#Mujin made me realize so many things man

[flameshadowwolf]

He’s so insane for this bullshit

[mynamefreak]

Heya! So glad that you write for My Name! 😍

What would you think about a Choi Mujin x Taeju's sister story? I don't know how you stand on older man x younger reader, so if you don't feel like it that's fine. :)

If you do, pepper in a juicy bit of smut? That man just does things to my head and insides that's absolutely blasphemous, haha!

He doesn't need to know

Pairing: Choi Mu-jin x f! Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: Being Tae-ju's sister didn't have to mean being part of Dongcheon. Even so, one day you finally met his boss. As time went on, you began to enjoy Choi Mu-jin's company more and more. One day trying to cool down his harsh behavior, things go further than you might think.

Requested?: Yes

Warnings: smut 18+, dom! Mu-jin, oral sex, unprotected sex, spanking, creampie, age gap, daddy kink.

A/n: I need holy water.

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Tae-ju. Your older brother always seemed so serious. However, looking at his position, could you really be surprised? You thought you didn't know anyone as serious as him. You realized how wrong you were only when you met his boss.

When you first came into contact with Mu-jin, you had mixed feelings. Honestly, all you could say about him was that he was a serious guy with a high reputation. Always with that dark, serious expression. However, despite his older age and... weird hobby, you couldn't deny that he was damn attractive.

With few years, you saw the man more and more willingly, and he reacted more willingly to your presence. One day your conversation was interrupted by his important matters. He told you you'd be done with the conversation when he got back. So you waited.

- Shit!

The loud sound of the door opening made you twitch with fear. Silently, you watched as Mu-jin burst through the door, tearing his shirt aggressively, grabbing his alcohol and starting to drink. Soon after, he threw his glass down and started talking to your older brother about something. Soon Tae-ju left the room, leaving you alone with upset boss.

You watched him pacing aggressively around the room, snarling. You walked slowly towards him.

- Mu-jin...

You put your hand on his shoulder and he pulled away nervously from your touch.

- Mu-jin, I know you're nervous, but-

- You don't know shit!

*SLAP*

You fell to the floor with pain in your cheek. The man walked over to the desk and leaned against it, sighing.

- How the fuck am I supposed to be calm?

Maybe there was something wrong with you. You may have been a complete freak, but... the thought of a nervous, wild Mu-jin with his shirt unbuttoned casually and a strand of gray-black hair falling over his forehead made your spine shiver. And the way he slapped you like animal... Something weird made you want more. But in a more... intimate way. Something always made that older man drive you crazy.

He sat down at his desk, sipping alcohol, nervous. You got up from the ground and walked over to him again, turning the chair towards you. Unsure, you tangled your fingers in his hair, making him look at you immediately.

- Maybe I don't know, but I've been faithful to you for so many years... I want to help you somehow.

You looked blindly at each other with a strange mixture of feelings. In his eyes you could see the aggression and anger associated with... desire.

Hurriedly, he pulled you closer, causing you to drop to his lap.

- Mu-jin-

- Have you always been so faithful? Huh? Just because your brother is a trusted helper doesn't mean you are, kid. How do I know it's not you reporting me to the cops?

Nervously and decently, he tugged at your hair, bringing your face closer to him, so that your gazes were as close as possible.

- How do I know it's not you who want to destroy my whole organization? - he whispered with a fierce look, bringing your face to his irritatingly.

You swallowed hard, not knowing what to feel.

- My brother trusts you and you trust him. During this time, I tried to make you trust me too. If I wanted to do something to you, I would definitely not be here anymore.

You got up from his lap, moving to the window, pretending you were watching the view. In the reflection you watched Mu-jin get up impetuously from his chair and tearing off his shirt completely coming towards you.

You turned to look at him with a haughty look. He has seamlessly crushed your confidence by grabbing your thighs, lifting you and wrapping your legs around his body.

