The apothecary diaries made me realize something very interesting about how women perceive power...
I can't be the only one who noticed that in stories written by women power is often compared to a prison or a cage meanwhile in the ones written by men it's mostly fun and freedom.
It is that women tend to see power as more of an responsibility and men think of it as the ability to do whatever they want?
The apothecary diaries made me think of it first. I discovered with surprise that I actually like the emperor, which I almost never do. Any guy that has relationship with more than one woman at once tends to disgust me, especially if he's in a position of power but for some reason not him.
Because the emperor is as much a prisoner as the 2000 women in the rear palace. Maybe even more because as long as he doesn't touch them, they're allowed to leave.
Like on one hand, he's the most powerful man in the empire. He calls the shots, right?
But on the other hand, he can't even properly protect Lishu from being sold to some pedofile by her father. The only way he could protect her was to make her his concubine and how f*cked up is that? She's like a daughter to him and the only way he could protect her was by marrying her? And then he couldn't even spend time with her anymore because that would be read wrong.
It's the fact that 3 of his children died because there was no proper medic to save them due to the fact that they don't allow non eunuchs to treat them and forbid women practicing medicine... when he doesn't even care about that. He hasn't blinked once at Maomao running around the inner palace and being a doctor.
At first when I was watching the story I thought of how horrible it was that he didn't even visit Lady Lihua after their son died. But then it made me think of how he's literally not allowed to get attached because of his position and how hard it is for him? The fact that he couldn't even provide enough support for Lady Ah-Duo so she doesn't lose her uterus? The fact that she switched their baby with his brother and he had to watch his son grow up "away" from him?
There's so much more to this, especially with Jinshis approach to power and I could go on an on but I think I made my point.
And when I started comparing the stories written by women to those by men... Women tend to write power as more of a burden than a gift.
After watching TAD I watched solo leveling.
And for those of you who don't know, it's basically a story about a guy who suddenly "discovers" that he's like a character in a game (not exactly but it's be too long to explain) and basically finds out that he has endless potential and over the course of the story he becomes the most powerful being in the entire universe.
And there's a moment where he's talking to his little sisters friend that gets very misread as something inappropriate by another character.
This other character points out, kindly, to Sung Jinwoo that the girl is a minor.
Sun Jinwoo doesn't understand so he just looks at him and asks "so?".
And so the guy immediately gets scared and never mentions it again despite the two of them being friends.
This moment is kind of played for laughs. Nothing actually happened, Sung Jinwoo is a good guy so he wouldn't.
But he could. Nobody could do anything to stop him.
And when I watched that I laughed too. But then I thought of how terrifying that is. To have someone be so above the law, this untouchable. Who can do anything he pleases because no one will ever stop him.
But that's never actually adressed in the show other than to show us how cool this is.
It this was written by Natsu Hyūga there'd probably be a million different situations to show us how fucked up this is and how it weighs on the main character.
In the apothecary diaries Jinshi doesn't even want to ask anything directly of Maomao because he doesn't want her to interpret it as an order.
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.
Sung Jin-woo letting one of his shadows join? Only if it’s Igris.
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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?
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.
