CW: A bit of NNN but not much since this is my first time writing about it, breeding kink, breastfeeding/lactation kink, creampie, dirty talk, short smut.
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Watching your shy sweet self breastfeeding his infant Suho made Jinwoo feel such arousal swelling inside. He knew he said he would restrain himself this month for your sake. But you were glowing right now, radiant even, mothering his precious son.
November; Suho's birthday month. By the end of it, he will be 1 year old. A toddler. Jinwoo wanted to wait until after his son's birthday had passed before even attempting to fold. So, seeing you be so gentle with him, gently cradling Suho made Jinwoo's two hearts soar. His resistance crumbled to bits at seeing your breasts out in the open.
Putting your now fed son to sleep in his crib, Jinwoo tended to you himself, embracing you from behind before carrying you with ease. He ensured Beru would watch over Suho should anything happen; his son already adoring the former Ant King.
Laying you on your back on your shared comfy bed, his face already buried in your chest after he helped you out of your soft blouse. "Our little prince should have a little sibling of his own." He murmurs against your swelling breasts, rubbing and kneading them, thumbing your already perked nipples to make them spurt out drops.
"An early birthday present?" You hum as you brush through his hair, tugging on his strands to smush his face in closer, spotting your milk trailing down his chin.
"That ... and Daddy needs some of Mama's milk too~" His eyes glowed violet in response to his growing arousal, peeking up at you with his heavy lidded carnal gaze.
Your whimpers and soft moans fill his ears pleasantly as he suckles and teethed on your already marked mounds, keeping one stuffed in his mouth while his calloused hand pumps your other boob before switching to the other boob to suck from and pumping your now wet mound with his calloused fingers. "Jinwoo~" You can't help but arch your back, pressing right into him, as he gets filled up by your milk. "They're sensitive."
"And delicious~" He heaves against your swollen nub after swallowing more of your milk, licking his lips for you to see. "Mommy milkers indeed." He growls against your swollen nub, lapping it up with his tongue, drawing patterns around your bite marked mound as you mewl and whimper shamelessly. "My leaky little Mama~ Your titty milk is divine."
You gasp out as his scarred hand rips apart your soiled panties beneath your skirt before a dirty lewd moan leaves your lips as he slides right into your fluttering folds, rutting his digits in and out of you, rubbing your gummy walls. His faded burnt marks smothered in your juices makes both of you shiver from lust.
"You love this hand in particular, don't you? You’ve missed having it in this pretty pussy of yours~ Your little cocksleeve." He felt himself getting harder as you rub your hip upwards to meet his hand's ministrations. "I can see restraining ourselves isn't what you want, after all." He gritted through his teeth. You felt his bulge rubbing against your inner thigh through his sweatpants.
His muffled groans vibrate through your mound as he gorges, milk streaming down your chest, making him lap it up with his steamy tongue, trembling from his salivating touch. The gushing squelching sounds of his fingers rubbing into you has you cumming on the sheets, right up to his wrist. Your own restraint snapped. "Oh, fuck me already, Jin!"
His smirk spoke devious intentions as he popped off your breast and his cum covered hand pulled out of you, leaving your hole quivering for release. His shadows aided in slipping off his sweatpants and briefs, his hardened head leaking pre cum, lathering your cum all over his dick, pressing right into you. "Thank you, love."
Rearranging you both into the Full Nelson position, he's pussy whipped for you. Lying on his back with your knees bent and feet flat while your back lies atop, spreading your legs outward instead of pulling them back, letting him slip his arms under and around your thighs to hold them in place. You mewl as his veiny 12-inch length impales you, his own whimpers coming out feeling you suck him in right away.
"Nothing pleases me more than seeing your pussy taking my cock." He whispers lewdly in your ear as the sudden appearance of a mirror on the ceiling has you both witnessing yourselves in such a position as you leak more down his balls. He pecks at your head, hair, neck, shoulder, and especially your ear. "You're gorgeous, angel."
"So are you, handsome." You pant in between mewls as he pounds into you the deepest he can, the gushing sounds of his tapping into you filled the room along with the bed's rocking.
"I wanna see that belly of yours swell up with my next child." Your mewls get smothered by his burning lips as he deeply kisses you over your shoulder. "My sexy wife and her cream filled cunt~!" His veiny shaft rubbing your gummy walls as he spills his seed in you, his nutsack drowning in your cum as you milk all over him and your butts.
"Oh Jinwoo~!" Your mewl gets met with his tongue filled mouth as he keeps tapping you, eyeing your belly bulge with such fervor, he went on to unload into you over and over again for the next hour, ensuring his seed overloads your womb, stuffing all that creamy goodness.
Thank Ashborn Beru was right to soundproof Suho's nursery with shadows so the young Monarch wouldn't be awoken by his liege copulating with his Queen.
By the time Suho's birthday did come around, you're positively glowing. Jinwoo’s scarred hand resting over your belly as you both help Suho blow out his birthday candle, friends and family gathered around to cheer.
"Our gift to you, son." Jinwoo coos to Suho as he gently rests Suho's hand underneath his giant one, right on your belly, where a new bud of life nestles inside.
Gojo Satoru and Sung Jinwoo, just two pussy drunk men vying for your attention. And unfortunately for you, they have the biggest breeding kink.
Which is how you found yourself here, naked and sprawled across your bedsheets, with your legs spread wide open to accommodate their lengths.
You lay sandwiched in between their thick leaking cocks. Gojo's long fingers gripping the fat on your hips as he thrusts himself into you while Jinwoo plays with your sensitive perked nipples from below, his pace matching with Satoru's with each lift of his hips.
The both of them working together in sync, cocks grinding against one another in your greedy little pussy, their thrusts relentless as you try to milk their cocks, all while they compete with one another to be the first to get you to cum.
a/n: this is probably the worst thing I've ever wrote, but I'm tired and sleepy af so enjoy lolololl <3 longer fic coming soon!!
