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ADDICTED | Masterlist

ᯓ★ Chronological Order

✮ the moodboard

✮ Addict, the beginning

✮ Impression

✮ Lust

✮ Bruised and broken

To Be Continued…

ᯓ★ Drabbles

✮ Mujin makes reader cum cuz she makes him soo proud

✮ Blame it on me

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Blame it on me.

warning: low self esteem

a/n: my masterlist if you are interested in more, enjoy

You woke up from a nightmare, your heart beating fast and your body sticky with cold sweat.

A pair of brown eyes were on you, Mujin. His rough hands stroking your arm with tender. He whispered, “You’re awake now, you’re here with me.”

You didn’t look around the room or your surroundings to remind yourself where you are, that you are safe. You looked into his eyes and see the affection behind his irises, you felt his gentle touch on your skin, listen to his soft spoken words and you knew.

The sunrise shining on his features told you about what time was it, probably around five in the morning. He normally would’ve been gone by now but he was here. Holding you, calming you.

He lifted his palm from your arm to your cheek and cupped your face. “You’re safe.” He reassured you.

You just looked into his eyes, trying to steady your breathing. The way he holds you and looks at you… so intimate, so attentive. Your nightmare was mixing your emotions together, crashing them into each other, you felt so little, unworthy of his kind gesture nor his presence next to you. Tears were pooling in your eyes and you weren’t making any effort to stop them.

“I…” You began.

The filthy voice of that man with yellow teeth were fresh in your ear. “You stupid little b*tch, can you do one thing right? Suck it good, oh come on.”

And the pleas of the very first victim of yours visited your every nightmare. “I have a little daughter, please, please don’t do it.”

Mujin wiped a tear away, “Tell me what’s on your mind.” He said, a gentle request.

You sniffed, feeling sensitive and dramatically emotional.

“I’ve let people do things to me that I’m not very proud of.” Tears streaming down your face, you looked down at your hands, fidgeting with your fingers, anxious and embarrassed. But still continued, “I’ve let them use me, hurt me, do whatever they want.” He touched your chin with the back of his two fingers, caressed it before gently lifting your face. Your eyes met, his calmness crashed with your mess in a silent wave. You bit your lips before forcing out the admission of your sin between them. “Now they’re haunting me and I’m the only one to blame.”

His fingers moved across your face, caressing your chin to your jaw then your cheek and lip, both upper and lower. You instinctively opened them, only slightly. “Shh…” He didn’t want to hear you talking about yourself in such a way. “Blame it on me,” He whispered close to your lips, his hot breath fanning your skin. Your breath hitched, “my broken little dove, blame it on me.”. He said more firmly this way.

You were stunned, confused by his words.

“I should have found you sooner, save you, protect you.” The way he looked deep into your eyes while he held you almost made you feel like something precious. But his pause between each word and soft tone wasn’t enough to make you believe in this lie.

“Please, please don’t do it.” You could still hear it loud and clear in your head.

You chuckled sarcastically as you looked away. “I haven’t been a saint ever since either.” And neither was he. It was the truth that you both knew.

“Don’t—“, “I am not a good person and I hate myself for it.” Your argument came quickly because you didn’t need reassurance, you needed understanding.

“Hate me.” He was still gentle but more authoritative this time. He grabbed your jaw firmly and made you look into his eyes. “If you’re not a saint it’s because of me, for me. Not because you wanted to, ‘cuz I asked you to.” You could feel your heart hurting and healing at the same time with every hit of his breath against your face. He was the only person you ever had, how dare he asked you to hate him? Your eyes got teary again, you shook your head. He saw it all and pushed his finger against your lip to silence any of your protest before they even came his way. You took a shaky breath as a tear spilled down your cheek. Mujin wiped it off with the pad of his fingers and placed a soft kiss right under your eye. “Shh…”

You wanted to say so many things but instead you gave in to him, like you always do when he asks this nicely. Did you even had another choice?

He rested your face against his chest with the guidance of his palm on your cheek. He kept soothing you by playing with your hair and placing featherlight kisses on top of your head.

“Hate me,” He repeated. “I deserve it.”

You didn’t argue, just let yourself loose and find the comfort you’ve been missing for a long time in his strong arms.

Mujin kept holding you, listened your heartbeat and breaths until they turned even and even after that. He had a reason to held you, it would be only fair if he took full advantage of that.

He made sure you were fallen asleep before he whispered,

“Blame it all on me.”

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We need more my name fics I LOVE YOU🫶🏻

Thank youuu 😭

Well I only have one series, but I thought about few things like another ending for the original story maybe? Idk babes if there’s something specific you’d like to read my requests are always open. Love youu 🫶

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Pls, It's not a want, it's a NEED, I NEED MORE CHAPTERS OF ADDICTED.

I love your writing and I love this series

I swear, I NEED MORE

I JUST POSTED A DRABBLE!!!

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Blame it on me.

warning: low self esteem

a/n: my masterlist if you are interested in more, enjoy

You woke up from a nightmare, your heart beating fast and your body sticky with cold sweat.

A pair of brown eyes were on you, Mujin. His rough hands stroking your arm with tender. He whispered, “You’re awake now, you’re here with me.”

You didn’t look around the room or your surroundings to remind yourself where you are, that you are safe. You looked into his eyes and see the affection behind his irises, you felt his gentle touch on your skin, listen to his soft spoken words and you knew.

The sunrise shining on his features told you about what time was it, probably around five in the morning. He normally would’ve been gone by now but he was here. Holding you, calming you.

He lifted his palm from your arm to your cheek and cupped your face. “You’re safe.” He reassured you.

You just looked into his eyes, trying to steady your breathing. The way he holds you and looks at you… so intimate, so attentive. Your nightmare was mixing your emotions together, crashing them into each other, you felt so little, unworthy of his kind gesture nor his presence next to you. Tears were pooling in your eyes and you weren’t making any effort to stop them.

“I…” You began.

The filthy voice of that man with yellow teeth were fresh in your ear. “You stupid little b*tch, can you do one thing right? Suck it good, oh come on.”

And the pleas of the very first victim of yours visited your every nightmare. “I have a little daughter, please, please don’t do it.”

Mujin wiped a tear away, “Tell me what’s on your mind.” He said, a gentle request.

