#mm drabble

[serede986]

Hi! Absolutely loved your Juju and ties post! Can you write Jumin x MC where she works for him and she finds him "lost in the wild" (commoner's neighborhood, I don't know why he can't just call Driver Kim) and she feels in the obligation of looking out for him because he is so clueless and easy to trick? (and she reluctantly falls in love because he is so adorable?) Thanks!

Lost and Confused (Jumin)

Hi nonny san! So glad you liked the HC 🥰This honestly is a very cute request cause clueless and confused Jumin is the cutest thing in the world fjfjjdsofks I mean imagine him being just a little nervous and looking around and playing with the cufflinks and hhhhhhhhhh

Okay enough fangirling fjfdkanfn. Hope you enjoy. Please feel free to ask for a rewrite.

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Closing the door behind you, you walked down the street towards the bakery with the intention of buying some macarons to treat yourself for the week. While on the way, you spot a very familiar man, eyeing the area with much suspicion in his eyes.

His fingers fidgeted with his sleeves, feet tapping the ground in a pattern of impatience. Is he lost?

"Greetings Mr. Han, never thought I'd see you here.."

"Ahh Ms. MC, glad to see you," his eyes appeared brighter, a subtle frown replaced with small red on his cheeks, a smile that could ever be ignored. The red on his cheeks instantly mirrored on yours, you instantly diverged your vision at anything but his eyes.

"Do you need some assistance, Mr. Han?"

"Oh! Yes, actually I'm searching for the meow cafe, I heard it's quite a famous cafe in the town, although I couldn't locate it's whereabouts anywhere in the area.." looking around he couldn't spot anything else other than apartment complexes and houses.

Oh this poor soul.

The confused innocence reflects beautifully on his face, daylight shimmering through the trees, dancing as the breeze goes by.

There had been a few instances where he had called you into a meeting even when you didn't have any work related to the meeting. You tried not to think much of it, considering it was just a part of your training but, now that I think of it...

"I want you to be beside me.."

"Huh?!" That almost scared you, embarrassed to zone out on him.

He raised his eyebrows before speaking "Aren't you leading the way?"

"S-sure am Mr. Han.." you nodded, smiling sheepishly.

You walked with him to a small cat cafe, tucked behind the plants, beside an alleyway, currently being resided by a black cat, staring at both of you while you entered the cafe. A small 'ding' echoed, signalling your presence. Small meows and chatter surrounded the room.

A ginger cat walked towards the both of you, rubbing herself through your legs.

Jumin proceeded to pick her up, rubbing her head slowly, making her purr almost instantly.

This.. somehow feels like something out of your imagination, something you never imagined him to look like. So soft, and so utterly precious. Something you could never imagine while working together with him. Something you'd be running your mind for, wishing to see that precious every day.

After playing with the cats for a while, you both took a table, tucked in the corner, ordering your beverages on the way.

"There's another cat cafe that I'd like to visit in some other area, would you be interested in visiting it with me, MC?" He looked into your eyes, his demeanor even more confident than before, but somehow holding a soft smile.

You gasped lowly, looking away as your cheeks heated up. There was a certain excitement in your chest, jumping to get out.

"Yes" you muttered low, your fingers fidgeting under the table.

"I hope Saturday afternoon doesn't interfere with your schedule," he said, quickly making your blush return to your cheeks.

Goddamit Jumin, what's with that fucking smile?!

"Ahh ugh! N-no, no it does not. Or rather, I'd be glad to!"

His eyes widened, before settling back into a smile.

Do.. you think of me just as often as I think about you, Mr. Han?

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(^._.^)ﾉ

I really hope you enjoyed, have a good day!