Sung Jin-woo letting one of his shadows join? Only if it’s Igris.
🔞mdni🔞
jinwoo x reader x igris
Warnings: nsfw, expletives, smut, threesome, would this be considered necrophilia? I sincerely hope not, anyways—oral, pnv, dom jin, just absolute filth, creampie—although questionable, throatpie, multiple forced orgasms, first persons pov, links attached for some visuals, i just wanna shoutout this tiktok
Part 2 — ‘the day I found out that Igris has a knot’
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I can’t lie, whenever I watch Igris in action my heart thuds in my chest, hard. It’s just the way he carries himself that makes him seem…so human. But he’s a beast, and he became Jinwoo’s shadow by a split hair.
It’s no secret that they’re both equally as powerful.
Sometimes I let myself fantasize for a while. Let myself think that when he looks at me, he’s feeling the same way. That his heart is slamming into his ribs, just like mine—if he even has one. I can’t help but wonder, what’s under that mask? Or rather,
Who’s under that mask?
Jinwoo catapults across my field of vision, slamming into the wall of the training arena. Igris stalks towards him, sword at his side and cape flowing behind him. I watch his every move, his every strut. He glances over to me, staring down at me with a predatory gaze, checking on me. Well, that’s what I allow myself to believe, only for a second. I know where his loyalty lies.
Regardless, my heart’s about to fly out of my fucking chest.
Within seconds, Jinwoo regains his strength, getting back up to rejoin this… ‘spar’. His aggression is palpable, I can sense it from all the way over here in these four walls tucked behind this safety glass. Only Igris can bring out this side of him—it’s always a fair fight, after all.
Well, almost.
I always look away at this point. It always gets bad for Igris. But for some reason, I can’t today. I watch, eyes fixed to the scene unfolding before me.
Jinwoo slams Igris into the ground, sending a rumble through the earth beneath me. The chair I’m seated in shakes, and I grip the table in front of me. Igris fades into black smoke under Jinwoo’s fist, and his glowing eyes snap up to meet mine, piercing into me with a threatening glare.
Fuck.
My core spasms. Suddenly I’m empty, and yearning for Jinwoo to make it better. He stands and walks through the residual mist that was once Igris, toward me. I swallow hard and reign in the ball of muscle trying to break through my ribcage.
His stare never falters, his eyes are anchored to me. I stand as I urge myself to hold it, to dominate it. But it’s too intimidating—he’s too intimidating. I look down, just for a brief second, showing my submission. And when I look back up…
He’s gone.
I feel a gust of wind and Jinwoo’s voice growls my name behind me, his hot breath misting against my shoulder. I break out into a shiver, and I stumble back into him. He catches me, steadying me with his iron grip on my waist.
“Jin—”
“Igris has taken quite an interest in you.”
He cuts me short with a hint of aggression in his voice. My stomach drops. His fingers wander down my hips, to my thighs—under the hem of my skirt. He presses his lips against the shell of my ear.
“I’m not quite sure if I like that.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” I whisper, obviously unnerved. I feel his hard bulge press into me, and my pussy floods with heat.
“I'm his master.” Jinwoo speaks a little too calmly, subtly tugging my skirt up, little by little. “I know his thoughts, his feelings. He takes a particular liking to your—hah, well, everything.” He yanks my skirt the rest of the way up in one swift, harsh move. “I mean, I do know the feeling.”
What is he even saying? That Igris…feels something for me? I can barely think, much less focus on the words he’s speaking. Not when he’s thumbing at my soaked panty.
“I didn’t know he could feel anything. He’s a shadow.” I say, breathless.
“Yes, he is. But he still has his own…urges. Instincts.” He whispers quietly as he tugs my panties down my hips, letting them drop to my ankles.
“Desires.”
“R-Right.” I gasp and hold my breath in anticipation and my body tenses.
He’s going to bend me over this table and fuck me.
I swear I feel a gush between my legs, and suddenly my face is flush against the wooden table and his feet are kicking apart mine. My panty stretches between my ankles and he snakes his fingers around my throat.
“Igris.” He summons his best shadow in a thick, dark voice, and Igris fabricates from a black mist in front of me, as if he didn’t just disappear. “Isn’t that right?”
I look up from the table, only to be met by a suit of armor and his piercing gaze spearing down through me. Shit. He can see me…like this. With my panties at my ankles, bent over a piece of furniture.
How embarrassing.
I feel Jinwoo fiddle single handedly with the buckle of his belt, and then the button on his pants. His other hand maintains its searing grip on my throat and jaw, forcing me to meet Igris’s quiet gaze. I struggle to breathe and my eyes threaten to leak.
My heart is going to explode.
“See? He didn’t even respond. He has total control over himself.” His voice lowers into a whisper next to my face and I hear his zipper. “He actually wants to fuck you.”
What? He—what? My eyes bulge wider, if it’s even possible, and I feel his cock notch at my slick opening.
So what, he’s forcing him to watch us? To teach him some sick lesson?
Jinwoo must sense my unease, and he loosens his grip on my jaw and my head slumps back down to the table. But I’m still staring into the void of Igris’s eyes. He remains unmoving, eerily still in his stance with his sword sheathed on his back.
“Caalm.” He draws out the word, letting his fingers just barely skate along the length of my spine.
My back arches and I roll onto the tips of my toes to present my pussy to him. Pathetic. I almost hate how wet and ripe I am for him. He hasn’t even looked me in the eye yet.
“We’re not doing anything you don’t want.” Jin-woo’s hand trails up to grip my throat once more, and he hunches over me until his lips are next to my ear again.
“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
Jin-woo breaches me with exigency, in one hard thrust of his hips. I let out a whimper and try to stay on my toes as I frantically adjust to his thick cock inside me.
“I see the way you look at him.” He growls as he presses a harsh kiss onto my jaw.
