a/n: hi hi !! i hope you guys like this little one shot !! please let me know what yall think :3 <3 not proofread at all oopsies
obsessed with the idea of sung jinwoo, notoriously terrible with names, remembering yours after only meeting once. jinwoo is immediately taken by you, he debates letting himself get injured just so you could heal him.
the debate lasts but a heartbeat in his mind as he lets himself get a couple cuts on his cheeks, smiling as he defeats the beast in front of him before heading over to you. “could you-?” he motions to the wounds and you nod quickly, holding your hands over his wounds and healing them.
“thank you, i don’t think i got your name” he gives you a small smile, stifling a chuckle when he sees your eyes go wide at his statement.
“must’ve slipped my mind” you chuckle, “I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you hunter sung.” jinwoo is looking at you with more interest than you thought he would, biting the inside of your cheek to try and hide your nerves.
“please just call me jinwoo, y/n” he smiles, liking the way your name fell off his tongue, “I’ll see you around.” there’s a charming glint in his eye that makes your knees buckle as you say a small ‘goodbye’ to him, heart racing as heat rises to your cheeks. you didn’t think you’d bump into jinwoo again, coming to terms with your schoolgirl crush that would go nowhere.
three weeks later you’re sitting in a coffee shop half empty cup in front of you as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone.
“y/n, it’s nice to see you again,” the deep voice pulls your attention from the screen, your eyes meeting jinwoo’s blue ones. he finds it endearing the way your eyes widen a bit upon seeing him, a smile on his face. “may i?” he motions to the seat across from you as you nod with a small smile.
“hunte- jinwoo, hi” you correct yourself, fiddling with your fingers as you set your phone on the table, “how have you been?” jinwoo takes a sip from his drink, pausing before replying.
“I’ve been good, what have you been up to?” he fights the urge to ask if you were waiting on someone, a date? the thought alone makes his heart drop. what have you done to him?
“nothing much,” you say, “was supposed to meet a friend for lunch and catch up but she had to go deal with some dungeon” the tone of dejection in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed, jinwoo frowning at your reply.
“im sorry,” there’s a small pause before he speaks up again, “would you like to join me for lunch? I would love the company.” the charming smile on his face has your knees weak again, your heart racing as you look at your phone, no text from your friend.
“yeah, that’d be nice” you reply, a smile on your face as jinwoo sits across from you, staring at the menu. there’s a small pout on his lips as he struggles to find any food to order. “there’s not many food options here” you speak up, “we were gonna just go somewhere else to eat.”
jinwoo’s ears turn red as he stares back at you, setting the menu down and nodding. “oh, didn’t know that” he mumbles. you smile at him, cocking your head slightly.
“is it your first time here?” you question, jinwoo’s cheeks are now the same pink as his ears, as his eyes go slightly wide before closing slightly.
“honestly, i only came in because i saw you in here” a sheepish smile on his rose tinted face as he scratches the back of his neck nervously. you can’t stop the heat rising onto your cheeks, the butterflies in your stomach going insane as you tried to hide the smile on your face.
“shall we?” jinwoo grins, standing up and following you out of the cafe. you thank him for holding the door open for you, mentally taking note of how much taller than you he was.
after a bit of wandering and small talk the two of you find a restaurant, entering and taking a seat. the conversation flows easily between the two of you, you feel strangely at ease despite this only being the second time you’d spoken to the man.
jinwoo offers to accompany you back to your apartment, you give him a soft smile and nod.
“y’know im a hunter too, right?” you tease, jinwoo laughs, holding his hands up in defense.
“sorry, just wouldn’t feel right if i didn’t even offer to walk to you home” the charming smile on his face isn’t helping your growing affection for the hunter.
there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, your hands brushing against one another as you walk side by side. the two of you are looking in opposite directions, hearts racing as your pinkies link, a small shock is sent up your hand. neither of you say anything, jinwoo is biting his bottom lip, failing miserably at hiding the smile on his face.
“im kinda shocked you remembered my name” you speak up, breaking the silence and looking at the taller man next to you. “i heard you’re terrible with them” a small chuckle leaves your lips and jinwoo laughs softly.
“oh yeah, im the worst with names” he admits, his face is completely pink now, and he’s avoiding your gaze at all costs as he opens his mouth and closes it, thinking before speaking up again. “you just really caught my attention” he blurts out, trying to ignore igris and beru cheering him on from his shadow.
you’re a bit stunned at his words, heart leaping at his confession and you test the waters a bit by unlinking your pinkies and instead intertwining your fingers with his. “oh?” you giggle, as jinwoo’s blue eyes stare at you, the panic looked on his face morphs into a more relaxed confident one.
“I’ll admit I had a bit of a thing for you too” now it’s your turn to avoid his eyes. jinwoo smiles, humming softly and cocking his head “had?”
you stumble over your words a bit, “have, present tense” you finally say, jinwoo isn’t hiding his smile anymore, not even trying to suppress the small giggle leaving his lips.
the rest of the trip home is filled with giggles and bashful smiles, your stomach sinking a bit when you finally reach your front door.
