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!!
You guys ever feel like you're having a fling with some franchise? Or exes trope for that matter. Like you used to be fully engaged in the fandom before they no longer your hyperfixation but when you coincidentally came across the posts about it and hit nostalgia lane, you then stop by for a second to relish the remnants and memories. You started to engaged with it back before bouncing again.
━ summary; he saved your life. you repaid him with carbs. now you’re somehow feeding Korea’s most powerful hunter like he’s a stray cat with trauma.
━ notes; please note that i don't read the webtoon and i'm still working through the anime), so please be kind or I will cry. please donate to my Kofi if you like my stuff. reblogs are appreciated!
❋ In the world of Hunters and Gates and Guilds, you’re just a minor healer with teeny-tiny support skills.
❋ So when the dungeon boss begins rampaging, you’re fairly certain that this is it.
❋ Until a portal suddenly cracks open — and out steps Sung Jinwoo himself.
❋ The reaper dressed in black. The man, the myth, the legend with abs. Saviour of your now-screaming raid group.
❋ He kills the boss as if it’s nothing. Doesn’t even look out of breath. Doesn’t say a word either — just glances at your trembling hands before he disappears.
❋ And later . . .
❋ You can’t stop thinking about him. Not in a “simping over the hottest S-rank in Korea” way (though, okay, maybe a little) — but in the “he saved your life and you never got to say thank you” way.
❋ You are a nervous little bean, but you were raised right, and you say thank you, even if the recipient could probably punt you into the next continent.
❋ So, you make a bento.
❋ You stay up all night making it pretty, running on nothing but anxiety and determination.
❋ Tamagoyaki, rice balls with little seaweed faces, chicken karaage, and some sweet dango on the side. You decorate it with love and at least 5 rounds of panic.
❋ You wait awkwardly outside a Guild building until you catch him between appearances. You hold out your bento with shaking hands —
❋ — And promptly faint from anxiety.
❋ Face first.
❋ Jinwoo catches you with one arm and the bento with the other, effortlessly smooth like he catches fainting healers every day.
❋ Jinwoo doesn't say much — just blinks, checks that you’re breathing, and gently takes you to a bench as if you're a fragile parcel of rice. He even fans your face a little with the lid of the bento.
❋ You think that’s the end of it.
❋ You move on with your healing, your stress naps, and your (unhealthy) bubble tea dependency.
❋ But then.
❋ You see him again one day.
❋ Reporters surround him, but you can tell — he looks tired. Eyes sunken. Like he hasn’t had a real meal in days.
❋ You stare.
❋ Then, immediately go home and start cooking.
❋ Somehow, this becomes a thing.
❋ You keep showing up with lunchboxes to feed Korea’s top hunter.
❋ It becomes a routine. Jinwoo doesn’t say much, but he now waits for you. Like a huge, muscular, emotionally constipated cat. Occasionally, you’ll catch his lips twitching up into a smile.
❋ Every time you hand him a box, you nervously tug at your sleeves and watch him as if he’s about to explode. But the food? It's comfort in a box.
❋ Hearty stews and curries. Sausages shaped like octopi. Fluffy white pearls of rice. Silky marinated eggs. Vegetables carved into hearts, stars, flowers.
❋ And dessert.
❋ Always dessert.
❋ Cookies, still warm from the oven. Stacks of pancakes, generously slathered with whipped cream and syrup. Sandwiches stuffed with custard and fruit. Round, fat balls of mochi dusted with icing sugar.
❋ Once, you nervously mention that you “made extra mochi because you thought he seemed tired”. He blinks. He hadn't noticed how drained he looked until you said it.
• 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?
It was getting pretty late. You glance at your phone again to check the time, and sigh as you decided Jinwoo was probably not coming home. The life of a Hunter was like that sometimes. All you could do was hope that he was safe and ok.
Picking yourself up from the couch to put your mug in the sink for tomorrow’s wash and get ready for bed, when you hear the front door open. The only person it could be was Jinwoo, as Jinah was staying over at a friend’s place to study and work on a project, and raced for the door. Your enthusiasm is dampened, however, and smile falters as you take in your boyfriend’s appearance at the door. “What the hell happened to you?”
“I fell in a mud pit.”
You cover your mouth not to laugh directly in Jinwoo’s face, but also cover some of the smell. Not the freshest mud you had to assume; with Gods knew what else was in the pit before Jinwoo was added to it. “Well….take all that off then. I don’t want you tracking all this ick through the house. Luckily the washer is free. Just leave it there and I’ll take care of it.”
Jinwoo obediently pulled off his shoes and the rest of his clothes. His beautiful, sculpted body becoming more & more revealed as he stripped down to his boxers, fortunately spared from the muck. “Go take a shower and I’ll toss these in. Do you want anything to eat after?” He shook his head. Jinwoo seemed tired, but that might just be the long day or just the stress getting to him, so you decided to not push on the last time he ate. “Ok. Get cleaned up and we’ll get ready for bed.”
He made his way through the apartment to the bathroom, and you made quick work of the laundry. After you finished setting up a heavy wash cycle, you heard Jinwoo call your name from the bathroom. “What’s wrong?” You ask when you arrive. Expecting the worst somehow but just finding your boyfriend standing there with the shower running.
“Take a shower with me.”