He knows. And he’s teaching me a lesson, too.
“I…I don’t.” I can’t find my voice to tell my lie, especially when I’m doing it now—staring at Igris while his master is inside me.
Jin-woo lets out a low, wicked chuckle, and his hand tightens on my throat. Igris moves just a millimeter, as if he were about to let himself react to his master's slender fingers wrapped around my neck.
But he holds himself firm, head ever so slightly tilted down as he takes in the sight beneath him. The sight of my quivering, glossy eyes peering up at him, and my flushed, swollen lips glistening with a layer of spit.
“Careful, Igris.” Jinwoo warns his subordinate. “We’re not in the arena anymore. You might hurt her if you retaliate here.” He unleashes me from his grip, allowing me to take an unobstructed breath.
“He’s not a fan of my hand around your throat.” Jin-woo whispers into my ear, and pulls out of me suddenly, leaving me empty and aching.
“I won’t hurt her. She’s mine, remember?” Jinwoo speaks nonchalantly, as if he were stating a fact. Reassuring Igris, yet at the same time reminding him that I’m his. I can sense Igris tense—he feels like a ball of kinetic energy, ready to burst.
Jinwoo’s cock prods at me again, and I ready myself for the impact of his thrust. I know it’s going to be brutal. He slams into me with a ruthless smack, making the table beneath me topple onto two legs. My fingers grip onto its corners as I bite my cheek to stifle the moan threatening to rip from my throat.
“Mine to fuck.” Jin-woo growls, and there’s a possessive tone to his voice. He wraps my hair around his fist and yanks my head back. Now I’m forced to stare directly at him. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
That damn question again. He wants me to say it to his face. To make it clear that he owns me and my pussy.
“Yes.” I just barely whisper and feel him ram into me again. “Fuck!”
Igris takes a step toward me, his stare trained down on me. He’s so close to me now, and I’m eye level with his armored crotch. Blood rushes to my face and Jinwoo hisses behind me.
“Soon.” Jinwoo snaps, using the grip he has on my hair to hold me firm as he immediately sets a relentless pace, fucking into me with a vengeance.
“Soon? W-what’s ha-ppening soon?” My voice bounces from his incessant thrusts, and I’m so fucking overwhelmed.
“Igris wants his turn.” Jinwoo growls.
His…turn?
My heart lunges out my chest, and I’m pushed closer towards the edge. The image of Igris actually fucking me is almost too much to handle. If he were to fuck me…oh god. I’m going to cum from just the thought.
“Jinwoo, wait. I—” I moan softly as my legs tremble and my pussy grips his cock. Fuck, I’m going to come already. And Igris is going to watch it happen. “Please, s-slower—or, or, I’m going to—haah—gonna!”
“Yeah? Already?” He huffs, letting his hips snap into me repeatedly, fucking me like he’s angry with me. “Just from the mere thought of my shadow fucking your needy little pussy?”
“N-No!” I deny the truth through a tiny, pathetic cry, fixating on the sight directly in front of me.
The armor guarding Igris’s most prized possession looks tight.
“Show her your face.” Jin-woo orders quickly, huffing and puffing as he ruts into me.
Igris obeys, taking off his helmet and letting it fall to the ground with a clank. I crane my neck to look up at him and I’m met with glowing red eyes.
Hungry, scarred, red eyes, staring down at me like he wants to wreck me.
His hair flows down past his shoulders, a stark white with silver highlights. Christ, he’s more gorgeous than I ever imagined.
And I'm coming…to his face.
“Fu-uck.” I whine shakily and watch Igris’s eyes widen and his angular jaw tense.
“Oh fuck, she’s cumming on my cock, Igris.” Jinwoo grunts and fucks me through every spasm that ripples through me. I writhe and squirm underneath his grip and my eyes fill to the brim with hot tears. “Don’t you wanna feel that?”
Igris’s gaze snaps to Jinwoo’s, and the answer to that question is written all over his beautiful face.
“Shadow exchange.” Jinwoo growls under his breath.
Within moments, Igris fades to black and before me stands the menace himself—the shadow monarch—huge cock in hand with his ominous, glowing eyes shooting freshly sharpened daggers into me.
Then I feel it. A delicious stretch. My still throbbing cunt desperately tries to adjust to Igris’s fat cock. He’s inside me. He’s really fucking inside me. Fuck, it’s so thick and big that I could cry. I really might fucking cry.
I let out a wobbly whimper and force myself to keep still, if I move I think I’ll split open. All I can do is peer up into the luminous eyes that look back down at me with contempt, as I beg him to do something.
“Oh my god. J-Jin. Jinwoo.” I chitter through my teeth and my tears of disbelief finally stain my cheeks. “Jin-woo, he’s really i-inside me.”
“Impressive, mm?” He grunts, breathing heavily. He cups my chin, pads of his fingers sinking into my damp cheeks. He tsks, and a slight smirk tugs at his lips. “I want to be inside you too, darling.”
Jinwoo drives his thumb and pointer finger into my jaw bone, forcing my mouth open. He gives himself a few sloppy strokes before swiping his swollen tip on my lips as if it were lipstick, coating them in my own cum.
“Tongue.” He demands through a breathless groan, and my tongue instinctively darts out, tasting myself on him.
I’m sweet.
“That’s my good girl.” Jin-woo grins, his thumb rubbing my cheek tenderly like some sort of twisted praise.
His attention turns to his second in command, and he takes in the sight of him mounted to me. His cock twitches against my tongue, and my mouth reflexively closes around his mushroomy head.
“Hnng—she’s incredible, isn’t she?” Jinwoo sounds so smug, and for the first time, I hear Igris grunt. “Fuck her good, Igris.”
The force of his first thrust litters my vision with stars, and it pushes me further down onto Jinwoo’s cock all at once. Jinwoo takes an intentional breath to stifle a groan and begins balling my hair into his fist.
