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circeyoru · 2 days ago

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Inhumans Among Humans _ Part 1: Long Desired Companions

[Sung Jinwoo x Alter AU Shadow Monarch Female!Reader - Romantic | Monarch Change AU] Request Base ― Teaser/Prologue ― Part 1 (here)

“This isn’t… I want… I want to live too…! Why can you all live while I die? Why must I die for you to live? If I can choose… I chose me!”

After waking up from the disastrous Double Dungeon Incident, there was one change that turned your life around. You had woken up to a screen painstakingly close to your face that welcomed you to some program to become strong. You thought you were dreaming and gave it a try, only to find that you weren’t dreaming at all. First up, these screens were only visible to you. Secondly, these screens interact with you as if it was sentient. Thirdly, these screens actually work. By that…

You cut down another wolf and swung your sword to remove its blood from the blade, and an exhale escaped from your lips as you stared at the fallen pack before you. Words of congratulations and notifications of your level-up popped up beside you.

You meant that it actually made you stronger than ever. Once you were an E-Rank that was mocked by the world as the weakest and you could never imagine tanking a dungeon alone. Now though, with this newfound strength you gained, you managed to clear the dungeons provided by the screens. All thanks to the mysterious screens that entered your life from that point onwards.

At a certain point, you started to call it ‘System’ and it responded in kind. Ironically, it acted more like a doting family member than what you had now, or friends who would joke and help you at times of need.

! ALARM [YOU ARE ADVISED TO TAKE THE <JOB CHANGE QUEST>.]

“Aw, but I wanted to be more prepared, you know?” You looked away as you collected the loot you gained from the defeated monsters.

[YOU HAVE BEEN PUSHING THIS QUEST BACK FOR TOO LONG.]

[OVERQUALIFICATION WILL HINDER YOUR GROWTH.]

You pouted and eyed your status window. Each stat was well over 100, and your weakest was vitality, then strength, since you prioritized your agility and sense over all five stats. Now you’re questioning if you should invest more in strength.

[YOU ARE ADVISED TO TAKE THE <JOB CHANGE QUEST> NOW!]

“Ahh! Fine! If I die, it’s your fault, System!”

! ALARM [YOU CANNOT LEAVE THIS DUNGEON UNTIL YOU HAVE CLEARED IT.]

! ALARM [IN THIS AREA, YOUR POTION AND SHOP ABILITY IS RESTRICTED. ON LEVEL UP, YOU DO NOT RECEIVE STATUS HEALING.]

! ALARM [ITEMS SAVED IN YOUR INVENTORY CAN BE USED.]

The moment you finished reading the messages from the System, the battle had begun. You were ambushed from everywhere, removing your ability to hide in the shadows and assess before acting. At first, you were flustered, but you soon got the hang of it as you changed from long-range attack to melee combat. While your raw power left much to be desired, your overpreparations made up for what you lacked. Had you actually taken the quest when you first got it at level 40, you would have struggled immensely, but now you were level 50. It was a cheat, but then… Life’s not fair.

You hummed happily as you picked up the rewards from the fallen knights and animals, equipping yourself with gears and accessories that boosted your stats. The plus side was that they turned invisible after you wore them, and they weren’t even touchable, so there was no hindrance at all. Not to mention, you look pretty stupid if someone could see them on your form.

That wasn’t the main point. You have yet to face a challenge that would be considered as such. Your mind thought back to the System’s nagging and sweatdropped; perhaps you should have listened earlier on. You stopped before a gigantic pair of doors, an ominous aura creeping through the narrow cracks. You took a deep breath and exhaled with your eyes closed. It was a routine action of yours, but one that got you into the zone as you saw it. As childish as it may be, you called your other self that was perfect for dungeon fights above you.

When your eyes opened, your gaze sharpened, and the previous carefree aura you had was gone like a candle flame blown out by the wind. You took out your twin daggers from your inventory and swiftly kicked open the doors, you slipped in through the gap and surveyed your surroundings. Flames atop the pillar lit up one by one, illuminating the giant hall. You quickly ran up the pillar and kicked away the plate with a flame, you watched from a bird’s eye view. There was an empty throne at the end of the room, no enemy in sight.

A chill ran down your spine when you heard clanking metal before you saw it. A knight dressed from head to toe in red armour, a window displayed overhead in red reading [Knight Commander: Igris the Bloodred]. Even with your level raised to 50, this enemy was still red, meaning the odds weren’t in your favour.

Immediately, you switched weapons to your infinite quiver and bow. Just as you drew an arrow to fire, Igris moved at lightning speed. In a panic, you fired, only grazing the side of his helmet instead of the eyes you aimed for. The pillar you were perched on was cut through like butter and proceeded to collapse on you. You jumped to the next pillar, in midair, you turned to fire again at his eyes but this time he blocked it with his sword.

How is he that fast?! The second your feet touched the pillar, Igris had already cut through it again. You didn’t get a moment to boost yourself to another pillar and started to fall. Igris met you halfway and swiped his sword directly at you. You had used your bow to defeat yourself with its [Shield] effect but you were still knocked back into the wall. You coughed and fell to the ground, you looked behind you to find a crater created where you landed on the wall. Weakly, you looked back at your enemy. You knew this wasn’t a fight you could easily win. You couldn’t fight with hand-to-hand combat, it was impossible. Or is it?

You put away your quiver and bow. Instead, you took out two pieces of clothing to tie around your hands. If you could destroy his sword, that would— Huh? You watched in mild confusion as Igris discarded his long sword, even the daggers behind his back. You gulped, this was an enemy that could switch techniques mid-battle?!

There was no time to think as you immediately went into for a punch while Igris appeared to be still shifting gears. You were dead wrong as Igris punched you in the gut, well, he would have if your agility was low. You darted to the side and then behind him, kicking him in the back to make him stumble. There was barely one with his larger form, but you continued the assault. The only weakness you could find was his head, particularly his eyes. Though he must have know where you were targeting since every time you were anywhere close to his head, he’d knock you far away.

What you needed was to limit his movements.

In secret, you wore your clawed metallic fingertip caps and nimbly went from pillar to pillar. It didn’t matter if Igris was destroying them or not, but you just needed him to follow you while you laid the groundwork for your trap. From time to time, you had to avoid his grip that would attempt to grab your ankle as you gained higher ground, so you weren’t swung into the wall. It was more complicated than you’d like since your fatigue meter was increasing bit by bit.

“Ha…” You stopped at the center of the raised platform to admire your work at play. Igris was now immobilized, the thread glistening under the flickering flames. Steel threads, a weapon that strengthened with each snap. You had continuously broken it so that it could come back stronger and stronger, it took a while but now it was unbreakable. Not wasting anytime, you pulled on the threads and they constricted him until eventually they cut through his armour and turned him into pieces of metal.

You collapsed on the throne behind you with a sigh and leaned your head on the back of the throne. If you hadn’t taken this as you were now… You might have died. Now you knew you needed to focus on your [Strength] stats. If your weapons weren’t right and you lacked raw power… You would have died. Period. You glanced back at Igris’ fallen form. This time, you won by sheer luck, it was a mere fluke.

! ALARM [YOU LEVELLED UP!] [YOU LEVELLED UP!]

[RED KNIGHT’S HELMET] [DOMINATOR’S TOUCH] [LEATHER POUCH] [HEARTHSTONE] HAVE BEEN OBTAINED.

[THE JOB CHANGE QUEST WILL BEGIN.]

“What!? But, System, I haven’t checked my rewards!!!” You flinched at the notice. Within seconds, several dark swirling vortexes appeared around you and the fallen knight commander. You glanced back at Igris and then the vortexes, “Don’t tell… Knights are going to come out any second…”

[THE LONGER YOU LAST, THE MORE POINTS YOU CAN COLLECT THAT WILL PLACE YOU INTO A HIGHER-TIER JOB.]

[00:00:00]

[GOOD LUCK.]

“Points…” You eyed the voxtexes and immediately wore your gloves with metallic clawed fingertip caps. Threads came out from the clawed tips and surrounded each vortex like a spider web.

[EVEN THOUGH YOU MIGHT NOT NEED IT.]

As you suspected, knights walked out of the vortexes and immediately walked right into the steel web you had set up. The first few had their armour cut into shreds. The others halted and those with shields came forward to try and overpower the threads, only to be cut as well. You let out a small grin, the threads may look weak and fragile, and they were when you first got them. Though that’s not what they are now.

“Hold still a bit while I get back my rewards, please.” You hummed as you glared at thin air. Sure enough, the window screens of your rewards came back.

[ITEM: LEATHER POUCH] HAS BEEN OPENED. - YOU HAVE RECEIVED [1,500,000,000 GOLD].

[TOTAL: 4,829,572,924G]

“If only this can be used in my daily life as well… Then I wouldn’t have to be making camp in the forest…” You looked to the side. “Then again… It’s hard to afford for an apartment…”

[ITEM: RED KNIGHT’S HELMET] ITEM CLASS: S TYPE: ARMOUR +15% PHYSICAL DAMAGE REDUCTION +20 STAMINA, +20 STRENGTH

“Help me wear it, System~~” You chimed at the window screen, your fingers twitched and wiggled to emphasise your point. “My hands are a bit tied up at the moment, thanks!” While that was going on for you, you weren’t aware that your slight movements sliced up a few knights crowded at your threads.

[RUNE STONE: DOMINATOR’S TOUCH] TYPE: RUNE STONE - A SKILL CAN BE OBTAINED BY BREAKING THE RUNE.

“Oh, drop the stone at the threads! It’ll break that way, right?” You jumped at the chance to gain another skill, its name touches ominous vibes, but also an empowering title all the same, so you were eager to have it. You watched as the rune stone was dropped onto your threads and broke. Immediately, you felt something within you and read the new screen.

[SKILL: DOMINATOR’S TOUCH LV.1] ACTIVE SKILL NO MANA REQUIRED - YOU CAN CONTROL OBJECTS WITHOUT TOUCHING THEM.

“So… Telekinese… Basically.” Your head tilted at the description. The no mana part was something you keyed in on since you didn’t have to watch your mana, using this skill would be very useful in battle. If your guess is correct, you’ll have to level it up to move objects bigger and heavier. “Alright, last one.”

[ITEM: HEARTSTONE] TYPE: CONSUMABLE - A QUEST-EXCLUSIVE ITEM. IF YOU BREAK THE HEARTHSTONE, YOU WILL INSTANTLY LEAVE THE DUNGEON. IF THE JOB QUEST ENDS, THE DUNGEON IS AUTOMATICALLY DESTROYED. CANNOT BE STORED.

“What?!” You watched in slow motion as the stone was dropped from thin air. If it drops and breaks, your quest ends! You immediately discarded the hold on one of your hands that controlled the threads to activate {Dominator’s Touch}, catching it before it could touch the ground and break in any way. “Why can’t it be stored?!”

The knights came at you with the threads gone from their vortex entrance. You placed the stone in your pocket for safekeeping before trying to reinstate your threads again. However, their distance was too close, and you couldn’t pull on them for the same effect. You abandoned your plan and ran at them, exchanging your gloves for daggers as you swiped at them any chance you got until you made it to the walls and ran up. You stabbed the daggers into the walls to serve as your footholds, and you pulled out your bow and quiver of arrows, shooting at any that came close to you.

The unusual aspect of this situation was the absence of a level-up notification. While the healing after levelling up would be restricted, the level-up function was still active since you had levelled up after defeating the knight commander. You observed the crowded knights and spotted a few clothed figures that were set apart from the knights. Why haven’t the mage been attacking you now or when the threads were still present? Were their magic that weak or…

“Summons.” You aimed an arrow at one and they disintegrated into nothingness, leaving only a pendant and their cloak behind. A number of knight armours broke down and fell to the ground in pieces.

[YOU HAVE SLAIN A MAGICIAN.]

[SKILL: ‘DEAD SHOT’ HAS BEEN LEARNED.]

“That’s confirmation enough.” You took out more arrows and aimed. The vortexes are the mages’ spell, the knights are the summons that continuously come out of them as long as the vortex’s active with the mage’s survivability. Kill the root of the cause, kill the knights.

[EFFECT: ‘BIRD’S EYE VIEW’ HAS ACTIVATED.]

A holographic eyeglass appeared over your dominant eye as a clear view of the crowd came into view, the view moved as it followed your line of sight. So you searched for the cloaked hooded figures within the crowd. There are five mages remaining, so you have five targets. You let your arrows fly, but they only hit two of them and the other three had the intelligence to use the knights around them as shields to deflect your arrows.

[YOU HAVE SLAIN A MAGICIAN.] [YOU HAVE SLAIN A MAGICIAN.]

You moved quickly when the remaining three got together on their knees for what appeared to be some form of larger spell. You abandoned your bow back into your inventory and took your daggers out of the wall as you fell to the ground. You reached out your hand and curled your fingers inwards to your palm. Using {Dominator’s Touch}, you grabbed onto the neck of one of the mages and and squeezed it tight until the notification popped up.

[YOU HAVE SLAIN A MAGICIAN.]

Though the spell was completed. The remains of the fallen knights merged together as a neon purple glow turned them into a larger and stronger form as a golem that towered over everything in the room. It stomped its feet at you as if trying to crush a bug, but with your agility, you were far superior in speed. Merging the knights wasn’t a smart move since you had more space to act. You used {Dominator’s Touch} to give yourself a boost as you dragged yourself right into the magicians’ summoning party. You slashed your daggers at them and that was game.

[YOU HAVE SLAIN A MAGICIAN.] [YOU HAVE SLAIN A MAGICIAN.]

You turned your head to make sure your enemies were all defeated. The knights all dropped dead to the ground, even the golem collapsed back into the pile of knight armours it once was. You breathed in and out, in and out, catching yourself as you calmed your heartbeat. You glanced to the timer, “Is it over, System?”

[00:29:21]

[ALL THE MONSTERS IN THE ROOM HAVE BEEN SLAIN, THE QUEST WILL END NOW.]

“So hey… I didn’t exactly last a long time… Given that the digits are in hours too, but does that mean I’ll be in a low-ranking job?” You nervously asked your nice companion.

[YOU WILL BE GIVEN A CLASS BASED ON THE PERFORMANCE YOU HAVE GIVEN DURING THE QUEST.]

[A JOB WILL BE GRANTED AFTER THE PLAYER’S ACTIONS HAVE BEEN ANALYSED.] - PLEASE WAIT PATIENTLY.

You hummed as you waited. Your mind replayed what you did. You went straight to the point, analyzed the situation, and acted without delay. You could be placed into an assassin class, a spy, maybe, or a ninja? If there were such a thing available. You don’t see yourself as tank or mage at least. You could understand a ranger with your mastery over the bow and the use of threads, and a fighter since you did rely on your daggers.

[WHEREVER THE PLAYER GOES, THE REAPER FOLLOWS.] [THE PLAYER’S PATH IS LITTERED WITH CORPSES, THE SMELL OF BLOOD, AND CARNAGE.] [AS THE PLAYER POSSESSES STRENGTH, SHE DOES NOT LEAVE ANYTHING TO HER TEAMMATES, AND OVERCOMES EVERYTHING WITH HER OWN STRENGTH AND INTELLIGENCE.] [YOUR DESIRE FOR POWER BURNS STRONG ENOUGH TO CALL THOSE WHO WANDER THE VALLEY OF DEATH, AND THE ARMY OF THE DEAD WHO FOLLOWS YOUR COMMANDS SHALL CREATE A PATH WHERE YOUR WORD WILL BE THE LAW AND YOU WOULD NEVER NEED OUTSIDERS’ HELP AGAIN.]