You blush at Jinwoo’s request. He looked completely serious, yet somehow a little vulnerable as he reached out to pull you further into the bathroom. How could you say no?
Stripping out of your pjs, you wait for Jinwoo to get into the shower first. It was chilly in the bathroom, but you were willing to wait to have the initial layer of filth sluff off Jinwoo’s skin before you joined him. The water was warm as it hit your back, and you let out a little sigh. “It’s not too hot, is it?”
You turn around to face Jinwoo. His eyes fixed on you with a gaze as warm as the shower. Wet hair flopping down on his face. “No. It’s perfect.”
Jinwoo smiled, then leaned forward to give you a kiss. Slow, lazy, a signal on how tired he was, but apparently not that tired. “I missed you.” That was apparent by his erection brushing against your thigh.
You shutter but try to keep coy so Jinwoo didn’t completely have the upper hand. “You were only gone for a day.” You remind him.
He pouted in response with a frown. “Time is different in the dungeons.” You would have to take his word on that.
The Hunter pulled you in for another kiss. Bodies press fully together this time. You moan as your nipples brushed against the hard planes of his chest. Those calloused hands sliding over your body with ease thanks to the water. “Jinwoo…”
“I need you.” He told you when the two of you broke free. That serious yet vulnerable look on his face again.
“Ok.” You told him and pulled him back in. He could have all of you, he only needed to ask.
Kissing again, Jinwoo turned you both around, so you were out of the direct spray and your back was against the shower wall. His hands moved down between your legs to touch you and you moan as one of his fingers slid into you. Easy with the warm water. “Jin…” You whimper as he touched you. Pumping his fingers inside as his thumb brushed against your clit.
You manage to open your eyes and find Jinwoo staring at you. Transfixed. Taking in every express. In recent months he had become more observant like this in a variety of ways, but you never thought you would be the focus of it. Having him look at you that way, as if inside you, made your stomach quake as you held onto him.
“Jinwoo please…” You buck your hips into his hand and Jinwoo needed no further encouragement.
He pulled his hand from you and asked you to lift your leg. The shelf intended for small soaps & shampoo finding a whole new purpose in your shower set up. Jinwoo stepped further into your space and lined his cock up with your entrance. Pressing forward as you moan at being filled inside by him.
It felt amazing. Being close to him again (even if it was just a day). Apparently, however, missing you left Jinwoo with very little patience. Where he would usually slow up to start, he just went in full tilt with his thrusts inside you this time. Not that you were complaining. Your moans and screams echoing off the tile of the bathroom were evidence to that. “Oh God Jinwoo! Don’t stop!”
Your lover gave a low grunt in your ear, then suddenly your legs were up around Jinwoo’s waist with ease as he pounded into you. “Fuck!” You shriek as you cling onto him. When the hell did he get so strong?!
The change in position allowed Jinwoo to fuck deeper inside you. Hard and heavy. You could feel every thrust of his cock through your body. Pure, mind-numbing pleasure.
“Oh! Oh God Jin! So good! I-I’m gonna cum-!”
“Cum for me.” And it was like his words were a new activate command, meant only for you. You cum hard. Your whole body tightening around Jinwoo as you clung to him. Your pussy seizing around his cock as he came inside you.
The two of you hold there for a moment. Jinwoo holding you against the wall with him leaning against you, and you suspended in the air. When he let you down, he did so gently. Your legs were shaky, and you were still in a wet shower. 80% of household accidents happen in the bathroom, and you have to wonder now if great sex might also be the cause.
Jinwoo washed his hair quickly, then turned around to do the same to you. While he rinsed you cleaned the rest of your body to get the sweat and mess off you. Sex wasn’t dirty but it certainly wasn’t the most hygienic activity at times. Freshly showered, Jinwoo turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub. Offering you his hand.
“Do we have any puddings left?”
You turn to look over at Jinwoo as you dried off with your towel. Smirking a little, as he looked more like a little lost puppy now, rather than the beast that just fucked you. “I think so. Why? Are you hungry now?”
Jinwoo nodded and you leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Let me make you something then. You can’t live off pudding and protein bars Jin.”
“But I like pudding.” He insisted, but didn’t argue any further as he went to put on clothes and wait for you to make him something. Just a light snack. You couldn’t send the great Hunter to bed hungry, but he did need to get to bed.
As you watched him eat, cleaning up the crumbs from the counter as he happily munched, you thought it was good to have him home.
Alpha!Jinwoo who just reawakened and now has the constant urge to make sure his Omega!Wife!Reader is always knotted and filled to the brim with his seed
Even before he got the system he already worshipped your body, the constant fatigue he had from missions left him unable to mate with you as often as you both wanted. But with this new power he's now almost always having hot, wet, and messy couplings with you as soon as he gets home.
With your tummy distended from all the cum he pumped into you and his fat knot plugging your pretty pussy, the darker parts of Sung Jinwoo purred as you slept on top of him.
In his own room, the sleeping Yeonjin is watched over by Jinwoo's shadows. Luckily for the small child, his parent's room had been soundproofed, preventing him from hearing how enthusiastically they went about conceiving his future siblings.
However, the same couldn't be said about his father's shadows who were connected to their king. If they were capable of facial expressions one could describe them as utterly mortified.
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.