You quickly folded your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance. With slightly widened eyes, you watched as Mr. Choi, with his chest pressed against yours, was now inches from you. He placed a hungry kiss on your lips, causing you to gasp lightly in his. Slipping his hand under your shirt against your back with a cool hand, he made you twitch, sinking even farther towards him.

He moved away from you, leaving you hungry, infecting you with his lust.

- I can only guess how dirty your thoughts are at the moment.

You wondered how pathetic you must have looked now, a horny twenty-year-old overwhelmed by her brother's boss. Now you have a mental picture of how the man in front of you is fucking you against this wall.

- Fuck... - You whispered delighted with the view you had before your eyes.

He slipped one hand under your shirt again, rubbing his hand against your soft skin.

Without waiting any longer, you placed a hungry kiss on his lips. He followed your rhythm willingly. Your tongues dancing with each other with passion and desire. Small grunts leaving your mouth as your bodies grew hotter and hotter by friction.

He pulled away, bringing his mouth to your ear.

- How is a girl like you interested in someone like me, huh?

You put one hand on his chest, examining his muscular shapes.

- You're the hottest fifty I've ever met.

He immediately pressed against your mouth as you began to unbutton your shirt. The buttons seemed to be teasing you, making them harder and harder to undo, feeling Mu-jin's greedy hands on your body.

Finally you felt the man's hand slide out from under your shirt. With aggression he tore off the rest of the buttons and threw the shirt off of you, making you gasp. He tried to undo your bra with one hand, but with all his drive he was not doing very well. You helped him a little by unfastening your bra quickly, and he tore it off of you. A chill passed through your body as your back touched the cold glass.

You covered your chest quickly, tearing your mouth away from his to breathe. You looked down in embarrassment, panting slightly. He looked at you, slipping his hand between your arms, placing it centrally between your breasts.

- Look at me, little one.

Your eyes dutifully wandered up to meet a slightly calmer gaze.

- Don't be shy, show daddy how beautiful you are.

You slowly pulled your hands away, resting them on his neck for a little support.

You noticed how he gently licked his lip admiring the view in front of him.

- Beautiful. - he said in a low, hoarse voice, pushing his head a little lower. You flinched feeling the gentle kiss he placed near your breastbone. Teasingly, he looked up at you, passionately licking one of your hard nipples. A little moan left your mouth and you were pleased to tilt your head back against the glass.

He unbuttoned your pants with your help, taking them off you. Now you were only wearing your panties.

The man unexpectedly knelt down, throwing your legs over his shoulders. You looked down at him in surprise, and he just started to kiss your thighs.

- So fucking beautiful. - he muttered, sliding his finger under your underwear. You flinched at the sudden sensation of his cold finger.

Out of nowhere, Mu-jin took a knife from his pocket and impatiently slit open your panties, throwing them off eagerly. You looked with some regret at your favorite underwear, as he apparently noticed.

- I'll buy you a better one.

Your eyes focused back on him, staring mostly at your lower parts.

He placed a gentle, teasing kiss on your clitoris, making you moan gently as you instinctively moved your hips.

- You're impatient. - He laughed shortly and kissing the place again, looked up at you. - You want daddy to eat you out?

You nodded quickly, keeping your eyes closed.

- Answer me, princess.

- Yes please!

You felt his gentle smile on your inner thigh.

- Whose pussy is this? - he asked with an unyielding expression on his face, as if he could watch your pleas for hours.

- Yours!

- All mine.

Without holding back any longer, Mu-jin stuck his wet, warm tongue into you, causing you to bend your body forward.

- O-oh shit! - You bit your lip as you braided your hand through his hair.

Moans left your mouth at the feeling of his tongue wandering over your folds.

The sounds you made, your fingers in his hair, fueled him even more. And the way he looked at you while he licked deeper was making your toes curl.

- Shit- feels so good, daddy!

You tried to hold back loud moans so that no one outside the room had any thoughts. Feeling his tongue hitting your spot, you groaned as he sucked your clit with hunger.