My clit definitely has its own fucking heartbeat.
Igris begins thrusting in and out of me like a starved man, shoving himself as deep as my tiny body will allow him. His movements are incessant, laced with desperation. Like he’s been waiting—wanting to do this for a long, long time. He’s fucking into me like he’s never fucked a pussy in his life and the thought of that likely being the truth is making this even hotter.
“Shit, I don’t even need to fuck your throat.” Jinwoo huffs with a smile and stands still, proving his point. “He’s fucking you so hard that your throat is riding my cock.”
Tears stream down my face and my head feels like it’s full of cotton. Am I even breathing? I test it out and hear a gurgling noise that I can only assume came from me. Jinwoo pulls out of me, holding my head in the air and I hear myself heave a loud breath.
“Don’t pass out on us, sweetheart.” Jinwoo’s dark voice echoes and I feel him tap my cheek a few times with his cock. “Come on, you can take us both. Right?”
He slowly sinks his cock down my throat again, inch by inch. I gag and my eyes water, because while he’s doing that, Igris is ramming him into the back of my throat repeatedly.
It’s all too much.
I shake my head and tap Jin’s thigh, and he yanks out of me and I gasp for air. He strokes himself fast, with his hips thrusted into the air and his core flexed. He groans low and long, watching me. Watching us.
“Make her cum.” He speaks quickly, stroking himself harder. Igris pounds into me at a frightening rate and I feel the coil in my core suddenly snap. I let out a filthy moan, loud and languid, from the back of my fucked out throat. “She’s gonna come, Igris.”
I am. I fucking am.
“I’m—I’m cummi—”
Jinwoo stuffs his cock back down my throat with an urgency, hunching over me and fucking my throat like it’s a pussy. His hand snakes down my belly, and his finger barely swipes my pulsing clit. His ghost touch sends me over the edge and I cum so. fucking. hard. My pussy throbs so bad that Igris groans like a dying man and ruts me harder.
“Oh fuck, baby. Yes.” Jinwoo moans, giving me one brutal thrust before emptying himself down my throat.
He grunts from the bottom of his stomach and he holds me for what feels like an eternity on his pulsating cock before tugging me off of him. I cough and sputter, swallowing between sorry attempts at taking a breath.
“Granted.” Jinwoo catches his own breath, and I can’t even speak to ask him what he’s allowing Igris to do to me now. He leans down, caressing my face and brushing my sweaty hair away from my pleading eyes. He plants a tender kiss on my ear and as he pulls away he whispers to me.
“Igris wants permission to breed you. That’s okay, right darling?”
Jin-woo takes a step back and I call for him with my hoarse voice. But he only grins and uses his stealth to fade into thin air, seemingly leaving me alone with the knight commander Igris—the blood red. I feel his metal arm wrap over my chest and his hand grip my shoulder to gain purchase.
“I-Igris.” I nervously and directly acknowledge him for the first time in this entire interaction. “Ple-ase…”
He growls and pulls me off the table and into his hard exterior. My toes cramp from trying to stay on my feet but he’s way too big and I feel myself lifting off the ground. He wraps his other hand around my waist and supports me with ease, fucking me mid-air. I claw at his armour and my legs kick and cross but I’m trapped in his undying grasp.
“Holy shit…Igris!” I cry out, frantic. “Hold on!”
Igris’s rhythm goes sloppy, and he’s trying to force as much of himself inside me as he possibly can. He’s trying to kill me, not breed me. A high pitched squeal splits my quivering lips and I kick a little harder—entirely too overwhelmed and overstimulated.
“T-Too deep! You’re too deep!” My tears stream down my cheeks yet my pummeled pussy weeps for more.
“You’re okay, my princess.” Igris’s deep voice hurls me into my third orgasm and I go limp in his grip, completely dissolving into the pleasure of his cock filling every possible part of me.
He cums with a gruff shout, tightening his arms around me as he stays inside me, stuffing me with cum until I’m queasy.
My vision splits and fades to black and his grip on me fades with it. I hear a hushed sound and feel myself falling. I’m about to slam into the floor. I brace for impact in my fizzled brain yet I don’t feel the hard, cold tile. Rather, a warmth envelopes me, cradling me as I blubber and fail to set any breathing pattern, much less a steady one.
“Shh-shh. Breathe. You did so well, baby.” It’s Jinwoo’s voice, cooing at me, and he holds me close to his warm chest. “You were such a good girl for us.”
• His embrace was a sanctuary, his smile a promise—but beneath the warmth of his touch was a darkness I couldn't escape.
• Yandere Sung Jinwoo x A-rank Healer Reader
• Manipulation, isolation, just regular yandere stuff
The stench of blood and the icy chill of death were nothing new to you. As an A-rank healer, dungeons were a second home, their twisted corridors and lurking monsters a familiar threat. But even amidst the chaos, there was always one constant—a shadow who stood between you and the darkness.
Sung Jinwoo
When you first met him, he was an E-rank hunter, weak and often looked down upon. But even then, his determination was a fire that never wavered. And you—an A-rank blessed with powerful healing abilities—had chosen to stay by his side, protecting him, mending his wounds, and watching his back.
"You don't have to stay with me, you know." he had once told you, a faint smile on his lips as he wiped blood from his cheek. "I'm just an E-rank."
"I stay because I want to." you had replied, meeting his gaze. "Not because of your rank."
Back then, his dark eyes had softened. You never imagined how that gaze would one day change.
When Jinwoo awakened as an S-rank, everything changed.
The world watched him with awe, hunters either feared him or admired him, and monsters cowered before him. You watched with a mix of pride and something else—a cold, uneasy feeling whenever his intense gaze settled on you.
He was different now. Stronger. More ruthless. But to you, he was still Jinwoo. Your Jinwoo.
Or so you thought.
"You don't need to go on raids anymore. I'll handle everything."