You sniffed, feeling sensitive and dramatically emotional.

“I’ve let people do things to me that I’m not very proud of.” Tears streaming down your face, you looked down at your hands, fidgeting with your fingers, anxious and embarrassed. But still continued, “I’ve let them use me, hurt me, do whatever they want.” He touched your chin with the back of his two fingers, caressed it before gently lifting your face. Your eyes met, his calmness crashed with your mess in a silent wave. You bit your lips before forcing out the admission of your sin between them. “Now they’re haunting me and I’m the only one to blame.”

His fingers moved across your face, caressing your chin to your jaw then your cheek and lip, both upper and lower. You instinctively opened them, only slightly. “Shh…” He didn’t want to hear you talking about yourself in such a way. “Blame it on me,” He whispered close to your lips, his hot breath fanning your skin. Your breath hitched, “my broken little dove, blame it on me.”. He said more firmly this way.

You were stunned, confused by his words.

“I should have found you sooner, save you, protect you.” The way he looked deep into your eyes while he held you almost made you feel like something precious. But his pause between each word and soft tone wasn’t enough to make you believe in this lie.

“Please, please don’t do it.” You could still hear it loud and clear in your head.

You chuckled sarcastically as you looked away. “I haven’t been a saint ever since either.” And neither was he. It was the truth that you both knew.

“Don’t—“, “I am not a good person and I hate myself for it.” Your argument came quickly because you didn’t need reassurance, you needed understanding.

“Hate me.” He was still gentle but more authoritative this time. He grabbed your jaw firmly and made you look into his eyes. “If you’re not a saint it’s because of me, for me. Not because you wanted to, ‘cuz I asked you to.” You could feel your heart hurting and healing at the same time with every hit of his breath against your face. He was the only person you ever had, how dare he asked you to hate him? Your eyes got teary again, you shook your head. He saw it all and pushed his finger against your lip to silence any of your protest before they even came his way. You took a shaky breath as a tear spilled down your cheek. Mujin wiped it off with the pad of his fingers and placed a soft kiss right under your eye. “Shh…”

You wanted to say so many things but instead you gave in to him, like you always do when he asks this nicely. Did you even had another choice?

He rested your face against his chest with the guidance of his palm on your cheek. He kept soothing you by playing with your hair and placing featherlight kisses on top of your head.

“Hate me,” He repeated. “I deserve it.”

You didn’t argue, just let yourself loose and find the comfort you’ve been missing for a long time in his strong arms.

Mujin kept holding you, listened your heartbeat and breaths until they turned even and even after that. He had a reason to hold you, it would be only fair if he took full advantage of that.

He made sure you were fallen asleep before he whispered,

“Blame it all on me.”

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Plsssss more for Choi Mujin. literally any little drabble I NEED him 🙏🙏🙏

Today or tomorrow I’ll post one I promise. Sorry I saw it this late🙏🏻

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hiii would u write for Choi mujin anytime soon? just wondering

i’m not sure about it’ll be soon or not but i will. i never got this many notifications from tumblr in a week and it’s killing me not being able to write while i have this many people interested.

i’m on vacation right now but i’ll try to write some stuff maybe i can’t finish the part that i posted teaser of but i’ll try to write a drabble

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ADDICTED | Bruised And Broken

pairing: choi mujin x fem!reader

wc: 3k

warnings: kidnapping, fight scene, torturing, mention of blood and wounds, burning reader’s skin (idk how to word it better), implied past intimate scene (type of), sexual tension

author’s note: sooo this is my first post after a while of not writing anything so you can think of it as a warm up and if you enjoyed this part make sure to check my masterlist. There is no other right now (lol) but I hope there will be :) And thank you for giving a chance to my fic. Love youu

Ropes tight around ankles. You are upside down and the whole world is spinning. In the middle of nowhere with no possible contact with the organization.

I am fucked, badly. You thought.

No ending tortures just to make you speak -even the thought was ridiculous honestly-.

Questions about Mujin, Dongcheon, the business. All the stuff they had nothing to do with.

It all started a lot prettier.

First try, sweet offers and kind talks. "Tell us this and you will never have to worry about money ever again." lame, you thought. After the very first time that they offered you money all you could think about was how much you would give away to see Mujin’s reaction. You could see his handsome face in the back of your eyes. His intimidating gaze, a cigarette between his lips as a side slightly raises up in a mocking way. Only a fool would believe that money could buy loyalty. That it would lead them to success, power. Mujin knew better.

Then they took a stupid guess. Thinking you were not accepting their offer cause you were scared. "Don’t be afraid of Mujin, we'll protect you." they said. Little did they also knew they didn't stand a chance. They liked to think that they could.

Sooner or later they realized that they were going nowhere with offers. Then they decided on something else. Second try, threat.

Nothing did the job.

You wondered how many days had been since the first knife blow that drew your belly red with your own blood, now the whole fucking room was covered of it, let alone your bruised body. You kept blaming yourself , how did you not realize that their loyalty no longer served for Mujin. How you fell right into their traps all alone. A part of you didn't even wanted to be saved. Even the imagination of Mujin’s disappointed eyes hurt you more than any wound on your body. You were not ready to face the real one. Your body was getting weaker every passing day with the lack of food and the countless hits you endured every few hours. You did not have much time, you could feel it.

The sudden bucket of water pouring down your body woke you from your unconscious state. The man with the ugly smile stood before you upside down. His hand grabbing a fist full of your hair to bring your face closer as he smiled. "Wakey wakey, dollface." He was unnesecarelly loud. "Do you feel like talking today?" he asked. His smile grew like he was happy by your lack of response. It used to piss him off. You frowned, your guts telling you to open your eyes to see what he was up to. So you forced them to and realized the mini red gas cylinder. "You know dollface, I've been thinking lately what should I do to you next. Then guess what, I saw this." his voice was sadistic as he pointed to the red gas cylinder. "And I had an idea. I thought I should get rid of that tatto and maybe then you would start acting less like a fucking loyal dog, huh? You'll be less of being like one of them and who knows maybe you would use that pretty little mouth of yours and give me what I want. Huh, how about that?" he asked you as if he was talking about weather.

You sick bastard, you wanted to say only if you had the energy for it. But even though you gave him no reaction, the thought of your tatto getting ruined made your heart ache. The tatto was not just a symbol, it was a reminder. A reminder that you belonged to somewhere. That you were not alone.