[YOUR JOB IS “NECROMANCER”.]

“Huh?” You blinked at the windows with their cryptic messages. “Are you sure that’s me? I’m not that scary… Am I?”

[YOU ARE.]

“Hey now…” You chuckled. You stared at the window that displayed your result. A necromancer is a magic sub-class, and while you have increased your [Intelligence] stat to master your various weapons and their unique skills, you don’t focus much on magic. Could it be because of your continuous use of {Dominator’s Touch} during the quest?

A grim magician that summons an army of undead to do their bidding. Wait, summon? You eyed the fallen knights and mages around the room. If you did have companions that helped you like the System, then you could earn more money no problem and make life easier. Plus, these undead should be loyal beings, right? They would be betraying you and follow your commands, they would be practically immortal as well, as long as you were alive.

You really wouldn’t need to rely on another person. You chuckled bitterly and smiled with your eyebrows furrowed. How pathetic. Are you that desperate for companionship that you would take a job like this? To be friends with your own power? You pushed it to the back of your mind. Who had the right to judge or question you. You had been on your own for too long. If being a necromancer was the only way you could surround yourself with trusted beings for your own good, then so be it.

True, you��re not sure about whether the undead you summon would be able to grow stronger, but you could. The stronger you grow, the stronger your summons as logic would point to. In time, you’d be able to clear dungeons alone with relative ease. Either way, you can grow stronger and so can your future companions.

! ALARM [WILL YOU ACCEPT YOUR JOB?] YES NO

“No need to ask, yes.” You smiled.

[YOUR JOB HAS BEEN CHOSEN.]

[BASED ON YOUR PERFORMANCE AND POINTS, YOU WILL BE GIVEN A CHANCE TO PROMOTE TO A SUPERIOR CLASS.]

[YOU HAVE OVERACHIEVED THE EXPECTED PLAY TIME.] [POINTS WILL BE ADDED.]

[YOU DID NOT USE A HEARTSTONE.] [POINTS WILL BE ADDED.]

[FINAL HEALTH IS ABOVE 80%.] [POINTS WILL BE ADDED.]

[ALL ENEMIES HAVE BEEN SLAIN.] [POINTS WILL BE ADDED.]

[THE TOTAL POINTS HAVE EXCEEDED THE FEAT LIMIT.]

[YOU WILL BE PROMOTED FROM ‘NECROMANCER’ TO ‘SHADOW MONARCH’.]

Shadows swirled and came at you, instead of devouring you or overwhelming you, it felt like a blanket over your form. It clung to you and cloaked you with a refreshing chill. Exhale and you could see your breath for a few seconds before it disappeared. “Woah…”

[YOU HAVE LEARNED A JOB-EXCLUSIVE SKILL.]

[YOU HAVE OBTAINED BONUS STATS.]

[YOU HAVE OBTAINED THE TITLE ‘THE ONE WHO OVERCAME ADVERSITY’.]

Your head turned to the screams and cries you heard all around you, your eyes glowed as you spotted the faint shadowy whisps from the knight armoury.

[SHADOW EXTRACTION CAN BE USED ON THIS TARGET.] [SHADOW EXTRACTION CAN BE USED ON THIS TARGET.] [SHADOW EXTRACTION CAN BE USED ON THIS TARGET.] [SHADOW EXTRACTION CAN BE USED ON THIS TARGET.] [SHADOW EXTRACTION CAN BE USED ON THIS TARGET.] [SHADOW EXTRACTION CAN BE USED ON THIS TARGET.]

“So it’s more like turning corpses into summons than randomly summoning stuff…” You remarked aloud after understanding the System’s windows. You blinked and turned to the first and hardest opponent you faced, you skipped over the knight armours to what remains of the knight commander Igris. You only had a hard time when you faced him, if he was your companion…

[PLEASE SELECT YOUR COMMAND PHRASE FOR SHADOW EXTRACTION.]

“Wakey wakey~”

[ARE YOU SURE?]

“....Get up?”

[LAST CHANCE.]

“Fine fine…” You gave up and offered your hand to Igris, your eyes closed briefly before reopening with a purple hue. Like you were possessed by some force or destiny, the word came naturally to you. “Arise.”

Shadows shifted at your word and chilling tone, the black smoke twirled and twisted from the gaps of the armour. The translucent state slowly formed a solid figure you recalled moments ago. Only this time, he wasn’t plated in blood-red armour but pitch-black from head to toe; the only colours were the ponytail at the top of the helmet that flowed down to his back, and between the gaps of his armour were neon blue, even his eyes.

[SHADOW’S LEVEL WILL BE 7.]

[SHADOWS HIGHER THAN RANK KNIGHT CAN BE NAMED.]

“A name…” You hummed at the knight commander, frankly you have no talent for naming and his old name had a ring to it so… “Igris. You are simply Igris now.”

[IGRIS LV.7] RANK: KNIGHT

[YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY EXTRACTED THE SHADOW.]

“Let’s call on other companions to join you. Can’t be a commander without soldiers.” You shifted your attention to the piles of armour. You had more than enough space to extract more Shadows into your army of the dead. You had to thank yourself for waiting a while before doing this quest, since if you had done so when you level and stats were lower, you might be able to accomplish much. “Arise.”

[SHADOW INFANTRY LV.1] RANK: NORMAL

[SHADOW MAGICIAN LV.1] RANK: ELITE

[SHADOWS ABLE TO BE EXTRACTED: 37/50]

[REMINDER: YOU CANNOT RECALL SHADOW SOLDIERS THAT HAVE BEEN SENT TO NOTHINGNESS.]

You smiled at them as they all bowed to you, your eyes glowing blue, “Let’s enjoy our time together, my faithful comrades in arms.”

Note: Now, Jinwoo won't be appearing a while, so don't go asking where is Jinwoo and such in the comments section or my inbox. There's a lot to cover before Jinwoo appears and the story moves on. As polled before, this story is now a romantic one between Jinwoo and Reader, the ending of this story will be before the Jeju Arc, meaning Beru and the JP Hunters onwards won't be appearing in this series. All parts are around this length, around 2800-3000+ words, so it'll take a while to update. Please be patient.

With all that out of the way~ I'm happy to officially kick start this series!!

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English VA for Jinwoo Threatens Haters Recording for “Arise” ― Animation Version

Hope you guys like this and won't be too bored since Jinwoo won't be appearing for a while~ Enjoy guys~~

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mullermilkshake · 3 days ago

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A recipe for... something.

Part 15 <- Part 16 -> Part 17

Making dinner for four shouldn't be this emotional.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Hunter!reader Tags - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, References to prenatal depression, Anxiety, Body effects to pregnancy, Smut, NSFW, Vaginal fingering, Cunnilingus, Smut in the shower,

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I have only watched the anime and haven't gotten round to reading the manhwa yet. Please refrain from spoilers.

TAG LIST REOPENED -> ONE SPACE LEFT

DISCLAIMER - I am a writer who likes to push the boundaries in my writing when it comes to realism, the amount of research I do for the things that I write doesn't even scratch the surface, but it's real, and can be triggering for some. The tag for Prenatal depression is only scratching the surface of the ideas that I have. This is why my works are usually DDDNE, so going forward, please make sure you're reading the tags.

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“Okay… So when do I add the green onions?”

You could cook just fine, but a meal for the Chairman was something else entirely.

“Right at the end or they’ll wilt otherwise. Add the sauce halfway in and the sesame seeds last.”

Jinwoo’s mom had been a bigger help than ever. After meeting her for the first time, though it didn’t go too well, but she was smitten with you according to Jinwoo. Every so often, you called her, like little catch up sessions until you were comfortable going to see her on your own.

Despite His mother and Jinah finding out about the engagement on television, they were both quite accepting. More so than yourself, and you were the one engaged. Jinah called Jinwoo in the morning, saying all sorts over the phone that Jinwoo just chuckled at and reassured her.

Then came the scream down the phone line for congratulations.

“Okay.” You made notes, writing them down quickly and messily before Jinwoo got home with your grocery list. “So, I cook the meat on medium, for…”

“Three hours, dear. It’ll make it tender but lets it keep its shape.”

“Right.”

She called your name sweetly. "You’ll do just fine. Jinwoo will be with you, anything you need, you know he’ll get it for you. He’ll take good care of you.”

“I know. He’s been really good to me… Mom.”

You’d never get used to addressing her as ‘mom’. The thought never crossed your mind, ever. She was to be your mother-in-law, Jinah, your sister-in-law.

It’s all happening so quickly.

You’d catch a shimmer of the moonstone on your finger from a light source, like your own personal reflective surface and stand there thinking what the hell kind of direction has my life gone in?

Pregnant with twins, engaged and living with a man you were still coming to terms with and whether a relationship was something you really could afford to bet on.

“He’s a good boy, he always was. Though if anything changes, you’ll let me know, won’t you?”

Jinwoo was an incredibly successful hunter, strong, kind, it was almost like he had no bad bone in his body. He could support you and the babies on his own, he made it clear despite your protests.

It was just that his overprotectiveness was suffocating.

You put this down to your pregnancy hormones, they way the twins made you so uncomfortable after sitting on your bladder or fluttered about so much it made you vomit.

“Yeah, of course.” You blinked away tears you didn’t know existed, sniffling away the sudden wave of sadness from your throat. “Of course I will. Look, I need to go, Jinwoo will be back soon and I need to prep the kitchen. Thank you for the advice, I’ll call soon.”

The longer his mom sat on the line for, the quicker the tears turned into a twisted stomach. Working yourself up for nothing made the sensation pulse like it was alive and ready to strangle you.

“Okay then, dear. I hope the night goes well! I’ll call tomorrow."

“Bye.”

You raced to put the phone down, bricking it to the bathroom as fast as your legs could carry you, cautiously holding your belly to stop it from jiggling.

“Sorry babies-” That’s when you threw up, mid sentence, head in the toilet bowl like you were searching for gold.

Eye’s handmaiden appeared so much that it was practically visible twenty four seven, it never left its usual posture tucked away in the corner. You were always in pain with something or other, and even then, it wasn’t as effective anymore.

The twins really were draining your mana, your energy, your life force. It was hard to see them as babies sometimes and not two little extraterrestrial beings using your body to incubate themselves so that they could return back to their home planet.

Maybe baby aliens aren't so unbelievable? Look at Jinwoo, he’s on another level than any of us in South Korea.

He’d definitely make a great father, even while vomiting and listening to the most attractive echoes of retching while gasping for breath, you could see the wood for the trees. It was just the thought of doing something so impressive, raising two little people to be functional adults sat shivering in the back recess of your brain just out of reach.

Were you being maternal? The advertisements and shows never did it justice or presented any other alternative to being extraordinarily happy and glowing. Because you weren’t. Your skin paled more than anything, and you didn’t know what to think or when to think it, sailing by and holding out on that poorly crafted life raft.

When they’re here, things will be different.

That didn't go to say that you weren’t getting little bursts of the maternal side Jinwoo’s mother told you about over the phone. Now, it was definitely there, and you knew that these babies were yours. You were making them yourself in your own body, but this feeling wasn’t constant, it flickered on and off like a candlelit room.

One moment, you would cling to that glow for warmth knowing soon you’d hear their little voices, getting fiercely protective over two little blanket wrapped babies that couldn’t protect themselves. Then, in another, you just wanted your body back, so much it would bring you to tears and the idea of asking for the association's help looked more tantalising by the minute.

The whole idea made your stomach churn, because what side would win when the babies arrived? You’d never know until the time came.

“I’m home! Are you alright?!”

You perked up at Jinwoo’s voice, forgetting that Igris was eerily floating somewhere nearby watching your every moment. He probably reported back to Jinwoo, though he couldn’t speak- well he never spoke to you, but sometimes you tried catching him out.

Jinwoo rushed into the bathroom and never missed a beat, getting down on the floor with you to push your hair out of the way from the toilet bowl. “I’m sorry, I never meant to be this long, I just wanted to stop by the bakery to get your favourite and there was the longest queue- Baby, I’m so sorry.”

There was a twinge, a twitch behind your eye, like you were helpless. “I’m not frail, I can look after myself, Jinwoo.”

He stopped immediately, letting go of you and he moved his mouth but knew better than to say a word. The two of you sat there in silence until you could move yourself and clean your face.

“Look… I didn’t mean to snap, I just-” sounded like a massive prick? Yeah. With the remnants of vomit on your lips. “I’m feeling pretty low, right now. I don’t know what to do, and I feel really claustrophobic… Everything is happening so quickly and I can’t keep up with it.”

There wasn’t a hint of upset in Jinwoo’s body language, but he hesitated touching you though you let him tuck your hair out of your face. “It’s been a lot. I apologise for steaming ahead, for putting more on your plate when all I want is your happiness, and health.”

“My hormones are all over the place. One minute I’m happy, then I’m crawling the walls because the apartment just isn’t right. Igris carries everything I want to move, then the next day I want the sofa back on the other side of the room. We’re going to have to decorate the spare room soon and I know exactly what I want, but then I don’t at the same time. Most days, I want to eat the entire house, and then I’m not hungry at all… I eat the most disgusting combinations of food and I love it…”

Your shoulders dropped when he said nothing. “And then I do things like that, and I’m horrible to you… I like you Jinwoo, I think I really really like you, but I’m not the nicest person to be around in any capacity. Then I get– I get moment’s like this-”

That was it, you started sobbing like you’d just been read from a will after someones passing. “I’m such a mess!”

“Shh, shh, baby. It’s alright.” Jinwoo held you, rubbing your belly as though it was a magic lamp, probably hoping it would get you to stop wailing into the palms of your hands. “The doctor said it was going to be bumpy. I’m sorry I sprang all of this on you, the dinner, having the Chairman over. I wasn’t thinking.”

“No- no. It’s fine.” You hiccuped in his arms, wiping the wet away with your sleeves. “It’ll be alright, I just- I just need to clean myself up.”

Jinwoo held you tight, resting his head on yours and gently rocking you. “You want to take a shower together?”

It wasn’t the worst idea. Since the babies were growing, having a bath wasn’t exactly practical, especially since you enjoyed steaming hot water. Something the doctor advised against. That white hot sting scratching an itch your skin just couldn't satiate itself hit the spot after a long day training or raiding a dungeon, covered in mud and god knows what. You settled for a mildly hot shower instead.

Jinwoo’s body heat set any tepid water steaming. More of a comfort, really. But then again, you’d received some of the most intense orgasms whilst the shower water sprayed everywhere.

An orgasm wouldn’t go amiss right now. Might calm me down.

It would make any pain go away, being a natural painkiller. So if anything, it would be beneficial to the shooting leg cramps or back aches you were getting.

“Would you-” you stopped before you made yourself sound desperate.

“Hm?” it was as though Jinwoo already knew what you wanted to say, he just wanted you to say it. “What do you want, baby?”

There it was, his little crooned words that drawled in your ears that set your cheeks on fire. His eyes watching you in a way that made you want to back away before he pounced and ate your pussy like his last meal.

A talent of his, actually.

“I want…” You could have just kissed him, that would have given him the message. You hadn’t brushed your teeth yet. “I want you to…”

He knew what you wanted, you could tell by how he closed the space between you, his eyes flickering down to your lips as he subtly licked his own. “Tell me what you want.”

Oh lord. “I want you to eat my pussy until I can’t stand up.”

“You’re getting so much better at using your words, aren't you?”