“thank you for today, and for walking me home” you say, the two of you standing in front of the door. jinwoo is smiling down at you, eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. your heart skips a beat, not wanting your time with him to end yet.
“of course, anytime” he says, clearing his throat and snapping out of the trance like state he was in. the two of you are quiet for a second, giving him a small smile and wave as you unlock your front door. “when can i see you again?” he asks, a lovesick look on his face as he stares at you.
you can’t help but feel excitement bubble in the pit of your stomach, thinking for a moment before replying. “Friday, pick me up at 6?”
jinwoo smiles, nodding happily before waving goodnight to you, waiting for you to close the door before he turns on his heel. the giant smile on his face is enough for igris to tease him, he doesn’t care, he feels on top of the world. he stops dead in his tracks as he takes his phone out of his pocket.
Summary: A forbidden bond. Y/N Hae-In, his half-sister by blood, yet her scent pulls him in. A possessive alpha who won’t let her go…
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The conference room of the Ahjin Guild HQ was quiet except for the shuffle of papers and the faint tapping of Jinho’s pen against his clipboard. Jinwoo sat at the head of the table, posture relaxed, one elbow resting on the armrest.
The door opened, and Cha Hae-In stepped in.
She didn’t hurry. She never did. Still in her hunter gear, her golden hair pulled into a low ponytail, strands clinging to the curve of her cheek from the steam of the post-raid shower she clearly hadn’t taken yet. She crossed the room without asking, sliding into the seat beside him as if it was hers by right.
“You’re late,” Jinwoo murmured, not looking at her at first.
“I was making sure your little stunt in that dungeon didn’t get anyone killed,” she replied smoothly, setting a folder on the table.
A corner of his mouth lifted. “That ‘stunt’ cleared the gate in half the expected time.”
Her lips quirked. “That ‘stunt’ also had me hauling two unconscious C-ranks back to the exit while you-what was it again?-‘handled it.’” She leaned back in her chair, arms folding across her chest, the faintest scent of steel and rain clinging to her skin.
Around the table, a few guild members shifted, glancing between them. This wasn’t unusual-Hae-In's and Jinwoo’s verbal sparring had become something of a spectator sport.
Jinwoo finally turned his head to meet her gaze. Close enough that if either of them leaned forward, their foreheads might touch. “Handled it,” he repeated, voice low and steady. “And you know I did.”
She arched a brow, holding his stare longer than most could withstand. “Fine. You handled it. But next time, try not to make my job harder.”
The corner of his jaw ticked. The easy way she said “my job” always made something primal in him itch. They were equals, but she was still an Alpha-untouchable. Not mine. The thought was unwelcome yet persistent.
“Noted,” he said at last, turning his attention back to the agenda. But he didn’t move his arm from where it brushed hers on the table.
The meeting rolled on, touching on gate schedules and resource distribution. Their voices were quieter now, but the tension lingered-sharp, magnetic. Jinwoo didn’t miss the way her hair swayed when she tilted her head toward him to make a point. He didn’t miss the faint curve of her smirk when she caught him looking.
“So,” Hae-In said casually during a lull, flipping a page in her notes, “speaking of the roster, there’s someone I want to put forward.”
Jinwoo glanced at her sidelong. “Another Alpha?” His tone was unreadable, but there was the faintest suggestion of disinterest.
“No,” she said, and something in her eyes shifted. “My sister.”
He stilled. “You have a sister?”
Her smirk deepened at his tone. “Half-sister. We don’t talk about her much because she’s been in America for years. She’s an S-rank. And…” She let the pause stretch. “…she’s an Omega.”
The air in the room shifted, almost imperceptibly. Jinwoo’s focus sharpened. Rare, an S-Rank Omega?. Unclaimed. His instincts stirred before he forced them down.
“An S-rank Omega,” he said evenly, as if weighing the words. “That’s… unusual.”
“She’s strong. Strong enough to replace me if she wanted.” Hae-In's voice held both pride and a warning.
Jinwoo leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming once on the armrest. . “Bring her in tomorrow. I’d like to see for myself.”
Hae-In’s gaze narrowed. “Careful. She’s nothing like me.”
He let the faintest smirk curl his lips. Good. I don’t need another Alpha.
The meeting adjourned shortly after. Jinwoo left first, the weight of anticipation coiled low in his chest- alien, unwelcome, but undeniable. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
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By the time the next day rolled around, Jinwoo was already at his wits’ end.
Not only had the morning raids not gone to his liking, none of them delivering the precision or results he expected-but his shadows had been restless. They rippled through him as if anticipating something. He couldn’t tell whether they sensed danger or something else entirely, but it did nothing to help his already fraying mood.
A soft knock came at the door before it cracked open. Hae-In peeked in, her hair done neatly today. Jinwoo noticed immediately, he always did. You’d have to be blind not to notice how breathtaking Cha Hae-In was.
He had always wondered how things might have been if she were an Omega. But rules were rules-Alphas could not mate with Alphas. There was no true spark, no lasting bond. That didn’t stop him from letting his gaze rake over her figure with quiet hunger.