He walked to the red cylinder with a thong in his hand, he was holding a round metal piece in the size of your tatto with it. He heated the metal as a manicing smile formed on his lips, he was enjoying this. When he was satisfied with its temperature, he walked back to you. "Are you ready dollface?" It wasn't really a question. Without giving you any time to get ready for the incoming pain he pressed the hot metal on your chest. And he finally made you scream out of pain. Only for a moment, though. You quickly studied yourself and kept all of it in. He didn't like it, he wanted to hear that scream again and again. After reheating the metal he came back. He pressed it on your chest without waiting a second. "Anything that comes to your mind that you'd like to share with me?" his sarcasm making your ears bleed. You couldn't held back your screams and you cursed yourself for giving him the satisfaction.

Then something happened, you heard a door breaking. After that, the chaos followed. You would recognized the voice of blade cutting through someone's skin at anytime and now wasn't the exception.

The organization will protect you.

Now it was your time to smirk at his face. To enjoy every bit of his smirk fading and leaving its place to panic. He threw the thong away and rushed to the side to release the knot on the rope and slowly lowered you to the floor. He grabbed one of the knifes he's been using on you and released your ankles but wrists remained tied together. He was aware how little time he had and he was panicking. He dragged you to your feet and pressed your back on his front with a knife pressed to your neck. You couldn't move a muscle while he waited facing the door behind you, waiting for the storm to come in. You didn't have the energy.

Eyelids too heavy and mind too dizzy. But every inch of your body felt his presence. No aura can compete, no traitor can no longer breathe.

You forced your eyes open, every bit of you were craving to feel his eyes. But also afraid of what you might find in there.

Mujin stood still and took in what was in front of him. A table full of all type of tools, most of them tinted red, ruined clothes next to it. Your blood all over the place, all wounds and bruises on display. His eyes finally landed on yours.

There he was, looking way too perfect right in front of you. Looking as presentable as ever while you stood in your underwear's in front of all those man. Bruised and broken. You saw something in his eyes for a split second, an emotion. But what was it?

Sympathy? Disappointment? Or worse, pity? No, no. Please don't be pity.

You would be more ashamed by it more than all the gazes on your too bare skin. How ironic, isn’t it?

The man behind you tightened his grip, "Stay away. If I die, she dies." he was playing his last cards. There was no way out of this for him. He knew it too. You gulped and turn your eyes to Taeju. His eyes were burning with rage as he took in your state. You also took in his. Hair a little messy, some blood stains on his shirt. None of his own, you just knew it. The thought made your lips quirk a little. Of course none of it was his own. Then you saw the blade in his hand and you found your plan to get out of the mans grip. You and Taeju locked eyes, you knew he read right through your eyes but Taeju didn’t seem like he saw something that he liked there. You felt Mujin’s eyes too. He was well aware that you were up to something. You communicated well in silence. Both man trying to make you stop with their eyes. You kept your eyes on Taeju, ‘cause if you saw the order in his eyes you would have no other option but obey him. You did not want that.

Taeju shook his head in a slow motion. But gulped with acceptance when he saw the determination in your eyes.

You no longer could hear any of the threats the guy swayed around. Only kept your eyes locked with your partner as you waited for the right moment to make your move.

Just when the guy pointed his knife towards them instead of your neck, you collected every energy remaining in your system and get back in your fighting mode. You threw your head back in full force. The guy groaned in pain with the unexpected hit and released his grip around your body. With a swift motion you kicked the wrist of the hand that he held the knife with. As the knife hit the floor you also dropped to the very same cold floor and leave the rest to your partner. Taeju threw his knife right on the guys neck without waiting a second and rushed to your side.

Mujin was faster. The moment he read the situation he step further and catch you before you hit your head.

The drug lord, on his knees, what a sight.

Mujin quickly took his jacket off and wrapped it around your almost naked body. You were nearly unconscious in his arms. Couldn't keep your eyes open. Even the little bit healed wounds were open back with your kick. Your shallow breaths were a sign of your hurt.

You needed a professional's help, quick.

Without leaving a time for you to protest Mujin took your whole body in his hold and carried you with an arm on your back and the other under your legs. Your head resting on his chest. Your last words were: "I'm sorry."

…

Two weeks has passed while you were unconscious. Mujin brought you to the temple after your rescue. Made sure you were well taken care of and safe. He came to visit you every other day and ordered Taeju to do so at the days that he couldn't. You were his second subordinate, your health mattered. And that was the only reason of his worries and sleepless nights while you were nowhere to be found. He deceived himself into thinking that that was it.

He may or may not succeed it.

There were some things Mujin never welcomed in his organization nor his business. But the top of the list belonged to the traitors. He worked extra hard on the topic after the incident. Making sure the same thing never happens ever again. He blamed himself just like you blamed yourself.

I shouldn’t have send her there alone. I should have been more careful.

While Mujin was on his car, driving, you woke up. Slowly recognizing where you were, you knew the place. Your whole body aching, you slowly got up. Trying to remember what happened, you walked to the full length mirror. Carefully holding the sweater up to check on your wounds. It was hard to tell, all of it was covered with white bandages. Eyeing around the room, everything looked like how you remembered it. The only new thing was the folded clothes and a hair tie on the wooden desk, waiting for you. An idea of fresh shower became too hard to resist and you took the clothes and walked to the bathroom.

Warm water running through your body was relaxing with a little bit of pain. You took the wet bandages off to replace them after shower with fresh ones. You checked your wounds, they looked better than you last remembered but they still needed time to fully recover. You took your time in the shower and after shower. Re-bandaged yourself with the kit in the bathroom, brushed your hair with your fingers as best as you could. Then you decided to braid your hair like you do it all the time while you work. A part of your unique uniform, giving that you are the only female in the Dongcheon. While the men wears black suits with white shirt, your uniform was looking presentable, by all means. Mostly wearing black or white, hair usually braided and that was it.

You opened the door to get back in the room without knowing you had a visitor. Boss. Mujin.

He was dressed in all black with a long coat. His cigarette between his lips, a hand in the pocket. watching outside from the open doors. He turned his face to acknowledge you. You quickly bowed after you two made an eye contact.

You were tense and he was aware.