Before he could kiss you, you looked away. “Jinwoo, I haven’t even brushed my teeth-”

“Don’t care.”

Before you could protest, he chased your lips, lazily biting down on your bottom lip and cupping your chin before you disappeared from his grasp. How he managed you up from the floor and never breaking contact with you was something you wouldn’t ever understand, he did with ease and stripped each item of clothing from your body before his own.

The man was a master multitasker in and out of the bedroom, from making your favourite meals and setting up your favourite new show on the television, to turning the shower on, slowly rubbing your sensitive clit and stripping himself off.

In that order.

He had you moaning his name before a single drop of water touched you from the spray of the open shower door, the perfect temperature, wide spread and splashing over you which intensified the need for his body close to yours. Pressed up against you and his two long fingers working their way inside to that spot which drove you crazy enough to grip onto his hair.

“Jinwoo- Jinwoo, oh my god.”

His coo’s and undeniably filthy words of praise were far more steamy than any shower could have been. Jinwoo’s wrist moved in such away, that you were sure you would discover a new colour at any moment. Being pregnant changed your body in odd ways, yet how he sucked your nipple the way he did almost pushed an orgasm out straight away. So sensitive, unruly and needy.

“You want me to make you feel good here, or on the bed?” He said in your ear once he let your nipple leave his lips with a pop.

“Here- here. Fuck, do it here, I can’t hold it any longer. Fuck, Jin- please make me come.”

It was that little husk in his voice when he laughed, the one he reserved for when he woke up, half asleep. The same husk that drove you insane until you were sitting on his cock, bouncing on his hips until all the room heard was the vicious slapping and stifled moans from your throat.

“That’s my girl.”

You had screwed your eyes shut, focusing way too much on your orgasm and not the logistics of your tummy bump, not that it stopped Jinwoo. His tongue found its way to your clit with no trouble at all, game over for you. Jinwoo hooked your right leg over his shoulder and held you there in suspended animation, sucking your tingling clit like it was going out of fashion.

Jinwoo gripped your ass with his fingertips, pinching the plush fat between his fingers as he ate. His tongue swirling with purpose in the right angle, matching the pace of the slashing water on your back, soaking your hair as wet as your pussy was. You were embarrassingly close, a perk and curse of pregnancy, getting to the delicious centre of a gooey sweet and feeling the emptiness of finishing it too quickly.

“J-Jinwoo, don’t go too fast, I’ll come too quick- Shit, shit!”

He licked faster, sucked with the desperation of a stranded man looking for water, inserting his fingers inside you. His hair dripped and soaked onto the floor, on to your feet and in between your toes that curled over the edge and no grip.

You came, with no real guess of what your body was doing. So early, so blind in orgasmic bliss that you weren’t sure of the noise your throat howled out, like a desperate animal. Jinwoo never stopped shoving his head between your thighs, fingering you past your orgasm until it made your legs shake and ready to give out had he not held you tight in his grasp.

“I think that’s a personal best.” He said, when he came up for air and pulled you as close as he physically could. “Hey, c’mon, look at me.”

Blushing at him seemed to humour him, embarrassed at how quick you came despite it’s calming effects on your mood. Jinwoo kissed your lips softly, caressing your cheek until you made eye contact.

“Ask any time, I’ll give it to you. It doesn't matter how quick. If you’re enjoying it, then I’ve done my job.”

When he put it like that, it made sense.

Still, to redeem yourself, you let him make you come one more time. You held out longer by two minutes.

Oh dear.

“Did you find the recipe you want to use tonight?”

“Yeah, I have it on my phone, hold on.”

You left Jinwoo in the bathroom to dry himself off, you padded off towards the kitchen in your towel that barely fit around your baby bump. Your phone sat where it was on the kitchen counter, just as you left it, with the call log open.

So why was there a giant fucking insect in the living room watching television like it was the most natural thing in the world?

“Oh my god!” You screamed and backed away right into the wall.

The bug thing jumped up from the sofa and mirrored your movements like a weird puff of smoke and cracked mirror.

“What’s wrong?! Where are- oh…” Jinwoo just stood there.

Was it one of his shadows? It could have been, not that you could have been reasonably logical the way your heart beated in your throat.

“I never introduced you to Beru… did I?”

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tiredmamaissy · 2 months ago

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Alpha Sung Jin-woo helping me through my heat? Yes, pretty please.

🔞mdni🔞

alpha!jinwoo x lycan!shadow reader

Warnings: smut, p in v, masturbation, dubcon, heat cycle, dom jin, virginity loss, profanity, disgusting filth, creampie, alternating female + male povs, i.e your pov vs jins

a/n: a fair warning I was ovulating while I wrote majority of this ok? So it’s just kinda filthy I apologize. I’ve been thinking about Jinwoo helping us through heat for quite a while and this was the only way my brain could conjure up a situation to make that possible lol I also alternate povs between yours and then jinwoos so we get an idea of what hes feeling too, so I’m so sorry if this is a tad weird 😂

w/c: 7k

your pov

Aside from my notably pointed ears and canines, there isn’t much else that sets me aside from the humans. Yeah, my hair looks silver in some lighting but my body is pretty identical to that of a human. Well, for the most part. I do have…extra features.

I thought that being a part of the master's army would change those things—you know, being dead and all. Yet, things are mostly the same aside from the overwhelming urge to serve Master Jinwoo in every way possible. He’s the better king, anyways.

My father comes nowhere near him. He made me suffer most months, throwing me in the dungeon in the basement of the castle and letting the moon shove a double edged sword through my body as I cried out in agony.

I thought that was all over.

One would assume that existing in this…form would mean no pain and discomfort, or even emotions and needs. But I feel everything like I would back in the castle with my shitty excuse for a father.

But I just…never expected this.

Another wave ripples through me, tearing me from my thoughts and bringing me to my knees. The other shadows take notice in this little bubble that we float in until the king summons us. Some turn their heads to look at me, while others turn their heads to ignore me. I suppose we all still have most of our free will.

I clench my thighs together and will the cramp to radiate down and out my extremities. I seal my lips tight but a little whimper still escapes them, and it shocks even me. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It’s only been a few hours and it’s only getting worse. Just like it used to. At this point, father would be locking the door and throwing away the key.

But I refuse to let this happen in front of the others. At least in my dungeon I had the privacy to suffer and squirm and squeal on my own. I keep my focus on my bruised knees and force the muscles in my thighs to relax. Maybe I can get my own bubble or something.

I am the only girl here.

“What’s wrong with her?” I hear a whisper behind me, and the sound of shuffling beside me.

“She kind of…smells.” Another voice fires the words like an arrow through me.

Not fair. I can’t control that part of this.

I peek up through my lashes and catch a glimpse of the blockhead called Iron dramatically pointing at me in dead silence. He looks as if he just discovered new land or something. I open my mouth to give him a piece of my mind but an armored hand gives his wrist a satisfying smack.

“That’s rude.”

It’s Igris, my favorite shadow in the army. Not that I really know the others anyways. He’s the quietest of the lot, and is seemingly master's second in command. I’m not exactly excited for him to see me like this, but there isn’t much I can do about it. I look away and curl into a ball to soothe the dull ache in my core.

“What’s the matter?” Igris takes a knee beside me and looks me over. “Are you in pain?”

Gods, what do I even say? Nothing, that’s what. I give him a slight nod and bite my cheek to stifle the groan trying to escape from me too.

“She smells good.” Iron speaks like a caveman, inching his way closer to Igris. Igris extends a hand behind him and halts Iron with a shove, forcing him to keep a distance from me.

“Give her space.” Igris says sternly, a little louder than needed. I guess that message was for everyone. My cheeks heat up. Shit. I tuck my head down to hide my flushed face and that throb down there worsens.

Igris tenses. I can sense it—he’s strung taut like a bow ready to snap. I can’t help but wonder if it’s me making him that way or if he’s just being his usual self. Regardless, I can’t bring myself to look back at him right now. Not when I’m making a little mess in my panties. No, that would be shameless.

Igris clears his throat and his armour clanks as he lowers his face next to mine. “You are part Lycan, correct?”

Igris speaks for only me to hear. It sounds as if there’s a hidden question disguised behind that one. Whatever it is, I don’t answer. He sighs slightly and allows the uncomfortable silence to pass between us. After what feels like an eternity, Igris pulls back and straightens his spine.

“I’ll inform the king.”

Suddenly we’re being sucked out of this bubble and my heated skin is on the cold tile. It feels like I’m sizzling against it’s surface, and the feeling is delectable. I wonder if my master will let me stay here for a while longer. Just until it’s all over.

“Inform me of what?” Jin-woo stands before me, yet he’s looking at Igris beside him with his arms crossed over his chest.

I feel like we’re in trouble or something, especially with him standing like that. It’s making me nervous but the sensation deep in me isn’t allowing the nerves to take over. I can’t get up even if I try. I tighten my grip around my knees and my fangs descend and throb in my mouth.

I hate this.

“She’s…in pain.” Igris speaks with uncertainty in his voice, like if it were a question rather than a statement. Jinwoo shifts his focus on me, looking down at me with a cocked brow. I guess he’s never had issues with one of his shadows like this.

“Pain?” Jin-woo sounds almost intrigued. “What happened?”

Igris doesn’t answer right away, he’s giving me a chance to speak for myself but I don’t take it. I’m feeling more embarrassed than anything right now.

“I am unsure, master.” Igris finally says and I look up to meet the glowing eyes of my creator.

Jinwoo is kneeling in front of me. The king himself, kneeling, before me. My face flames and my thighs rub against one another. I show my submission and look down, how dare I look into his eyes when he’s on his knees?

“Speak.” Jinwoo commands me, and the instinct to obey rides me hard. I surprise myself when I glance over at Igris, and then back to my master. And just like that, Jinwoo waves Igris away and he fades into a black mist.

“Forgive me, you’re my first female shadow. I know privacy is important.” My king speaks to me with his hand extended. He’s urging me to take it. Oh, gods. I obey and take it, and suddenly I’m being carried across the room and lowered onto what I can only assume is his bed.

“Now, talk to me.”

Now I have to say it. There’s no escaping it. He himself is demanding an answer, here and now.

“Um…” I begin, breaking eye contact to look down at my feet. They feel heavier and I have way more color than usual. I almost look…alive. And with this annoying ache, I almost feel alive too. Jin-woo angles his head to catch my gaze and what feels like my heart bursts through my chest.

“Just something…Lycan.”

“Something…Lycan.” Jinwoo repeats slowly, nodding slightly as if he understands what I mean. “Right. So will it fix itself? I don’t know if the system has—”

“Yes! Yes.” I answer him quickly, calming down when I realise that I’ve totally interrupted him. “It’ll go away in a couple days. I just need, uhm—”

“You need…?” Jinwoo draws out the word as he waits patiently.

“My own bubble.” I speak with feigned confidence. This is my chance and I’m determined not to let the other shadows see me like this.

“Your own…bubble?”

Master seems confused.

“Yes.” I say, and give my best smile. “Please.”

His brows furrow. Master is definitely confused.

“I need…privacy.” I use the word he did.

“Ah.” Jinwoo nods, and looks at me with an unreadable expression. It’s that same expression someone makes when they're trying to solve one of those oddly shaped puzzles. “Okay. Understood.”

Perfect. I’m getting my own bubble, and I don’t need to worry about anything else other than just getting through this shit show.

“But I can’t give you your own…bubble.”

What? Didn’t he just say ‘okay’? That he understands?

“Instead, you’ll stay here.” He motions to his room and for the first time I take it in. The grey paint on his walls. His wooden wardrobe. The flat screen t/v mounted to the wall. His bed that I’m sitting on.

He wants me to stay here?

“You said, what? A couple days? I have more than enough mana to keep you here.” Master speaks so casually about allowing me in his personal quarters. Unbothered, he stalks towards the door and reaches for the handle. He opens the door and lingers in the frame, back turned to me. “Take the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

Absolutely not.

“No! M-Master, you can’t. I will take the couch, o-or even the basement! I really don’t need much space. Even the floor is fine.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Jin-woo casts me a glance over his shoulder. “I’ll be tending to a few matters and won’t be here most of the time, anyways.” He walks through the bedroom door, collected and composed. “Make yourself at home.”

The door closes softly behind him and I’m left alone in a room that smells like him. Every part of this place smells like him. His sheets. His pillow. Even the curtains are stained with his musky scent.

I feel like I’m floating, being led by my nose like a predator to prey.

And when I come to, I’m curled up in a pile of his laundry in his bed, stripped buck naked. I don’t quite remember how I got in this position, but I’ve never felt more comfortable in a nest before. All my previous nests have been made of my old blankets, and whatever linen my father throws down in the basement.

This one is perfect. And it smells exactly how it should. I tug a fat pillow towards me and embrace it with all four limbs, inhaling deep and holding it. Heat bubbles in my tummy and I moan into the pillow’s cushioned surface. It muffles it just right.

My toes curl and my thighs grip the pillow, shimmying it closer and closer to the place where it aches the most. The pressure is sublime. I shove my hand between me and the pillow and my fingers strum at my slippery clit. I bury my face into the pillow and my eyes burn when that hot sensation zings through me.

“Ahh!”

sung jin-woo’s pov

I never thought I’d have to deal with one of my shadows being in heat. I got the notification as soon as I summoned her and Igris.

Notification: [Lycan Shadow] is in heat. Do you want to help her? ☐Yes ☐No

Of course I chose yes. What kind of master would I be if I didn’t help one of my loyal shadows? It’s my responsibility. Plus, she’s female.

But that doesn’t change the fact that I had no idea what it really meant to pick yes. I’m not an idiot—I know what a heat is, especially for a Lycan. I thought giving her some privacy would be enough but now the system seems to be urging me to do a bit more than that.

Notification: [Lycan shadow] will peak in her heat in 8hrs35mins12secs. There may be a penalty if the quest isn’t completed.

Quest? Penalty?

I shift to my side on the couch—I don’t remember it being this tough. The annoying screen follows me and I wave it away. I don’t have time for this. Just keeping her here in this condition is draining my mana quicker than I expected.

But a penalty? For what?

I’ve kept her here, let her in my room, in my bed. Isn’t that enough? What more does she need from me?

Her scent alone was enough to make my head spin. If I didn’t get out of that room when I did I would have lost my shit. I can’t say for certain exactly what would have happened, but she smells like something I’ve never smelled before. She smells like a feeling.

She smells ripe.

Fuck, what am I thinking? Ripe? Like a fucking fruit? I toss over to my other side and smack the pillow a couple times. I need to buy a new couch. Imagine if I let her take this piece of plywood that I’m laying on? Or the floor in the basement? I don’t even have a basement. I live on the top floor of an apartment complex. It makes things easier for me when it comes to Kaisel.

Anyways—is that what her father did? Throw her in the basement when her heat came on? I should’ve made that fucker’s death a slow one.

I huff a sigh and spring up into a sitting position. I eye the floor, maybe it is the better option. I bury my face into my hands. I have a couple commitments for the hunters association tomorrow but those will need to wait for now. I need to deal with her first…however that may be.

I wonder if she’s okay right now. She didn’t look great at all. And her aura was very off. She felt weak to me, like she was injured and fragile, despite her being a shadow. It made my protective instincts go haywire for a moment. I know Igris felt it too. Couldn’t he have taken the weight of some of this for me? They both exist on the shadow plane that she likes calls a ‘bubble’.

Cute. Very cute.