- Fuck! - You moaned, feeling the coming orgasm, tightening the grip on his hair. Uncontrolled with your hand, you pushed his face deeper and clenched your thighs.

He slid his tongue out between your legs, swallowing your fluids.

- You're fucking delicious.

He placed a short kiss on your thigh, then let you slide off his shoulders.

You were panting with pleasure, leaning against the wall, still sitting on the floor. You were surprised by the sound of an unbuckling belt. You looked up as you saw Mu-jin unbutton his pants, sliding them down with lust.

Surprising him a little, you knelt quickly in front of him, grabbing the corner of his boxers. He gave you a curious look and you were just fluttering your eyelashes trying to look as inviting as possible.

- Why are you looking at me like that? I just want to suck your dick ~

He briefly raised his arms in a helpless gesture in agreement.

- So desperate for Daddy, ain't you? - He lifted your chin for a moment, looking at your almost pathetic stature. - Go ahead, princess. Do what you need.

Encouraged you slipped his boxers off, not too fast to tease him a bit. However, not wanting to upset him further, your goal was to de-stress, you did it reasonably well.

You licked your lip as a hard, big cock slipped out from beneath the fabric, dripping with precum. A smile formed on your face as you placed a soft lick on the tip of his member. You wanted to see that he really wanted it. But you weren't expecting a man's reflex to dig deeper into your mouth. You realized that it was not your role to tease.

You obediently let his cock slide deeper, finally feeling it against your throat. Thinking how much you wanted to show him that you weren't weak, you started moving your head. Good feeling and encouragement passed over you when you heard the growl leaving his mouth. Your mouth around his member, listening to him groan at you.

Unable to hold it, he threaded his fingers into your curls, firmly digging deeper into your throat. You felt little tears form in your eyes. You continued taking his big cock in and out. Your tongue further stimulates his cock, feeling the grip on your hair tighten. Despite your closed eyes, you could feel his eyes on you. You felt him looking at you, your face taking his cock so good.

- Mgh- doing so good for daddy. That's my good girl. - He said making you whimper around his dick as you drooled it while moving your head back and forth.

A panting mixed with little growls and groans was heard in the room. Each of his words making you feel hotter. With each subsequent move, you could feel his member sticking in and out. As you were moving your head, you felt his cock tremble. With a final loud groan, he jerked his hips against your face, making you whimper again. You let him cum down your throat. You felt a warm, spicy liquid in your mouth. Without hesitating, you swallowed the sperm, slowly slipping his dick out of your mouth, slowly sucking every inch of it one last time.

Aggressively he put his thumb in your mouth, opening it wide to make sure you swallowed everything.

- Good girl.

You got up, looking at him, waiting for his move. He didn't keep you waiting long.

He turned you over, pushing you against the glass. You shuddered at the re-contact with the cold glass, in addition to feeling his hands begin to move over your body. Warm hands, caressing your skin, traveling from one point to another. You twitched at the feeling of his breath against your back. He placed a gentle but hungry kiss on your shoulder as he moved closer to your ear.

- Something wrong, princess? - He asked, groping your ass, reaching your breast with the other hand.

- Please daddy~ you groaned feeling his tip rub irritatingly against your ass.

- What do you want?

- You. - you said softly, biting your lip from the feeling of his hand on your butt.

- Louder, darling.

- I need you!

*SLAP*

You hissed with pleasure, feeling the mark on your ass.

- Teasing me? Not nice, princess.

You knew that he will take advantage of your previous behavior.

- You need to try a little harder.

- Please, daddy! Fuck me until I can't walk!

*SLAP*

You were spanked obediently, waiting for you to deserve to be fucked.

- How bad do you want Daddy? - He placed a kiss on your neck, making you tilt your head.

- I want you so bad! Please daddy fuck me! I've waited so long for this!

Your breath stopped as you felt his length filling you. His fingers soothingly tracing your back. He gave you a brief moment to assimilate his cock, finally starting to move, making you gasp at first. The thick and slippery length began to dig into you, and he tightened his hand on your butt, making you moan.