“What is it?” he said coolly, still tapping away at his keyboard, the failed mission reports from the morning spread across his desk.
“I’m assuming someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” Hae-In teased, still lingering by the door.
“I’m not in the mood, Cha. State your business.”
“Jeez, alright. My sister? You were going to interview her today-she’s already here. Can I tell her to come in?”
Jinwoo nearly groaned. He’d forgotten entirely about the interview. He gave her a curt nod, signaling for her to do so, and started looking for the file. But then-
It hit him.
No. It slammed into him.
A scent-warm, alluring, intoxicating-rolled through the room, making his nostrils flare and his pupils darken as he inhaled greedily. Notes of honey, coffee, a sunny afternoon, and sweet vanilla wrapped around him in a way that made every nerve stand on edge. His shadows stirred restlessly. His inner wolf howled.
And it wasn’t Hae-In.
“Cha,” Jinwoo called through clenched teeth.
“Yes, boss?”
“Your scent. It’s… changed.” His voice was low, wary. His eyes stayed locked on her, tracking every movement. The scent was around her, but it wasn’t hers.
“Oh? In a good way or a bad way? I did change my shampoo-lavender is quite lovely.”
Lavender?
The pen in his hand creaked under his grip, seconds away from snapping in two. Lavender was not the scent that was unraveling him.
“Bring her in,” Jinwoo managed, the words edged with something sharp. Hae-In gave a small nod and left the room.
He flipped through the papers with deliberate slowness, half grateful-half desperate-that the scent belonged to someone else. Maybe Cha had passed by an Omega in heat on her way here. Yes. That was reasonable. Logical. Jinwoo told himself this twice, three times, trying to believe it. Because if the person who owned that scent walked into his office, he wasn’t sure he could keep control.
The file came open in his hands:
Cha Y/n . Twenty-three years old. Graduated from the University of California with a degree in life sciences before awakening as an S-Rank Hunter. Affiliated with the Hunter Guild in America, involved in multiple successful missions.
Impressive. Very impressive.
His gaze locked on the final detail.
Second gender: Omega.
A shiver ran down his spine. She would be the first Omega in Ahjin if he hired her. It was a risk-a lone, unmated Omega in a den full of Alphas. But Jinwoo trusted his people. They wouldn’t dare touch her. Not under his protection.
A soft knock broke his thoughts. Jinwoo straightened in his seat, steeling himself.
“Come in.”
The door eased open, and in stepped a petite girl, no taller than 5 feet. H/c hair curled neatly, framing a face with wide, doe-like eyes and a soft smile, made more arresting by the small dimple in her cheek. She wore a blush-pink blouse tucked into a pencil skirt, a gentle elegance in every step.
She held two cups of coffee.
The scent rolled in behind her like a tide-coffee, vanilla, and honey. It was hers.
Jinwoo’s inner wolf howled louder, clawing against the cage of his control. His fingers tightened on the desk as if anchoring him to reality. His pulse roared in his ears.
“Good morning! I’m Cha Y/n!”
Her voice was soft, warm, bright—like sunlight spilling into the room. Jinwoo barely registered her crossing the space to place one of the coffees on his desk, or the way her smile seemed to make the air itself lighter.
All he could hear was his own inner voice, low and certain, thrumming through his bones:
Mate.
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The coffee sat untouched on Jinwoo’s desk.
Not because it wasn’t good-he hadn’t even tasted it yet-but because every time he lifted the cup, the scent of its giver rose with the steam and threatened to undo him.
Cha Y/n sat across from him, hands folded neatly in her lap, posture straight but not rigid. She gave off an ease that most S-ranks didn’t have-a warmth that made her seem smaller than the room when in reality, the room felt smaller because of her.
Cha lingered by the door, arms crossed loosely as if this was just another casual introduction. Jinwoo knew better. She was watching her sister. And he was watching her sister. For very different reasons.
“Alright,” Jinwoo said, voice low, measured. “Why don’t you tell me a little about your experience in the field?”
Y/n brightened instantly. “Of course. I joined the San Francisco Hunter Guild at nineteen. I started as a support, mostly handling logistics and extraction. But after my awakening, I shifted into active fieldwork. I’ve cleared over a dozen S-rank gates and served as team lead for four.”
Her voice was like silk over steel-soft but certain. Jinwoo’s gaze dragged over her face, the way her lips curved slightly when she spoke, the subtle flush in her cheeks. His wolf pushed forward, closer, closer, she’s yours.
He forced himself to lean back in his chair instead. “Impressive. And your… second gender never caused issues with your team?”
Her brow furrowed slightly at the question, but she kept her tone light. “Not really. Most of them were professional about it. And if they weren’t, I made it clear I could take care of myself.”
The corner of Jinwoo’s mouth tugged upward, not from amusement, but from something darker. You shouldn’t have to take care of yourself. Not when you have me.
Hae-In cut in, “She’s understating. She once put a full-grown Alpha on the ground in under thirty seconds.”
Y/N laughed softly. “That was… a misunderstanding.”
Jinwoo’s grip on the armrest tightened. “I’d like to hear about that incident.”