I see what she meant by needing her privacy, though. With a scent like that I can’t trust my soldiers to keep to themselves. I know Igris wouldn’t allow any funny shit to go down but females like their privacy. Jin-ah made me realize that long ago.

I know that checking on her now would be an invasion of that. So why do I want to? This badly, too? There’s something deep in me urging me to get up and make sure she’s alright. It’s not just my protective instinct. It’s something more. Something primal.

And the idea unnerves me.

I stand and begin pacing in my living room to cool off a bit. But my head won’t clear. My thoughts go from obligations I have to get done, to her. Everything about her. The pink on her cheeks that appeared once I started pouring mana into her summoning. The shine in her silver hair when the moonlight caught it just right. The way she squeezed her thighs together and that scent of hers grew even stronger. I bet that’s where it’s emitting from.

Fucking hell. Get your shit together, man.

Whatever she’s going through is affecting me too. That’s clear as day. And now I’m standing in front of her door. My door. Well, it’s her door for the next couple of days. Fuck. What’s wrong with me? This is creepy behaviour. I lean in, tilting my head to press the shell of my ear to its wooden exterior.

Very creepy behaviour.

So why can’t I stop? I strain to listen, and my hand rests on the door handle. What am I doing? I rip my hand away from the metal and clench my jaw.

“Ahh!”

Shit. Go in there and check she’s safe.

No. She’s fine. She’s safe. She’s in my room. I’m here, guarding her. I need to calm down and get myself together, this is ridiculous. She’s a shadow for Christ sake—

“Mmm~”

Oh? What was that?

“Ngh!”

Yep. That was definitely a moan of some sort. I wonder if I’m actually immune to heart attacks, because it feels like I might be having one right now. Or maybe all the blood is just rushing to the wrong head.

“Mmph!”

Christ. Forgive me.

I palm my crotch, I can’t help it. My hard on hurts. My boxers have no stretch to them.

Her little sounds are picking up now. They’re muffled but these walls are thin. I want to know what she’s doing in there to be making those noises.

I need to know.

My hand goes for the door handle again but I reign it back in. I force myself to step away from the door all together. I’m not doing this. This is a line that I won’t cross with a shadow. I take a few more steps back, turn and head straight for my bed made of concrete. I slip under the blanket and rest my arm over my forehead.

I force myself to close my eyes and concentrate on getting some sleep and ignoring those delicious sounds coming from my bedroom. Right, ignoring them. I opt to listen to the electricity from the fridge, the ceiling fan, the clock—anything. But nothing distracts me from those sweet, sweet noises she’s making.

Fuck.

I’m as hard as this couch. Rock solid. I haven’t been this hard since high school for fucksake. I try to ignore the branch in my pants and turn over to go to bed. But nothing’s working.

My hand slides under the band of my boxers and I grab my cock with a vice-like grip. I want it to go down—go away. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to admit what I’m feeling.

My shadow is making me unbelievably horny.

Her sounds. Her scent.

God, help me.

My hand moves, up and down. It hurts, so I loosen my grip. I can’t stop my own movements. Just the thought of her in lying in my bed possibly doing things to herself to be making those noises is driving me over the fucking edge. I look over at the door, it’s still shut.

Good. I can’t have her catching me. This is already crazy as it is. I feel like I’m sneaking around, like I did when I was younger. My hand moves faster. Shit, I’m gonna come already. I can hear her moans from here now, they’re getting even louder and longer. Whatever she’s doing in my room is about to come to a finale.

And fuck, so am I.

“F-Fuck!”

“Oh, fuck.” I groan a little too loudly for my liking and explode in my cupped hand.

I can’t remember the last time I came this fucking hard. I fumble into the kitchen and clean myself up, fixing my boxers and taking a moment to gather myself. I’m going to pretend like I didn’t just cum to one of my shadows and head to bed.

I’ll deal with this heat thing tomorrow.

— —

It’s been a few hours and I still haven’t slept. Nor have I calmed down either. I’m getting a little concerned. How many hours need to pass before I see a doctor about having a hard on again? It won’t fucking go down and it’s got its own heartbeat. But how could it when her scent is leaking through the cracks of the door frame? It’s literally seeping out the room in a light tangible mist.

I don’t know how much more I can take. Her sounds are definitely not helping either. They’re so much louder and desperate—raw and primal. She is most certainly fucking herself in there. And I’d be the world’s biggest liar if I said I didn’t want to be the one in there fucking her. All she needs to do is say the words, and I’d shove my cock in her little cunt so fucking deep.

I catch my breath. How long was I holding it for? I’m sweating like I’ve climbed a hundred stories and I swear my muscles are swelling. I slip my shirt off, it’s way too tight. The timer says there’s about two hours left until this peaks but I can’t last that long. I’ll have to take Kaisel out to get some fresh air or something.

Or I’m going to fuck her.

Shirtless, I grab a coat and bolt to the front door.

“...M-Master.”

Fuck. She’s calling for me. Fuck. I need to leave now.

“...oh!...please.”

My hand grips the door handle and I watch myself turn it. Wait. This isn’t the handle to the front door. It creaks open and her intoxicating scent bursts out and hits me like a ten ton truck. My head spins and my vision blurs for a second. Shit. I blink to focus my eyes and—

Oh, god.

She’s bent over on all fours in a bed of my linen and laundry, sticking her pussy up in the air. Right in front of my face. Presented on a silver platter for my enjoyment. Swollen and bright pink, and ultra glossy from her heat.

Fuck, that is where this delicious scent is coming from.

It looks like it’d be so warm and gooey inside. I need to find out–to be inside. My cock throbs at the thought and I adjust myself. She begins rocking back and forth, thrusting her pussy into the air and then onto my very soaked pillow. Has she been using that thing to get off this whole time? No wonder this has lasted for hours.

I glance down at her face and the expression etched into her soft features sends a pang through my chest. She’s been suffering, unsatisfied and desperate for a proper release this entire time. I’ve left her here this long because of why again? I can’t remember, but it doesn’t matter. Because I’m going to make this all better.

“You called.”

your pov

I don’t think I’ll be getting any sleep tonight. Not that I’m necessarily surprised or anything, but it still sucks. King Jin-woo’s scent is making this way worse than it usually is. My body probably thinks that a male is here to mate–or whatever my aunt says about Lycans in their heat. Father never allowed that of course, so it quickly became just a bedtime folklore for me.

But shit, now that it’s happening…everything is so much more intense.

I rock back and forth. Harder. Faster. It aches, a constant throb of need, pulsing in my womb, in my pussy. I yearn to be filled. By him. By my master, my king. My body craves him, his scent.

My head feels like it’s stuffed with wool and I can’t concentrate to form a coherent thought. A moan splits my lips and I’m head first into the pillow, arching my back and sticking my pussy in the air. I can feel how swollen I am, and I’m dripping everywhere—down my legs, onto his sheets, his blankets, his clothes.

My hand mindlessly wanders between my thighs, again. Jokes on it, because nothing it or this pillow can do is going to make it go away. I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve rubbed at that little bump down there. But I know it’s enough to make it really puffy and sensitive. I feel my fingers press little circles into it, and my tears start flowing again.

I’m crying like an idiot. Thank the gods that I’m alone. The sensation is so overwhelming. It’s too much yet nowhere near enough at the same time. My body is craving more than my fingers can give. Something big enough to reach deep inside me and get rid of that itch I can’t ever reach. My back bows even more and my toes strain and sink into the bed.

I’m presenting my pussy to nobody.

Because no one’s coming. There is no male.

My knees drag forward and I hardly bring myself to mount his pillow again. It’s wet from the times I’ve used it to make myself cum. I’m so sore and weak but I can’t help myself. This is truly pathetic, and I ought to be ashamed of myself. But I’m not. I’m really not. I want to call out for him, my master.

My alpha.

He’ll make this better, he’ll make the ache go away.

“...m-master…alpha…” I hear myself croak and another cramp rattles me. “...oh! please...”

I rock again, sinking my pussy down onto Jinwoo’s pillow and then shoving it back into the air.

A gust of wind makes me shudder and I hump the pillow another time.

“You called.”

Masters’ deep voice envelops me like a cool breeze on a humid day. I didn’t even hear him come in. It feels like my ears are stuffed with cotton, too. My hips thrust my pussy even harder into the air.

What’s happening to me?

It’s never been this bad.

“Please.” I barely manage to get out. He should know what I’m asking for, he’s the male. My hips rut my mound into his pillow, pressing my hard, sticky clit into the wet fabric. His footsteps come closer, and I can feel his overpowering presence behind me. It’s so domineering, I feel like I’m suffocating.

“Please, what?” His voice is thick with restraint.

But why is he resisting?

“Please, help me.” I sob the last two words, dismounting his pillow and shuffling back until my knees are at the edge of the bed. “I can’t take it a-anymore, alpha.”

“Alpha? That’s new.” He lets out a husky chuckle and his fingertips brush against my outer thigh as he positions himself behind me. I whine from his touch and my back sinks even lower. “I guess you could say that I’m your alpha, sure.”

“Yes, alpha. Please, a-alpha. It’s h-hurting now.”

I’m blubbering. Nothing makes sense. Nothing feels right. I can’t think clearly, I can’t stop my tears, I can’t stop my body. I’m scared, but also excited and aroused. His fingers sink into the fat on my thigh and drag themselves up to my hip, seizing it with force. He tugs me onto him, pressing his clothed bulge against my swollen pussy.

“Fuck, love. Your pussy is weeping.” He groans, gripping my other hip to hold me steady. I’m not going anywhere. I need this. “Is that how badly she wants me? Enough to cry?”

He’s speaking about my pussy like it’s got a mind of its own. I mean, it feels that way right now. It’s throbbing for him, leaking clear beads of this sticky liquid it won’t stop making onto his pants.

He needs to take those off, how will we do this if he doesn’t?

Master yanks at my hips, ramming me back onto him suddenly–roughly.

“Answer me.” He growls and a sweltering heat floods my cunt.

“Yes, alpha.” I whisper in anticipation, spreading my legs a little further to make space for his huge figure.

He is alpha.

“Good girl.” I feel him pluck at the string on his pants and tug them down his legs. “Now, you want me to help you? Yeah?” Jinwoo’s voice is rough and it’s doing things to my body. His hand slips to my inner thigh and his fingertips barely brush against my puffy clit.

“Mmm—mhm!” I hum and nod, chasing his fingers with my hips. Why is he teasing me? “Please al-pha.”

“You know, you’re a well-mannered shadow when it suits you, princess.” Jinwoo lets out a subtle chuckle, arching over me until he’s cheek to cheek with me. His cock is prodding at me but in all the wrong places. He needs to be inside.

“Say the words. And I’ll do it.” His voice lowers to a whisper and he’s putting more and more weight on top of me. “Tell me exactly how you need me to help you.”

I don’t understand how any of this is possible but I don’t care. I’ve never felt more alive than at this moment.

“Inside. P-Put it inside.” I whimper shakily and my hips stutter to notch him at my opening. It’s becoming obvious that he’s doing this on purpose and I can’t understand why. “H-Hurry please!”

“Tsk... Put what inside, love?” He tsks, and a menacing smirk tugs at his lips. His knees sink into the mattress behind me.

“You, alpha. You.” I answer desperately, and he remains stockstill. “Your…cock.”

“Oh. This?” I feel him tug down his boxers and his cock springs out. It’s hot against me, twitching and pulsing between my pussy lips. I nod like an idiot and my bottom lip quivers.

Why is he doing this to me?

“Inside where?” His smirk morphs into a little grin and he lets go of my hip to guide himself exactly where he’s supposed to be. “Here?”

Gods, yes. Yes. Right there.

“Come on. Tell your alpha.” Jin-woo growls the order.

“Yes. Want you in my pussy! Ple-ase!” I cry out and back up on him, and I hear him chuckle again. What’s so fucking funny? He needs to hurry or I’m going to lose myself completely.

“God, it's taken everything in me to hold back for this long, you know that? You’ve really been fucking with my head.” Master grumbles, rubbing his cockhead up and down along my slick opening. “Just keeping you here in this form is using most of my mana, princess. I don’t know how much patience I have left in me.”

In this form? What form? I don’t care. He needs to move.

“Don’t you feel it?” He whispers, catching himself just right at my softest, most sensitive spot. He pushes, gently, slowly. It’s huge. Oh, no. No, he won’t fit. But he needs to. He has to. I spread myself even more, meeting this pressure half way.

“Don’t you feel…alive? Or is your heat fucking with your head too much for you to notice?”

What the fuck is he on about?

Smack.

Fuck. Oh fuck. Oh, fuck.

A high pitched noise rings my ears and I think it might be me. My body tenses and my mind goes blank. The burn is divine but he might actually be splitting me wide open. He’s so big, so deep—so fucking deep. Pushing an exquisite pressure right into that tender, itchy part inside me. It hurts, but it hurts so good. I had no idea that this is what I’ve been missing for all these dreadful months.

Jinwoo huffs next to my ear, stilling himself inside me. “You okay?”

sung jin-woo’s pov

Easy, Jin. Slowly. Let’s not break her.

I’m pumping mana into her so her form is more real than shadow. From her soft curves down to each strand of hair on her head—I know she’s feeling every little thing as if her heart were actually beating. I don’t think she’s realized though, she’s way too out of it.

“Don’t you feel…alive? Or is your heat fucking with your head too much for you to notice?”

I attempt to breach her and meet pure resistance. God, she’s tight as fuck. I heave a breath and roll my hips forward, breaking that resistance little by little until I feel a sudden pop. She squeals and her pussy clamps down on my cock, fuck—not good. Not. Good.

The compulsion to sink myself all the way inside is entirely too overwhelming. I try my best to fight it but my hips stammer against my will and whatever strength I have left goes right into forcing my cock inside her tight little cunt in one hard thrust.

Holy fuck, yes.

Her pussy isn’t anything near what I imagined. It’s everything and more. And it didn’t give easy. She’s so warm and sticky and soft inside. She’s hugging every inch my cock so fucking tight.

I grit my teeth so I don’t spray my load inside her. I need to calm down, keep a level head. Make sure I don’t do anything I shouldn’t—like spray my load inside her. But she’s so tight and tense, she’s going to snap my dick in two if she doesn’t ease up.

She feels like a virgin.

Shit. I didn’t even consider the fact that this might be her first time.

“You okay?” I huff, desperately trying to resist the urge to rut into her and work her little pussy open for me. If she is, I’ve probably hurt her. “Don’t tell me I just stole your virginity, princess.”

She whimpers and nods her head into my pillow. Shit. I did. I should’ve been gentler—stayed in control. Eased her into it, stretched her first.

“S-shh—‘m sorry. Does it hurt?”

She does a series of nods and shakes, like she’s entirely unsure about how she’s feeling right now. But her eyes say it all, they’re puffy and glisten from her tears. I make sure not to move at all, I’m as still as the statue that once killed me.

“Breathe. It’ll stop hurting soon.” I coo and force myself to loosen my grip on her hips so I can trail my fingers along her spine. She backs up onto me and I glance down.

Dear God, why did I look down?

Her pussy is stretched thin on my cock, it actually looks like it's sucking me in. Gratification swirls deep in my belly when the dangerous realization sinks in.

I’m the first cock to ever be in this pussy.

This cunt belongs to me, and only me now. A flame ignites within me that’s all consuming. It’s a feeling—a feeling of something that’s been imprinted into my being from the very beginning—an instinctual urge that I must satisfy.

The urge to claim this female underneath me, to make her pussy mine and to stain her womb with my seed.

Control yourself, Jin. Look away.

