assigned this book in AP literature when I was a second year. I found it rather interesting, but I loathed Odysseus. I thought he was a complete asshole for cheating on his wife. She remained faithful during his 10-year journey from Ithaca despite having over 100 suitors. But he gets a free pass for sleeping with goddesses and other women. Ugh😒”]

You huff after airing your grievances about Odysseus and his infidelity in your text message. It was silly but you’ve held a personal vendetta against the fictional man ever since you finished reading the epic poem.

Jin-woo snorts in amusement at your reaction. Looks like you both held a distaste for Odysseus although his reason for disliking him differed greatly from yours. Sirens only became weak to humanity after the epic hero found a means of circumnavigating their deadly voices. It felt good to share a common enemy with you.

‘You’re even prettier when you’re angry,’ Jin-woo smirks as he signs this to you.

Now it was your turn to snort. Really? That was a new one.

[“Flattery will get you everywhere with me! Now state your price handsome. 😉”]

He inhales before signing, ‘Will you watch the stars with me tonight?’

The tips of his ears and nape of his neck were bright red as he asked you this. It was adorable.

You answer with a fleeting kiss to his mouth, and you can feel him smiling against your lips. Of course you’d watch the stars with him tonight! You’d be willing to watch them every single night by his side if he’d let you.

The two of you continue floating through the different aisles, a copy of The Odyssey tucked underneath Jin-woo’s arm. He also picked out another book, a science fiction novel titled, The Ants, by Bernard Werber. Jin-woo had read the novel once before and he wanted to revisit it for old time’s sake.

As your book tour concludes Jin-woo comes to a halt after catching sight of an ornate hardcover. Intrigued, you scan the title. It was Hans Christian Andersen’s The Little Mermaid.

‘This story always makes me so sad,’ you sign to Jin-woo with a melancholy look in your eyes.

‘Can you tell me about it?’ Jin-woo asks, his interest piqued.

You find yourself hesitating.

‘Are you sure you want me to spoil it for you?’

‘I don’t mind.’ he responds.

You decide to use your phone to relay the plot since the fairy tale is a lengthy one.

[“There once lived a beautiful and kindhearted mermaid. Having spent most of her life at sea she longed to explore the world above and learn more about humanity. When she becomes old enough to swim to the surface she falls in love at first sight with a handsome prince. After a violent storm sinks his ship, the mermaid rescues him and brings him back to land before he regains consciousness.”]

Jin-woo’s gaze is intense as he studies your phone screen. You’ve never seen someone be so invested in your storytelling. It was flattering.

You continue typing away intent on finishing what you started.

[“The mermaid’s infatuation with the prince drives her to strike up a deal with a powerful sea witch. The witch offers her a potion that can transform her into a human, but it comes at a high cost. The mermaid would never be able to return to the sea once she drank it. What’s more the potion also robs her of her voice and causes her excruciating pain whenever she walks. Despite knowing the toll it will take on her body the mermaid moves forward, blinded by love.”]

Jin-woo’s eyes narrowed after reading this passage and he signs, ‘She’s being manipulated by the witch?’ You confirm his question with a nod of your head.

Your final text ends the story on a low note.

[“The mermaid finally meets and befriends the prince but everything she sacrifices is for nothing. He falls in love with a princess from another kingdom instead and this breaks her heart. The sea witch appears once more to give an ultimatum to the mermaid: she must kill the prince and allow his blood to drip onto her feet. Only by having her revenge could she return to the sea and live as a mermaid again. But she refused. Her love for the prince prevented her from stabbing him. In the final scene the mermaid tosses herself into the sea and as daybreak approaches, she dissolves into foam.”]

You sigh once you’re done. It’s more akin to a tragedy than a fairy tale, you think.

Your next message asks:

[“So, what’s your opinion on it? Pretty sad stuff huh?”]

When you turn to Jin-woo to gauge his reaction you’re taken aback by how pale he looks. There’s a bead of sweat sliding down his face and his countenance had turned grim, a far cry from his relaxed expression at the start of your date. The ending must have disturbed him way more than you anticipated.

Crap. You should have never offered to explain the plot to Jin-woo. This version of, The Little Mermaid, made you bawl like a baby the first time you read it and you usually remained dry-eyed while reading most tearjerkers. Why did you think it was a bright idea to discuss it on a date of all things? It was time to shift into damage control mode, stat!

You struggle for words while coming up with an apology to Jin-woo. You try to keep the text casual and concise to reduce any tension between you.

[“Jin-woo, are you okay? Do you need to sit down and rest? I’m so sorry! I’ve gone and dampened the mood.😭”]

He shakes his head after looking at your message and retrieves a pen and a small notepad from his pocket, an indication that he wanted to hold a longer conversation with you. Although Jin-woo’s grasp of sign language was excellent he found written words to be suitable when the circumstance called for it. Like now for instance.

When he’s done writing with his stationery he hands the notepad to you.

[“Please don’t feel the need apologize. You haven’t done anything wrong. You tried to warn me about how sad the story was, but I insisted on you telling me it anyway. I was just surprised was all. I can relate a bit to the mermaid because I’ve also made great sacrifices for the ones I love. In the mermaid’s case her love for the prince destroyed her. She gave up everything for him only for it to be in vain. It’s sobering to see love portrayed so tragically.”]

Jin-woo worries at his lower lip. He mentioned making sacrifices for his loved ones to you before but what exactly did he mean by it?

[“What sacrifices did you make if you don’t mind me asking? I’m here if you need a shoulder to lean on y’know.”]

You play coy with your response to glean more information from him. Maybe now that you’re officially dating, Jin-woo will open up to you.

Your hopes are dashed when the notepad is back in your possession.

[“Nothing I haven’t said before. Long hours, being away from home, missing my mother and sister while I’m away. Those kinds of sacrifices. Fishing at sea can be deadly if you’re not careful. I’ve had to dirty my hands on more than a few occasions while on the job.”]

Dirty his hands? Now this was something he hadn’t discussed with you before. Was Jin-woo involved in something illegal? Commercial fishing and maritime hunting were mercilessly cutthroat. A big profit can be made from harvesting seafood, fish, and other resources from the ocean. Some companies go as far as committing murder to weed out the competition.

Could this be what he meant by ‘dirtying his hands?’ That would explain why he was so flighty about his past with you. What if he was in trouble? If he was then why didn’t he ask you for help? Did he not trust you or did he not want to drag you into a mess of his own making? 

Your mind’s going a mile a minute you’re so worried about Jin-woo. If he ended up injured or even dead because you decided to believe his lies and look the other way you would never forgive yourself. It was time to address the elephant in the room once and for all.

You type so fast; it’s a miracle you can come up with a message that was even coherent. Your face is hot, and you can already feel the sting of tears in your eyes.

[“Jin-woo, you need stop lying to me. I know there’s something you’re hiding, and it hurts that you can’t trust me enough to say it. If you’re in trouble just tell me. Say the words and I’ll try to help you to the best of my ability. I really like you Jin-woo but honesty should be mutual between us. I’ve spilled my guts to you, told you all about my life, my friends, and my job. Why can’t you do the same for me? I feel like I’m only falling in love with your reflection, not the real you. I just can’t do this anymore! I don’t want to lose you, but I refuse to be part of a relationship that lacks any kind of integrity!”]

Jin-woo takes on the pallor of a corpse as soon as he scans the contents of your text.

Fuck, you had done it now. There was no going back.

When he can bring himself to gaze at you there’s a devastation in his face that makes you instantly hate yourself for lambasting him. Yet you had to stand firm and conquer this hill if you had any chance of a future with him.

His little notepad is staring you in the face before you know it. Jin-woo’s handwriting looked frenzied and frayed. When you glance at him, his head is bowed, and his eyes are cloaked in shadow. He was utterly ashamed of himself. You can’t even begin to imagine what thoughts must be going running through his mind. He had to be as distraught as you were if not worse.

[“Tonight,” the scrawl reads, “I am going to tell you everything tonight. No more lies, no more excuses, I promise you. Even if you despise me for it, even if you never want to see me again, I’ll give you the truth no matter what. So please just this once trust me. I don’t want to lose you either. You’re everything to me, Y/N. I’m sorry for not being truthful to you, I just didn’t want you to get hurt because of me. I’ve only ever lied to protect you.”]

The desperation in his words makes your heart plummet. Just how terrible was this secret that it made Jin-woo think you would hate him for it? And he was scared you would be harmed if you knew? There was no doubt about it, Jin-woo absolutely was in danger. Why else would he be so disturbed about telling you?

Your hands are shaking so badly you can barely keep your phone from falling out of your grip. Jin-woo notices and steadies them by taking your hands in his own. Even at his lowest point you were his priority.

Did he ever once consider his own well-being?