"Did I kept you waiting for too long?" You asked after a while to fill the silence.

He took a long drag of his cigarette before he answered, "Hmm."

"I'm sorry."

He didn't say anything back. Kept smoking his cigarette in silence. After standing next to the door for a whole minute watching him awkwardly, you decided to do your own business. You grabbed the hair tie on the desk and went back to the mirror. Your back turned to Mujin so that you could act like he wasn't there and unnerve your tensed muscles. Right when you saw your reflection in the mirror you realized that you did not wear the sweater on after bandaging yourself.

Nothing he hadn't seen multiple times before anyway but...

Another realization hit midway, you were right in front of him with only a bra on on your upper body and he didn't even glance.

You gulped, how should I feel about that? you thought.

You could have linger on that thought for way longer if you didn't get distracted by something else. Your tattoo. No, your ruined tatto. You held out your arms to braid your hair with your eyes focused on your chest. Something was hurting, either the cuts on your arms or your heart, you didn't know.

Like how you didn't know there was another pair of eyes on your body. Watching you secretly.

When you turned your back to him, Mujin started watching you more freely. He saw the look on your face and didn't like what it made him feel. He took long few steps and stopped right behind you. He held your hands in your hair and whispered, "Let me,". He slowly pulled the hair tie from your wrist, taking his time while doing so, enjoying the little contact you two were sharing.

You took a deep breath and obeyed. Letting your hands drop to your sides.

Mujin caught the rhythm change on your breathing and your muscles tensing. Your figure standing straighter, he was well aware of your body reacting to him. He braided your wet hair, his fingers touching your skin here and there. He caught on the shivers too.

You watched him through the mirror. Carefully working on your hair, gentle as ever. His scent mixed with cigarette filling your insides. You didn't realize how much you missed it until he was this close.

"How are you feeling?" he asked in a low tone.

You decided to be honest, "Hurts but nothing unbearable."

Silence, again. It was your turn to fill it.

"I’m sorry." You apologized again. You both knew what it was for.

He remained silent, finishing the braid. Your head dropped down. You needed him to say something, anything. Every passing second tightened in your chest. Desperate for his reaction, to know what he was thinking of the situation, of you.

Mujin tied your hair and gently held your arms at both sides. He quietly smelled your hair. Loud enough to make you suspicious of it, not enough to be sure whether he did it or not.

You turned around, thinking about apologizing again. You were not ready to look in his eyes just yet but when he held your chin in between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up. You knew it was a silent command.

Look at me.

You obeyed, like always.

"It wasn’t your fault."

Right when you opened your mouth to say otherwise he closed it for you. "It wasn’t."

You looked in his dark eyes, you felt relieved. He didn't look disappointed in you, you could finally let out the breath you were holding in for so long.

Faces too close, lips inches apart. You wondered who you two were right now.

Boss and his subordinate? CEO and his servant? Muse and his admirer? Or just Mujin and Y/n?

While you were deep in thoughts Mujin’s hand snaked to the back of your neck from your chin. Holding you form as he pressed his lips to your temple. Too light to consider a kiss, but still there.

You held yourself back from clinging to his collar and beg for more. Afraid of losing the little contact you were having, so you stood still.

"I'm glad you are okay."

His voice was too low you thought you imagined it, almost. Without giving you time to process any part of this interaction, he stepped back. Putting distance between your bodies before it got risky. You were too stunned to speak, to move.

"You need to rest."

Translation: I’m leaving.

He took off a phone from his pocket and handed to you. "Contact us if you need anything."

In another word: you are staying here.

You simply nodded, there was no use of denying him.

You watched him leave through the door without another glance.

Boss and his subordinate. You decided on. But at least his.

Lmk if you wanna be tagged babes :)

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I did NOT know there was so many mistakes with my writing in this part but I fixed it now. Sorry for everyone who had to read it that way.

And also this part being my most liked hurts me with all that mistakes. Ugh

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TEASER / / First Night

First three buttons of his shirt was undone and it was clinging to his body with all the sweat. Right in front of your eyes like a dirty little invitation for your eyes to look at —a very tempting one.

And you did, even though you knew he was watching your every move.

You looked at his toned chest, your eyes quickly shifted to the tattoo. You have been dying to know more about it. Except for you and few others, everyone at the Dongcheon had it. So you asked,

"What is the meaning of it?" your eyes still on his bare skin.

He looked in your eyes with so much intensity, "You'll know when you have it." Such a simple answer yet it did nothing to satisfy your curiosity.

"I wanna have it." you groaned a little too eagerly.

He smirked, "You have to earn it first."

You bit your lip and looked in his dark brown eyes. "I will."

It was a promise.

His smirk grew.

You pushed your luck. You weren’t thinking before you speak and you made a demand. "And when I do, I want you to tattoo me." It was a bald request that slipped through your lips before you could give it a second thought. You held your breath while waiting for his response.

Unlike you, he waited before giving you an answer. Then he hummed and nodded his head.

"Okay." he mumbled carefree.

You didn't know when to stop. "Promise?"

He smiled, "Promise."

I’m having the worst day of my life but I’m baaack! :)

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TEASER / / First Night

First three buttons of his shirt was undone and it was clinging to his body with all the sweat. Right in front of your eyes like a dirty little invitation for your eyes to look at —a very tempting one.

And you did, even though you knew he was watching your every move.

You looked at his toned chest, your eyes quickly shifted to the tattoo. You have been dying to know more about it. Except for you and few others, everyone at the Dongcheon had it. So you asked,

"What is the meaning of it?" your eyes still on his bare skin.

He looked in your eyes with so much intensity, "You'll know when you have it." Such a simple answer yet it did nothing to satisfy your curiosity.

"I wanna have it." you groaned a little too eagerly.

He smirked, "You have to earn it first."

You bit your lip and looked in his dark brown eyes. "I will."

It was a promise.

His smirk grew.

You pushed your luck. You weren’t thinking before you speak and you made a demand. "And when I do, I want you to tattoo me." It was a bald request that slipped through your lips before you could give it a second thought. You held your breath while waiting for his response.

Unlike you, he waited before giving you an answer. Then he hummed and nodded his head.

"Okay." he mumbled carefree.

You didn't know when to stop. "Promise?"

He smiled, "Promise."