- Daddy, fuck!

His hips hitting your ass.

His actions maked your breathing faster. Pulling out, he slammed back in roughly, making you moan his name with pleasure. He felt like a god. Having a woman like this wrapped around his cock, moaning and choking with every thrust. Every now and then he hit your ass, squeezing it tight.

- Ah yes! Right there! Right there!

The harder and harder thrusts made you loud and you couldn't hold back your noises anymore.

- Please, touch me, daddy. - you groaned pleadingly. Eagerly his hand grabbed one of your tits, groping it passionately while his dick was still stretching your walls. You panted against the glass, making it steam. The beautiful view outside the window was not even half as interesting as seeing Mu-jin fucking you from behind.

- Agh- Shit princess, doing so good for daddy. Taking my cock so well.

His words maked you whimper as you felt his hand start to stimulate you further, rubbing your clit.

- Yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck!

You looked over your shoulder at what he was doing to you, wishing you could have seen him fuck you better. Those sexy, disheveled, gray-black tufts of hair falling over his forehead, perfectly sculpted body, handsome features. Shit, you shivered at the thought that this was the man who was fucking you in his penthouse, treating you like a deity. And he looked at you with such passion and love. The way your tits bounced with every thrust, the way his name left your mouth.

He began to feel you starting to tighten around his length.

- Shit- Are you close, princess?

- Yes daddy! Ah!

You could feel the coming orgasm when you finally felt the climax. Bliss and pleasure burst out in you suddenly as you let out your last moan. You could feel he was close too.

- Cum inside me. - you breathed encouragingly, continuing to follow his rhythm.

After another more sharp and careless thrust, you felt a twitch and waited for him to reach his peak.

- Ngh- fuck- he gritted his teeth, and you felt him letting warm cum into you. You groaned at the last thrust as he gripped your hips, resting his forehead against your back. You both panted, enjoying the event. He finally slipped out of you, dripping a little on the floor. You turned to look at him and he moved closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies.

He kissed you passionately, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. You smiled as you felt his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck to prop up yourself. Pulling away, he looked at you, brushing your hair back.

- My good girl.

Making you gasp, he picked you up and walked quickly to the couch with you. He sat down, with you on his lap looking at him in shock.

- Ride me, princess.

You widened your eyes, feeling the red spread even more across your face.

- W-what?

- Ride me. You deserve it.

You leaned your chest against him so that your tits were against his chest and you looked at him pleased. It might take a while.

And you, deep down, hoped your brother wouldn't find out about it. After all, he doesn't need to know.

~MNF

[dreamingcellardoor]

Day 8:

For @bridges-you-cross​ who asked for:

Hi, I'd like to make a 12 Days of Christmas request, please! Prompts 2 and 22 for Sun/Chang-ge. Thank you!

Both of which are perfect for these two, but I went with 22.

22. Character A loses a bet and has to wear a different ugly Christmas sweater every day till Christmas. Character B works at a clothes store.

The moment Changge saw the newest shipment of Christmas sweater, she said, "we should save time and just send these off to charity."

Because the profit they were going to make off them (probably zero, if they were lucky) isn't going to be worth the work put into tagging and folding all of them.

But Mimi just shoved a box at her and told her to start doing her job with a huff.

So Changge dutifully tagged all the garish sweaters and folded them neatly and even displayed the best looking one (which was still a monstrosity) on a manequin as attractively as possible (she could say with confidence that it was better looking than a cockroach).

Imagine her surprise then, when Ashina Sun of all people came in and started picking them out. Changge watched in dismay ashe went through the display thoughtfully, picking out sweater, after sweater, after sweater.

By the fifth one she walked over and politely asked, "do you need a basket?" She did not say 'sir' because they had been sort of friends after they teamed up in middle school to topple the control the biggest bully in the school had over its population. Needless to say, for the rest of their time in school before graduation they were respected and feared in equal measures.