How could he be so considerate of you at a time like this? You wanted to scream; to demand he be angry at you, to curse at you. Anything to justify your self-loathing. You berated Jin-woo without considering why he may be lying in the first place. For all you know his life could be on the line. Yet you only thought of your frustrations like a petulant child.

Stupid. You were so goddamn stupid!

A bookstore associate sees your distress and heads in your direction. Although your argument with Jin-woo was silent your panicked demeanor was starting to cause a scene. You really don’t want anyone to see you like this right now. Especially since you were on the brink of having a breakdown.

Jin-woo quickly acts as your shield, his protectiveness of you second nature. He pulls you to his chest, hiding your face from prying eyes. He’s warm, his heartbeat is steady, and you can feel his palms running up and down your back, consoling you. Jin-woo held you with the tenderness of a lover.

It’s in the comfort of his embrace that you let go and allow yourself to weep for him.

“Hello, ma’am is everything alri–”

“You can direct your questions to me. Can’t you tell she’s upset right now?” Jin-woo interrupts the man with clipped tone before he can finish. There’s a particularly nasty scowl on his face and the aura resonating from him is menacing at best. Did this moron not know how to read the room or was he lacking in common sense? You were vulnerable and in no position to be approached by a stranger let alone some random man.

The store associate pales and falters at Jin-woo’s display of aggression. He glances at the dark-haired alpha then back to you before his eyes widen. He had connected the dots.

“I… I… Sir, please try to understand. I didn’t mean to intrude on you and your mate, there were just some concerns from the staff and other patrons because of how scared she looked.”

Jin-woo’s hold on you tightens ever so slightly, and he levels a sneer at the frightened associate. The fucking gall of this man, of these humans, thinking they had a right to invade your own personal matters!

If you hadn’t been there with him he wouldn’t think twice about murdering every single person in this building. He’d flay the flesh from their bones, reap their misbegotten souls, and resurrect them into mindless pawns; just cogs in a machine for his army of the undead.

Jin-woo reluctantly quells his rage and spits out, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave. What happens between her, and I is of no concern to you. Now go.”

His commanding baritone brooks no argument, and the man flees with all the grace of a wounded animal.

For the next few minutes, you remain in Jin-woo’s arms until your tears run dry. When you’re feeling stable enough to walk Jin-woo softly takes your hand and leads you out of the building. Your books lie forgotten and haphazardly stacked on top of one another on a random shelf.

You both walk aimlessly with no set destination in mind. Your eyes were still swollen and puffy from earlier, so you avert your gaze from Jin-woo. He merely squeezes your hand in response, a gesture of reassurance.

An unoccupied back alley with a dead end eventually comes into view. It’s here in this inconspicuous passageway that Jin-woo decides to explain the full extent of his powers.

Once you’re seated on a nearby windowsill, he activates his inventory in front of you for the first time. Jin-woo said he would show you the truth and he was a man of his word. He withdraws Kasaka’s Venom Fang, the oldest dagger in his collection, and gracefully twirls it in his hand before holding it out to you.

As expected, you’re awestruck by the sight of the weapon. However, what Jin-woo doesn’t anticipate is for you to suddenly extend a hand towards the blade, your index finger almost touching its venom-tinged edge. He snatches your wrist so nimbly you barely register what happens. Only the warmth from his body alerts you of his hold.

You gasp.

Despite the incredible velocity of his movements Jin-woo was able to rein in the force behind them, preventing you from being hurt by his grip. Even the most elite athletes struggled to find the perfect balance between speed and strength. His control of his body was beyond human capabilities.

He shoots you an apologetic look and releases your wrist.

‘That dagger can paralyze and drain your life if it cuts you,’ Jin-woo warns after returning it to storage, ‘I should have told you sooner. I’m sorr –

‘It’s beautiful.’

He raises his eyebrows. Of all the words you could use to describe such a deadly weapon ‘beautiful’ wasn’t what he had in mind. His lips quirk into a small smile.

‘You think so? It doesn’t frighten you?’ he queries, pleasantly surprised by your nonchalance.

You nod and peer at him with a soft expression.

‘I do.’ There’s a long pause before you add, ‘You’ve used that knife before, haven’t you?’

You bite your lip and clasp your hands together after you’re done signing. You knew you were backing Jin-woo into a corner with a loaded question, but he wouldn’t be lugging around such a dangerous item without having a very good reason for it.

The grin on his face vanishes, replaced by grimace. You hit the nail on the head. Jin-woo readies himself for his answer.

‘Yes, I have. I’ve used that dagger to hurt and even kill people in the past. I know I’ve told you many lies and half-truths, but I wasn’t lying when I told you I dirtied my hands.’

He expels a shaky breath before delving into all the gritty details of who he really is. Unraveling and stripping himself down to his barest form.

Through a combination of sign language, a visual demonstration of his abilities, and written words Jin-woo reveals that he is a hunter, a warrior who fights life and limb against otherworldly beasts; day in and day out.

He exposes his many skills including stealth, the power he used to manifest outside of the bookstore.

Next came his accelerated healing and immense physical prowess. Jin-woo spots a discarded cinderblock on the ground, grabs it, and shatters the hard object with his bare hands. This causes his palms to scrape and bleed. You gasp and rise to your feet, alarmed by Jin-woo’s injuries. But he lifts his arm, an unspoken order for you to stay exactly where you are.

Suddenly light eclipses the abrasions and his skin starts to mend itself. You watch in disbelief as Jin-woo splays his opened and visibly undamaged palms in the air. You had just witnessed Kandiaru’s Blessing in the flesh.

And then he unveils one of his greatest assets to you.

The shadows pooling at his feet rapidly proliferate until the entire alley is submerged in darkness. Within seconds a lone obsidian knight emerges from the void. He cuts a formidable figure on his own standing well over 240 cm with vibrant hues of amethyst accenting his heavy armor. A single red plume hangs atop his helmet and sways with every stride he takes. When he gets within five feet of you and Jin-woo he kneels in reverence.

You learn the knight’s name is Igris and that he’s one of hundreds of soldiers who serve under Jin-woo. This was only a taste of the Shadow Monarch’s full dominion.

Once finished Jin-woo issues an order for Igris to return. The knight stands tall and nods his assent to his king and much to your shock, to you as well, before he disappears into the receding shadows. Moments later the alleyway is as it always appears with nothing to indicate what transpired.

It’s at this stage that you present one more hard-hitting question to Jin-woo. A question he’d been dreading.

‘You aren’t human, are you Jin-woo?’

He clenches his fists.

‘No, I’m not.’

You study his face closely trying to scope out any signs of deception, but there are none. He was being completely honest with you. But then what else could he possibly be?

Before the weight of his answer can fully sink in the revolting stench of congealed blood assaults your senses. It reeks of decay and viscera, the potent odor violating the air like a malignancy.

This was the unmistakable scent of an alpha, one that you were unfortunately all too familiar with.

It was Kang Taeshik’s nauseating musk.

You internally panic, horrified that your assailant from months ago was somehow back in the picture. Your thoughts become a frantic mess.

No…no…no! It can’t be! Director Jinchul fired him! He should’ve been long gone by now, so what the hell was he doing back on this island!?!

You feel like the air’s been punched from your lungs. Your legs shake uncontrollably and threaten to crumble. Jin-woo quickly catches you by the waist before you can slump to the ground. He then maneuvers your body so that you’re facing him, not the unseen nightmare that was approaching. He strokes your hair, and his pheromones are released in full force to calm your nerves. The aroma of lavender and sandalwood slowly begins to supersede the miasma of death.

“Show yourself already. The bloodlust from your filthy stench’s enough of a giveaway, alpha.”

Jin-woo’s eyes narrow into a frosty glare as the sound of obnoxious clapping echoes throughout the alleyway. Taeshik had finally announced his arrival.

“Well, color me impressed! It’s not often I come across someone who isn’t intimidated by my scent. Looks like you’ve got some balls on you! I like it! You’d make a great brawler in our fighting circuit.” An unknown voice commends Jin-woo with a condescending undertone.

You begin to whimper as the odor increases in intensity. Jin-woo gently tucks your head into the crook of his neck granting you access to his scent glands. Right now, his instincts were kicking into overdrive. He was solely focused on protecting and cherishing you. Fighting could be put on the back burner. For now.

 A man with a wild mane of purple hair arrogantly saunters into view. He’s accompanied by a large group of men, around ten in total and all of them alphas. Judging by the murderous intent in their eyes they were on the prowl for prey.

Taeshik’s mouth spreads into a smirk reminiscent of a Chelsea grin when notices you. He openly leers at your body; an action that causes Jin-woo to snarl and bare his fangs.

The purple haired man raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Hey now there’s no need for that. I was just appreciating the view, that’s all. Besides, your omega and I have a bit of a history together. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

Jin-woo’s eyes go wide. How did he know your name?

His reaction seems to delight Taeshik who continues his spiel.