“Oh—uh—it was a training match that got a little heated. He didn’t respect my boundaries, so I showed him why he should.” Her eyes glinted with quiet defiance before softening again. “It was nothing dramatic.”
He wanted to ask who the Alpha was. He wanted a name, a face, and the chance to make sure they never breathed near her again.
Instead, he said, “Good. Boundaries are important.”
They moved on to questions about her combat style, preferred weaponry, and specialization in gate environments. She answered each one thoughtfully, sometimes gesturing lightly with her hands, the faint scent of her skin drifting toward him with every movement. His shadows quivered under the desk, restless.
Halfway through, she leaned forward to explain a particular strategy she used in water-heavy dungeons. The motion brought her scent closer-honey, vanilla, coffee-wrapping around his senses like a vice. His wolf growled low in his chest, a sound only he could hear.
Take her. Mark her. Now.
He swallowed hard, speaking evenly. “That’s a clever approach. I can see why your success rate is so high.”
Her smile in response was bright enough to burn.
Hae-In shifted against the wall, glancing at her watch. “I’ve got another meeting, but you two can finish without me.”
Jinwoo didn’t move, didn’t blink, until the door clicked shut.
The moment it did, the air changed.
Without Cha’s presence, the space between them felt electric, charged. Jinwoo leaned forward slightly, his gaze locking on hers. “Do you always bring coffee to your interviews?”
She laughed softly. “Only when I think the person I’m meeting might need it.”
His fingers curled slowly on the desk. She’s thoughtful. Kind. Mine.
“I appreciate it,” he said, voice quieter now. “Though I think it’s the best cup I’ve ever had.”
Her cheeks flushed faintly. “Well, I’m glad you like it.”
He did. He liked everything. Too much.
By the end of the interview, he’d asked every standard question-and a few that weren’t on the form at all-just to keep her in the room a little longer. When she finally stood, thanking him for his time, he rose as well, unable to stop himself from tracking every movement.
Her hand brushed the edge of his desk as she turned to leave.
He nearly followed.
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He hired her.
Of course he did. He would be a fool not to hire his fated mate-make sure she worked for him, keep her close. Even though her scent alone drove him to madness, he had to restrain himself. She didn’t know how much of an effect she had on him, and he intended to keep it that way. For now.
He wouldn’t dream of forcing anything on her. The only shred of common sense and respect tethering him was held by a thin thread, telling him to wait….allow her to come to him, to feel the same, to fall in love with him. He knew he was playing the long game, but it was worth it.
“One orientation and two preliminary assessments?” Beak Yoonho, Jinwoo’s fellow S-rank and friend, murmured as he flipped through Y/n’s file in Jinwoo’s office.
“Yes. She’s quick on her feet-I don’t think she’d need more assessments.” Jinwoo felt her aura and strength even from the papers. She was an elemental manipulator, specializing in fire and ice. Formidable. He didn’t think she needed the assessments, though they were necessary to understand her style and how it might complement the team. Either way, her position here was written in stone.
“Cha should be done with her orientation soon. Who’s assessing her?” Yoonho glanced at his watch. Jinwoo stood from his desk, and Yoonho followed him out toward the training facilities.
“The first round will be Choi Jong-In, and you’ll do her second round. I’ll oversee everything, of course,” Jinwoo said as they reached the upper deck overlooking the training floor.
The room was large but not as vast as the other training halls. Below, Choi was warming up, fingers flickering with flames. Upon sensing their presence, he waved to them. Jinwoo was about to return the greeting when his body tensed-the scent entered the hall.
She stepped onto the mat wearing leggings and a sports bra. Her arms and midriff were visible, and Jinwoo was anything but okay.
He nearly salivated. She looked gorgeous, her friendly smile lighting up the room as she introduced herself to Choi. She smelled divine, and Jinwoo felt his heart stop. His fists clenched against the railing as their assessment began.
She moved like a goddess-like she owned the floor. She was indeed an S-rank and more. Jinwoo watched a bead of sweat roll down her neck and in between the valley of her breasts. A shiver of pleasure ran through him. Flashes of imagined touches, kisses, and whispered moans played in his mind as he struggled to keep it together.
How it would feel to kiss along her neck, to lick her nape and taste her skin-oh gods, what he would give to taste her. To feel her quiver under his fingers. To hear her moan and beg for him when he thrusts deep-
“Isn’t she perfect?” Hae-In's voice stopped Jinwoo from imagining further. He straightened, cleared his throat, and subtly adjusted his pants.
“Yes. She’s quite impressive. I’ll get ready for my assessment with her.” Yoonho excused himself to prepare.
Hae-In leaned on the railing beside Jinwoo, watching him hungrily watch her sister.
“She’s my sister, boss,” Hae-In reminded softly, making him snap his eyes to her.
“I’m aware,” he said coldly, his possessive alpha shining through.
“Good. Because she’s too pure, and I’d hate for anyone to corrupt her.”