I’m having the worst day of my life but I’m baaack! :)

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guys I’m alive and I will be back in the summer (I hope) if anyone out there waiting for a new chapter 👍🏻

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What would you guys like to read?

more of the past (like the building of their relationship) 🩶

more no plut short smuts ❤️‍🔥

more fight, mafia, dongcheon stuff 🔪

other (lmk in the comments) 🙋🏻‍♀️

or fluff? (never done that before) 🤺

Voting ended onApr 18, 2025

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lmao the most helpful voting guys ✌🏻 soo what do I do??

[zeynsdiary]

What would you guys like to read?

more of the past (like the building of their relationship) 🩶

more no plut short smuts ❤️‍🔥

more fight, mafia, dongcheon stuff 🔪

other (lmk in the comments) 🙋🏻‍♀️

or fluff? (never done that before) 🤺

Voting ended onApr 18, 2025

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Mujin makes reader cum cuz she makes him soo proud.

warning: +18, mdni, smut, oral s*x (f receiving)

a/n: there goes my first ever smut guys pls give me some feedbacks cuz I’m tweaking rn and my request are open so feel free to send me anything you’d like to read and I’ll try my best and if you are interested here’s my masterlist. Love you all, sorry I took too much.

"My little ghost." his breath comes out rough and raspy. His nose mingling at the top of your head, inhaling your signature scent deep in his nostrils. As your nickname rolled off his lips in the most beautiful way ever, you found yourself smiling. His large hands on your arms, keeps you steady and close.

Your whole body ready to accept whatever he was willing to give. With his fingers that touched you way many times before, he lifts your face. "You did so good today." his voice so full of adoration and appreciation. He slowly leanes down, closer. "My girl deserves a reward."

As his other hand founds your neck, he kisses you patiently. It's not rushed, it’s deliberate.

You feel his tongue brushing against your lower lip, your mouth slightly opens like an invitation. His tongue welcomes it, meeting your own as they dance in the most pleasing way. As the kiss deepens so does the need in your stomach. Mujin feels it, he knows your body all too well it's almost embarrassing.

He lifts you up and make you sit on his desk. Your hands playing with his hair as you kiss him harder. He undresses you with ease. First your shirt then your bra leaves your body as your focus remains on his lips, you only realize their absence with the cool air hitting on your bare skin. After unzipping your pants his hands comes back up on your face. Palm pressing lightly against your jaw, he breaks the kiss. Before you whine, he speaks. "Lift your hips for me love."

You obey him, like you always do.

He sets you free from the bra that was hanging loosely on your arms and moves your pant down your legs along with your panties ‘till you sit in front of him completely naked. He must be satisfied, he hums.

The ten seconds of break hits hard, your lips collapsed with his in hunger now. You bite his lips when you feel his large hands grabbing your butt. Settling between your legs, he groans when he hears your moan between kisses.

It feels unfair. While all of your clothes laid on the floor, his stayed on. Perfectly ironed shirt tugged underneath his pants, and his belt matching with his shiny leather shoe, he looked unfazed. He looked perfect. Deep down you liked it, the feeling of his shirt against your skin only making you crave him more.

"Mujin," his name spilled from your lips like a plea.

His cold hand stole your temperature stroking your sides. He set your lips free and moved his kisses lower, to your jaw and down your neck. His favorite place to leave his love marks on. His mind already going to places, like imagining you showing up in a turtleneck tomorrow, ordering his men —your men around with his mark hidden under your shirt. How you would come up to him and report all professionally, like you weren't a moaning mess underneath him on his desk few hours ago. Even the thought was enough to make his dick twitch in his pants.

Another moan left your lips, "Please,". You felt his lips smirking against your skin, he quickly got back to work. "Patience sweetheart," he whispered against your skin, his breath fanning your collarbone, hot and ticklish.

His mouth closed around your hard nipple, sucking, you held onto him, both hand resting on his shoulders. Your view is his soft hair and his back that you wish was bare.

When his left hand comes up to cup your boob he twirls his tongue around your nipple, just making sure both of them gets the attention they deserves. It’s a whole new sensation. You threw your head back in pleasure while his kisses gets wetter and sloppier. Your hands moving from his shoulders to your sides on desk to help you arch your back more, so you can feel more of him.

He lets go of your nipple with a small 'pop', his hands cupping your cheeks. He gives you a long kiss, savoring your taste like you're his favorite flavor. "Lay down." he orders breathlessly.

His brows slightly furrowed, he watches you as you listen to him and lay down. His lips quirks, eyes stern and study on your body as he rolls up his sleeves. You salivate to the sight, the dim light of the room reflecting on his honey brown skin, thick veins on his arms shines to your eyes like they are highlighted. He settles in between your legs, looking like that, picture perfect. You two make eye contact, you see how his eyes got darker, you see the desire written all over his beautifully sculpted face. Your body thrills in excitement, you gulp.

He gets on his knees for you, not breaking the eye contact for a second. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he pulls you closer. His arms keeping you wide open for him. Your sweet scent too tempting, makes him wanna eat you 'till you squirm in pleasure and don't stop until you squirt all over him.

First, he places a kiss on your inner thigh. Weighing your reaction, he places another one, this time closer to where you want the most. You whine, loosing your patience with all the teasing. He smiles, obviously enjoying your neediness, then he finally decides to give you what you want.

Like a true gentlemen, he starts with a kiss. Right on your clit, he tastes you as he takes a deep breath of your sweet scent. Your back arches as Mujin’s wet tongue connects with your clit. He combined his mouth with his fingers, you thought you were going crazy. You held onto anything you can on the table to get your mind off his touch, otherwise you could've cum right there, embarrassingly soon.

Even though you tried, you stood no chance against him. He knew your body all too well. Knew where to touch you to make your toes curl, where to kiss you to make your body tremble with need beneath him, and how to make you feel so good you cry. Not so long after, you felt your insides burning, the pit in your stomach growing. You came with a loud moan of his name. Breathing heavily, you watched him smirk. The sight woke something inside you, something wild. Your eyes on him the entire time as he licked all your juices with pride. Knowing it was him who got you like this.

Without giving you much time to collect yourself, his hands were on your thighs again. Holding you from both side, preventing you from closing them. Cuz one time wasn't enough, he had to make a mess of you.