“Why the shock? She must’ve not told you about me. Y’see we used to be coworkers up until she got me fired. And after I was just trying to help by doing a little favor for her. No good deed goes unpunished, I guess.” He breaks into a fit of disconcerting laughter at the end of his speech.

“A favor?” Jin-woo asks, no, demands Taeshik to answer. Just what had he done to you?

One of the gang members, a burly man with several scars, spiky black hair, and a five o’ clock shadow snickers and interjects.

“Isn’t it obvious, brat? That little slut went into heat right in front him. She was practically begging for it too! Taeshik here was gonna bring her to us so we could all get a piece of that fine ass. Too bad that fuckin’ director had to go and ruin our plans. But your boss isn’t here to save you this time, huh sweetheart?”

“She can’t hear or speak to you, Dongsuk. She’s deaf. I don’t know how many times I have to keep reminding you.” Taeshik drawls, annoyance lacing his voice.

“Heh, so what? A hole’s a hole. It ain’t like she’s gonna be able to talk with a mouthful of cock anywa –”

Slash!

In the blink of an eye Dongsuk’s head rolls off his shoulders leaving nothing but a bloodied stump in its wake. His body slumps to its knees like a marionette with its strings cut before flopping onto the ground.

“Wha – what the hell just happened!?!”

“Holy shit!”

“D…Dongsuk!? No!”

Confusion and panic overtake the men within seconds. Even Taeshik looks ill at ease. None of them had been able to pinpoint the exact cause or reason for the man’s untimely demise.

When the purple haired alpha redirects his attention to Jin-woo, he’s mortified by what he sees. Black eclipses the end of the alleyway submerging everything in darkness except for Jin-woo’s piercing gaze.

In that moment, Taeshik learns what pure, unadulterated terror feels like. He was staring death in the face, a face that bore nothing but apoplectic rage.

A crimson and black dagger, the Knight Killer, was wielded in one of Jin-woo’s hands. The weapon’s jagged edges were ensanguined up to the hilt; evidence of the life it had so effortlessly taken. Jin-woo’s other arm remained wrapped around you although now you were facing Taeshik, the remainder of his men, and the decapitated corpse of Hwang Dongsuk.

You tear your gaze away, unable to bear the gruesome sight any longer. Jin-woo looks at you sympathetically before hardening his expression.

He knew he was letting his anger get the better of him, but he was infuriated by these vulgar bottom feeders and the disgusting remarks they made about you. Jin-woo really couldn’t give a fuck about killing these wastes of space, but he wouldn’t let you be a spectator to the slaughter he was about to commit. You’ve been traumatized enough.

An insect-like specter suddenly manifests from the shadows and bows before you and his king.

“Beru, take her somewhere safe and far away from here. I don’t want her to see this.” Jin-woo orders, his voice dropping an octave lower.

“At once my liege.” The ant diligently obeys his master and offers a clawed hand to you.

“My lady?”

You pause at the gesture, unsure of whether you should accept it or stay by Jin-woo’s side. The dark-haired man notices your hesitation and makes the choice for you. He clasps onto your shoulder and squeezes it urging you to escape with Beru.

You reluctantly allow the ant to hoist you into his arms. As Beru prepares to launch himself into flight you turn and cast a final glance at Jin-woo.

He looks nothing at all like himself. He’s cold, menacing, inhuman.

That’s right, Jin-woo wasn’t human. He admitted as much to you. But it hadn’t changed your feelings for him in any shape or form. Your heart still yearned and bled for him all the same.

Your lids grow heavy once Beru takes to the skies, a likely side-effect of overexposure to Jin-woo’s pheromones. As you start to succumb to slumber, your last waking thoughts are filled with nothing but him.

The moon hangs high in the sky when you wake up. After gaining your bearings you perform a cursory scan of your surroundings. A vast sea cavern greets you, its atmosphere dank and foreboding. Stalactites rain down from the ceiling like arrows frozen in time, weathered rocks line the walls, and the air is so humid you struggle to breathe. The only source of light is from moonbeams drifting through a crevice at the top of the cave.

You soon realize that you’re lying on top of a sandbank in the middle of a large body of water. There didn’t appear to be any means of escape other than swimming, but you were mentally and physically exhausted. Your phone was also nowhere in sight, making it impossible to text for help. You were effectively stuck.

An undulating motion in the water’s surface catches your attention. You weren’t alone, something was in here with you and it was getting closer. However, you’re not afraid. In fact, there’s something oddly familiar about this presence...

The movements abruptly ceases, and all is still for several heart pounding seconds. Then out of nowhere a large figure surges from underneath the briny waves.

It’s a male siren, and he’s utterly magnificent. His appearance more akin to a work of art than a living, breathing being. He looks at you with a serene expression. Was this who you thought it was?

You drink him in, appreciating his beauty in its entirety.

The siren’s eyes consist of blackened sclerae with amethyst irises. A smooth layer of ebony skin partially coats his jaw, shoulders, and back. It contrasts wonderfully with the ivory coloring on his chest and face. He bore the same pattern as a killer whale; an apt comparison given that sirens were also apex predators. Webbed ear fins protrude from the sides of his head, the scales on them aglow under the faint moonlight. And luscious locks of black hair frame the siren’s stunning face.

He's simply not of this world. Words could never accurately describe his ethereal visage.

The siren is sprawled out on the edge of the sandbank. Upon closer inspection you notice that he’s highly anxious. You see his dichromatic throat bobbing, and he makes a conscious effort to avoid eye contact with you. You’d seen these nervous tics before.

‘Is that you, Jin-woo?’ You sign to the siren although you’re certain you already know the answer. You just needed his confirmation for peace of mind.

He shuts his eyes and nods, a somber admission of the truth.

You take a deep breath before exhaling. Then you present him with another question.

‘Did you kill all of them?’

The siren remains still this time. His lack of a definite response was an answer in itself.

You wet your lips. So, you were right. Jin-woo said he’s killed before to survive, but this time he did it for you. To punish those men who sought to use you for their own perverse interests. And Taeshik… his fate must’ve been worse than death for what he put you through.

Jin-woo signs to you.

‘I’m sorry you had to find out this way… this was supposed to be a special day for you, but everything went wrong. I know you’ll want no part of me in your life after this, but I’m glad I met you. I’ll have Beru take you home.’

Jin-woo turns his back to you and prepares to make his departure. So, that was it? He was going to vanish from your life just like that. You hadn’t even gotten a word in; he just assumed you didn’t want anything to do with him. That idiot!

You had to stop Jin-woo before it was too late! But what could you possibly do to prevent him from leaving…?

You have an epiphany then; what if you gave all of yourself to Jin-woo, body and soul? Only an intimate act, the consummation of your relationship, could fully bind you to Jin-woo.

A mating bite is irreversible. Once you are bonded there’s no going back on it. But you’ve wanted Jin-woo for so long. In fact, you wish he had bitten your scent glands when he first kissed you. Him being a siren, a killer of mankind and monsters, did not deter you. He was your chosen mate. You would never refuse him.

The sound of rustling of clothes stops Jin-woo in his tracks. He inhales shakily, not quite believing what was happening just feet from him.

You were disrobing yourself. You wanted to mate with him!

As you peel off each article of clothing, the sweet scent of your pheromones and slick become more pronounced. Jin-woo groans as his knot starts to swell. God, you smelt incredible! If only he could see your nude form. The things he’d make you feel, the sounds he’d drive from you…

Why was he still stopping himself? Your actions just now said all that needed to be said! You wanted him, and you were more than ready for his knot. As an alpha he’d be remiss not to tend to the needs of his omega.

His mouth curls into a wolfish grin. You really had no idea what you’d just gotten yourself into.

You feel heat pooling between your thighs at the sight of Jin-woo’s broad shoulders. The muscles of his back flex deliciously when he finally turns to relish you in all your naked glory. The smoldering gaze he sends you as his eyes sweep over every inch of your bare body looks like it’s carved in sin. You delight in his attention and crave more of it.

Unable to endure another second apart from your alpha, you rush to the edge of the sandbank fully prepared to swim to him if necessary. But you’re beaten to the punch as Jin-woo emerges from the water and pins you to the ground at a speed that’s downright demonic.

He holds both of your wrists above your head in one large hand while he rests his other arm on his elbow beside your head, trapping you beneath him.

Jin-woo looks into your eyes one last time for any sign of resistance. There’s none; you were not backing down from this. You wanted him to claim you.

Your explicit consent is all he needs to unleash himself upon you. He molds his lips against yours in a searing kiss that burns with passion. Your eyes slip shut as you lose yourself to it. Jin-woo was kissing you with abandon this time, and it was sublime. There was a clear intent and purpose in every stroke and caress of his mouth. He kissed you as if nothing else mattered.

He abruptly parts from your lips to press his forehead to yours. At last, both of you could indulge and get lost in one another. You bask in Jin-woo’s warmth and spread your legs apart allowing him to slant between them. He releases your wrists and cradles your face in his hands.