Too late, Jinwoo thought. He wanted to corrupt her, worship her, love her, own her, mark her… ruin her.
jinwoo who tells you to handle his lightwork in dungeons but in reality he just thinks its hot when you rip his emenies apart
jinwoo who knows you can protect yourself but like to impress you with his skills anyways
jinwoo who lets you make the big decisions, guilds from across the world know by know its not use trying to get to him with any convincing, in the end it's you who gets the final say on where his assests will be placed
jinwoo who genuinely never lost that sweet side of him, you constantly tease him about being so hard and noncholant in public because as soon as the man is alone with you he's like a little puppy, following you around asking what your doing ( typically something mundane )
jinwoo who clearly is in love with you and hates when his fangirls cant see that too, thats when he starts to get scandalous, hands is places they problably shouldnt be ( not to the public eye at least )
jinwoo who doesnt want you as a forever girlfriend, in just the 3 short years you'd been together he decides he wants to make you his wife
jinwoo who blatantly implies anyone who thinks they have a chance with you ( ahem, im talking to you Choi Jong-In ) is a complete moron and not even miles withing your league
Soft Dom Jin, Rough pnv, cunnilingus, soft sex, Jinwoo pampering. That’s all I can think of now.
***
You knew the second you walked into the apartment something was different
Jinwoo hadn’t said much on the drive home, but his hand had never left your thigh. Not the way it usually rested there—sweet and casual—but gripping. Squeezing. His thumb brushing too close to your core. You should’ve known from the way his jaw twitched when that guy at the guild dinner laughed a little too long at your joke.
You barely got your shoes off before he had you pinned against the door.
“Mine,” he muttered, voice deep and low in your ear. “Say it.”
You whimpered, your fingers already tangling in his jacket. “Yours.”
He kissed you hard—nothing like his usual tenderness. He devoured you, his tongue invading your mouth, his body pressing you so tight against the door you could barely breathe. His thigh pushed between your legs, grinding up until your knees buckled.
You barely registered him dragging you down the hallway, clothes half-torn off in his rush. His usual patience? Gone. He didn’t even bother with the lights. He tossed you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, hands everywhere—possessive, demanding.
“You liked it?” he growled as his mouth traced your neck. “When he touched you?”
“No—nngh—Jinwoo, I didn’t—”
He bit down hard enough to leave a mark and pulled back to look at you. “You’re mine,” he said again, and his voice was so deep, so feral, it made your body pulse with need.
Then he was pushing inside you.
No slow buildup. No teasing.
Just him—thick, deep, filling you in one rough thrust that made your back arch off the mattress and a choked moan tear from your lips.
“F-fuck—!”
He groaned above you, eyes burning as he watched the way you took him. “So tight,” he hissed. “God, you feel so good like this. Messy. Open.”
He didn’t give you time to adjust. His hands grabbed your hips, dragging you back onto him over and over, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. He was relentless. Rougher than he’d ever been. And it felt so good—the stretch, the burn, the way he fucked you like it meant something.
Because it did.
You were sobbing his name in broken gasps, your legs shaking, your voice hoarse.
“Too much—Jinwoo, it’s—!”
“No,” he growled, lips ghosting your jaw. “You can take it. I know you can. You’re mine, right?”
You nodded frantically, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “Y-yes—yours—Jinwoo, please—”
And when you came, it hit like lightning—your entire body tensing, your nails digging into his back, your moans turning into whimpers as he fucked you through it.
He didn’t stop. Not even when your legs trembled or your voice cracked.
He flipped you over.
Fucked you from behind until your arms gave out and your face was pressed into the pillows, his hands tangled in your hair and his name all you could say. And when he finally spilled inside you, it was with a deep growl of your name, his fingers bruising your hips as he slammed in to the hilt.
You collapsed.
He kissed your shoulder. Pulled the blankets up. Whispered that he loved you as he tucked you against his chest.
⸻
The morning light felt too bright, and you barely stirred as he moved around the room.
You were sore everywhere—your neck, your thighs, your back. He’d marked you, covered you in love bites and finger-shaped bruises. Your lips still tingled from his kisses.
You lay there, limp and half-dazed, wearing nothing but his shirt. It smelled like him. You clutched it to your chest.
Jinwoo moved through the room with calm efficiency, fixing his collar in the mirror, tugging on his jacket. You watched him, quiet. Your gaze trailed down the muscles of his back, the curve of his neck, his strong hands as they buttoned the last of his sleeves.
He caught your eyes in the mirror.
And smirked.
You whimpered softly—barely more than a breath—but he heard it.
Jinwoo turned, walked back to the bed, and knelt beside you. His fingers traced your jaw, then your lips—red, swollen, kissed raw.
“You okay?” he asked, voice suddenly soft. Soothing. The Jinwoo you knew.
You nodded.
Barely.
He leaned down and kissed you sweetly. “You look so fucked out, baby.”
You whimpered again, biting your bottom lip, unable to even answer. Just watching him like he was the only thing holding you together.
He chuckled and stood, grabbing his bag. At the door, he paused.
Glanced back.
“You better rest,” he said. “Because the next time someone looks at you like that, I won’t be so nice.”
And then he was gone—leaving you melted into the mattress, ruined and glowing, already aching for more.