He played with your body the way he learned from all his previous times. Every time his name slipped out of your mouth in that moan-ish tone, it was his motivation to keep going, so he could hear it as many times as he can.

After your third orgasm you were completely wasted. Unable to move.

Mujin on the other hand were finally pleased with your current state.

He placed one last kiss on your clit before he got back on his feet. He watched your breath hitch with overstimulation as he took a few steps back.

He felt tipsy, cum drunk and looked at the view in front of him.

There you lay, all flushed and satisfied. He takes in the full picture. You on his desk and the city view at the back.

As you lay on his desk, heavy breathing with your sex covered in your cum mixed with his saliva, glistening so pretty under the dim light.

He lights up a cigarette and listen you coming down from your high. He tilts his head to admire his work.

He thinks, pretty view.

And a prettier girl.

[zeynsdiary]

Mujin makes reader cum cuz she makes him soo proud.

warning: +18, mdni, smut, oral s*x (f receiving)

a/n: there goes my first ever smut guys pls give me some feedbacks cuz I’m tweaking rn and my request are open so feel free to send me anything you’d like to read and I’ll try my best and if you are interested here’s my masterlist. Love you all, sorry I took too much.

"My little ghost." his breath comes out rough and raspy. His nose mingling at the top of your head, inhaling your signature scent deep in his nostrils. As your nickname rolled off his lips in the most beautiful way ever, you found yourself smiling. His large hands on your arms, keeps you steady and close.

Your whole body ready to accept whatever he was willing to give. With his fingers that touched you way many times before, he lifts your face. "You did so good today." his voice so full of adoration and appreciation. He slowly leanes down, closer. "My girl deserves a reward."

As his other hand founds your neck, he kisses you patiently. It's not rushed, it’s deliberate.

You feel his tongue brushing against your lower lip, your mouth slightly opens like an invitation. His tongue welcomes it, meeting your own as they dance in the most pleasing way. As the kiss deepens so does the need in your stomach. Mujin feels it, he knows your body all too well it's almost embarrassing.

He lifts you up and make you sit on his desk. Your hands playing with his hair as you kiss him harder. He undresses you with ease. First your shirt then your bra leaves your body as your focus remains on his lips, you only realize their absence with the cool air hitting on your bare skin. After unzipping your pants his hands comes back up on your face. Palm pressing lightly against your jaw, he breaks the kiss. Before you whine, he speaks. "Lift your hips for me love."

You obey him, like you always do.

He sets you free from the bra that was hanging loosely on your arms and moves your pant down your legs along with your panties ‘till you sit in front of him completely naked. He must be satisfied, he hums.

The ten seconds of break hits hard, your lips collapsed with his in hunger now. You bite his lips when you feel his large hands grabbing your butt. Settling between your legs, he groans when he hears your moan between kisses.

It feels unfair. While all of your clothes laid on the floor, his stayed on. Perfectly ironed shirt tugged underneath his pants, and his belt matching with his shiny leather shoe, he looked unfazed. He looked perfect. Deep down you liked it, the feeling of his shirt against your skin only making you crave him more.

"Mujin," his name spilled from your lips like a plea.

His cold hand stole your temperature stroking your sides. He set your lips free and moved his kisses lower, to your jaw and down your neck. His favorite place to leave his love marks on. His mind already going to places, like imagining you showing up in a turtleneck tomorrow, ordering his men —your men around with his mark hidden under your shirt. How you would come up to him and report all professionally, like you weren't a moaning mess underneath him on his desk few hours ago. Even the thought was enough to make his dick twitch in his pants.

Another moan left your lips, "Please,". You felt his lips smirking against your skin, he quickly got back to work. "Patience sweetheart," he whispered against your skin, his breath fanning your collarbone, hot and ticklish.

His mouth closed around your hard nipple, sucking, you held onto him, both hand resting on his shoulders. Your view is his soft hair and his back that you wish was bare.

When his left hand comes up to cup your boob he twirls his tongue around your nipple, just making sure both of them gets the attention they deserves. It’s a whole new sensation. You threw your head back in pleasure while his kisses gets wetter and sloppier. Your hands moving from his shoulders to your sides on desk to help you arch your back more, so you can feel more of him.

He lets go of your nipple with a small 'pop', his hands cupping your cheeks. He gives you a long kiss, savoring your taste like you're his favorite flavor. "Lay down." he orders breathlessly.

His brows slightly furrowed, he watches you as you listen to him and lay down. His lips quirks, eyes stern and study on your body as he rolls up his sleeves. You salivate to the sight, the dim light of the room reflecting on his honey brown skin, thick veins on his arms shines to your eyes like they are highlighted. He settles in between your legs, looking like that, picture perfect. You two make eye contact, you see how his eyes got darker, you see the desire written all over his beautifully sculpted face. Your body thrills in excitement, you gulp.

He gets on his knees for you, not breaking the eye contact for a second. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he pulls you closer. His arms keeping you wide open for him. Your sweet scent too tempting, makes him wanna eat you 'till you squirm in pleasure and don't stop until you squirt all over him.

First, he places a kiss on your inner thigh. Weighing your reaction, he places another one, this time closer to where you want the most. You whine, loosing your patience with all the teasing. He smiles, obviously enjoying your neediness, then he finally decides to give you what you want.

Like a true gentlemen, he starts with a kiss. Right on your clit, he tastes you as he takes a deep breath of your sweet scent. Your back arches as Mujin’s wet tongue connects with your clit. He combined his mouth with his fingers, you thought you were going crazy. You held onto anything you can on the table to get your mind off his touch, otherwise you could've cum right there, embarrassingly soon.

Even though you tried, you stood no chance against him. He knew your body all too well. Knew where to touch you to make your toes curl, where to kiss you to make your body tremble with need beneath him, and how to make you feel so good you cry. Not so long after, you felt your insides burning, the pit in your stomach growing. You came with a loud moan of his name. Breathing heavily, you watched him smirk. The sight woke something inside you, something wild. Your eyes on him the entire time as he licked all your juices with pride. Knowing it was him who got you like this.

Without giving you much time to collect yourself, his hands were on your thighs again. Holding you from both side, preventing you from closing them. Cuz one time wasn't enough, he had to make a mess of you.

He played with your body the way he learned from all his previous times. Every time his name slipped out of your mouth in that moan-ish tone, it was his motivation to keep going, so he could hear it as many times as he can.