I fling my head back because there’s no way that I can willingly tear my eyes away from the sight of her virgin cunt stretching so beautifully around my cock. I eye the popcorn ceiling and follow the blades of the fan as they spin.

Focus, focus.

The urge to look again rides me. I grunt and fight it, I have more restraint than this. I clench my jaw. Fuck, I don’t know if I can hold out. I can feel her pussy relaxing and tightening around me.

Then she rocks on me.

Back and forth, back and forth. Like she did on the pillow that’s completely drenched with her cum. A low rumble comes from her, she’s growling her impatience, trying to fuck me. I look down and god, her pussy is quivering, drooling strings of her sweet, sticky nectar on my cock.

She rocks against me harder and lets out a broken groan, and her thighs start to shake. I think she’s gonna come. Fuck yes, she’s about to come on me.

“Don’t tell me. Is my little virgin princess about to come?”

My instincts dominate me, and my hips buck against my volition. I’m totally out of control. How in the world is she doing this to me? I'm behaving like a goddamn animal.

Thrust.

Please, God.

Thrust.

I can’t stop myself.

She nods frantically and meets my brutal thrusts with desperation and need. I growl and piston my cock inside her pussy, hard. She moans loud and long, and her cunt squeezes me so hard that I get a headrush. Her pussy pulses, coating me in a thick slick.

She’s cumming. Fuck, she’s cumming.

“Yes, cum on my cock.” I encourage her, hunching over her petite frame. The skin on the back of her neck looks so soft—so delicate. “So pretty.” I want to bite it. Mark her so everyone will know that she belongs to me. What the fuck? No. I won’t do that. I can’t.

But I want to. And my cock is already kissing her womb so why can’t I exactly?

She’s my shadow, that’s why. She’s not in the right frame of mind. That’s why.

But I’m not either.

your pov

Whatever pain I felt is long gone, replaced by an overwhelming sensation of good, and right—how things should be.

Bright white stars twinkle behind my closed eyes. Waves of raw pleasure smack into me and make my legs tremble uncontrollably. He’s filling me so good that I have no other choice but to take his cock and his every thrust.

“Yes, cum on my cock. So pretty.” His words are a hot mist against my neck and I feel his weight shift on top of me.

Yes. Mount me.

“Fuck, why do I want to bite you so bad?”

I don’t know but he should. I show him my throat and whine low, spreading my legs for him to fuck me again.

“Do it.” I moan, and my hips rock again. I want him to pound me, and then fill my empty womb—it aches. “Please. Bite me, fuck me.”

He tenses behind me, resisting again. I don’t want him to.

“I didn’t know such filth could come from a princess’s mouth.”

Jinwoo’s dark, monotonous voice sends a spasm through my pussy. His fingers grip my jaw and he tugs my head back, exposing my throat. His hot tongue drags along my pulsating jugular and he shuffles from his knees to the balls of his feet.

“I don’t understand exactly how you’re doing this to me, but I hope you can take it.” He growls a warning and I break out into a shiver. “Because I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”

He pulls out of me, leaving his mushroomy cockhead notched right under my pelvic bone. The empty feeling makes me mewl and my hips search for him.

“You’re so fucking noisy.” He huffs, annoyed, teeth scraping against my skin. “So goddamn needy.” His fingers tighten on my jaw, and he plunges his cock back inside me. I see more stars, more fireworks. I yelp out, and my tears trickle down my cheeks again.

“Quiet, princess. The floor under us will think I’m doing something you don’t want.”

And then he bites me.

He sinks his blunt teeth into me, locking his jaw when I begin to squirm from the feeling of being claimed—marked. The fingers wrapped around my jaw quickly slip down my throat and muffle my shriek.

Gods, it’s too much. Too much.

“Yes—yes!” I gurgle, and he bites down even harder. I’ll be bruised for weeks but that’s okay.

He grinds into me, grunting while he’s shoving all he can inside as deep as it’ll go. He works me open, and I feel him deep in my tummy. I guess I’ll be bruised there too, and that’s definitely okay. I want to feel him in me for weeks, until the moon shows me her wicked face again.

Alpha releases me from his bite and he kisses the double crescent mark. I feel him pepper kisses down my shoulder, and he tastes my skin there too. He’s not moving anymore, just staying really deep inside me, hunched over me, breathing hard and loud. I whine loud and suckle on his fingers.

“Mmm, fuck. Hush.” He snaps at me, breathless. “You want alpha to make it better?”

I nod again, my tears and saliva dribble onto his hand, down his wrist. I see his eyes glow bright in my peripheral vision. He’s going to wreck me and I can’t wait.

“Then be a good girl for me, won’t you?” He growls and smacks into me.

Once, twice. Thrice. Again, and again. Brutally, cruelly. His thrusts are bloodthirsty, like he’s the beast and not me. He holds me firmly in place, his grip is unrelenting—I can’t get away even if I tried. I’m forced to take each unsparing strike and stroke.

That heat whirls in my lower abdomen again, and I feel like a matchstick about to burst into flames. His cock is ramming right into that spot super deep, filling it, swelling it. I bite down on his fingers to stifle a guttural moan and he hisses, picking up his pace as punishment. I clamp down on his cock and—

I’m gonna come.

“Not yet.” He grunts, pulling his fingers out of my mouth and shoving me onto my stomach.

He yanks his cock out of me and strokes himself with one hand while he uses the other to toss me onto my back. Now he’s looking down at me with an intoxicated expression, bullying his thick frame between my trembling legs. He’s back on the balls of his heels, folding me in half, pinning my legs back so my knees graze against my pointed ears.

“I want to see what you look like when you come, princess.”

His cock prods at my sore pussy before he catches it just right and drives himself back inside me with an urgency. He lets out a depraved groan, one that makes me a little nervous, and I swear he goes even deeper than before.

“M-Master…Al-Alpha…” I whisper as best as I can in this position and my bottom lip juts out. “‘s s-so deep.”

“Isn’t that what you want, hm?” He uses his strength to push himself into me and his heavy balls press into me. I squeal from the pressure and jolt back but he keeps me where he wants me. “...what you need?”

My head spins and I start sputtering, switching between mumbling and trying to catch my breath as his weight punches the air out of my lungs.

“You look so fucked out right now.” He withdraws from me and plunges into me again, putting all of his weight on me. “So drunk on my cock. Yeah?”

I whimper shakily and electricity bolts up my spine.

“Ooh, fuck. Let me see how pretty you look when you come, love.” He smirks and fucks into me hard and fast, staring deep into my eyes—taking my soul for a second time. “Come on—” He’s growling all his words, his hips striking me with purpose and intention, vicious smack after smack—coaxing my orgasm out of me. “Let your alpha feel your little virgin cunt.” My face screws and I sob when my release takes over me, sending my body into a frenzied convulsion underneath him. “Yes, that’s my pretty girl. Good girl.” He pants and presses his forehead into mine, and his movements falter. “Gonna breed you so deep, so hard, fuck—”

Yes. Breed me.

He lets out a sudden, loud grunt, and then I feel it. A harsh throb that isn’t mine, and a heat flooding deep inside me. His hips buck and rut in an uncontrolled manner, and he groans lengthily, darkly. His breath is heavy and fast, and he’s still looking me deep in the eye. I feel myself fade, the dim lights in his room darken some more and my breath won’t stop hitching. I’m satiated and so full—so happy.

I’m exactly where I should be.

sung jin-woo’s pov

I watch her eyes unfocus and her eyelids droop—she’s slipping away. I ease up off of her and throw her leg over to her side, and tuck myself behind her. I stay inside her, making sure not a single drop of my seed is spilled. If I could plug her full of me, I would. My head is still quite foggy, but I can feel that it’s starting to clear now. Her scent is less potent, and her body isn’t as hot to the touch.

Is it over?

Notification: [Secret Quest: A Lycan’s Heat] is complete.

I breathe a sigh of relief. Her heat has broken. I dismiss the blue screen and glance over to my bedside clock—6:47a.m. An orange hue illuminates behind my grey curtains, and my eyes grow heavier. My mana is dangerously low, but I’ll let it run out completely.

I don’t want this to end just yet.

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Who Is In Control? (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Black!F!Villain!Reader x Hunter!Gojo Satoru

Synopsis: Sung Jinwoo is the highest-ranking hunter and the most powerful human being humanity has ever seen. So is Gojo Satoru. Both cocky, both confident, and both eager for more power, they compete against each other for each gate that seems to get more dangerous the farther and higher they go. They figure your gate won’t be any different and that you will be the usual big baddie that they need to take care of. Another cog in the system. Until they manage to beat you and find out who you truly are behind your facade. Now the hunters are hellbent on keeping you to themselves. So, what’s another friendly competition? Only this time, the prize is you.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS DNI), MILD SPOILERS, Anime Crossover, No Curse AU, Elf!Reader, Reincarnation(?), Fighting Sequence, Mild Blood/Injury, Kidnapping, Bondage, Manipulation, Hypnosis, Aphrodisiacs, Dubcon/R*pe, Touch-Starved!Reader, Threesome, Dom!Jinwoo x sub!Reader x Dom!Gojo, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Dacryphilia, Somnophilia, Oral (Giving & Receiving), Degradation + Praise, Breeding Kink, PIV + Anal Sex, Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: This took A LOT longer than I thought it would lol. I hope y'all enjoy this nasty ass chapter though! -Jazz

CHAPTERS: PREFACE. ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX.

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FOUR: TOUCH-STARVED.

Staring up at the two hunters looming over you, you have never felt more intimidated than now.

It is a catch twenty-two. You have faced hunters far bigger and scarier than the two that you have met and have unfortunately become accustomed to. Men who were brawnier, beefier, and oozed an aggression that only hunters can have.

You have killed most of these men. You’ve felt their bones break just by using your magic and have spilled their blood with your sword. None have made your gate their territory yet. None of them have been strong enough to weaken you or make you submit to their power…yet.

However, standing between the two hunters–both of them looming over you as their toned bodies press into your front and back, sandwiched between pectorals and big forearms–you have never been more ready to drop to your knees and submit to two people in your life.

Their eyes, both an electric blue simmering with energy and unbridled power, stare down at you, the itty-bitty, shaking, and overstimulated cutie with the pointy ears who was once barking and biting at them moments before.

How did you get here?

Jinwoo takes a hand and gently caresses the back of it down your cheek. You resist the urge to lean your cheek into his touch, his long, piano fingers, calloused from hunting work, exciting you. A slight chuckle leaves his lips, finding humor in the way your body shakes like an autumn leaf ready to fall. “Oh, you poor little thing,” he tuts. “You’re shivering. Are you scared of us?”

You can feel his powers working on you, tugging the truth out of your mouth despite your willpower screaming for you to stop. However, Jinwoo and his ways are just too strong. He could manipulate the moon to switch places with the sun if he saw fit. “Yes,” you confess against your will.

Jinwoo hums in satisfaction while Gojo softly groans, pressing his groin into your backside so you feel the unmistakable outline of his hard cock. “But you’re also aroused, aren’t you?” Jinwoo asks, his voice low and authoritative. “You want us to take you and fuck every single hole you’ve got, don’t you?”

Your body grows hot and tingly at the dirty, forbidden words leaving his mouth, laced in his soothing, deep voice that seems to make your head swim and your nipples tingle. Speaking of tingling, your pussy has seemed to take the brute of that sensation, positively creaming in your panties that have grown sticky and uncomfortable. The mingling scents of the two hunters only make matters worse for you. “Y-Yes,” you weakly stammer.

The chortle that escapes Gojo is low and teasing. The epitome of sexy. “I like you vulgar like this, Jin,” he chuckles. “Or maybe that aphrodisiac kiss is doin’ more to me than I–or she–anticipated.” He runs one of his hands over your arm, grinning when you flinch at his touch. It is as if your skin is being licked with fire. Every little touch seems to burn you.

Jinwoo, who you are very sure can read your mind as well as your body at this point, trails his hand up to cup your jaw. You can only let a tiny, inaudible gasp escape you as his lips ghost across your cheek, his minty breath fanning your face.

Gojo hums in your ear, no doubt teasing you, and you bite your lip to avoid moaning. “Dumb little slut, so desperate to be touched,” he mutters. “Even if that means it’s by the same guys who she was gonna kill just a few moments ago.”

Jinwoo’s hand falls from your cheek, to your dismay, and Gojo’s hand suddenly circles around your shoulder to grip your chin. Not enough to hurt you, but just enough to make you feel the strength in his hand. “Please,” you whisper. “I’m sorry.” Your eyes tick up to stare into Jinwoo’s, those hooded eyes haunting you even as you look up into them now.

“Awww, sweetie,” Gojo coos, his cock throbbing against your ass, “you make it up to us, no problem.” Hope blooms in your chest like a flower. Maybe, just maybe, they will let you serve them in other raves or missions to prove your worth to them. “How?” you ask, your voice breathy and small. It’s so seductive to the two hunters.

A smirk stretches across Gojo’s pink lips tinged with snake bites, the blood continuing to rush to his dick and press into you. “Say, Jinwoo…scratch my old proposition out. I just got another idea for a friendly competition.” The black-haired hunter ticks his hooded, aquamarine eyes from you to his white-haired ‘colleague’. “Well, lay it on me.”

You can practically hear Gojo smiling as his hand snakes down to your neck, gripping your throat. “Whoever can make this cute little whore cum first…” His grip tightens, making you gasp and causing both of the hunters to snigger. “Wins.”

Suddenly, your stomach dips like you’re at the top of a roller coaster about to go down the hill once Gojo’s new proposition hits your pointed ears. “Wins what?” you whisper, your eyes growing wide and soft with fear. They couldn’t possibly…

The snow-haired hunter twists you around to face him for once, and the smile on his face scares you more than any monster or God ever could. It is a smile riddled with deviance, wickedness, and a promise of something that you may not like. And he doesn’t care.

“You.”

You blink at Gojo, thinking you heard this wrong. But his smile stays plastered on his face, giving you the impression that he means exactly what he says. “W-What?!” you softly gasp. “No, I can’t–”

“Yes, the fuck you can,” Gojo growls, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. “You’d be the prettiest trophy ever.” You melt from his blatantly flirty compliment, your bones turning to mush.

Jinwoo concurs, taking a handful of your ass as he tears off the armor covering it. “After the shit you put us through, you should be grateful that we’re even considering this,” he hisses in your ear. “Stop actin’ like you don’t want this.” His other big hand that isn’t gripping your ass takes your chin into his hand, tilting your face up to reach your lips. Despite how slowly he moves, Jinwoo’s kiss still shocks you to your core and takes you by surprise like a slinking snake pouncing from a brush.

His lips are pillowy-soft and surprisingly warm despite how cool he comes off. His hands are secure as they hold your chin and ass yet possessive, definitely giving Gojo a message as he stands behind you, watching the scene unfold. You softly moan against Jinwoo’s mouth, causing him to moan in response, his tongue lightly licking your bottom lip. ‘Open,’ he commands with the small act. You oblige, slowly prying your lips apart.

Jinwoo pulls away to smirk, moving both hands to cup your ass now. “Mmm, good girl,” he hums. Those two words ignite a fire inside of you that you thought was long snuffed out. As his tongue caresses yours and swoops you up in a lewd tango, you realize that he and Gojo are both giving you something that you thought was long gone: feeling.

It is in the way Jinwoo’s touch makes your body tingle all over. It is in the way Gojo gently kisses down your neck and behind your pointed right ear, his lips soft and supple, as he strips you of the rest of your armor. “You do want this, baby,” he coos. “It’s okay to give in to me.” His lips travel up to your ear where he gently kisses the tip, smiling when you twitch in response.