Your breath hitches when you feel his length prodding against your stomach. This was really happening! You shiver in spite of yourself. Would you be able to withstand Jin-woo’s brute strength?

The siren presses featherlight kisses to your lips, cheeks, and eyelids to quell your nerves. When he pulls back you notice his mouth is moving. You focus on his lips, carefully deciphering each word.

“Raise your head and close your eyes. I have a surprise”

You do as he asks, and something cold prickles against your décolleté and the back of your neck. You’re curious about what Jin-woo’s placed on you but you keep your head raised and your lids remain firmly shut. Moments later two taps of his fingertips on your cheek signal that you can open your eyes.

When you glance down, you’re amazed by the jewelry dangling from your neck. It’s gorgeous. Incandescent shards of crystal and delicate alabaster pearls pour from your nape down to the swell of your breasts.

Jin-woo in turn finds himself mesmerized by the image of the gemstones splayed across your dewy skin. Your complexion glows in the moonlight, making you all the more alluring.

He decides to take you right then and there.

As you wrap your arms around Jin-woo’s shoulders, he captures your lips with his and slides into your tight heat. You keen and arch into Jin-woo, baring your throat to him. His fangs lengthen, and he sinks them into the tender flesh of your neck, staking his claim.

Stars adorn the night sky as the two of you intertwine and become one.

Five days later…

Woo Jinchul was beside himself with worry.

He wearily rubs at his bloodshot eyes. A quick glance at his phone tells him it's just past three o’ clock in the morning. Yet another sleepless night had come to pass. The man contemplates grabbing more coffee but decides not to. He was already five cups deep and the caffeine was doing nothing for his exhaustion.

Jinchul knows he isn’t at his best when he’s sleep deprived but he couldn’t afford to waste another minute, not while you were still nowhere to be found. And now, based on recent developments in your case, you were classified as an endangered missing person. Sleep was the very last thing on his mind.

He looks down at his desk to examine your case file for what must’ve been the tenth time in the last hour. These classified documents contained sensitive information. Jinchul had to resort to pulling strings to obtain a copy of your records. He hated throwing his weight around to get what he wanted but bringing you back home safe and alive was far more important to him.

Lead detectives Baek Yoonho and Choi Jong-In hadn’t been too thrilled about sharing the particulars of an open investigation with some ‘big wig’ film director. It took some major convincing on Jinchul’s part for them to relent and provide him with such crucial details.

So far, it’s been almost a full week since your disappearance. During that time, an exhaustive search of the island had been performed. However, there was no sight or sound of you. And as fate would have it, another misfortune occurred on the very night you vanished. This time it was a massacre.

Kang Taeshik, a name Jinchul wishes he could just forget. The man had a propensity for violence as well as a lengthy rap sheet that was conveniently scrubbed from public records. He knew Taeshik engaged in some unsavory pastimes, namely hosting unsanctioned brawls in the underground fighting circuit. But this was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Racketeering, drug trade, and much to Jinchul’s horror, human trafficking, had been just a handful of the crimes the sick bastard had gotten away with.

If only he had known sooner, then you would’ve never been in this situation. He should’ve trusted his gut and chosen another actor for Taeshik’s role. Jinchul always despised the way that man looked at you, like you were a slab of meat. It was disgusting.

Imagine his shock when he discovered Taeshik had fallen victim to a mass murderer. Body parts and mutilated remains barely recognizable as human were found littered in an alleyway like trash. The scene had been so grizzly that dental records were required to identify the deceased. Only four out of the eleven decedents could be positively ID’d, with Taeshik being one of them.

There were no eyewitnesses, no biological evidence, no suspects. Nothing. The murders would be exceptionally difficult to solve.

And they didn’t stop there.

A large bookstore was set on fire two days after the gruesome discovery. Widespread flames and hundreds of thousands of books were a recipe for disaster. Despite the best efforts of the fire department and emergency services, over seventy people lost their lives. It was initially presumed to be an accident, likely faulty wiring or inadequate maintenance.

This theory was thrown out the window when the autopsy results of one of the store’s associates revealed some truly unsettling details.

To put it lightly the man had been decimated. Every bone in his body was shattered, his spinal cord was severed, and both his legs were torn off. The associate had undergone an excruciating death, with any one of his injuries being fatal. He’d been tortured extensively before expiring from blood loss. Whoever committed this murder must’ve wanted him to suffer. The damage to the man’s body also bore striking similarities to the injuries sustained by victims of the massacre.

When his surviving co-workers were asked by detectives if the man had any known enemies, an older woman spoke up. Apparently, there was a tall dark-haired alpha having a falling-out with his girlfriend in the store a few days prior. The associate attempted to intervene and stop the lover’s tiff, but the boyfriend had been greatly angered by this.

“It was as if he’d seen a ghost,” the woman stated, “He was absolutely spooked by the confrontation and refused to talk to us about it. Looking back, I wish I hadn’t dropped the topic so easily. That boy was such a hard worker, always so eager to help those in need… it’s awful what happened to him. I don’t know how his family is coping.”

But if a grudge was only held against the associate then why did the killer go so far as to destroy the entire building? Did he also harbor resentment towards the business? Was he trying to make an example out of them?

Unfortunately, all the surveillance cameras in the bookstore had been destroyed in the fire. Staff members were able to provide a detailed description of the alpha and his girlfriend. When Jinchul first saw the composite sketches he nearly fell out of his chair.

The girlfriend had been a dead ringer for you.

If that wasn’t enough of a smoking gun, the day the man and woman were seen together coincided with the day you went missing.

Evidence in your case was mounting but none of it made sense. How did you get involved with this man? As far as Jinchul knew you weren’t dating anyone during filming. Cha and Jinho were also certain you were single. But that didn’t exclude the possibility of you being in a secret relationship… 

At this point in the investigation, all Baek and Choi had to run on was the assumption you’d been kidnapped by a highly dangerous individual. A man who just so happened to be linked to almost one hundred deaths within the last week. The resolution to your missing person’s case was becoming bleaker by the day.

Jinchul rubbed at his temples. Going days without a proper night’s rest was taking its toll on him. His head was throbbing with a killer headache. Everything’s gone to shit since you’ve been gone.

Due to the tragic events surrounding the island and the unsolved disappearance of one of their own, executive producer Go made the difficult decision of suspending production on ‘Murder on the Cerulean Sea,’ indefinitely. The movie was most likely going to be shelved.

Jinchul sighs and reaches for his phone again. He skims through his photo gallery until he comes across a picture taken on the first day of filming. You, Cha, and Jinho persuaded him to join in on a group selfie to commemorate the special occasion. The hopeful look in your eyes and the mirth in your smile causes Jinchul’s chest to feel heavy. He longs to return to happier times like this.

But those days were past and gone.

A monster came to Jindo Island, salted the earth with its rage, unleashed a burning inferno to incinerate all in its path.

And you disappeared with it in a sea of fire.

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Here is Chapter 16! It’s a bit shorter. There is either going to be one or two more chapters to this story. It just depends on if I want to split up the next part into two or just do it as one big chapter. We’ll see. Thank you all of all the engagement and sticking with me this whole time!

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 1,368

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

Tag list: @gimeow @kam9404 @viankiss @baechugff @gaby-93 @kayleefriedchicken @igot7fairlyoddparents @jalexad @drrookie

Woo-Sung dropped you back off at Jimins and once inside you were quickly surrounded by three men praising you and thanking you for your quick thinking to get a confession out of Suri. After Yoongi shooed the other two away he wrapped you in hug and led you over to the table.

“So what do we do now?”, you asked while accepting a drink from Yoongi.

Jin cleared his throat, “Well since things didn’t work out exactly like we planned I think we should just go to Suri tomorrow. Let’s not wait it out any more. She knows something is up and the longer we wait the more time it gives her to try and plan something else. We tell her we have the recording and all of the proof that Yoongi is not the father. We’ll give her the chance to just walk away peacefully, but I’m sure she’ll have a tantrum so we have to be prepared for that and anything else she might throw our way.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Jin continued, “I say Y/N and I will meet up with Yoongi at his place tomorrow morning. We’ll present everything to Suri and go from there.”

After Jin said his goodbyes and Jimin went off to bed you were finally able to get some alone time with Yoongi before he left to go back home.

“You did great today Y/N. Seriously I might just have to hire you. You’d be a great assest to the company.”

“I was so nervous, but I could just tell that things weren’t going anywhere so I knew I had to step in. I’m glad we got what we needed. I just hope everything goes smoothly tomorrow.”

“It will. I know it. And if it doesn’t then fuck it.”

You rested your head on his chest suddenly feeling very tired and overwhelmed.

You could hear his phone getting notification after notification and you both knew exactly who they were from.

He sighed, “I guess I better get going before she has a full blown meltdown.”