You frowned, sitting across from him in his grand office, the view of Seoul's skyline stretching behind him. "Jinwoo, I'm a healer. Healing is what I do."
"I don't want you getting hurt." His voice was calm, but his eyes… those dark, abyssal eyes were fixed on you, intense and unwavering. "Please, trust me."
You did trust him. Or you wanted to.
But the isolation began. He stopped letting you join his guild on raids. Whenever you tried to visit the Hunter's Association, his shadows were there, watching you, gently guiding you back home. Even your fellow hunters noticed.
"Hey, ___, did you quit? We never see you around anymore."
"No, it's just…" You didn't have an answer.
Jinwoo was always so gentle with you, always smiling, always caring. But his care felt like chains, his love like a gilded cage.
And then there were the gifts. Lavish jewellery, luxurious clothes, a high-rise apartment far from the city's chaos—all from Jinwoo.
"You deserve the best," he would say, brushing his fingers against your cheek. "I want you to be safe. To be mine."
It was that possessive tone, that slight edge to his smile, that made your heart race with something other than love.
But you stayed. Because he was Jinwoo. Because you had always been by his side.
Because… you loved him.
Or was it because he wouldn't let you go?
Every time you tried to talk to other hunters, they would suddenly lose interest. Your calls would go unanswered. Even your family seemed distant, their messages few and far between.
And sometimes you feel even from your shadows that he is always there.
"Jinwoo, are you… are you keeping people away from me?" you finally confronted him one night, your voice trembling.
He looked at you, his gaze unreadable. Then he smiled, a gentle, loving smile that sent a shiver down your spine.
"Why would I ever do that?" he whispered, stepping closer, his fingers curling around a lock of your hair. "I'm just protecting you. That's all I ever wanted."
You wanted to believe him. But as the days turned into weeks, your world grew smaller, until all that remained was the darkness of his shadow… and the warmth of his embrace.
And through it all, you couldn't help but wonder…
Was this love?
Or a beautiful, dangerous trap you could never escape?
Imagine Jinwoo just hanging out with you post system obtainment. He's catching up with a friend, sharing stories and exchanging lighthearted jokes when suddenly a quest pops up and it's something along the lines of:
[Quest: Romance capture target {name}
Progress: lvl.1 acquaintances]
He flinches, choking when he sees the random quest. He reels from the shock, breaking his usual nonchalant demeanor after rising from the ground and suddenly becoming a S-rank hunter for once. Though he knows the system can give questionable/eccentric quests at times, it's never gotten this ridiculous before.
He stares at the pop up quest with wonder, speechless when he sees the tantalizing rewards promised to him as well. Shifting his gaze from the screen to you, screen to you, screen to you, back and forth, again and again, his cheeks turns the slightest bit red at the thought.
It wasn't that he didn't like you—no—the heavens know much of his admiration when it came to you. It's just that because he was busy providing for his family at the time, he pushed these feelings at the back of his mind and refused to make a move while he was still unstable. Now with the quest unlocking the feelings he kept buried deep within, his mind is a mess and he's rendered confused about what to do.
You froze. The voice came from behind the office door—firm, cold, and far too close to your worst fear.
You had come to pick Jinwoo up. You were tired after a dungeon run and just wanted to go home, curl into his arms, and let the day melt away. But as your hand reached for the doorknob, you heard the words that made your blood run cold.
“She’s not fit to stand beside you, Sung Jinwoo. She’s not enough.”
Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. You stood there, motionless, the voices inside the Korean Hunters Association office cutting through you like a blade. You knew they were talking about you. They never liked you to begin with. You were a strong A-rank hunter, the second most powerful female hunter in Korea—but you weren’t Cha Hae-In. And worse… they knew your secret.
You stepped away, footsteps silent as you retreated.
Later that night, Jinwoo lay behind you, his arm draped over your waist, his warmth pressing against your back. His lips ghosted over your shoulder in lazy, affectionate kisses.
“You’ve been quiet,” he murmured into your skin. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, baby?”
You sighed, holding his hand where it rested on your stomach.
“It’s not important. Focus on what matters right now.”
“You are what matters to me,” he whispered, burying himself further into the crook of your neck. “If something’s wrong, talk to me.”
You turned slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. “Have you met Hunter Cha Hae-In?”
He blinked, brushing your hair behind your ear with the gentlest touch.
“I’ve seen her. Once or twice. Why?”
“She’s beautiful. Strong. The directors talk about her a lot.” Your voice was quieter now. “I heard they’re looking for someone to pair her with.”
“I’ve heard the rumors too.”
His expression stiffened. You nodded, then turned your back to him again, pretending to fall asleep. He could feel your distress, but you weren’t ready to say it yet. You weren’t ready to let him go either.
You stared at the wall in silence, wishing time would stop—wishing this moment could stay a little longer before everything shattered.
“Hunter Sung, this is an important discussion. Please try to see reason—”
“I’m done listening.”
Jinwoo stood from the conference table, his voice laced with suppressed fury. His shadow flickered unnaturally beneath his feet.
“This is the third time this week you’ve told me to leave her. What makes you think my answer will change?”
“Because it’s not about love, Hunter Sung. It’s about responsibility. You have power no one else can even fathom. You need someone by your side who matches that. Someone who can create the next generation of protectors.”
Jinwoo’s aura exploded in the room. The lights flickered as shadows stretched unnaturally across the walls. Everyone went silent.
“Don’t speak to me about responsibilities when you’re the ones trying to manipulate my life like it’s a political chess game.”
He turned, grabbing the doorknob.
“I said no. And I mean it.”
That evening, he came home late. You were waiting for him at the door.
He didn’t speak at first. He just pulled you into his arms and kissed you—desperate, almost like he was trying to remind himself that you were still here, still his.
“I’m sorry I’m late… Did you eat anything yet?”
“No. I waited for you.”