Your armor continues to fall from your body until you are down to your thin vest and pants. Those come off too, leaving you in your bra and panties. You shiver as Gojo’s fingers toy with your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“And to me,” Jinwoo whispers, pulling away from your mouth. His lips are slightly wet and pinker from the kissing, leaving you both panting and hot with want.

He follows Gojo’s actions by giving your left ear some love as well, but he takes it a step further and gently sucks on your ear, bringing the pointed tip between his soft lips. You gasp, a natural reaction to the stimulation you’re feeling from your ears. They are a bundle of nerves, just as sensitive as the needy button currently throbbing and twitching in your panties.

Jinwoo chuckles, dragging his teeth along your ear. “Someone’s sensitive.” As if to prove his point, he takes the tip of your ear between his lips and gently sucks on it. Gojo does the same, moaning lewdly as he begins to gently suck on your ear, making your body grow hot and bothered. It throbs all over, desperate to be released from its bottle. “Ah,” you exhale, your eyes fluttering closed. “P-Please…fuck!”

Jinwoo tsks, pulling himself away to give you a dark yet lustful look. “What a dirty little mouth,” he criticizes, toying with your bottom lip with his thumb. “I’ll have to fix that.” To your pleasant surprise, he strips himself of his hoodie in front of you, tearing off his shirt in the same breath and pulling it over his head.

He tosses them both aside and stands before you completely topless. You don’t complain about any of it. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t. Your mouth is completely dry and fuzzy as if you just swallowed cotton balls. You can do nothing but drag your greedy eyes over Jinwoo’s impressively toned physique. His washboard abs. His smooth V-line trailing down to the promiseland. His squeezable pectorales. His broad shoulders and toned forearms from years of hunting and powering up.

He is truly a walking wet dream. You can only imagine how Gojo looks as he drags his big hands over your hips, still toying with your ears and neck. Unable to stop yourself or resist, you reach out to touch Jinwoo’s arm, but he grabs it, firmly holding it as his eyes glare daggers into yours.

“Wait,” he protests, firm and authoritative. “Who said that you could touch me?” You feel your body grow hot with arousal and excitement despite the man glowering at you. “No one,” you softly reply.

“That’s right…so why are you doin’ it? Who the hell do you think I am?” Jinwoo squints at you, his eyes flashing blue as they turn into sharp slits that nearly cut you open…and also make you wetter than you have ever been. He comes closer to you, his pecs at eye level with your forehead. “Who the hell do you think you are?” he hisses.

You can’t find the words to speak. Or the air to breathe. It is all trapped in your chest as Jinwoo firmly holds your chin. The more he stares you down, the more you feel like you can’t breathe. “Let me remind you of your place: right now, you are answering to me. I control you. I tell you what to do, what to say, and how to move. You please me, and if I feel that you've done a good job, I please you.”

He raises both brows, expecting an answer. And it’d better not be the wrong one. “Am I understood?” You swallow hard, somehow finding the words to speak: “Yes, Sir,” you automatically reply. Jinwoo’s eyes flare with a strange fire at the utterance of that three-lettered word. He hums thoughtfully to himself, stroking your chin with his thumb. “Hm…Sir. I like that.”

Then with his free hand, he moves it down to his sweatpants. You watch with bated breath, tingly, hard nipples, and a leaking, aching pussy as he pulls on one of the strings holding his pants up. Instantly, his sweats fall, revealing his boxers underneath. He pulls those down too and finally reveals what you have been craving to see: his long cock pops out from beneath his underwear like a Jack-In-The-Box, curving upward and dripping with pre-cum at the head. He is all smooth skin with only his black pubic hairs neatly trimmed and his balls hanging heavy with spunk.

You feel yourself salivate at the sight, especially when you see the vein pulsing from the base to his tip, ready to be licked. Gently, Jinwoo presses down onto your shoulder and you follow, easing down to your knees between him and Gojo. Your eyes stay firm on Jinwoo’s bobbing cock swinging before you like a pendulum.

He wraps one of his big hands around it the way he would your throat and begins to stroke it up and down right in your face. “Don’t touch it. Just look at it.” You feel a whimper bubble at your throat watching him jack off, his tip just inches from your lips. You could stick your tongue out and lick it up, but you don’t. You don’t want to disappoint him.

The idea of it scares you a bit. You barely know this man and you’re ready to do everything he asks of you! What has happened to you?

Gojo watches from behind you. You can feel his presence behind you, his arousal radiating off of him in hot waves. “Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” he pants. “Don’t be a greedy asshole, Jin. If you’re not usin’ her mouth, I will.”

You hear fabric rustling behind you and turn away from Jinwoo’s beautiful cock to give your attention to Gojo now. The blue-eyed man has begun to strip himself of all of his clothes, wasting no time getting naked. Every sliver of skin that is exposed is like a shot of rum to you: strong, intense, and addictive. Gojo is just as hot as Jinwoo, all hard muscles and smooth, tanned skin.

And his cock. His thick, throbbing, girthy cock. He is not as long as Jinwoo and has all smooth skin from his V-line down to his balls, but he is just as drool-worthy. You can’t believe your eyes nor your luck. Two big cocks for one girl? What ever did you do to deserve this?

Gojo smirks as he saunters up to you, his cock bobbing between his muscular thighs. “Don’t worry, cutie. I’ll be gentle.” He wraps a hand around himself and taps it lightly against your lips, softly moaning at the contact. You slowly open your mouth, allowing him to slide inside. He takes that chance and places a hand on your scalp before pushing in deeper until his head nearly brushes the back of your throat.

“Oh, fuck,” he exhales, the sound leaving his lips as his cock sinks between your soft lips and enters your tight, wet throat. You nearly gag from the back of your throat being probed and bothered by such a foreign object, but Gojo’s thrusts are shallow enough to allow you to breathe through your nose as he proceeds to fuck your face. Your eyes tick up to meet his, those ocean blue portals hypnotizing you, keeping your focus. “Oh, now that’s a sight,” he laughs, grinning down at you. “How do I taste, slutty girl?”

You can’t answer but if you could, you would say ‘so good’. Because he does. You love the taste of Gojo’s warm foreskin. The smell of his cologne and body wash wafting off of him. The sight of his abs in your face. You are starting to enjoy blowing him despite the ache in your knees and your jaw from being stretched wide. You decide that it is all worth it when he begins stroking your ears as he fucks your mouth, causing your pussy to leak even more from the stimulation.

With a groan, Gojo pulls his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to suck in a breath. “Gotta lick it clean, babe.” He begins to bob his cock, coated in your spit and his pre, in your face hands free. You are damn near enchanted by the sight as if you are a cat and his cock is a toy mouse on a string. Sloppily, you begin to lick him clean from base to tip, slurping up the spit into your mouth, letting it drip down your chin to your tits.

“You missed a spot,” he purrs before pushing your head down to suck him clean. “Swallow it all.” He pushes forward, prying your lips open with his cock, and proceeds to fuck your mouth once more, taking slow drags of his cock against your tongue. Gojo tosses his head back, showing the column of his throat, his Adam’s Apple bobbing furiously as he swallows hard, almost as if he can’t take the pleasure.

Suddenly, you feel something poke at your cheek and your eyes flick to the side to see Jinwoo’s cock. “Don’t be selfish,” he growls at Gojo. “I haven’t had my turn yet.” The white-haired hunter smirks at him. “Is that so?” he chuckles. “Then you’d better take her now before I make the decision for you.”

When Gojo’s cock exits your mouth, Jinwoo’s replaces his, sliding between your lips and curving up to tickle your throat. A groan leaves his lips as he begins to fuck your mouth, sliding his wet cock in and out, in and out of your mouth as if it were your pussy. His hand curls around your hair and pushes you deeper onto his cock, causing your throat to emit a wet, gagging sound that makes his dick twitch.

With your mouth occupied, you use one of your hands to stroke Gojo’s cock up and down, relishing the soft groans and lewd grunts of pleasure at the feeling of your soft palm wrapped around him. As the world rages outside (both worlds as far as you’re concerned), you find your heaven here between these two men and their hard, hot, throbbing cocks.

“My turn,” Gojo grunts, practically ripping you away from Jinwoo. The Shadow Monarch glares daggers pointed to a tip at the white-haired hunter as he slides into your mouth again and forces you to swallow him whole. Your lips and chin drip with saliva and pre-cum, dribbling down to your tits, soaking them in your own mess.

Gojo is generous despite the face-fucking, holding your hair back for you, while Jinwoo keeps his hand on the side of your face, cupping your cheek as he fucks your hand at a more rapid pace than Gojo did. You feel used, every limb of your body serving to please the hard cocks in front of you. And yet you have never felt better.

You begin to alternate between Gojo and Jinwoo, sucking on one while you stroke to the other. The two men watch you with interest and lust-drunk expressions, loving how dazed your eyes are and how sticky your face has become from the spit, sweat, and pre-cum drenching it. As time passes by in seconds and hours all at the same time, you begin to grow more comfortable and confident. And as that comfort and confidence blooms, so does your sluttiness.

You wrap a hand around each cock on either side of you and alternate between the two, licking, sucking, slurping, and tasting each one. Your eyes begin to sting with tears the more you force your throat to take each cock, bobbing and sucking like there is no tomorrow. The hunters no longer were thinking about each other or their stupid rivalry. All they have in their minds is how well you take their cocks and how well your body will look bouncing from the way they fuck you.

After what feels like hours, you pull away from Gojo’s cock to take a breath and rest your jaw. A string of spit follows you, connecting your bottom lip to Gojo’s pink tip. Your mouth tastes of their cum, your taste buds exploding with it. From below, your pussy throbs with need, turning into a full faucet in your panties. “Mmm,” you softly hum as if you just consumed something delicious.

Gojo gently pats you on the head, smiling adoringly at you. “Nicely done, baby. You took all of my cock like you owned it.” You feel your body tingle with happiness at the head pats, making you feel so much like a pet…which you aren’t knocking either.

“I know another place she could use that,” Jinwoo replies, a slight chuckle in his voice. He stares you down, a dark look laced with lust in his eyes. “But not just yet. I think she still needs some more persuasion.”

As fast as lightning, so fast that the Hunter blips from his spot standing next to Gojo, Jinwoo uses his unfathomable super speed to pick you up and place you down onto your back. You squeak in surprise, not expecting it, but your squeak quickly turns into a moan when you feel Jinwoo’s soft lips on your sodden panties. “Oh,” you moan, your eyes fluttering shut as sparks of electric pleasure shoot through you.

Jinwoo’s powerful hands keep your thighs pried apart as he drags his tongue down and up your slit still covered by the thin fabric of your panties. He then turns, peppering your right inner thigh in wet kisses. “You want me to take them off?” he purrs into your skin. You frantically nod, biting your lip. “No,” he says, firm. “Tell me what you want.”

Finding your voice despite the explosive pleasure you’re feeling, you sob, “Yes, Sir, please! Take them off and eat my pussy! I need it so bad!” Jinwoo smiles against your skin, gently sucking on your inner thigh before moving to take off the thin, tiny, wet panties and put his mouth on your sobbing, sticky, wet–

Woosh! You gasp as you feel the cool air hit the puffy, wet lips of your pussy. Suddenly, Gojo is kneeling right next to Jinwoo who is seething with rage at the sight of your pink panties in the white-haired hunter’s grasp. “Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jinwoo growls.

“About to eat this pretty pussy here.” The man has the nerve to grin at Jinwoo before he takes a lick of the slick in your panties and leans down to lap at your cunt. Your eyes grow wide from the intensity, especially when his tongue begins to venture into you. He takes your ass into his hands, gripping the two cheeks and prying them apart as if that will allow his tongue to sink deeper inside of your hole. “O-Oh, my God!” you gasp, grasping Gojo’s hair for dear life. “Fuck, Satoru, yes! Go deeper!”

Gojo’s stark blue eyes stare intently at your face. You can feel them even as you close your eyes, unable to keep them open due to the blinding pleasure. It feels red hot and pulses, making your entire body and the veins inside of you throb. Gojo eats you out like you are his last meal, spitting on your pussy and slurping it back up, sucking on your clit in the process. Very much ‘Mr. Nasty’.

In your haze of pleasure, something suddenly tingles on your nipples, making them feel extra stimulated and groped and causing you to open your eyes. Two wisps of shadows swirl your hard peaks around and around, all emanating from Jinwoo’s long fingers. He smirks at your reaction, growing harder at the sight of your glassy, brown eyes and open mouth.

“So responsive,” he chuckles, flashing you his canines. “Very needy. You’re not so bad like this.” The black-haired hunter then elbows Gojo out of the way of your cunt, creating a shadowy wall blocking Gojo off from getting between your thighs again.

“My turn,” Jinwoo growls, and then he is diving into the wetness of your cunt. The white-haired hunter scowls at him, watching in jealousy and irritation as your pussy gets eaten by another man. Despite that, Gojo’s cock also twitches and throbs at the sight before him, so he can’t be THAT angry.

Let it be known that Jinwoo Sung is a munch. You had a feeling that Gojo was due to his energetic and laid-back personality, but Jinwoo? He completely surprises you with the way he laps at your clit and sucks on your pussy lips, taking complete control over you with his tongue and soft lips. “Ah, fuck!” you shout to the marble ceiling above you. “Fuck yes!” Your back arches to the ceiling, your entire body contorting from the immense pleasure.

Aware of you being watched, you look over to find Gojo lazily stroking his hard cock to the sight of you, his pink, plush bottom lip caught between his teeth. You reach for him, your arousal thinking for you. He sidles up to you immediately, letting you cup his cheek. “What’s up, baby?” he asks. “What do you need?”

Jinwoo’s tongue persuades you to be as honest as possible, serving as your truth serum the more he laps and licks at the sensitive button of your clit. “B-Both of you!” you sob out. “Please! I need you both!” Instantly, Jinwoo pauses and shoots Gojo a questionable look. Gojo shrugs, down for anything. “So we share?” he suggests. “I’m not usually the one to share anything, but I kinda like the idea of this cutie handlin’ two at once.”

The two then proceed to eat your pussy at the same time. You take two skillful tongues. Two pillowy-soft, plush lips. Two hot mouths panting and moaning from your taste, causing vibrations to skate throughout your pussy and your core while Jinwoo’s shadows continue to stimulate your tits. You feel incredible. You feel like you could conquer the world and any Gate in existence. Your mind becomes blank, the pleasure creating a white canvas where all you can feel is ecstasy.

It doesn’t take long for your arousal to grow and with it, your desperation. You grip Jinwoo and Gojo’s hair, pressing the two closer to your cunt. “Please!” you sob. “Please fuck me! I c-can’t take anymore!”

You don’t make it clear exactly who you want to be fucked by, but the two hunters don’t ask either. They look at each other, both silently asking the other if they should fight it out. Gojo then breaks into a wide smirk. “I’ll let ya have her this one time,” he offers. “But next time, I’m fucking her. No exceptions.”

Jinwoo is more than happy to agree with that. Once again, at the speed of light, he wraps his arms around your waist and flips you around so you are straddling his lap. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but Jinwoo presses a finger to your lips, silencing you. “Hush, pretty girl. Just relax for me. I’m only gonna sit you on top of me, like this.”

He settles you on top of his thighs, his cock wedged between your thighs, sliding against your pussy. It shocks something inside of you, making you jerk towards him. He grips your waist, keeping you steady, and stares straight into your eyes. It is like he can see right into your soul.