“I can’t wait for all of this to be over and we can just move on and live a normal life.”

“Me too. We’re so close and then I can focus on making it up to you. I still owe you quite a bit.”, he smirked.

His lips started at your lips before slowly moving down your neck to your chest. His hands started on your thighs and slowly made their way up. Just as his hands reached the the strap of your bra his phone began ringing again.

He groaned into your shoulder, “Let me answer this. Maybe I can get her to be quiet and go away for a few more hours.”

You smiled watching as he walked over to grab his phone. When he finally returned he had a bit of a pep to his step. As soon as he reached you his lips once again met yours as his hands grabbed your hips pulling you towards the bedroom.

“Wha-what about Suri?”, you asked in between kisses.

“She said she’s going to stay with a friend tonight so she won’t be home so we’re all good.”, he smiled.

You felt a sudden rush of relief knowing that you and Yoongi could spend the night together in peace.

Before you knew it the back of your knees hit the bed and you fell backwards with Yoongi following right behind. With one swift motion your shirt was removed and his not long after. He had your jeans off before you could even blink. Instinctually you reached for his belt buckle, but he grabbed your hands and gently pushed them onto the bed pinning you down.

“This is going to be all about you.”, he said before removing the rest of the thin fabric from your body leaving you completely nude beneath him.

As much as you wanted to protest he didn’t give you the chance as you were quickly hit with a wash of pleasure from the way he touched you.

After what seemed like hours and when you just couldn’t take any more you both shared a shower before getting in bed and quickly falling asleep. You were still surprised at how comforting it felt to have his arms wrapped around you when a year ago it would’ve made your skin crawl.

The next morning you were woken when a swift rush of cold air hit your very warm body. Realizing the cause being that the blanket you were using had been ripped off of the bed and culprit was none other than your best friend Jimin.

Before you could react Yoongi spoke first, “What the fuck Park? Just because you’re our best friend doesn’t mean I won’t fire you.”

Jimin chuckled, “Well after having to spend the night listening to what sounded like a porn being filmed in my own home I just might quit anyways so go ahead and fire me. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to unhear the things I heard last night.” You covered your face in embarrassment while Yoongi laughed next to you.

“What do you need Jimin?”, you asked trying to get out of this situation.

“One of you should probably answer your phone. Jin has been calling for the last hour. He said it’s urgent so call him back.”

You watched as he walked out of the door letting it slam behind him.

“Fuck.”, you heard Yoongi whisper next to you after he grabbed his phone.

He clicked a few buttons before putting the phone on speaker.

“Well well well look who finally decided to call me back. I’ve only called you like twenty five times.”, Jin answered.

“Sorry we just woke up.”, you responded wanting to make sure he knew you were also there.

“Yoongi did you spend the night there?”

“Yeah I did. Suri said she was going to sleep at a friends house so I decided to take the opportunity to stay here.”

Jin chuckled, “Yeah that probably wasn’t a great idea. You should get over here to your place ASAP. You are not going to believe who Suri’s friend is.”

“Wait what’s go-?”, Yoongi went to ask but Jin hung up before he could finish. He looked over at you and chuckled, “Well I guess we better get dressed.” You nodded and you both worked quickly to get dressed and out to the car as soon as possible.

“Who do you think it is?”, you asked on the drive there.

“Who knows at this point.”, he shrugged.

He opened the door to the familiar penthouse and you followed him. Yoongi stopped walking so suddenly you didn’t have time to stop and walked directly into him. Peaking around his shoulder you saw Jin and Suri sitting at the table as you expected, but next to Suri was a woman you’d never seen before. She was one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen. Her hair dyed blond, but it fit her thanks to her tanned skin. It was obvious that she spent a lot of time in the gym as you noticed her perfect proportions thanks to her perfectly fitting designer clothes. Looking down at your leggings and old college sweatshirt combined with your no makeup look and hair thrown in a messy bun you suddenly felt very insecure.

You looked up at Yoongi noticing he hadn’t moved or spoke since walking him the room. He had turned a pale gray color. His eyes focused on the mysterious woman sitting next to a smirking Suri. Jin chewed on his bottom lip not making eye contact with anyone. It seemed like you were the only person who didn’t know this woman.

“Aren’t you going to say hello Yoongi? You don’t want to be rude.”, Suri spoke teasingly.

You watched as Yoongi’s mouth moved up and down, but no sounds came out.

So instead Suri turned her attention to you,

“Oh Hi Y/N, I didn’t even see you there. Must be how you just blend into everything wherever you go.”

You ignored her subtle jab so she continued,

“Let me introduce you two. Mia, this is Y/N, Yoongi’s thing. Y/N, this is Mia, Yoongi’s EX.”

[mrskyler]

✮⋆˙ Open to requests ˙⋆✮

「 English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any writing mistakes ‹𝟹 」

( Please read everything before request! )

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⌗ Hello, my name is ■■, but you can call me Mr. Skyler. I use both feminine and masculine pronouns. But I prefer you to refer to me as he/him.

⌗ As said before, my first language is not English. So when I receive a request, regardless of which language it is, English or Portuguese (my native language), I will make two posts in both languages ​​so that both sides can read.

⌗ I don't know exactly how to use Tumblr, but I'll learn little by little. So I ask you to be patient with me. ‹𝟹

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

✮⋆˙ Fandons and characters I will write:

( I can add more later )

「 Omniscient Reader Viewpoint 」

Kim Dokja

「 Omori 」

Sunny

Basil

Omori

「 Toilet-bound Hanako-kun 」

Hanako / Amane

Tsukasa

「 To Your Eternity 」

The Nameless Boy

Fushi [ 1st Season ]

「 Heaven's Official Blessing 」

Xie Lian

Hua Cheng / San Lang

「 Solo Leveling 」

Sung Jin-Woo

「 DSMP 」

Philza

Tommy

Technoblade

✮⋆˙ What I'll do:

Fluff / Comfort

Angst

Both

✮⋆˙ Which ones I won't do:

Spicy / Lemon / Smut

[ I don't feel comfortable writing this ]

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✮⋆˙ Note: ˙⋆✮

⌗ I can write the story in a romantic or platonic theme.

⌗ You can order multiple characters from the same fandom or different fandoms.

⌗ I will only write for male readers. [ I can try to write for a non-binary audience, but I have never written something like that and I am afraid of disrespecting the person. ] I don't mind female readers liking and interacting with my posts. You are very welcome!

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

✮⋆˙ Feel free to send me your request ‹𝟹 ˙⋆✮

⌗ See you later! ‹𝟹

[windser]

thinking about what it would be like to fucked by pre and post awakened sung jinwoo

pre-awakened sung jin-woo couldn’t be described as awkward per say but he lacked the confidence found in understanding your body. he was a young man who sought out your first praise and stumbled upon your pleasure which often left the reins in your hands.

he enjoyed the affection of kisses, warmed by the thought of being loved enough to receive. his smooches are soft and slow, taking his time to memorize your taste and space. his hands don’t wander much, planted at your sides and occasionally squeezing and prodding. sometimes it was invite a ticklish reaction where he would lavish your squeaks and giggles and feeds you his own.

he felt most at home with his face between your thighs, tongue eager and adventurous. jin-woo didn’t quite have the art down but he was very perceptive to the soft whimpers and sharp twist of your hips. he knew when to delve deeper and how to swipe his tongue just right. here he didn’t have to worry about if he was enough, equipped with both the dexterity of his tongue and digits to bring you to nirvana. he’s unable to resist the own jerk of his pelvis as he rocks into the bedsheets, dragging his pelvis into the mattress. sometimes he can come from that alone, riding the rippling waves of your orgasm right over the edge.

most nights position him on his back with your legs pinching his sides. his clumsy touch left you wet and sticky, the articulation when it came to maintaining the stamina to drive you to the surface. this way he could meet you on the way down and punch up where it counted the most. the rhythm was an unsteady staccato, drawing you to different peaks. his cheeks would flush when he emptied first, apologies hushed by your lips as you eased his hand towards your apex. the flurry of flicks and brush of his knuckles enough to tip the scales. he feeds you soft ‘i love you’s’ as you fall against his chest, sweaty and worn.

post-awakened sung ji-woo doesn’t come with immediate changes. your first night together is too swept up in the passion of him being home more than anything. his first night back from the hospital he splits your thighs and slots himself between, finger tips gripping the fat as his mouth nipples at the curve of your jaw. for awhile he indulges in a wet make out session, lips never satisfied with the taste of your tongue, eager to brand it against his own. his stomach clenches as your fingers tips explore the new planes of his hard work and dedication.

all the while, he drags his body leisurely against yours, hands framing your hips now as he brings you along for the ride. he greedily sucks in all your pants and whimpers, unable to resist breaking the kiss long enough to watch your mouth part as your legs tremble.

you’re still catching your breath as he makes his descent, one hand pushing your shirt up while the other drags down your pants. he mouths at your mound while his fingertips dance across your sticky clit. he urges you to lift your legs with assistance, kissing the inside of your raised thigh before sliding your panties away. his digits find your heat before his tongue, greedily slipping them in and out while he watches you pant.

unable to resist, he laps at you once, twice before rolling your essence into your mouth. his hand fumbles at his own waistband, dragging his shirt down to free his hardness. he drags the tips through your folds, muttering his own praises and sounds of devotion against your lips as he takes you.

his rhythm is not hurried but it’s firm, demanding almost as he reminds you and himself of his vitality. that he survived. still able to share these moments with you and many more. the hand not flicking at your hood, finds you trapped in fisted sheets and curls them together. he feeds on your devotions of love, rocking more strength behind his thrusts until you shudder beautifully. he has the endurance to wait it out, stomach tightening but resisting the urge.

and then he did this thing, shifting forward to bend you in half until your thighs met his ribs. that s so if his hips was so audible, such a sloppy sound that would have been embarrassing had either of you had the tact to be concerned.

it’s the gruff ‘i love you’ that he grunts in your ear that you let drag you under. the sob broke first, then the tremble as you spilled around him. jin-woo moved with new vigor as he chased your lead, soaking in your sensitivity and falling apart.