[frekydeki]

Consider this, my friends

Kim Jihyun smothering you with affection from across the club with only his mint eyes shadowed over in a look you never see. He is lounging at a large circular table with Jumin and Yoosung chatting, and you are perched at the bar, sandwiched between Zen and Jaehee, waiting for your drinks. Realize how Zen’s talking is drowned out as you concentrate on Jihyun’s tongue tracing his top lip before sucking in his bottom lip and biting down ever so slightly... His gaze is intense, a smirk permanent on his lips, his jaw-length hair being pushed back by his hand before it falls back down tickle the sharp line of his jaw. The look in his eye, the color of them, is screaming how he is dominating you, undressing you and fucking you on that bar with just his eyes; you almost feel like your drowning in the way his mouth is nearly dripping with lust for you... And you can’t help but notice the way your mint haired boyfriends lips curve up ever so slightly, the way his face is making you wonder just what is going through his head; what sort of things is he imagining while letting those hungry eyes trace the curves of your body?

Little do you know, Jihyun has abandoned his caution. He’s thrown away his hesitation, and tonight, you’re going to experience a Kim Jihyun you never knew existed. He’s been a gentle boyfriend to you, he’s been careful to not take it too far with you, he’s always afraid you’ll shatter under his touch; not because of Rika anymore, but because you are so damn innocent. You taste so sweetly, he was once scared to have you discover a little devil on your shoulder. But tonight... Well... Something is just different. In that club, the base of the loud music rumbling through his chest, his devil is awake and staring at you through his eyes; he wants to devour you. He wants to push up the trim of your short, tight dress, and coax his name out of you with his tongue. He can’ t help but grin as you blush under his gaze, and he can only imagine how wet you’ll be for him when you get home. Tonight, he wants be shameless, and own every inch of you, while you own every piece of him. 

He wants to yank at the bow on the back of your neck, and watch that red fabric whisper to the floor. He wants to take your wrists and tie them above your head, but he also wants to feel your hands pulling at his hair as he pours his love into your with every moan. He’s going to press you into the sheets tonight, he’s going to put your legs on his shoulders and stare into your eyes as he takes up every inch of you. Maybe, he’ll even take you from behind; hell, will he even be able to wait until he gets you to the bed? His mouth waters even more as he imagines pressing you up against the wall, and taking you then and there... No... He wants to do a color study of your skin under the moonlight filtering through his bedroom windows in contrast to those black sheets.

Your lips stretch into a smile sent towards Zen before you take a sip of your drink; Jihyun isn’t a jealous man but... He has half a mind to march over to you and reminding everyone in that club just who’s girlfriend you are. Those lips... Maybe you’ll even spend a little bit of your night bruising your knees. That dark shade of lip stick coaxes a moan to nearly spit out of Jihyun as he imagines them wrapped around his length, your teary eyes staring up at him, pleading him to enjoy every flick of your tongue and movement of your neck. 

You cast your eyes back onto him, and he can see your breath catch in your throat. He smirks at you and beckons you to him with a flick of his fingers. Obediently, you collect your drink and saunter to him with your eyes deepening with the flashing lights. You stop in front of him, only bending to put your ear next to his mouth when he flicks his chin at you. 

“Why don’t we head home?” You raise your eyebrows. 

“So soon?” You coo back to him. His breath trickles down your neck as he tangles his hand up into your hair and pushes your jawline to his lips, where he traces gentle kisses to your ear and lowly growls,

“I can’t wait to share with you what I’ve been thinking.” Goosebumps and chills run across your skin despite it being so hot. You meet his eyes, your core tightening again, and then nod. “Good.” He stands and says his goodbye’s to the rest at the table. His hand snakes around your waist and presses you to his hot body. He leans down and says into your ear, “You won’t be getting much sleep tonight.”

Keep in mind, Jihyun doesn’t lie anymore, and tonight isn’t an exception. 

[choisgirls]

Birthday Wishes

A/N: HEY, YOU THOUGHT I FORGOT ABOUT THE TWINS’ BIRTHDAY? WELL YOU WERE WRONG how in the world could I forget when I’ve been blessed to only be born 9 days apart? 