After your third orgasm you were completely wasted. Unable to move.

Mujin on the other hand were finally pleased with your current state.

He placed one last kiss on your clit before he got back on his feet. He watched your breath hitch with overstimulation as he took a few steps back.

He felt tipsy, cum drunk and looked at the view in front of him.

There you lay, all flushed and satisfied. He takes in the full picture. You on his desk and the city view at the back.

As you lay on his desk, heavy breathing with your sex covered in your cum mixed with his saliva, glistening so pretty under the dim light.

He lights up a cigarette and listen you coming down from your high. He tilts his head to admire his work.

He thinks, pretty view.

And a prettier girl.

[zeynsdiary]

ADDICTED | Lust

pairing: choi mujin x fem!reader

wc: 2,7k

warnings: explicit language

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Feeling of your red satin dress with the palm of your hands, you smiled as you looked at your reflection in the mirror.

You felt feminine after so long, it felt good.

Taking your matte lipstick that matches perfectly with your dress out of your purse, you retouched your makeup to make it look fresh. Brushed your light curls with your fingers to harmonize your hair with the rest of your perfection.

It was one of those nights where you played the role of Mujin’s assistant. While Taeju played the bodyguard, you needed a different reason to explain why you always attended all these social events. Giving to your past, handling old guys with a large ego with nothing good to say was your species. So your job of being an assistant was a perfect fit for you to cover that you were actually there for extra protection. Also Donghoon being the partner/trusted man made it possible for all four of you to be all together.

After the event you guys would go to the little restaurant near the Dongcheon to drink together. Every mask that you four put on the daytime would slip away with the harmony of your laughters. Talking about the night until the conversation turns to the memories all of you shared through years. The feeling of looking into each other eyes, seeing their smiles, getting drunker by the each passing second, being comfortable, knowing everyone sitting on this table would trust them with their lives, you just loved every part of it.

Your gratitude towards Donghoon at its highest, you cherished moments like those cause they weren't often.

Tonight was no exception.

All of you arrived to the restaurant and sat on your usual seats. In the middle table, wall side sat Donghoon, next to him was Mujin’s seat. Taeju sat in front of Mujin and you in front of Donghoon. Like always. Mujin poured the first drinks and then you and Taeju took over as the youngest ones and subordinates. As one glass followed another, the moon slowly faded in the pitch black sky.

To be honest, you mostly watched Mujin the whole night. Your so called boss. It was a rare sight to see him so careless about his surroundings and just enjoying the present. You admired the love he had in his eyes for every one of you in this room and the way he so freely laughed to any joke -even the unfunny ones- showing off his perfect teeth and the chuckle of his deep velvety voice.

You admired him.

How could you not?

You didn't know if they were aware of the thing you had with Mujin. How you two had been more. Many times even.

The answer was, yes. At least from the Donghoon’s perspective. He had no intention of letting any of you know the fact. You were a grown woman and Mujin was a good guy on his own way. Actually, he didn't really know much except for the looks he caught (like right now) and how you two always disappeared together. He was not a fan at first but then he realized how both of you would be at your most calm and happiest after disappearing so he just accepted it, quietly. He was good at keeping secrets anyway.

Donghoon slushed down his last glass, "That is enough for this old man. Taeju-ah, you'd give me a ride, right?". Taeju chuckled, "Yes, sunbaenim.” For the record, he was not that drunk but he felt like you two needed some alone time so he took care of it. He got up and patted Mujin’s back, "Mujin, you make sure she gets home safely, okay?".

Mujin nodded silently, both elder knew he didn't even need to say it.

Taeju winked at you before he helped Donghoon to his car. You watched them leave and then turned to Mujin. His eyes were already on you.

You blushed under his gaze. In another time you would never let him see it but in your drunk form, you had no idea about how well you hid it. "It’s just me and you now." you said while you poured another glass for both of you.

One more sip, he hummed, "Just me and you." his little smirk present on his face.

Such a simple gesture yet it left your mouth dry.

You gulped, you just knew tonight was going to be a long night.

. . .

When you had enough amount of alcohol in your system, well, you were such a yapper. Good for you, Mujin didn't mind it, he liked it even. That way he didn't have to speak and could just listen to you talk about anything and every thing without any prying eyes around. No need to hide any smile or a look that spoke louder than any poem.

He listened to your every word minutely, paying attention to every little detail. Like how you would always start using your hands every time a story excited you or how your eyes light up when you remember the little details about a story that probably only you remembered. And now he would too, obviously. He always remembered every little thing you shared with him even the ones like where you argued with a little boy cause he said you looked like a man in a suit and many more silly stories like that. He remembered all of them. But of course, he would never admit that he did.

For the sake of his mind, it was safer to keep that way. No need for you to know how you warmed his heart every time you started speaking what is inside that pretty little head of yours with that perfect smile on your full lips.

Only you.

Even though it felt so nice to finally have you all to himself after a busy month at Dungcheon, your eyes told him that it was time to end this night.

Every good thing had its own closing.

. . .

Mujin parked the car in one swift movement and get out of it. You opened your own door and waited for him. Every time he held onto your open door with one hand as he extended the other for you was such a sight to see. You were already excited with the images rushing into your mind while you waited.

Tonight was no different. He came to your side to help you out, the sleeve of his shirt rolled up, leaving his veiny arms out for you to drool over. He held out his hand for you. You gladly took it and get out of the vehicle. You were a tiny bit drunk and he knew. Without even giving you a time to strip, he held you close.

Which you would, maybe for real maybe just so you could be closer to him for a little more. Your smile growing with the thought of mischief.

Your head resting on his chest while he helped you to get into the hotel with his arm wrapped around your waist. Carrying most of your weight so you could just smell his cologne with a stupid smile on your face without a single worry in your mind. Knowing he would take care of you, like he always did.

You were lucky he couldn't see the smile.

When you two get into the elevator you held onto the handle and stood on your own which was equal to the absence of his hands. But you didn't mind, this way you get to admire his beauty, his lean and formed body leaning against the opposite wall of the elevator. His woody cologne mixed with cigarette filled the air in such a short period of time, the familiarity loosened up your body.