[oofashwritesfanfic]

[+18]

[ sung jin-woo x fem!reader]

[Kink: orgasm denial]

[Warning: vibrator , teasing , y/n is tied up and it's all just normal spicy times lmao]

[I do not own the characters or art , story is mine]

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"Please... please please... I want to cum please let me cum...~♡" you gasped out , the vibrator going off in your cunt. Though Jin-woo didn't seem to give you much of a reaction , he sat watching your body writhe and twitch. Your hips bucking up as you tugged at the restraints that were holding you down. "You wanted to be a brat so you get treated like one." He said simply , pushing the button to the highest level , making you gasp out , your head tilting back and your eyes tearing up as you felt yourself getting closer to an orgasm but the moment you were about to cum he shut it off. Your legs were shaking and you were a whining drooling mess. "Please...~♡ please... I'll be a good girl... I'll be a good girl...~♡" you begged , tugging more at the restraints. "You and I both know that you won't behave you brat." He snickered and you whined. "Even if I did believe you for a second my dear , I would still..." there was a short pause and on went the vibrator making your eyes roll back and your toes curl. "Torture you like this. Seeming it helps keep you well behaved." He said watching you as you moaned and bucked your hips , wanting some form of other friction. "If you stay behaved though for me I'll be sure to keep that cunt of yours nice and stuffed." He said tilting his head for a moment before he stood up to approach you slowly , all while watching you squirm from the way his thumb fondled the control , making those vibrations erratic and hard for you to control.

"I'll behave... ngh~♡ sir please...~♡" you begged , your hips bucking up slightly. "You don't mean that though." He teased as his thumb eased over your clit making you moan out again. "I do... I do..." you whined. "So dont cum without my say so. If you do that I'll believe you." He said , he knew , he knew you would break. You can't not cum , not that you can't hold back that orgasm , it's just from how sensitive your body has been feeling that you would genuinely struggled with it. "I can't...~♡" you shook your head and he laughed. "You can't or you won't? Hmm?~" He teased as his fingers were playing with your folds , mixed with the vibrations was definitely something. "I can't... my... ngh~♡ body can't handle it...~♡" you gasped out. "Well let's see... if you can stop yourself from cumming then I'll let you cum as much as you want." He said. "Just once. Make it a bit easy on you." He hummed as his free hand moved to grope your breast making you bite your bottom lip. You had to do it now didn't you? So you gave him a nod , it was slow and cautious but he took this time to get onto the bed and unbuckle his pants , pulling out that thick girthy length. Twitching in delight and even leaking some precum. "There's my good brat...~" He cooed happily , aligning himself with your hole. "You'll be a good girl for me right?~" He asked and you nodded again , shivering from the sensation of his tip rubbing against your folds. "Just remember. If you can stop yourself from cumming... you'll get a treat." He whispered , leaning down , kissing your cheek softly before he slid himself inside you , the way he stretched you out was something you could never get use to to. A needy moan escaping your lips , your cunt tightening up around his cock. "Look at ya , tightening up so much already..." he mumbled as his hand ran a hand along your chest , his finger flicking over your nipples making you whimper quietly. "Are you gonna cum... hmm? Are you gonna cum?" He sounded so condescending. It was so sexy , that rough sound of his voice...

"N-no no... 'm not gonna cum...~♡" you whined , that was a lie , you were pretty sure that if he started moving you were going to cum. "So if I start moving will you be able to not cum...?" He asked in a whisper , his face inches from yours. Making you whimper quietly. "N-no... I'll... cum , you'll make me cum..." you panted , your toes curling slightly , your face felt so hot. He couldn't help but chuckle quietly , you could feel him twitch inside your cunt making you moan quietly. Hands tugging at the restraints. "Silly little thing... you're so cute..." he mumbled. "Just cum for me... you've been such a good girl holding out so far." He cooed softly as he started to move his hips , it was deep harsh strokes. Making you moan and gasp out , your back arching. "Jin-woo... wait... ngh~♡ 's cummin'~♡" you gasped out and there it was. That much awaited orgasm that had been denialed countless times had flowed , your love juices squirting out onto his lap and cock. He loved the way you looked when you came for him. The way your cunt clenched his cock and the way you threw your head back... fuck it was so beautiful. "That's a good girl..." he let you ride out your orgasm , giving slow deep strokes , eventually when you stopped his hips started picking up pace. He wasn't going to give you a second to catch your breath it seems , though that's what he did. Especially when you were in such a sensitive state. "Ngh~♡" your eyes were completely rolled back. He didn't stop his movements , not until he came himself. Which resulted in you almost passing out a few times from overstimulation , he made sure you were okay before he kept going though.

You definitely had multiple orgasms , you had to tap out the moment he came. Which he of course took his chance to clean you up and put you in his shirt so the two of you could cuddle.

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[This was lowkey lame but aii , it's here now.]

[bakacentipede]

are you thinking WHAT IM THINKING CAUSE I'D GLADLY TAKE THAT OFFER MR JINWOO

[lexsssu]

Is it possible to request for more sung jinwoo smut? Pls i'm a starved simpTT

TAGS: Jinwoo/Wife!reader, dirty talk, breeding, smut, drabble Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

Ngl I only just realized that I should have answered this ask with that Jinwoo drabble I recently crossposted from Ao3, but also because of that y'all get a totally new one that hasn't been posted there yet HAHAHAHAHA

Something has gotten into your husband.

How else could you explain the way he didn't even get you into bed before deciding he had to fuck you immediately? The way he so easily lifted you up and down his cock while standing up was certainly something you never expected from him.

"...'m sorry I couldn't reach the bed in time, but I couldn't help myself anymore..."

Despite his seemingly apologetic words, there is no sign of repentance from the way he savagely fucked up into you, almost as if you were just a mere onahole meant to receive his cock and cum.

For Jinwoo, his newfound powers hadn't just amplified his growth and potential as a hunter, but his already burning desire for you, his dearest wife, felt like it was fed steroids AND viagra.

Can he really be blamed for wanting to split your pretty pussy open and maybe fuck another baby inside of you? Fuck, just thinking about how soft and plump you get once he knocks you up again has his mouth watering already.

Perhaps another side effect of this new power was the fact that his depravity was also kicked up a notch or two

"Just cum for me one more time, 'kay sweetie? And lemme cream this pretty pussy too before we take a 'lil break..."

Sung Jinwoo did NOT give you a break, and proceeded to breed you until you felt as stuffed as a freshly-made cream-filled donut. And like said pastry, you could only really lie back as your unapologetic husband cleaned you up, making sure to push back any cum that tried to drip out of your with his long fingers.

Thankfully, Jinah had the foresight to take her nephew to her friend's place knowing full well that her brother and sister-in-law would be...preoccupied.

[theanimekid]

Your King Awaits

You’re King Awaits

Warnings⚠️💢🖤: SMUT, 18+, praise kink, monarch kink, size kink, degradation, kidnapping, shadows calling you "Queen", with a puff of fluff

A/n: I felt inspired by a Sung Jin Woo post and so I made one with a little kick. I'm still on the manga but I'll try my best. This is the longest story I have ever written.

Plus Bonus Surprise!🎁(I'll write on a different post)

Prompts:

" Will you-you go out on a date with me?"

"Harm my queen again, and you will pay with your life"

" You are my queen and thus I will treat you like one."

"Come to Your King"

"You're serious?"

Pre and Second Awakening (flashbacks)

You have known him since he was 'the weakest hunter in the world' You were an A-rank at the time. But out of all the hunters in the guild, only you became friends with him, an E-rank hunter friends with an A-rank hunter.