His embrace felt like home—safe, familiar, everything you ever wanted. And that made it hurt even more… because while he held on like nothing was changing, you already knew everything was about to end.
The next day, you were called in.
A private meeting. One of the directors. You had a feeling you knew what it was about—but you still went.
You met at a discreet coffee shop, far from headquarters.
“Please, take a seat.”
You sat, heart hammering.
“What I’m about to say is in the best interest of everyone. Please understand this is bigger than you—or even Hunter Sung.”
You said nothing, your silence permission enough.
“Hunter Sung has a duty. He’s more than a person now—he’s a symbol. He needs someone equal to him. Someone who can support the next era of hunters. That person is not you.”
You stared blankly ahead, fists clenched beneath the table.
“You are infertile. You cannot bear a child. That already makes you incompatible. Hunter Cha is not only an S-rank—she’s a woman who can give him an heir. Someone who will inherit his strength. You… cannot.”
It felt like someone had taken a knife to your lungs.
“Break up with him. This week. That’s not a request. It’s an expectation. The safety of the world depends on it.”
And just like that, he stood and left you there—gutted.
‘We need to talk. I need you to come home right now.’ You texted him, heart pounding with the weight of what you were about to say.
You sat on the couch, arms wrapped around yourself, eyes locked on the packed suitcase by the door. You had already decided.
Jinwoo arrived, dropping his keys on the counter. He saw the bag. Then he saw your face.
“Baby… what’s wrong? You’re not okay, are you?”
He rushed to you, kneeling in front of the couch, cupping your face.
You didn’t kiss him back.
“I’ve heard everything, Jinwoo.”
His shoulders stiffened. His expression shifted from confusion to dread.
“No. Don’t say it.”
“Please…” you whispered. “Understand that this is for the best.”
“No.” He stood, pacing. “If you’re asking me to break up, I won’t. I love you, Y/N. I’ve fought everything to be with you. I won’t stop now.”
“I can’t give you what they want, Jinwoo.” Your voice cracked. “I can’t give you a future. I can’t give you a child.”
“We’ll adopt.” He was desperate now. “We’ll find a way. It doesn’t matter—”
“It does.” You stood, holding his hands. “They want a legacy. Someone who’ll inherit your strength. That can’t be me.”
“Then let them want! I only want you…” His voice broke, raw and ragged. “I don’t care about legacies. I care about you.”
“But I care about you enough to let you go.”
His grip on your hands tightened like he was trying to keep you from slipping away.
“Please,” he said, his voice shaking. “Don’t do this. Don’t choose them over me.”
“It’s not about choosing. It’s about doing what’s right.”
He turned away, trembling, swallowing back tears. “You were the only thing in this world that made me feel human again.”
“And you were the only thing that made me feel loved.” Your voice cracked as you stepped closer.
“The world needs you, Jinwoo. I’m not the one you’re meant to be with.” You kissed his forehead one last time, a trembling, silent goodbye.
“Goodbye, Jinwoo.”
You opened the door, not daring to look back—because if you did, you knew you wouldn’t have the strength to walk away.
“Was my love not enough?” His voice cracked behind you, barely audible. “Wasn’t it enough for you?”
You paused at the threshold.
“It was more than enough. That’s why it hurts.”
And then the door closed.
And he collapsed to his knees.
You didn’t look back as the door clicked shut behind you. Outside, the air was colder than it should’ve been. Maybe because you left everything warm behind. Maybe because you left your heart on the floor next to him.
Inside, Jinwoo remained still, his knees digging into the floor, your scent lingering like a ghost. His fists trembled as he stared at the door, hoping—praying—you’d come back. But the silence answered him louder than any goodbye ever could.
He let out a broken laugh through the tears.
“You said it was for the world,” he whispered to no one. “But you were my world.”
Jinwoo agree's to take care of you, so just let him.
Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Hunter!reader
Tags - Smut, porn with plot? mentions of preganancy/preganancy sex, Jinwoo definitely has a breeding kink, breast play, nipple licking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, p in v sex, mentions of premature ejaculation, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, manipulation, mentions of swallowing/blowjob/facial
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“Jin-Jinwoo, wait.”
There was no way you were thinking of backing out. There couldn’t be, Jinwoo handled you as delicately as possible when laying you down on the freshly made bed, you couldn't be backing out now.
“What’s wrong?” He said, practically on top of you already.
“Uh…” He couldn’t see your expression from the darkness of the purposely drawn curtains. “Well, I want to ask you something, before we…”
His cock throbbed in his pants, aching and twitching to escape, eagerly sitting to put forward its usefulness. Even so, he sucked in his breath and played with the hem of your shirt.
“Of course.”
“Well… why were you spying on me and Hae-In earlier today?”
Crap.
“You noticed me, huh?” Jinwoo played it off as something less creepy than how it left your lips. He just chuckled it away. “Your perception is higher than I thought… I wasn’t spying, I came around that way and Hae-In looked sad. I kinda panicked and disappeared in hopes you wouldn’t see when you looked over. But I guess you saw me anyway… but the reason I left the boardroom so close after you was because-”
He stopped himself and waited for you to take the bait. “Because what, Jinwoo?”
The weight on the bed shifted, his body still over yours and he could tell you were propped up onto your elbows to get a better look in the dark.
Should he tell you now? Tell you how his love for you grew from one pinnacle moment when before he never had much to do with you? Jinwoo could tell by the tone of your voice that if he came clean wholeheartedly, you would be sure to bolt. And it would take ages to claim you back and reel you in again without the association’s help.
If he came clean, you could make things difficult or try your hardest to pull from the programme all together. That would prove difficult, but the stress alone wouldn’t be adequate for getting you pregnant.
He had to get you pregnant.
“Well,” he didn’t remove his position from over you, but pulled away a fraction to make it look like he did. “I uh…. I’ve had feelings for you ever since we met and- well, I just- I mean, I wanted to reassure you that this was just sex… if you didn’t feel anything like that.”