You saw him reaching for the buttons. You stopped him in a rush with your hands, he was looking at you questioningly. You pushed the button for his penthouse while you looked right into his eyes. He looked back at you, knowing pretty well nothing behind those beautiful irises of yours were innocent. He sighed.

"What are you doing?" he asked as if he didn't know.

You eyed his figure from his eyes to his lips, then his chest and even lower. You stopped right when you see the bulk in his pants.

You smirked. Your gaze returned to his face. Mujin was aware of your new knowledge, he didn’t hide it. And of course he was not going to be shy about it.

He simply waited for your answer with his hands in his pockets.

"I’m your assistant tonight, remember?” You answered his question with another one.

He kept his daring gaze on your face.

You stepped closer to him and grabbed the hook of his belt to be upright. "I just wanna help you as your good little assistant." You said with an innocent expression as you batted your eyes.

Mujin sucked in a breath, he had a love-hate relationship with your secret power of getting under his skin.

You leaned into him more, your nose against his jaw and you on your tip toes.

He loved how needy you were for him right now. It drove him crazy in the inside.

Mujin put his thumb and index finger on your chin to lift your face. He looked right into your dark woods. "You want to help me?" his raspy voice made your insides tingle.

You nodded your head eagerly, "I do,”

He laughed at your face and reached for the button of your floor without breaking eye contact. You realized what he did with the click sound that came out of the button, but it was too late. He enjoyed it as a frown appeared on your eyebrows.

He played with you. How dare he?

"You are mean." you whispered.

He chuckled, "So I've heard."

You shook your head and retreated. You rested your head on the side wall, the tip of your heels were touching his shiny leather shoes that screamed luxury. You watched the little contact as he watched you.

You were kinda jealous though. How your shoe had permission to touch him but not you?

While you were deep into your very serious thoughts, you didn't notice it was your floor. He nudged your feet with his. You looked up at him and see the doors was open. His face told you there was no use in denying him right now. So you got out of the elevator, you let out a long sigh. As you walked through the corridor he followed you in silence.

Mujin was one step behind you, following you like a d- No! No. Jesus woman, what is going on with you? He would kill you if he could hear your thoughts.

You mentally stopped for a second. Would he?

Nah. He would not.

Your brain was functioning differently when you had even a small amount of alcohol in your blood circulation system. So it was the only reason why you had thoughts like that. In any other circumstances you would never. Literally, never. Mujin? A dog? No. A funny thought. But no.

You walked towards your room with all those silly drunk line of thinking. The sound of your heels echoing through the walls the same as his steps. You couldn't help but wonder. Was he looking at your ass?

You really should stop yourself from thinking. Anything. But you had no choice, the corridors were quiet, the inside of your brain was not. Hm, so if the corridors were louder than the inside of your brain, you wouldn't have been thinking much.

Mission number one: Kill the silence.

Mission number two: Get Mujin to fuck you.

When you reached your door -which was not a long way from the elevator- you turned around with your room card in your hand. You pointed behind the door with it, "Would you want to come inside?" you asked. It was just a kind offer. Like, it would be rude not to after he took care of you all night. Right?

Behind that stone face, Mujin was weighing pros and cons about coming in. You read the uncertainty from his body language, it was a good sign for you. It meant that he was considering it. So before giving him a room to reject, you tried some more. "Like I said, I'm your assistant today. " You looked up at him with your doe-looking eyes before continuing. “And as your good assistant I could give you some sodas to help you with your hangover tomorrow."

Mission number one: Kill the silence. Check.

He smirked, it was pretty obvious if someone were to have a bad hangover tomorrow, it wasn't him.

"It’s past midnight." he said. You are no longer my fake assistant, he meant.

You couldn't help but rolled your eyes. "I'm no Cinderella, Mujin. I can still pretend." You whispered the last sentence close to his face as if it was a secret.

No matter him looking down, you caught the smile he was trying to hide. Whit that, you knew he was going to keep following you as you opened the door and get inside. You stepped in your room and checked him from the top of your shoulder, trying not to make it obvious. Seeing him right behind you, a victory smile bloomed on your lips. As he closed the door you hang your bag and coat on the hanger.

You finally had him alone, all to yourself, but you still had one more mission.

You turned around and get behind him. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you asked for his permission. "Can I?" he gave you a small nod. Holding his long black coat from behind, you pulled it off his body. Touching his muscled arm through it, you felt his warmth as much as you can. While you hanged his coat next to yours he walked to your window and light up a cigarette.

You gulped. What were you going to do next?

While the tail of your long dress brushed the non-existing dust off your floor you walked up to Mujin. Slowly, step by step as he watched the city through the big window. You were nervous. When you stood next to him you felt the air tensing. Checking him from the corner of your eyes you realized him doing the same. Smiling softly, "Can I have some?" you asked.

Without waiting, he took the cigarette box out of his pocket. Opening the box with a swift hand movement, he held it out for you. You looked at the cigarettes then the one between his lips. It was clear as day which one you would prefer. With a quick decision you stole the stick from his lips. Your index and middle finger wrapped around it and you looked in his eyes as you inhaled your first blow. He lifted his left brow. You waited for him to give you a reaction, he didn't give you the satisfaction. Instead, he took another cigarette from the box, unbothered.

You wanted to roll your eyes, hold his arms and shake him. Scream into his face what is wrong with you?

Lighting up his cigarette, "Don't" he said.

A frown appeared on your face, "What?"

While turning his body to you he watched your expression. "I won’t touch you while you're in this state."

Your mouth felt dry. His words were too direct. There was an uneasy feeling in your stomach. But your guts kept telling you to push it. Push him to his limits where he can no larger reject.

After all, you knew. There is no state that you could be in where you would regret his touch on your skin. And oh, he knew it too.

Listening to your guts, you took a step forward. “Okay then,” you murmured. Your free hand finding his belt, “just let me touch you,” you testes the waters as you felt him hardening with the back of your fingers.

"You're playing a dangerous game. Don't." he repeated, this time he looked right into your eyes.

"Dangerous? Isn't it what we do for living?" you argued. You weren't lying, were you?

You slowly got on your knees while looking up at him so submissively, it was over for him.

Mission number two: Get Mujin to fuck you. Check.

[zeynsdiary]

okay hear me out guys, what if, listen to me, what if i tell you guys i’m writing a mujin x reader smut.

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