You loved his company. You love how much of a sweetheart he was. Kind, loving, and you developed a tiny crush on him.

He loved your company as well. Whenever you were around him, his heart skipped beats every time, always blushing when your presence was there, always saving your ass when he was in trouble.

But everything changed since that day. The day he saved yours but not the other way around. You blamed yourself for being there to protect him as you should.

Until, one day, a call from his sister Jin-ah said that her brother was in the hospital. Your body felt like collapsing to the floor, but not yet. You told her you were on her way and rushed to the hospital. You ran into his hospital room and jumped into his arms. You whimpered into his chest, " I-I-I'm so sorry, I left you behind in that place even though you told me to save myself but… I-I couldn't bear the thought of losing you and-" He silenced your whimpers with his lips pressed against yours, feeling his love for you. "I know, and I'll promise you this I'll make sure you won't have to worry about me anymore." He spoke calmly with a small smile on his face as he wiped the tear on your cheek. You smiled back.

He gently pushed you off his chest, " A-Also, there's something else I wanna ask you," He stuttered, finally getting the courage to say it, " Will you-you go out on a date with me? After I get admitted from the hospital?" He muttered as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, hiding the blush on his face.

You nodded, "yes, you goofball, I will go out on a date with you if you're paying for it." You added jokingly.

He slowly raised his head to meet your eyes, " You mean it?"

"Definitely."

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It's been months since the last time you met your boyfriend. You've been so busy with work that you almost forgot to check up on him, even though he told you not to worry about him, it wouldn't help just make sure he's doing alright.

As you grabbed for the bag sitting on the table and your keys, the phone buzzed in your long tan jacket. 'Who the hell is calling at this hour?' you thought as you reached for your phone, 'I swear if it's another raid on my day off, I'm gonna hurt someone.'

As you opened the phone, a notification popped on your screen. From an unknown number and a message saying: Y/n, can please talk?. You felt the world go black, your hand carrying the phone trembling. You felt this feeling before. It had to be him. Who else could it be? How did he find me?! But you shook your head, 'I can't be worried about that now.'

As you opened the phone, a notification popped on your screen. From an unknown number and a message saying: Y/n, can please talk?. You felt the world go black, your hand carrying the phone trembling. You felt this feeling before. It had to be him. Who else could it be? How did he find me?! But you shook your head, 'I can't be worried about that now.'

But you didn't want to worry about that. So you deleted the message and headed out the door.

As you secretly tiptoed toward Jinwoo's door, only to see. That it wasn't him? This man was in his room doing pushups. His body was well-toned, abs showed on display, and sweat came down all over his body. You couldn't stop staring, feeling your face warming like the first day of spring.

As he finished his push-ups, he stood up again, grabbed the towel on the metal bar of the bed, and wiped the sweat off his manly chest. Before he'd placed the towel back where it was, he turned to see you standing at the door, carrying a white bag with containers in them. You were prettier the last time he saw you. And; seeing that faint tint of pink on your cheeks.

There was silence between the two of you, Both staring at each other blankly. " Ummm..." you mumbled as you felt a lob at your throat as you swallowed thickly, cheek still pink as ever, "J-J-Jin-woo?"

He beamed and shyly answered, " Um- H-hi y/n-ah, Umm *gulp* You look different." "That's nothing compared to you! You're sexy!!" You blurted out, not knowing that your face was even pinker than usual. Jinwoo started stammering, his face now feeling red. " I-I think you look great as well, and you're prettier than usual... so-so yeah," he felt as though he made the conversation a lot more embarrassing. You emptied your throat, regaining your composure. You held out the white bag in front of you, " I figured you might be peckish so I made us some meals."

He sighed while grasping the white bag away from you," You're a lifesaver, y/n-ah, thank you." He placed the white bag on the small tableland on his infirmary mattress. As you trekked over to sit down, Jin-woo went to shut the door behind you. As the door closed, he turned to you, already sitting on his infirmary mattress and pausing for him to sit down. He walked his way toward you, only not to realize that he left his infirmary shirt on the floor, Jin-woo strode on it, and he was misstepping toward you. You tried to stop him from collapsing on top of you, but you accidentally dragged him down on the bed with you.

The bed shook as the two of you both made it on impact, The light of the sun. Shimmering through the blinds, you both stared at each other. He looked deep into your eyes. Shimmered. Like crystals into the light. She truly is beautiful, he thought. Jin-woo consciously lowered his body, finding himself between your legs. Your flustered gaze never left his, as lips slightly caressing your lips, hands wondering at your body, finding your shirt. He took a small chunk of your shirt and felt the softness of your skin.

The situation turned into a hot make-out session, neither of you backing down from the other. But that would come to a halt as Jin-Ah, decided to visit her brother at the wrong time. " Hey you two, I got some food, if want so-" She paused. She blinked twice to make sure. Her brother isn't making out with a girl. Nope, he is! " I'm telling mom!" She shouted as he ran excitedly out of the hospital.

He turned his attention towards you, embarrassment written on his face. You giggled as you gave him a small peck on the lips. " Looks like there's going be chatter shortly," you said.

Yeah, A lot of chatter

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Weeks went by, and the two of you became closer and closer. You are his comfort whenever he is down.

The thought of losing was possible. There was a time when Jin-woo thought he'll lose you forever, but you weathered again and again. Then, your second awakening happened. Heaven's Soul. During your raid. The S-rank monster was about to discontinue you off until a bright light shined in you, shining bright as the sun, making your hair go completely white. As you walked out of the gate, Jin-woo hurried by your side, noticing your white hair and appearance. He asked what happened inside the dungeon. You explained about your second awakening, and he understood the situation. From that time on, he would ask you to train with him, better to understand the limits of your new power. But, Like Jinwoo, you leveled up every time you battle; he was ingrained if, not a little desirous, because of how much attention from the other hunters you got.

Months turned into years, and the both of you got stronger and stronger. You both went to raids as a couple. Some would try to separate the other but failed. You loved your boyfriend till the end of time, and he loved you no matter what, no one can ever take you away from him.

But everything changed in an instant.

He wasn't the exact Jin-woo you came to know. He'd changed. But you changed too. Things didn't actually end well with the two of you. You went your separate way. Nights alone in your home became something new yet not new at all. Times when you really didn't want to be alone.

Your phone ranged once more; you didn't feel like taking any more raids at this gloomy time. You picked up the phone from your nightstand, unlocked it, and went to your messages. The unknown number called you again for the 25th time this year. You didn't want to deal with any of this, not right now. A shadow rose behind your bed and snatched you out of your trance. You struggled out of anxiety, not knowing what the hell. Is going on around you. The attacker slammed you into the wall, knocking you out unconscious.

Your eyes blurred out, regaining consciousness. To see that you are blindfolded and in an abandoned work site. Chains rattled on top of the ceiling. You felt terrified. You tried to escape your bonds, but nothing was working, "Please don't try and struggle," a voice called out from the darkness, walking towards the empty light in the room. The man had removed his mask to reveal that it was your ex. "Those bonds are rarely special, made specifically for you. Now you won't have to use your powers against me." He snickered as he trotted his way toward you. He grabbed hold of you into a hug, " I know we had our differences in the past. I know I messed up and scared you away… But now it's different. Now… I can finally have to myself again. You see, we're better together than with that other guy."

"No."

He pierced his eyes up to your comeback, not very pleased. "Say that again?" His teeth gritted. " No, I will not take you back. I won't go back to that life where I had to deal with your crazy theories. And-and abusive lifestyle, I despised myself for not stranding you sooner, and you made me think… that I needed you." You kicked him in the gut and groaned as he let go and coughed out blood.

" I never needed you, and I never wi-" He shouted as he slapped you across the face, leaving a bruised mark. HE yanked your chin and forced you to see him, even though you can't. " Shut it, you bitch! I will make you love me again, even if I have to compel you to do so."

He pulled a pair of knuckle braces out of his backpack. He pressed the small button on the sides, and a shot of electricity sparked over the steel braces. He gave them a quick shock on the wall before turning to you, the look of madness on his countenance. " Let's see if these bad boys will make you love me," he laughed evilly; as he scrambled snappy and walked to you.

He lifted his fist, and you screamed as you prepared for the worst. " Who dares threaten the life of my Queen?" A voice called out from the shadows. He quickly shifted around. " Who's there? Show yourself!". The tone in his voice feels paranoia and dread. He turned to you again, got behind you, and placed the knuckle brace near your throat. Before he could know what was happening around him, he didn't notice that his shadow was increasing bigger beneath him. Igris emerged from beneath him and grabbed him by the throat before launching him across the chamber. His body collided against the wall, screaming out of the pain he had gotten. Igris revealed his cloak, and the void opened as a man stepped out of the abyss. 