He looked at the sweaters piled on his arms like some kind of multilayered, wool monster. "Sure."

Changge nodded and handed him the basket to place his sweaters in before she retreated.

She counted the number of sweaters he picked up because she wasn't sure why he needed so many (he had picked out fourteen different ones. Fourteen!).

With anyone else she would have kept her expression polite and non judgemental. But once you had displaced one of the most feared seniors and left the brat retreating with his tail between his legs there was no need to pretend she wasn't both confused and judging his choice in holiday clothing.

"Have you considered getting a hat to go with it? We also sell headbands with reindeer antlers." She pulled his basket over and started to ring up his purchases, "are you really going to wear these?"

Sun sighed at her. "Yes." He frowned at the hats and headbands displayed by the cahs register. He grimaced. "Do not tell Mujin you have these."

<I>Ah.</I>

Changge nodded and thought, <I>of course</I>.

"Let me guess," She said, her words interrupted every now and again by a beep of the machine as she scanned the sweaters. "You lost a bet?"

Sun sighed again, but it was different (more amused, maybe even releived). He said flatly, "I'm not allowed to say."

"Which is as good as a 'yes'."

There was  a short laugh and it could have been at her sarcasm or the face Changge made at the prospect of having to wrap up all these sweaters and put them into bags. Either way, Changge didn't exactly mind.

"You could have gotten sweaters just as ugly at the thrift store for less." She said plainly as she started folding the sweaters. There was a suspicious ("You think everything is suspicious!" Mimi had said) pause that made her look up.

They had known each other for years now, Ashina Sun and her. They had gone from enemies, to allies to friends  and it wasn't often that she felt Sun was capable of any sort of shame or embarassment (except for that one time when she was thirteen when he finally realized she was a girl). He had a straightforward manner and he was unrepetant in his choices and unashamed of what he said. It was the way he'd always been.

So she was surprised to find him with his face in his hand, his eyes covered but his face still visibly red.

"Is everything all right?"

"Yes." He said, "Mujin just thinks he's clever."

"...I have no idea what you are even trying to say." She said with a sigh as she folded yet another sweater. She stopped as she drummed her fingers on the sweaters. She left seven of them alone. "Take these back."

He frowned at her. He didn't clarify that he needed fourteen for the bet (she was not stupid). "Why?"

"Assuming you need to wear a different one each day...you can return these in seven days." She said simply, "then you can buy the other seven. If you buy all fourteen now you will not be able to return the last seven."

He considered what she said. Then Sun pushed the sweaters back towards her, "you've already rung them up. Besides, I wouldn't do something like wear clothing I bought then return them without a good reason."

"The fact that they are hideous and you will not wear them again seems like reason enough. What do you even plan to do with them afterwards?"

He waved a dissmissive hand, "I will think of something."

And, really, there was no changing his mind when he'd made it up so Changge didn't even try. (It was one of the endearing things about this stupid man, his unwavering decisions, his own sense of right and wrong that did not always make sense to other people but was oddly and refreshingly straight-forward).

They didn't really talk as Changge finished packing away the sweaters. Then she handed the bag to him and, for just a second their fingers brushed.

It was a brief touch and Changge thought, it was nothing.

And yet she snatched her hand back with a blush (and she thought, what was wrong with her, really?).

"Thanks." Sun said. Then frowned. "Are you all right?"

"Yes!" Changge said and she forced herself to remain calm. He didn't seem convinced (she had been sickly for a good part of her early teens, often brushing it off as nothing until the day she collapsed in the middle of an exam).

"You're not sick again, are you?" He brought a hand up to touch her forehead and she recoiled back, exasperated (and embarassed).

"I assure you, I am fine!" She huffed, "Just get out of here with your sweaters. I have work."

(But after wards, when he left she crouched down behind the counter and muttered about how stupid he was while she thought about how his hand had been warm on her skin.)