ANYWAY! I wrote a little something and finished at about mmm 1 am (6/11/18), now, I couldn’t tell you if it’s any good but it’s SOMETHING, and it happens to take place after Saeran’s route- or rather a version of what I wish would happen after his route. I hope you enjoy it either way! ^^

The car couldn't drive fast enough.

He was nervous, afraid- but his mind had this intense, gleeful grip on his heart as it started to race. He had been working- no, THEY have been working towards this day for a long time. All the research, long nights, stress and hyper emotions all came down to this moment, and it couldn't be any sweeter.

The car halted to a stop, but he threw the car door open and stumbled out before it even had a chance to pull into park.

This place was in no way easy to find- it was off the grid, literally. There were no electronic traces, and quite honestly the only way he was able to find the place on a map was by a stroke of luck that the camera overview got a glimpse of a corner of the roof. He followed trail after trail, hitting dozens of dead ends and more than his fair share of frustrations. Today was the day that all the work would hopefully pay off- he wasn't even sure what day, month, or season it was anymore, and quite frankly he did not care.

His foot hit the dirt, coating his shoes in a thin layer of dust as he ran towards the door. In front of him was some sort of run down, abandoned shack; the paint was faded and chipped, everything looking as though one rough breeze could knock the entire thing down to shambles.

He ignored the frantic calls from the armed guards that followed behind him, all thoughts of his own safety being thrown into the wind as he pushed forward. Dropping low beside the door, he pulled his own gun from the holster against his hip, taking in a deep breath before testing the door to see if it was unlocked. His backup surrounded the building, guarding any sort of exit there may be tucked away underneath the surrounding brush.

CRACK-

The wood around the lock splintered under the force of his kick, causing the door to swing wide open. In an instant, his gun scanned around the room, following his eyes.

His heart rate suddenly started to speed up, though he felt as though the entire thing dropped to the floor.

The room was empty.

A quick sweep through all the rooms show that they were empty as well, save for a few signs that there was life there not too long ago. Internally he started to panic- was he wrong? Did he have the wrong place? Perhaps he was too late and they had relocated; What if he was too late and they decided they didn't feel like playing the game anymore? What fun is playing cat and mouse if the mouse takes off? His hand ran through his hair a few times, it was a nervous reaction and he wasn't sure how else he was supposed to cope.

Then he heard it.

A loud thump came from a supply closet across the room. Carefully, he threw the door open and pointed his gun into the emptiness; Nothing seemed knocked over and it very obviously was empty. He stood there a moment, obviously confused- until he hear another thud underneath the carpet.

Without wasting time, he searched for an opening, finding a piece of carpet that was loose and ripping it up and grabbing a hanger from above him to pry open the wooden square hidden beneath. He called over one of the guards and demanded their flashlight, using it to see the empty room underneath the shack before lowering himself in the dark.

The light swept over dirt, cobwebs, broken boxes and splatters of blood- all of which did nothing to ease his worries. He came to a stop when his light swept over something shiny; Out of the corner of his eye, he saw shackles dangling from the ceiling- or rather, the floorboards? Turning quickly, he could see a body within the metal bonds and the glimpse of bright red hair caused him to run straight to it.

"Saeyoung? Saeyoung!" He called, grabbing his face in his hands and tapping his cheeks lightly, "Saeyoung, can you hear me?"

"S-Saeran...?" he whispered bleakly- he sounded weak and broken. In the past, Saeran would have felt nothing but bliss by hearing this tone of voice- now it terrified him.

"Hey, yeah, it's me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I couldn't get to you. I'm... I'm still upset with you, but if you die here then I have no chance to get over it. Come on, we should go." He held his hand out behind him, waiting for the guards who had followed him to hand over the pair of bolt cutters they brought along to cut his brother down.

Once he was free, Saeyoung's hands gripped the front of Saeran's shirt as he attempted to stand on his own. The two of them locked eyes, feeling mixed and suppressed emotions bubble up as the both of their eyes started to mist over and they both shared strained smiles.