His cold icy stare glared at the man in front of him. Unwelcoming, bitter, but he only came to you in an instant. Worry and dread filled his gaze as he saw you tied in chains, your skin weakening from them. He cut off the chains with no effort as your body glowed once again to regain your powers. Your body was starting to heal. As you were about to collapse to the hard ground, Jin-woo carried you in his arms, wrapped around his black, long jacket to conceal your half-naked form. You felt relief burning in your soul as he carried you in his arms tightly, He took one last look at your ex before saying these words: "Harm my queen again, and you will pay with your life."

You have woken back inside your flat. Everything was cleaned and tidied up since the last time you left. You groaned as you slowly rose from the bed. You looked around your bedroom. The bathroom light is on and still rushing water from the shower. Curiously, you walked over to the bathroom door. A small gap was still opened, so you carefully took a peak as the showerhead had died down, and a shadow stepped out from the curtains. Jin-woo grabbed a towel from the closet behind him and wrapped the lower half of his body, only showing the v-line. You felt your heart squeezing you, biting your bottom lip. Damn, he's too sexy, you thought as Jin-woo dried his hair and disappeared from your vision. You blinked twice to figure out where he went.

"It's not right to spy on your king," Jinwoo's voice caught your attention as you quickly turned around to see him, now on your bed, the towel still wrapped around his lower half. Arms propped up on the bed and his legs crossed. Gesturing his finger and moving in a fluid motion. " Come to me. Come to your King" His tone was firm, teasing, and commanding. 

Flusteredly, you walked over to your shared bed. Too embarrassed to look at him, you slowly wriggle up his body. You can feel his crystal eyes staring down at you, his smile. Sneering, thinking that you're trying to hide your embarrassment. He took his two fingers to your chin and gently brought them to see his gaze. " You. would be even more beautiful beneath me," He said teasingly. As he flipped you over, and now you're lying on the bed while he's on top of you, You laid helplessly, passion-filled in your eyes. He smiled and dropped down and gave you a deep kiss. Tounge exploring the corners of the mouth, you felt dizzy. You broke off the kiss and spoke breathlessly, " what will you have your queen do, my liege?" All loss of innocence tainted your voice. Now you need him. His body tensed in excitement at your question. "Be a good girl and let me do all the work." He unbuttoned the shirt on your body. Revealing the soft-toned plump chest, nipples hardening in the cold air. Trying to hold his composure, he took one of the mounds into his mouth, sucking the nipple and nibbling as he groaned on your boob. You sighed at the feeling of his mouth on one boob and his hand working the other. He repeated the same movements on the other. He'd finish his assault by grabbing both breasts together and licking them both at the same time.

You groaned loud, your chest heaving in the cold air. Jinwoo chuckled darkly. As he trailed kisses and left tiny bite marks in his path. Your body felt alluring, warm. You need more. "Please, stop teasing so much." You pouted. He ceased his movements and looked at your pouted figure, still flustered after he assaulted your breasts. " Your my Queen, my partner, and thus I'll treat you like one." He spoke calmly. as he stood in between your thighs. He sighed and smirked, lifting your leg over his shoulder, and he tore off the shirt and tossed it on the floor. " But if you really want me to get serious then…. I'll fuck you like a slut." He bit a chunk of your inner thigh and dove his mouth into your cunt. You moaned louder, thighs clenching around his face as he explored your insides with his tongue. You're squirming all over, it's too much, too much.

You can feel you're at your peak approaching. Your breathing was starting to get heavy. " I-I'm gonna-" You whined as your climax came faster before you could finish your sentence. You can feel your peek approaching. Your breathing was starting to get heavy. " I-I'm gonna-" You whined as your climax came faster before you could finish your sentence. He slurped the remaining of your essence.

He stared at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. He licked his lips and gave you a small devilish smile. He wasn't done with you. Not by a long shot, he removed the towel covering his lower half and revealed how painfully hard he was. He spread your legs a little bit more. He lined himself at your entrance, stroking his cock.

He slid himself into you as his iron grip held you in place. Inch by since his manhood entered your wet heat, you whined at the feeling of him. You want more, more. But his iron grip held you in place, keeping you from squirming.

" You're taking me in so well," he praised as he was only halfway inside of you. The stretch was unbearable, even though you have gotten used to his size, it never fails to put you on the edge. His praises and whispering sweet nothings in your ear kept you afloat until he was completely inside.

His thrusts were slow and steady to rough and desperate.

You gripped the sheets below you. You moaned and cried out his name like a chant as the bed shook. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, napping and licking the skin.

Your cunt clenching around his length, squeezing for him, screaming for him. Your close, so close.

You came around him. hard. He soon followed after.

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You both laid there, Bare naked and exhausted. You laid at your side close to his chest and heard his heartbeat. Jinwoo traced his fingers in our back as he nuzzled into your hair.

"Satisfied?" You asked. still recovering from your intensely orgasm. Your body laid limp against the sheets.

"I still hate the thought of him touching you like that, and you were kidnapped without my notice." He replied back, he rested his hand in your cheek, and you sighed against his warmth.

He truly is the luckiest man alive and it’s gets better. He got up from the bed and reached underneath the pillow he was laying on. A small black box appeared on his hand and sat back down. “ I wanted to wait until tomorrow, but afternoon seeing that... tomorrow can’t wait. I love since the day that i met you, you wee always by my side despite everything that’s happened to me, and i was lost, you were here, the light that keeps me going. I nevertheless happier when i’m with you. Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” He opened the boxes to reveal a beautiful purple diamond ring in place.

“You serious?”You asked, He nodded.

“Then, yes. Yes, i do.”

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7 deadly sins: webnovel edition

Greed: Sung Jin-Woo aka Greediest King(tm)

Envy: Kim Gongja (so envious he literally got a taunt s-class card for it & then made it fucking work)

Sloth: Cale Henituse (he's never gonna get that slacker life but by god does he try)

Lust: Su Lüxia (She's not technically from a web novel, but she's got the right vibes and quite frankly I didn't want to get into smut series with this)

Wrath: Seo Joo-Heon (Vengeance Time Traveler)

Pride: Kim Dokja (he has the Vibe for it idk)

Gluttony: Rimuru Tempest (they're skill lets them eat EVERYTHING)

[mrskyler]

✮⋆˙ ACEITO PEDIDOS ‹𝟹 ˙⋆✮

( Por favor leia tudo antes de fazer o seu pedido! )

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⌗ Olá, meu nome é ■■, mas você pode me chamar de Mr. Skyler. Uso os pronomes tanto femininos quanto masculinos. Mas prefiro que se refira a mim como ele / dele.

⌗ Criei esse post porque eu sempre li aqui no Tumblr, aqueles one-shots em inglês dos meus personagens favoritos.

⌗ O problema era que eu tinha que entrar no Tumblr pelo Google e traduzir a página para o português, para que eu pudesse ler.

E nunca vi nenhuma dessas histórias escritas em português. Então cheguei a decisão de fazer isso eu mesmo, depois de virar a madrugada toda no celular.

⌗ Eu não sei ao certo como se mexe no Tumblr, mas irei aprender aos poucos com o passar do tempo. Então peço que tenham paciência comigo. ‹𝟹

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

✮⋆˙ Fandons e personagens que irei escrever:

( Posso colocar mais depois. )

「 Omniscient Reader Viewpoint 」

Kim Dokja

「 Omori 」

Sunny

Basil

Omori

「 Toilet-bound Hanako-kun 」

Hanako / Amane

Tsukasa

「 To Your Eternity 」

The Nameless Boy ( O garoto do episódio 1 )

Fushi ( 1 temporada )

「 Heaven's Official Blessing 」

Xie Lian

Hua Cheng / San Lang

「 Solo Leveling 」

Sung Jin-Woo

「 DSMP 」

Philza

Technoblade

Tommy

✮⋆˙ Gêneros que eu vou fazer:

Fofo / conforto. ( Fluff / Comfort )

Angústia. ( Angst )

Ambos ao mesmo tempo.

✮⋆˙ Quais eu não vou fazer:

Histórias picantes / +18 ( Smut )

( Eu não me sinto confortável escrevendo histórias nesse gênero. )

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

✮⋆˙ Explicações ˙⋆✮

⌗ Eu posso escrever a história tanto em um tema romântico quanto platônico [ Não tem nenhuma relação romântica entre você e o personagem que você escolheu. Ex: Kim Dokja x Child! Male reader ( platonic ) ]

⌗ Você pode pedir vários personagens do mesmo fandom ou de fandons diferentes.

# Só irei escrever para o público masculino [ posso tentar escrever para o público não-binário, mas eu nunca escrevi algo do tipo e tenho medo de desrespeitar a pessoa. ] Não me importo do público feminino curtir e interagir com minhas publicações. Sejam muito bem-vindas!

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✮⋆˙ Sinta se livre para me enviar o seu pedido ‹𝟹 ˙⋆✮

⌗ Até logo!‹𝟹