“Tap me on the shoulder if it’s too much,” he whispers. “Understand me?”

You swallow hard as the anticipation for what is coming next thickens. Finally, you’re about to be filled and fucked out of your mind. All of those nights of loneliness and yearning will all disperse right here. “Yes, S-Sir,” you stammer.

That is all Jinwoo needs to hear. He coaxes you to ease up onto your knees and lines his cock up with your pussy. “Hands here,” he murmurs, putting your palms on his broad shoulders. “Come down when you’re ready.” With your lip caught between your teeth, you brace yourself on Jinwoo’s shoulders and slowly, sloooooowly, bring yourself down to take his cock.

You take his tip first. Then inch after inch, you take more and more of him, strangled moans and whimpers leaving your mouth as you feel him stretch out your velvety, wet walls. Jinwoo groans as your cunt wraps tight around him, clutching your hips to keep you on top of him, your body pressed flush with his. The pleasure is red hot and blinding like lava just spilled all over you. Your body feels like it is aflame, your pussy stretching around the cock inside of you, the tip curving to meet your G-spot and your internal clit. Jinwoo is a perfect fit.

After some time of slow grinding and pauses to become adjusted, you begin to slowly bounce up and down on Jinwoo’s cock, pulling yourself up and then pushing yourself down, making his cock slick with your juices, his balls dripping with your honey. “F-Fuck,” he stutters, watching through dark slits at the way his cock disappears inside of you. Not to mention the way your brown skin glows and how your tits bounce delightfully. You are truly something to behold.

You think the same thing about Jinwoo with his handsome, flushed face, lips blush red from kissing, and his muscle tense with pleasure the more you sink your pussy down onto him. Your bouncing becomes a bit faster as you find your rhythm, causing the wet, rhythmic sound of plap-plap-plap to emanate from your ass meeting his thighs.

Gojo watches from behind you, stroking his cock and tugging just lightly at his balls, watching with interest as your ass bounces so enticingly. “Y’know, usually I don’t like people touchin’ what’s mine…but goddamn, you look good takin’ his cock, cutie.” His eyes are drawn to the way your pretty cunt stretches around Jinwoo’s cock, your walls making it slick and shiny with your arousal.

You press yourself to Jinwoo’s chest, your lips suckling his ear. He does the same to you, latching his lips around the pointed tip of your ear. “Does it feel good?” Jinwoo asks. “Is it everything you wanted?” It is more than everything. It is the entire world and the dimensions beyond the more you take his cock. “Yes, sir!” you shout. “Y-You feel so good! So fucking good!”

“Now why does he get a sexy name and I don’t?” Gojo asks, pouting at you. “I don’t think I like that. You need to respect me too, little girl.”

SPANK!

You almost howl as his hand comes down onto your asscheek, making it sting, the sound ricocheting off of the castle walls. “H-Ha…I-I’m sorry, Daddy!” you squeak out. Gojo feels his cock twitch at the name, a blush coating his cheeks. “Hm…Daddy. Fits me, don’tcha think, Jin?”

Jinwoo rolls his eyes, possessively squeezing your ass as you continue bouncing like a little bunny on his dick. “Just shut up and fuck her before I get one of my shadows to do it.”

Gojo’s eyes widen a bit, shocked yet interested. “You’re a kinky motherfucker when you wanna be.” He then stands up next to you, his cock hanging in your face, and taps himself against your lips, causing your lips to become sticky with pre. “Open up, cutie.”

You do so, your lips quivering, and Gojo doesn’t hesitate to sink his thick, throbbing cock between them to fuck your wet mouth. “Thaaat’s it,” he hisses in pleasure. “Give me that mouth.” As he begins to rock his hips, Jinwoo thrusts his hips up to push and pull his cock in and out of your pussy, dragging wanton moans out of you that are muffled by Gojo’s dick.

The only sounds within the vicinity of the castle are your shared moans, gasps, and breathless swears mixed with the slapping of skin against skin and the slick, wet, squishing sounds of Jinwoo and Gojo’s cocks in your holes. You are in pure ecstasy, swimming in a sea of endless pleasure that the two hunters continue to drag you into and under, again and again.

Jinwoo squeezes you close to him, pressing his face into your bouncing tits. “Fuck,” he moans into your chest. “Fuck!” The deeper his cock plunges into your pussy, the more feral and desperate he comes. Gojo is the same, fucking your mouth in time with Jinwoo’s rapid thrusts.

“Such a…ha, fuck…good little slut,” he grunts. “Lettin’ us use you like this…oh, fuck, babe.”

Jinwoo locks eyes with you as you swallow Gojo’s cock, saliva dripping down your chin. “Tell me how I feel inside you,” he demands, his voice echoing inside of your head. His eyes flash an electric blue, taking you to a place where all you can think of is blankness. You are aware he has hypnotized you again, but it feels too good to fight.

You mumble around Gojo’s cock what Jinwoo wants to hear, your lewd words muffled by the dick stuck in your throat. The white-haired hunter laughs, slipping his cock out of your sloppy mouth. “My bad,” he chuckles. “Tell him what he wants to hear, baby.”

With Jinwoo’s cock still massaging your insides, it is hard to speak a clear and coherent sentence, but you try your best. “A-A-Ah, s-so good!” you gasp, grasping Jinwoo’s shoulders, grinding your hips forward to rub your clit against his stomach. “So fucking good! Please more!”

Jinwoo raises his brows, surprised at your request. “More?” he parrots, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. “Then you’d better fuck me back. Use me like you need to, sweetheart.” He grabs your hips and begins to propel you down onto his cock again and again and again. You turn your head to face Gojo, opening your mouth to allow him back between your lips again.

Using all of your energy, you fuck both cocks at the same time, bouncing on one while you deepthroat the other, each lewd, dirty sound bringing you closer to the edge. Gojo wraps a hand around your hair, his entire face flushed pink and glistening in sweat as he watches you throat his cock. “Need to fuckin’ have you,” he groans. “Need to fuckin’ keep you.” He clutches your hair so tight that his knuckles turn white, desperate to keep you bobbing on his veiny dick.

You can only manage out loud, wanton, muffled moans of “ah, ah, ah” as Jinwoo fucks up into you rough and deep. He makes you take his cock in your greedy pussy that slips and slides all over his shaft, your bouncing ass stimulating his sensitive balls below you. “S-So good,” he stutters, gritting his teeth. “You feel so fuckin’ good, Y/N.”

His name on your lips is like a drug, sweet and addictive. It pushes you forward towards that cliff, the sun glinting off of the sea of bliss and warming your face. Gojo’s moans stimulate you too, growing louder and more desperate the more he fucks your throat, his balls swinging against your chin.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your walls clench around Jinwoo, causing him to grunt. “You gonna cum for me?” he asks. “I can feel you tightenin’ up. You’re gonna cum for me now, aren’t you?”

He is in the front seat at this point, controlling every part of you, including your willpower. You are fairly sure that he is forcing you to cum even though you are close anyway, though he is making it more intense and faster than usual. “Uh-huh!” you whine around Gojo’s dick.

“Uh-huh?” he repeats. “Then fuckin’ do it. Cum for me now.”

“No, no,” Gojo protests. “Cum for us, cutie. Make yourself feel good on Jin’s cock and let go.”

And you do. You have no choice in the matter anymore. It is as if your body belongs to them now, moving and breathing only for them. Your pussy quivers and trembles around Jinwoo’s cock as his thrusts grow more unrelenting and merciful, pushing you off of that cliff and propelling you into that ocean of ecstasy. With an extended, desperate, needy moan that sends vibrations into Gojo’s balls, you cum uncontrollably around Jinwoo’s dick, stroking every ounce of cum out of him.

Your tiny body shakes and shudders like an autumn leaf against the hunter’s body, your lips clamping tight around Gojo’s cock in the process as you cum and cum and cum. It is intense and blinding. Your mind goes completely blank and it feels like you are flying, all of the ground disappearing from underneath you.

Your orgasm seems to trigger Jinwoo because his thrusts become erratic and desperate, moving faster and harder, bouncing you faster on top of him as he drives his cock into you again and again. “Oh, God!” he groans. “M’gonna cum!”

“M-Me too,” Gojo gasps, taking your face into both of his hands as he fucks your mouth faster, making your throat squelch and gag. “Take it all, baby. All of this is for you. It’s what you need, right?”

‘Yes,’ you think, and you know that both hunters can hear it with their powers because they keep going. Keep thrusting. Keep pushing until they explode.

The Shadow Monarch clutches you to his body as if you’ll disappear if he doesn’t and suddenly, you feel a warm stream of his cum explode inside of you. You gasp at the feeling along with the tightness of Jinwoo’s hold on you and the power in his two arms, being forced to take all of his spunk deep inside of your pussy. His body tenses and he lets out a loud, guttural, deep moan from deep within himself as he spills his nut, giving his hips tiny pulses to push his cum deeper and deeper inside of you, giving you the intention that he is trying to knock you up.

You can’t focus on it for too long because Gojo is fucking your mouth off of its hinges until he too tenses up. With moan fit for a porno and a sexy exhale of release, his hips stutter and he fills your mouth up with his cum, giving you ropes and ropes of spunk that envelope your tongue in his taste and flood your throat. He pulls his cock out of you and finishes off on your tits, pumping droplets of cum onto your pretty nipples.

Your lashes flutter tiredly, heavy pants leaving your lips. You feel used and sore yet better than you have felt in so long. Jinwoo presses a kiss to your lips, licking a line across your bottom lip with his tongue. “That’s my girl,” he sighs.

Stupidly, you smile at the praise. Gojo presses his pink tip back into your mouth again, letting you suck his cum off of it. “Correction: our girl.” He ignores Jinwoo’s glare as he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving a string of spit and pre-cum coating his tip and your bottom lip. “But now we made such a mess! Can’t have a messy girl, now can we?”

As if understanding, Jinwoo gently coaxes you to lift your hips, causing his cock to slip out of you. You weakly moan from the loss, your pussy feeling tender and sensitive, and cum dripping down your thighs. Gently, the black-haired hunter takes you by your hips and lifts you off of him to lie you down on your back on top of your rumbled clothes.

Gojo is suddenly in front of you between your legs, his handsome face flushed and his snow-white hair sticking to his forehead. “Don’t worry, cutie. You don’t have to lift nothin’ for this part.” He gives you a smirk before he places your legs over his shoulders and dives down between them to lap at your pussy soaked in your and Jinwoo’s cum.

Every lick is like agony and bliss mixed into one confusing cocktail. You want more but you also want less. “A-Ah,” you weakly gasp, clenching Gojo’s hair. “‘T-Tarou…h-ha, can’t…oh, fuck!” Your voice is strained and broken, the pleasure having fucked up your voice box. Jinwoo watches on, wrapping a hand around his cock that has begun to harden again. His muscular thighs are open wide, giving you the perfect view of his shaft and balls.

Suddenly, Gojo pulls his mouth off of you and replaces it with his semi-hard cock on your pussy. The more he does so, the harder he gets until he is stiff again, the blood rushing to his tip. As soon as the tip brushes your clit, you jump and twitch as if stuck by a hot rod. “W-What are you–”

“Shhh,” he coos, pressing a finger to your lips. “Just relax, baby. I told you that all you need to do is relax, didn’t I?” He begins to rut his cock against the sensitive, quivering, tender lips of your pussy, his tip nudging your clit. You whimper at the agonizing feeling, your thighs clenching around his waist. “W-Wait…oh!”

Your voice is stolen from you as Gojo suddenly pushes himself inside, emitting a choked moan from the both of you. Slowly, he begins to rock his hips, drawing his cock in and out of you, massaging your walls that already feel like they are about to crumble. You sob at each thrust, fat, wet tears pushing past your eyes and dripping from your eye sockets. “‘Tarou, wait!” you whine. “I-It’s too much! I can’t…oh, I can’t!”

You press your hands to Gojo’s chest, trying in vain to stop him, but he keeps going, his breath labored and his eyes feral with lust. “Yes, you fuckin’ can and you will,” he growls. “You’ve still got some work to do after all. I didn’t get to fuck you yet.”

You feel a soft hand turn your head to the side and suddenly, you are facing Jinwoo. “You can do it, sweetheart,” he coos, gently rubbing his cock against your soft cheek. “You’re a natural at this. The gate has yet to open anyways.” He presses his cock to your lips and pushes inside, forcing you to take him.

“So we have all the time in the world,” he chuckles.

You didn’t think it was possible to be fucked until you pass out, but stuck with the two hunters and most powerful men in the world, you learn a couple of things that afternoon.

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raspberripop · 4 days ago

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headcanons !

(i dont know actually)

what would Sung Jinwoo and Choi Jong-in do when reader accidentally gets stuck in a red gate (formerly a C-rank gate) and manages to come out alive but is wounded heavily?

He doesn't hesitate to shadow exchange his way to where you are, he obviously has one of his shadows and he will not hesitate to come save you whenever you're in danger you can't handle.

He wouldn't let you go to a gate without a shadow in you so he'll be at your side whenever what dangers you couldn't face, he'll protect you from the danger.

My liege! The queen has been trapped in a red gate!

Beru's shouting snaps him in a daze as he barely manages to dodge one of the boss' attacks due to Beru's shouting in his thoughts

Igris, take my place.

Jinwoo ordered Igris, immediately not wasting another second as he disappeared from the boss' vision, a Igris emerging instead with a group of knights along with him

"Are you alright?" Jinwoo asked, Beru emerging along with him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, Jinwoo." You thanked him, Beru and the rest of the shadows were already getting to work through the gate.

"It's fine, I don't want you hurt after all."

Though when you come out of the gate and go home looking too wounded, he'll have Beru to heal you and he'll apologize that he didn't protect you and give you a bath and tend to your needs (That accident will rarely happen cause he's either by your side or Igris / Beru is.)

He wouldn't notice if you were in a red gate when he's not there, so when a staff of the Hunter's Association notify him how a gate you entered turned red, he'd finish his work quickly or he'd leave it there in his desk for him to do tomorrow.

When you come out completely wounded, only 1 or 2 of the members of your team alive, he'd immediately call for a healer and heal your wounds first, he'd ask if you're still able to walk on your own and helps you walk if you say no.

He will do all of the chores so you don't have to do it yourself considering how much you've been through a red gate, hes glad that you were still alive, he wouldn't know what to do when you're dead.

He'll tend to your needs, making sure you aren't anxious about your surroundings, he'll even stay by your side till you fall asleep, he'll bring you out to a date to a place which you like the most and spoil you, he'll apologize at the end of the day because he wasn't there with you.

"How's it? Did you have fun?" Jong-in asked, leading you back to his car by as you went into his car along with him in the backseat, your form leaning on him.

"It was fun." You spoke, feeling his fingers rubbing soothing circles on your arm as the car drove off to your shared place.

"Alright, I'm also... Sorry for not being there, I could've protected you when I was with you." He apologized, pulling you close to his side as he rested his head on yours.

"No, it's completely fine, don't go worrying yourself when you still have work to do." You reassured him, leaning closer to him.

"Alright then, just be careful." And with that, his lips slowly descended to meet yours.

I'm like 2% as I finish writing ToT

have a great day / good night !

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insight-chronicles · 14 hours ago

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Drabble Challenge - Maelstrom

It felt like worlds were colliding. Building shook as both earth and air were contorted by the maelstrom of power that had formed.