"Saeran..." his brother started, "How long have I been gone? What.... what day is it?" he struggled to get out, wincing in pain as he draped an arm around his twin's shoulders.

"A while. It's June 11th."

"Heh..." Saeyoung hung his head a moment before turning to Saeran with a weak, but genuine smile accompanying a gentle side hug. Saeran stared at him a moment, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly as he let out a gentle chuckle of his own.

"Happy birthday, brother."

[ellygoesnyooom]

Sup, I really love your blog, since I saw your requests are open, I would very much like to request Jumin fluff, if it's not too bothering of course :)

Fluff? A bother? Oh, heck no, I love me some fluffy writing. It’s short and quick, but I hope you like it~!

“Ow!” You gasped out as you were munching on a bag of pretzels. Jumin glanced up at your voice from the other side of the bed, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you okay, love?”

“I bit my lip,” you pouted, sticking out your bottom lip slightly. “Kiss it better?” A smirk spread across his lips as his eyes flitted between your lips and eyes.

“Hmm… you bit your lip, huh?” You nodded sadly, putting on your best puppy eyes as you silently begged for a kiss. In reality, you hadn’t actually bit your lip. You were eating pretzels, but you had not bitten your lip. The pretzels made it seem more plausible, and Jumin seemed to be buying it as he set his book down on the nightstand after dog-earring the page. “Well, I supposeI should kiss you better?”

“Yes, please~” You sat up, putting the bag of pretzels on the nightstand for later as Jumin’s arms slipped around your shoulders, pulling you to him. He ducked his head down until his lips just barely grazed yours. You tried to connect them, but he pulled away slightly, leaving you to fall just short of your kiss. You sent him a glare. “Jumin, my lip hurts! Please!”

“But wouldn’t me kissing it make it feel worse if it is still tender?” Was he seeing through your charade? You didn’t think so, so you continued to play along. You wanted a kiss, and you would get one either way.

“No, your lips are like medicine!” He chuckled softly before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours softly. You both let out a sigh of content as you kissed, his hand reaching around to cup the back of your neck. It was an amazing kiss, and you wanted more.

You let out a squeal when you felt his teeth dig into your bottom lip and tug lightly before he pulled away, licking his lips. “There, now your lip has actually been bitten.” He winked at you before grabbing his book and reopening it, leaving you a flustered mess beside him.

[cgleome]

While You Were Sleeping

A little drabble about Jumin watching MC sleep when she is at his house.

Warning: Smut, Solo

It had been a strange day to say the least. Elizabeth 3rd was missing and now MC was in his room. In his bed no less. Watching her sleep took his mind off his troubles. He didn’t have to think about Elizabeth 3rd or that awful woman or his father or anything else when he looked at her. Jumin took his time and tried to memorize every detail of her.

Jumin was just admiring the curve of her spine as she lay on her side when MC rolled over onto her back. She had been facing away from him until that moment but now he could look at her face as well as other parts of her body.

Jumin studies her face for some time before he turned his attention to her arm. His princess had moved her arm above her head so he could carefully examine her hand and arm. His gaze slowly moved down to her neck and chest.

Jumin had ordered a nightgown for her of course. Even if they could not go out, he couldn’t expect a lady to sleep in her clothing. It would be far too uncomfortable and rather unsanitary, at least to Jumin’s way of thinking.

He admired the way the lace trim complimented her skin tone. It was so tempting to reach down and touch it but of course he refrained. His gaze moved down to the silk below the lace and it was then that he noticed her nipple pressed against the silk. The cold in the room must have reached her and the polite thing to do would be to cover her. Still Jumin resisted. He bit his lip as he looked and imagined what it would feel like to run his finger over that hard bud. The firmness of it contrasted with the cool silk…

Jumin’s hand moved but hesitated above her body. He was conflicted between touching her chest and covering her up. He had never felt so out of control in his life. He could not believe he was reduced to this. He knew how wrong this was and he hated himself for it but still he also could not bring himself to do the right thing.