***
You were exactly where he left you: curled beneath the blankets, still wearing his shirt. The scent of him wrapped around your body like a second skin. You hadn’t bothered to move much, too sore, too wrecked, too dazed from everything he’d done the night before.
But when you heard the door click open, your heart fluttered.
Footsteps. The sound of his keys on the counter. His jacket being shrugged off.
You swallowed, anticipation blooming low in your belly.
When he stepped into the bedroom, he stopped.
His eyes found you instantly. Hair mussed. Cheeks flushed. Legs tangled in the sheets. One shoulder exposed. You looked up at him with that same needy, vulnerable gaze from that morning—and his chest tightened.
“Still worn out, baby?”
You nodded slowly.
He smiled, softer this time. Less cocky, more loving. And yet still so in control.
He didn’t speak again as he walked over and pulled the blankets down, exposing your bare thighs. His hand grazed one gently, then the other. You shivered under his touch.
“You really didn’t move all day?”
You blinked up at him. “Couldn’t.”
That made him smirk—but just for a second. Then his hands were sliding beneath you, lifting you into his lap like you weighed nothing. You curled against him instinctively, burying your face in his neck as he sat back on the bed, holding you like something precious.
“You were so good for me last night,” he murmured into your hair. “Letting me take what’s mine. Letting me remind you.”
You whimpered, nodding into his chest, breath hitching when his hand slid up your shirt—his shirt—and cupped your breast. Still tender. Still sore from his mouth.
“You wanna be good again?”
You didn’t answer with words. Just a slow, needy grind of your hips into his lap, the way your thighs squeezed around his. The way your breath stuttered.
“That’s what I thought,” he whispered, kissing your forehead.
This time, he undressed you slowly. No ripping, no rough hands—just his fingers skimming your skin, drawing goosebumps in their wake. He worshipped every inch he’d ruined, every mark he’d left. His mouth traced over love bites with reverence, his tongue soft and teasing as if to soothe the bruises he’d made.
He took his time.
He laid you back on the pillows like something sacred, spreading your thighs gently and lowering his mouth to your center.
You gasped, hips twitching as his tongue made contact—slow, deep licks that had you trembling. Your fingers fisted the sheets, eyes fluttering shut.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured against you. “So fucking sweet. Mine.”
You nodded helplessly, moaning his name.
He didn’t stop until your thighs were shaking again, until you were sobbing for him, legs wrapped around his shoulders, back arched.
Only then did he crawl up your body and kiss you—deep and slow, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
When he finally pushed inside you again, it was gentle. Not less intense, just slower. Thicker. He rolled his hips into you like he had all the time in the world, one hand cradling your cheek while the other held your hip steady.
You wrapped around him, whimpering.
“You still feel so good,” he whispered into your ear. “Can’t believe you let me fuck you like that last night. Let me make you mine like that.”
“I am yours,” you whispered back, voice cracking.
That made him groan. He buried his face in your neck and fucked you slowly, thoroughly, until you were gasping again, your nails dragging down his back.
“I love you,” he said between thrusts. “I’ll ruin you over and over if it means you remember who you belong to.”
You came again—quiet, broken, so deep in it you could barely breathe.
He followed with a low, shuddering moan, burying himself deep inside you, holding you tight as you both stilled.
For a long moment, he just held you.
Sweaty, tangled, breathless.
Then he rolled to his side, pulling you with him so you were curled up in his chest. His fingers brushed your hair back, then skimmed your jaw, your lips, your marked-up neck.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he whispered. “So full of me.”
You blushed hard, and he chuckled, tucking your face into his chest.
“I’m making you dinner,” he said suddenly. “You need something real in you before I fuck you again.”
You whined softly, hiding your face even deeper.
And he grinned. Smug, satisfied, completely in love with the way you melted for him.
the way jinwoo would drift toward you without even realizing it. the subtle shifts of his body, brushing your hand, tugging you closer, resting a hand on your lower back even when there was plenty of space around you.
right now, you were just trying to grab something from the kitchen when you felt strong arms circle your waist from behind, pulling you gently back into a warm chest.
you sighed, amused. “jinwoo. i was gone for two minutes.”
“too long,” he murmured, voice low against your ear.
you leaned back into him instinctively, feeling that calm stillness that only he could bring. “you were literally just watching TV.”
“and thinking about you the entire time,” he said, completely deadpan.
you laughed. “you’re so dramatic.”
“i mean it.”
you turned in his arms, your hands coming to rest on his chest. he looked down at you with that unreadable gaze of his. a little intense, a little soft, like he was trying to memorize you all over again.
“seriously though,” you teased, “you really can’t go a full minute without touching me?”
he didn’t even blink. “no.”
your lips twitched. “what if I leave the room for an hour?”
“i’ll follow you.”
you raised a brow. “to the bathroom?”
his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smirk. “i’ll wait outside.”
you rolled your eyes, but your heart was warm.
his hand lifted to brush your cheek, thumb grazing your skin like it was something precious.
“i just… i like knowing you’re here,” he said quietly.
you softened instantly. “i’m not going anywhere.”