Blissfully unaware, you and your boyfriend were lying exhausted and sweat covered in bed…or at least what remained of the bed. You’d both let your strength get the better of the furniture in the room. As Jinwoo tried to right himself more of the bed gave way underneath him, sending him crashing to the floor and you into fits of laughter.

“Keep laughing like that and we’ll do it again.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

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st3f13ily · 4 days ago

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You Ruined Me

• Yandere Sung Jinwoo x Reader

• He was just gonna have some important talk or something with the chairman. But why? Why do you have to suddenly barge into his life and ruin him?

• First encounter/ Sung Jinwoo POV

• Reader is Korean

Before I became a monarch, I was invisible.

Even now, with the world at my feet, I still move like a ghost.

I don't remember most faces I pass in a day. They blur together—hunters, guildmasters, enemies. All of them are temporary. Forgettable.

But you weren't.

You were just standing in front of the Hunter's Association counter, tapping your pen nervously against a clipboard. Dressed plainly. Not flashy.

I looked longer than usual, making sure I wasn't seeing things, making sure you were there to begin with.

Making sure you were real. Human.

I had come in to meet with Go Gun-Hee. Official business. Something important or whatever to discuss. But my eyes… they got stuck.

On you.

You dropped your pen.

It clattered to the floor, rolling near my feet. You turned, and for one second—one second—you looked up at me with the warmest smile I've ever seen.

"Ah—sorry! Could you…?"

I picked it up.

That should've been the end of it.

But when your fingers brushed mine, soft and warm, something inside me shattered—or maybe clicked into place.

I didn't speak. I just stared.

You tilted your head and laughed softly, nervously. "Thanks… uh, wow, you look familiar. Have we met?"

No. We hadn't.

But I would make sure we did again.

On that very same day, I asked someone and learned that you just got back to Korea again after living in another country for three years. And ever since you have been awakened, you decided to move back here to try to protect this country.

And that moment, my world shifted. My thoughts twisted. I followed your steps without moving. Find out which guild you joined. What raids do you go on? Who you spoke to? Who made you laugh?

And I hated them all.

Because that smile is mine.

That softness. That light.

You ruined me, [Y/N] And you didn't even know my name.

But soon… You'd know everything about me.

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pupkashi · 3 months ago

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a/n: some more jinwoo headcanons #needthat :P

boyfriend!jinwoo who absolutely melts under your touch, any stress he’s harboring in his shoulders dissipates the second he comes home to you

boyfriend!jinwoo who is so smitten with you he finds himself wanting to come home to you every hour of the day, even finding himself at your job at random times because there was an ‘urgent matter’ he needed to discuss with you, even pulling the s rank card at times to get to you (he just wanted to see you and ask if you needed anything from the grocery store)

boyfriend!jinwoo who didn’t mind you teasing him, always having a small smile on his face when you tried to playful fight or wrestle with him, he was always gentle with you, making sure to keep his strength in check

boyfriend!jinwoo who would flip you under him and pin your wrists to the ground in the blink of an eye when you were being too bratty for his liking, his eyes glowing as he hovered over you, “you done sweetheart?”

boyfriend!jinwoo who blushes SO profusely anytime he finds you staring at him shirtless or in his boxers, he gets so shy under your gaze and his face flushes a deep pink color “w-what? do i have something on me?” he asks, trying to catch a glance of himself in the mirror only for you to shake your head no, “you’re just good to look at” you tease

boyfriend!jinwoo who picks you up and carries you around like you weight nothing, especially when you’re being stubborn about something he’s not above simply picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder

boyfriend!jinwoo who is too attractive for his own good, not realizing just how hot he was and flashing a smile out of kindness to a girl at the bar, you roll your eyes at him when he turns around, grabbing your things and walking out of the bar

“doll what’s wrong?” he’s quick to follow after you, when you don’t stop he’s standing in front of you in a flash, causing you to walk into his toned chest. before you can walk around him he’s got both your hands in his, “don’t walk away from me, talk to me my love”

boyfriend!jinwoo who leaves beru with you when he has to be far from you, beru quickly takes a liking to you after seeing how happy his liege was with you, when jinwoo summons him back he feels a little sad, telling jinwoo he would be more than happy to keep guard of you again, even managing to slip in how you were the only one fit enough for someone such as his highness

boyfriend!jinwoo who loves cooking for you, making you your favorite dishes and comfort foods. he loves having you sit on the counter next to him in one of his t shirts, letting you try everything and getting your input (you always think it’s perfect)

boyfriend!jinwoo who seems so stoic and emotionless in public, but is a ball of happiness and softness with you behind closed doors, warm eyes and soft gentle touches reserved just for you

the world would never know that sung jinwoo practically purrs when you run your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. only you would ever know the quiet whine he lets out when you kiss his sharp jawline. only you would ever know the sound of his giggles when you place a flurry of kisses on his face. only you would get to see the love sick look on his face when you catch him staring at you randomly during domestic moments.

boyfriend!jinwoo who reserves the sweetest part of himself for only you <3

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blackcat-star · 6 days ago

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Hi! I have a request idea for Jinwoo, if you'd like to write it.

So, reader really loves dragons and wyverns and other dragon-esque creatures, and they have for basically their whole lives. And they're dating Jinwoo, so he decides to show them Kaisel and they're just like 😲🤩 and they start askkng him everything about Kaisel and then become like besties with Kaisel. If Jinwoo's away and doesn't think he'll need Kaisel, he'll just leave him with reader so they can chill together.

I really love your writing 💖

Wyvern.

Sung Jinwoo (Kaisel) x Reader.

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"-and that's why wyverns are actually more aerodynamically efficient than traditional four-legged dragons." you continued, quickly sketching a diagram on the paper. "You see, the arm-wing structure means better weight distribution, and their tails..."

Jinwoo looked at you with tired but gentle eyes, a small smile appearing on his lips. This was one of the few things that could make him forget his embarrassing performance in the C-rank dungeon: listening to his crush talk about wyverns and dragons with all your passion.

At least seeing your eyes light up every time you talked about your new discoveries about wyverns, the way you tried to describe them to him by drawing diagrams on paper and laughing genuinely happy when sharing your interests with him was enough to make him forget everything around him and just immerse himself in your voice and face.

You were happy, so he was happy. Although he didn't really understand what you were talking about. They didn’t capture his imagination as much as they did yours.

Because he was an E-rank hunter, even fighting small goblins or orcs seemed difficult to him and enormous, fire-breathing creatures like wyverns and dragons were impossible.

"You really did your research," Jinwoo said, wincing slightly as he shifted on the sofa. His ribs were still sore from the goblins beating him up, and he was being used as bait by his team members while stronger hunters fought. It wasn't much fun.

"Of course!" you looked up from your sketches, your eyes almost glowing with excitement. "You know how much I love dragons! Did you know that in most mythologies, dragons are extremely intelligent? They're older than time and have deep wisdom and-" you paused since you’d already uncovered all your thoughts. "Sorry, I sometimes get onto a rant again, don’t I?

Jinwoo gave a little wave with his hand. "No, it's fine. I like listening to you."

He tossed his black hair. "I just can't imagine wanting to meet something that powerful, especially after seeing the monsters in the dungeon. I'd die if I faced one!

Your expression changed, becoming more serious. "Think about it, Jinwoo! You've seen a lot of monsters, right? Mindless creatures driven by instinct and aggression?"

He nodded seriously, unconsciously touching his side where the claw marks were still healing under his shirt.

"Dragons are different," you said seriously, slamming your hands on the table. "In every story, they're described as intelligent!" Your eyes sparkled. "Imagine meeting such an ancient and wise being, one that can share knowledge from centuries ago! Wouldn't that be great?"

Jinwoo sweatdropped. No, that really wasn't clear to him. Coming face to face with a wyvern or dragon was the last thing he wanted to do, since only one blow could knock him out and he couldn’t fight back.

Jinwoo signed and continued to stir his almost cold cup of coffee. "To be honest, I'd rather meet something smaller. Less likely to eat me." He gave you a sad smile. "I've been beaten up enough by regular monsters."

You frowned, worry flickering across your face. "Jinwoo, you know you don't have to keep doing this, right? Being a hunter when it's too dangerous for you?"

"I need money," he said simply. "My mother, Jinah...we need money. Maybe someday I'll become stronger." Even as he said that, he couldn't hide the doubt in his voice.

You pondered, then placed your hand on his. "You know I'm always by your side, right?"

Jinwoo smiled affectionately. "I know. And I'm grateful for that."

__💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺__

He had spent many weeks planning the whole occasion, watching as you examined dragon mythology books and were always caught off-guard by wyvern pictures. Your apartment was filled with dragon statues, lots of fantasy books and drawings of creatures you had imagined.

Until today.

"I want to show you something," He gestured towards you with a small smile while leading you to the apartment’s rooftop. The sky above was covered with dusk-colored stars.

You wondered what the purpose was in being there, but you trusted his decision entirely. The whole day, he only acted oddly and the excitement seeping from him was easy to notice.

Rather than responding, he raised his hand and the blackness fell around his fingers as though they were holding smoke. "Arise."

There was a shimmer in the air and instantly the roof wasn’t empty anymore. There was a striking beast that came, its dark, shiny scales blending into the darkness, its wings painting rivulets of shadow on the ground and its eyes gleaming back at you with interest.

Your breath suddenly stopped in your throat. Your heart stopped. Then it started again, pounding against your ribs as you took in every impossible detail.

"This is Kaisel," Jinwoo said softly, carefully watching your reaction. "He's my shadow-"

You whispered "He's perfect" and stopped him from replying. Your eyes became moist as you watched the wyvern, loving the smooth arch of his neck, the shine of the starlight off his skin and his incredible strength. "Jinwoo, he's beyond perfect."

Kaisel tilted his massive head, studying you with an almost surprised expression. Then he leaned down slightly, bringing his massive head closer to you, a gesture that made Jinwoo's eyebrows raise.

"Can I...if I..." You looked between Jinwoo and Kaisel, your hands shaking slightly with excitement and fear.

Jinwoo nodded, his expression gentle and understanding. "He wouldn't hurt you. In fact, I think he's taken a liking to you."

You progressed toward it so quietly and carefully, as if it was sacred. When your hand touched his snout, the scales were gently warm and surrounded by a faint rumble that traveled through your body.

"Oh my," you sighed, running your fingers along his jaw. "Jinwoo, how fast can he fly? What's his wingspan? Does he breathe fire? Can he communicate with you telepathically? How long have you been partners?"

At every chance, you asked Jinwoo questions and his smile kept getting wider because you were so excited. Kaisel didn’t seem to mind at all; in fact, he leaned closer and allowed you to trace the patterns on his scales.

"We'll deal with one question at a time," Jinwoo told you as he came to stand by you. "He outpaces any plane, his wings are about forty feet across, he doesn't use fire and he relies on strength and speed. He understands commands, but we don't really talk.”

"That's incredible," you muttered, still stroking Kaisel's neck. The dragon closed his eyes, seemingly enjoying the attention. "But he seems so smart. Look at the way he reacts to me."

Jinwoo watched Kaisel lean into your touch, making that low rumbling sound again. "He seems to like you. I've never seen him so comfortable with anyone else." ('cause he hasn't met anyone else :) )

You smiled brightly, carefully running your fingers along the bridge of Kaisel's nose above his eyes. "You're just a softie, aren't you, handsome?"

It was the beginning of something beautiful.

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Over the next few weeks, Kaisel became a regular part of your life.

Jinwoo would summon him for evening flights, taking you soaring over the city lights as you clung to his back, laughing with pure joy. You would spend hours just talking to the wyvern, telling him about dragon legends and myths while he listened with obvious interest, occasionally rumbling back or tilting his head as if he actually understood every word.

"I swear he actually understands what I'm saying," you told Jinwoo one evening as the three of you sat on the lawn, Kaisel's large body curled around you like a protective barrier.

Jinwoo watched Kaisel’s eyes follow your lively movements as you told him your favorite dragon stories. "He's always been smart. But I’ve never seen him pay this much attention to anyone before."

You began explaining about Smaug, Toothless, and Drogon, gesturing wildly as you spoke. When you got to the part about Smaug's arrogance, Kaisel snorted and turned his head away in obvious disdain.

"Look!" you exclaimed, pointing at the wyvern. "He just judged Smaug! You're too serious for that kind of behavior, aren't you, Kaisel?"

The wyvern roared in agreement, and Jinwoo couldn't help but chuckle at the interaction.

"Real dragons?" you repeated, eyes widening. "There are others?"

...

Jinwoo’s expression turned thoughtful. "In the world of darkness, there are creatures beyond imagination. Kaisel is just one of many, though he's certainly the greatest."

Kaisel feigned at the compliment, and you chuckled, scratching under his chin. "Don't let that make you arrogant, handsome."

The wyvern snorted and made a sound that sounded like laughter.

Soon, Jinwoo started leaving Kaisel with you when he went on missions that didn't require air support. For the first time, you thought it was a joke.

"You want to leave him here? With me?"

"He likes you," Jinwoo said simply, kissing your forehead. "And honestly, I think he'd rather spend time with someone who actually appreciates him than sit in the dark waiting for me."

Kaisel grunted in agreement and sat down on your apartment balcony like he owned the place.

Those days became your favorites. You'd sit outside with Kaisel, read to him from your collection of dragon books, share your lunch (he surprisingly loved barbecue), and just enjoy his company.

"You know," you said to him one afternoon, leaning into his warm hip as you both watched the clouds drift by, "I used to dream about meeting a real dragon. I never thought it would actually happen."

Kaisel turned his large head to look at you, his intelligent eyes warm with what you had learned was affection.

"I'm glad my boyfriend found you," you continued softly. "And I'm glad you like me enough to hang out with me. Even if I can't understand you directly, I feel like we understand each other."

Wyvern put his head against you, touching you as gently as he liked to. Hugging him as closely as you could, you put your arms around his neck.

After Jinwoo came home and noticed you and Kaisel asleep beside one another, with both of you looking truly happy, he just smiled. His shadow wyvern raised its head slightly, looking at Jinwoo with intelligent eyes before carefully shifting to make sure you were comfortable without waking him up.

The concern Kaisel showed you, the way he seemed to genuinely enjoy your company, told Jinwoo everything he needed to know. His shadow had always been loyal, but this was different, this was affection, freely given.

"You two are really attached to each other, aren't you?" he whispered softly, and Kaisel's soft whisper almost sounded like an agreement.

From that day on, Kaisel wasn't just Jinwoo's shadow, he was part of your little family. And every time you looked at him with the same wonder and joy as the first night, Jinwoo fell a little more in love with his mate, who saw magic in the world around them.

After all, it took someone special to befriend a wyvern. And you are the most special person he has ever known.

AWWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥺💗

And sorry for keeping you waiting

Hope you like this, love you 💗💗

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heyimkana · 2 months ago

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Come Home to Me (2/2)

Read Part 1 | Read it on AO3

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo X Female Reader

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

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

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

Content Warnings: Semi-public sex, swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You fidgeted. “N-no—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m scared, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Six days from now. A week, maybe.”

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

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

“Anything?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, I want to ruin her.

I want to make her all mine again.

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

“Honey?”

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

“I asked you if Igris saw us.”

“Huh? Oh, right. Yes, they saw it.”

“Wait—They?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know…”

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

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

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

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

And seeing that, he snapped.

All shadows. Leave us. Now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, please.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“J-Jinwoo—wait—the lights—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, Jinwoo.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chortled softly, “Yes, Ma’am.”

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

“I will, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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