You were speechless for what felt like an hour, but in reality, it was merely a few seconds. “You… you do? But- but what about Hae-In? She really likes you, like really likes you- if she found out that you…”
And then the news hit you, like Jinwoo’s lips did. Slowly, but with supportive tendencies to keep your confidence in check. “You- you feel that way about me?”
“I do, but I never said anything because I thought you and Jong-In were-”
“We're not together, we’re just good friends. I know he doesn’t feel that way about me. To be honest, I was happy for him because I think he has a thing for Hae-In. But she has the biggest crush on you. Oh my god this is so confusing-”
Jinwoo kissed you again, and this time he lingered his lips on yours as a sign of his own affection. “Don’t overthink it, we’re adults here. We can talk about that stuff later. But I promised that I’d look after you, right?”
“Fuck- this is so wrong.” Now you were breathlessly whispering to him. Did you want him to fuck you mercilessly for as long as you were conscious? That could be a tantalising end result.
“Maybe, but it’s just sex. No boundaries crossed.” Yet.
While it stung to hear that spill from his own lips any time he said it, the term ‘it’s just sex’ only settled you into a more textured depth of security he assumed you needed. Because eventually, it wouldn’t just be sex. Jinwoo worked so hard to level up, he could wait a little while longer before edging himself in hearing you say I love you back,
Though for now, he wanted to lap up the warmth of your breath tickling his lips, bite them and suck until your bottom lip turned purple, swollen and sore. To fondle and pinch your breasts and leave the most stunning love bites so broken on the surface, the blood vessels never calmed down.
Like marking you permanently.
But Jinwoo was a patient man, a calm being to wait out the storm for the fresh rain smell and wet grass under his feet before the main event of sitting out for the rainbow. The longer he waited, though despite his darker side never wanting to, Jinwoo could get a fantastic view of that pretty rainbow and ensure that one never faded.
Your chest rose and fell, you never said anything in the lingering pause. But, you pulled him in first before Jinwoo could get close to you himself. It set his senses alight when your fingers slid up the back of his neck and through his hair, tugging at it with little pinches.
You’d definitely done this before.
Jinwoo wrapped his arm around you, lifting you up a fraction just so your back arched and your legs spread wider for him. Fuck, he wanted to see you like this with the lights on, take note of the fucked out gaze you were going to have when he was through with you and keep it in his mind for eternity.
When Jinwoo’s hips pressed tight against yours, that little sensual gasp sent him over the edge, driving him to run his free hand up your shirt with his fingertips. Each touch, every inch, all spaces he’d never touched until now.
A space that Jong-In had never touched, and wouldn’t ever touch for as long as Jinwoo was alive. So soft, velvety and as supple as he fantasied over, tickling dainty drags over your rib cage and up to your bra.
His thoughtful caresses did not go unnoticed, not at all. Before Jinwoo could fiddle with your shirt or think of unclasping your bra, you slipped your shirt off yourself and tossed it on the floor before kissing him again, even slipping your tongue inside.
Maybe getting you on side would be easier than Jinwoo initially thought. Either that or you were getting far more into character than needed.
Either way, you were getting it tonight. And you were getting it good.
An example? When he ground his cock against you, you moaned, right into his mouth.
When Jinwoo removed his lips from yours to which you tried chasing back, he left them for your nipple, he exposed it with his long fingers so that your breast spilled out and made you writhe. He kneaded the plush of it, squeezing it in his fingers so that it bulged between them and ramped up the sensitivity. He flicked his tongue delicately over your nipple so that pussy he was grinding on had no choice but to gush before he even got a chance to slide a finger or two into.
After he ground against you again for another second, you bucked your hip as indecently as you could with your back arched the way it was. Your grip on his shoulders spurred him on to do more, to take your nipple right into his mouth and make a seal around his lips.
He could imagine your tits already swollen and full before this future hypothetical baby was even a possibility. Those hormones making you horny just for a quick fuck and tumble in the covers and that meant the many times you’d be on top, grinding yourself on Jinwoo’s cock and milk it for everything you possibly had.
The filthy thought of filling you up with his come made his cock weep, he took the forward thinking notion under the cover of darkness and undone the zipper of his pants. Gently so as to not startle you, but if his cock went any longer without attention and breathing room, he’d burst before he could shoot it inside you.
Unless it was in your mouth or face, Jinwoo wasn’t wasting a drop.
“J-Jinwoo…” You were so breathless.
“Mhm?” He never unlatched his mouth.
“I- I… give me more. Please. Please.”
Already begging for me? A good example of how he was going to train you.
With time, he’d programme you to only enjoy his cock.
His fingers, his huge loads.
His encouraging words.
And his tendency to push boundaries until you couldn’t stand anymore.
In the end, he would mold you to his expectations and nothing less.
And if anyone got in the way of that? Simple. They’d cease to exist anymore. Because this aura you gave to him was too intoxicating to kick the habit.
“You want more?” He said, leaving a wet from his lips over your skin that would have glistened beautifully had you allowed the moonlight in from the window.
“Yes.”
“If you need to stop, tell me.” Later down the line, that wasn’t an option, but he’d give you that stop valve for now.
All in the name of gaining trust, though when push came to shove and if Jinwoo had his way, you wouldn’t dare question his actions in the slightest when he was done with you.
His cock was already out, twitching in his free hand with a quick jerk while sitting up and back on his knees so he could paw and tug off your clothes and remove the barrier between you and him. When you were eventually pregnant, there was no need for underwear and pants like this. Jinwoo wanted you in those cute summer dresses that drove him insane, easy flowing and perfect for fucking you in, right over that kitchen counter for comfort and convenience.
No silly bras either.
If Jinwoo had it his way, what he obsessed over whilst testing the waters with his finger slipping inside your pussy, he’d ensure whenever you were in this apartment, you were full of his bodily fluids until they dripped out and trickled down your thighs.