“good.” he kissed your forehead, then added against your skin, “because i don’t think i could let you.”
side note: I'm completely new to writing fics, so please be aware of wrong grammar and misspellings!
chomp.
"Jinwoo." you spoke.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"Stop it." You spoke once more, but he didn't bother, yet another chomp, was the response you could get.
"You taste like wife." He spoke flatly, continuing to bite your cheek then onto your hand once more.
It's been a week since Jinwoo has been doing this, chomping all around you as if you were a bone and he was the dog.
"Do you want me to force you to wear a get along shirt with Beru?" You replied, pulling your hand away from his biting mouth.
"You wouldn't." He spoke, a thought that he could just threaten Beru to not do that.
"Beru." You called the ant, the ant teleporting to you immediately as he replied.
"Yes, my queen?" Beru replied, kneeling for a moment before seemingly seeing your gesture to not kneel once again
"Both of you, wear this." You throw a get along shirt at Jinwoo and Beru, Jinwoo shooting the deadliest glare he can give to Beru.
"Listen to her and I won't summon you again." He dared Beru, already planning to cancel summon Beru.
"Listen to him and I'll make sure you're never loved." You also dared Beru, thinking of the most heartbreaking insult you can give to the ant.
...
In the end, you managed to force Jinwoo and Beru to wear the get along shirt, Beru being scared and Jinwoo looking like he was about to start a massacre.
at one point Jinwoo would've already canceled summon on beru before even managing to force him and Beru to wear that shirt. (╥﹏╥)
Prompt: You crouched down to coo at my baby but I forgot to tell you their fav thing to do is play with people’s hair and now they won’t let go of you.
If he hadn’t been so busy gawking at your beauty, Jinwoo would’ve been able to warn you of his daughter’s superhuman strength and speed. But, no. Of course not.
“Aah!” You nearly choked on your gum when the tot snatched a lock of your hair and yanked when she pulled her fist back to her chest. “Oh my God!”
“Oh God—no, Harin. Let go!” He worked his thumb into her tiny fist but couldn’t get the grip to loosen. “I’m so sorry! She likes hair—I didn’t think fast enough—Harin, please!”
Harin giggled as the two of you worked frantically to release her death grip. Onlookers waiting for the bus barely contained their amusement with quiet chuckles and giggles. Jinwoo’s practically burned knowing it’d be a while before he lived this down.
“Oh, wait!” You let go of her wrist and dug through your coat pockets. To his surprise, you pulled out a little Stitch figurine and held it out to Harin. “Look! Do you like this? Want it instead?”
The bright blue colored toy immediately stole her attention and she promptly let go of your hair to take it. Jinwoo found himself impressed by your quick thinking. “I’m so, so sorry for that.”
You patted your hair back into place with a smile. “It’s okay. It’s mostly my fault for getting within grabbing range. Most babies like to grab hair and clothes.” You gently touched Harin’s cheek. “As much as I babysit little cuties like her, I really should know better.”
“You’re a babysitter?” The wheels were already turning in his head. “You wouldn’t happen to have time to spare for the rest of us, would you?”
You laughed. “I do, actually. My best client officially stopped needing a sitter last Saturday. My bub’s all grown up and going to middle school now.”
“Um, can I have your number or do you use a website…?”
“Oh! Of course.” You pulled out a business card. “I use Sitters. You can book me through that as well as see my references, in case you had any questions about my background.”
He took it and your fingers brushed his. “Thank you!” Your name was neatly printed over little pink and purple hand prints with a QR code and your phone number underneath. Just then, the bus pulled up to the stop with a hiss of air brakes interrupting the moment. Jinwoo felt a twinge of disappointment at how quickly the conversation had flown by—he didn’t want it to end just yet.
“Did you need help?” You pointed at the stroller in front of him. It took his brain a minute to catch up before he was nodding with a bit too much enthusiasm.
“Yes! I can grab it if you’re okay with holding her for a second.”
You didn’t bat an eye, hands out ready to receive The Hair Puller who was pulling on one of Stitch’s ears with every ounce of concentration a two year old could have. To her credit, Harin didn’t fuss at all like she normally would. She looked content in your arms as Jinwoo quickly folded the stroller up and joined the line of passengers boarding the bus.
He can’t help but pay attention to you, Jinwoo just finds himself drawn to you. It’s not necessarily that he wants to be overprotective of you, but he just likes to be there to watch more and take care of you.
B ⇴ BICKER
If the two of you really feel strongly about something, you’ll definitely start bickering with one another to try and get your way. You’ll usually bicker to try and prove your point and shut the other person down, talking over one another and firing insults across at one another too to try and get them to cave.
C ⇴ COMFORT
He always tries to be there for you, that’s the most important thing to Jinwoo. When you need comforting, he tries to repay all of the comfort that you bring him and stick by your side. He knows that he’s not the best at comforting someone, but he tries his best at least to do what he can to help you.
D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS
It’s very rare for the two of you to disagree, conflict especially is something that Jinwoo is very wary of between the two of you. You’re usually pretty good between the two of you at sensing when maybe you’re starting to get a little bit snappy with one another and agree that maybe you should change the subject. For you to carry things on is a pretty much impossible job, it hardly ever happens between you.
E ⇴ EARLY YEARS
It took a little bit of time for the two of you to get to know each other, but you couldn’t help but find Jinwoo endearing which was a big factor in bringing the two of you closer together. There was a shyness in him that actually ended up making you want to get to know him more and try and break down the walls that he seemed to have up around you, something which over time Jinwoo definitely did.
F ⇴ FAMILY
Jinwoo’s family adored you, they were constantly asking Jinwoo about how you were, sometimes even before they asked how he was too. At the start he got pretty offended that his family would ask about you first, but in the end he got used to it. The more they asked, the more appreciative Jinwoo got that they cared enough about you to ask about you, even if it meant that he was second best in his family.
G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER
Most of the time you’d spend time at one of your places when you hung out, Jinwoo was incredibly private and refused to go out unless he had to in order to prevent any harm coming your way. He loved to have you at home where he knew that it was a safe space for you both and didn’t have to worry about you.
H ⇴ HABITS
The two of you had a habit of knowing each other incredibly well, often being able to answer questions about the other person. You could predict what Jinwoo was going to say, and nine times out of ten get it right, just like how he often knew what you were going to say before saying a single word.
I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES
People didn’t think the two of you had many inside jokes, but secretly, you did. You usually found that when the two of you were all by yourselves, that was when the most inside jokes were created for the two of you, and so whilst others didn’t think you had any jokes, the two of you knew otherwise.
J ⇴ JEALOUSY
One of the things that you always picked up on with Jinwoo was how sensitive he could be, and your other friends definitely made him sensitive from time to time. There would be a silence by your side from Jinwoo when he was starting to get a little jealous as he’d lose his confidence to join in with the conversation, deciding instead to just stand back and hope that you don’t forget that he’s right by your side.
K ⇴ KICKS
Jinwoo got a kick out of seeing you do well, especially as he knew just how hard you worked. He was your biggest fan and always made sure to know exactly what you were up to so that he could support you. Whenever you told him that you had good news about something, he made a huge deal out of it.
L ⇴ LOVE
He loved how comfortable he was around you and how you made everything feel so relaxed for Jinwoo. There was never any pressure between you both, very rarely an uncomfortable silence or hesitancy when you were trying to decide what you were going to say, you both felt just at ease around each other. Without any doubt, you were both the person that the other felt the most comfortable around.
M ⇴ MEETING
The two of you first met at the company, you were already working there when Jinwoo joined. A couple of days into joining the company, Jinwoo was introduced to you, and as one of the first faces that he met when he started there, he seemed to rely on you for quite a bit of help whilst he first settled in.
N ⇴ NONSENSE
You were one of only a few people that Jinwoo didn’t reserve himself around. He was quite worried a lot of the time, and sometimes overshadowed too, but around you that never happened, he was just himself.
O ⇴ OBSESSION
Jinwoo was obsessed with your personality and how well you both got along. It was something that never failed to surprise him as the two of you continued to find new ways how you worked together as a team.
P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS
Being able to just spend time with you were the moments that Jinwoo adored. He loved how he was just Jinwoo around you, especially the Jinwoo that was able to sit with you and just lounge around at home, watching a cheesy movie and eating takeout, doing the things that normal people just got to do.
Q ⇴ QUESTIONS
His mind often wonders about a lot of things, and that’s something that Jinwoo loves to talk to you about. You never quite know what he’s going to say when he suggests that the two of you discuss something.
R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS
When you’re with Jinwoo, you often leave notes around his place so that he doesn’t forget things. Things like plans that you have, or dates that he needs to remember, you’ll scribble down as you know that if you just tell him without giving him a prop to be able to remember it by, he’ll probably forget about it.
S ⇴ SUPPORT
Having your support meant a great deal to Jinwoo, on the days when he worried or began to fret about the job at hand, just a simple text from you would go a long way. You seemed to know somehow when there was a little bit of worry in Jinwoo, just letting him know that you were cheering for him at least.
T ⇴ TRIPS
If there was a place that he enjoyed that he visited with the other members filming various travel documentaries, then Jinwoo would always write a note of their name so that one day he could take you too.
U ⇴ ULTIMATE
He felt beyond lucky to be able to call you his best friend, Jinwoo made sure to never take you for granted.
V ⇴ VISITS
If the two of you hadn’t been able to see each other for quite some time, then Jinwoo would usually make the effort to stop by your place and see how you are, even if he’s only got a few minutes going spare.
W ⇴ WISDOM
He tried his best to put himself in your shoes when you were struggling, gaining insight to help give you plenty of advice.
X ⇴ XXXX
Although the two of you weren’t overly affectionate with each other, you still used affection, and especially hugs, to let one another know just how important you were to each other and how grateful you were.
Y ⇴ YOU
You were his rock, Jinwoo loved just how well you understood him.
Z ⇴ ZZZ
The two of you don’t mind too much crashing at either of your places. Most of the time whoever’s place is closest you’ll both go too as when Jinwoo gets tired especially it doesn’t take long for him to sleep.