One finger turned into two, then three. You took three of his thick fingers and whined, clenching your legs despite him keeping them open with his knees.
“Is that more you were thinking of? Or is this just a necessary step to that part?”
“I… I want more, I want you to fuck me, Jinwoo.” It must have been a long time since your last assisted orgasm that wasn’t ran on batteries if you were trembling like this and you hadn’t even come yet.
Though Jinwoo refused to think of who else you had slept with. He’d ask, but later down the line. But what did interest him was your quick turn around of doing the right thing for Hae-In, quite the change to his liking.
Guess he already had a hold on you.
“There’s that attitude I was looking for.” He chuckled and played with your clit by the pad of his calloused thumb. “I can definitely do that, are you ready for me?”
A little forward, but it slipped so easily from his lips and you responded so beautifully. “Yes. I’m ready- just fuck me already. Please.”
“Then stop holding back and come on my hand before I do that. It has to be really hard to hold it in.”
Your legs trembled beside him like your breaths had dramatically decreased in depth, like a shallow winded gasp. Jinwoo had eternity to figure out your body, yet you were an open book to him just like that. He knew you were close and by the way you grasped his wrist, the same wrist his fingers were attached to currently deep inside you, he could tell you were about to come.
“Come for me.”
“Fuck.”
You became rigid, legs shaking and convulsing by his knees with a held breath. Jinwoo waited for that breath to escape and continued to fuck you with his fingers, the only sound of the wet squelching from the gushing of your pussy all over him. And then you let that breath go, fuck he was so hard and he never waited for you to gather your thoughts before lining his cock up.
For all the time he touched himself and masturbated any chance he had after seeing you train or command a room with the likes of the other S-Ranks, he never thought he’d have you like this under him, at least not this soon.
He was never letting you go, not when your pulsing pussy sucked him in this good.
“Damn.” This next year, and all the others after this were truly going to be fantastic.
But at this rate, Jinwoo would come too quickly. Though in this state, would you really care? Probably not, but the man had a reputation to uphold. One that never involved premature ejaculation.
So he bit his lip and moved his hips, jerking closer than he realised when your legs wrapped around hip and yanked him towards you.
You absolutely filthy girl.
Maybe it wouldn’t matter if he came inside you right now, bucking his hips with no protection under the promise of knocking you up turned him on more than anything ever had. Then, he’d not only have your body, but that permanent ownership over you, a hidden agenda disguised as hard work for the association.
A baby. He’d fuck a baby into you and watch you become his for good.
His.
His.
Jinwoo laid down as close as he could to you, nipping at your bottom lip and sucking it, masking his own groans under your helpless ones.
“J-Jinwoo- I’m close-”
“Me too-”
Just to give you something else on your plate to think about so that it didn’t add insult to injury of his quick and incoming orgasm, he held you again so that your back arched more than before, he ran his tongue up your neck and grazed his teeth over the skin. Jinwoo held onto the headboard and fucked you with everything he had.
Who cared if he came quickly, he was coming inside you.
And when you were most vocal, coming around his cock, he quite graciously emptied his cock inside you, shooting his come where it belonged. Deep inside your pussy. He rode that orgasm out with every cell in his body until he was certain that there was nothing left in his balls to give you.
Though he never pulled out. The first load of many.
Now you had to follow the association's tips and lay there for a moment so that none of it leaked out. Jinwoo’s cock being the most useful tool in securing two pink lines on that pregnancy test.
He doubted it would take long to get you pregnant, but maybe a few more times to be sure.
Having the weight of the association’s future on his shoulders, Jinwoo gladly accepted the stress relief.
Part 2 <- Part 3 -> Part 4
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sung jinwoo x healer!reader (jealous / protective hcs)
Jinwoo? Jealous? Oh, Absolutely.
spicy jinwoo hcs here
He doesn’t like to admit it, but his patience wears thin the second another guy gets too close to you.
He won’t say anything at first, just watches—his jaw clenched, his fingers tapping against his arm like he’s holding himself back.
The moment someone tries to touch you (even if it's just a casual shoulder pat), he materializes behind you, shadow looming over the guy. No words. Just a stare.
“Are they bothering you?” His tone is calm—too calm. The person backs off immediately.
If someone flirts with you, Jinwoo’s first instinct is to pull you to his side—hand firm on your waist—and stare them down like they just signed their own death sentence.
Doesn’t yell, doesn’t argue—he just makes it very clear that you’re his. And if they don’t get the message? Well… they disappear. No one knows where they went.
How He Reacts After
Pulls you into his arms later, pressing his forehead against yours, muttering something under his breath. You only catch a bit of it. “…They don’t get to look at you like that.”
He’s more touchy after someone flirts with you. Not obvious—just small things. A hand on your lower back, his thumb brushing over your wrist, standing closer than usual.
If you laugh at another guy’s joke, he gives a sharp exhale through his nose, then suddenly pulls you into a mission—one where it’s just the two of you. (Coincidence? Absolutely not.)
Cups your face and makes you look at him. “You don’t need anyone else, right?” His voice is quiet, but there’s a hint of something darker underneath.
You tease him about being jealous? Oh. Now he’s really gonna show you who you belong to. (Expect him to suddenly “train” you in close combat. Very close.)
Some jealousy induced habits
Pulls you onto his lap when you’re healing him, even when he doesn’t need it. Just an excuse to keep you close.
Doesn’t let you heal other guys if he can help it. “They can deal with it.” (Meanwhile, he lets you baby him over the tiniest cut. Double standards? Yes.)
His shadows? Also jealous. Beru hisses at anyone who stares at you too long. Igris casually steps between you and other men like a protective older brother.
If someone makes you flustered, Jinwoo is suddenly very smug—he’ll tease you for it, but only when he’s the cause.