Using his last once of strength, Jumin bit his lip even to keep from screaming. With a quick movement he covered her up and fled to the bathroom.

As Jumin closed the door, he prayed that MC had not heard him. He was certain she would think he was sick and may come to look for him. That was not something he could handle now.

Jumin rested one arm on the wall above the toilet while his other hand fumbled with his fly. He could not free himself quickly enough from his pants and once his long hard cock was freed, Jumin grabbed it and began to stroke hard and fast. The hand that had rested on the wall moved to his mouth as he bit down to keep himself from crying out. He used the sleeve of his suite to muffle his heavy breathing as he frantically worked his cock. His whole body trembled as he thought the lewdest things about the woman in his bed. He imagined what it would feel like to caress her breast through the silk of her nightgown. It would be so simple to pull that fabric away. He could slide the strap from her shoulder and move the silk down. Then he could touch her smooth skin, bring his lips to her nipple, make her cry out…

When Jumin imagined his lady’s cries, he lost himself. His hips thrust back and forth as seed spilled into the toilet from the billionaire’s hard cock. His teeth bit the fabric of his jacket to muffle his cries. His vision went blank and for a moment he felt relief flood his body. It was short-lived however. He knew that MC was still so close. He knew that it would be a simple matter to kiss and touch her. He truly believed that he could make her want him. He would touch and kiss her however she wished for as long as she needed until she cried out for him. Still a part of Jumin knew this was wrong. He needed to wait for her. MC deserved to be courted properly. Furthermore they would need to take their time to form a lasting bond. Jumin wanted more than to take her in a fit of blind lust and he swore he would give her as long as she needed before consummating their love.

Taking a deep breath, Jumin began to fix his pants. He needed to go back out before MC woke and wondered where he went. The billionaire had never fought so hard to keep control of himself but yet he knew now that it mattered more than ever to do so.

[mc-and-elise]

ah I'm sorry I meant 47 for drabble - 47 Zen anon

47. “D-don’t do that with your lips.” 

(It’s ok Anon! I thought that’s what you meant! ^*^)

You were eating an ice pop. It was a hot summer day, and you had bought some ice pops. Zen had just got home, and was staring at you nonstop.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” You asked, sucking on the ice pop.

“That. D-Don’t do that with your lips.” He stuttered, blushing deeply.

“What? Suck on this ice pop?” You smirked, watching him get redder.

“Do you want me to unleash The Beast?!”

[galindadaae]

YES I WANT TO SEE YOUR WRITING! MM “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” because I love pain

OK I FINISHED IT!!!!! It might be really bad and please don’t judge because this is the first time I’ve ever written MM, although I have read quite a bit of it! Here we go….

It had all begun innocently enough,with Matthew driving the car back to Downton in order to usher the rest of theCrawley family to the hospital in order to meet the heir’s newborn heir. Thenew family had decided on the name George, and were still squabbling about whathis middle name should be (Matthew wanted his chap to be named after Robert orTom, while Mary was insisting that their son’s middle name should be Matthewfor he looked just like his father, with eyes blue as the sky on a summer day).

The problem arrived when Matthewtook a hairpin turn on the way back to the Abbey a bit too fast (or a lot toofast, he had a son! And was quite rightly exuberant because of that fact) whena lorry came from the opposite direction, hitting the driver’s side and pushingthe entire car into the embankment on the other side of road.

Mary, was blissfully unaware ofthis when Isobel came into her hospital room two hours later.

“Oh Isobel, where is Matthew andthe rest of the family? I should have thought they would be back by now!” Shesaid this while making different faces at the newly named George in an attemptto make him giggle or smile.

Isobel, in contrast, was slowingwalking towards Mary’s bedside and sitting in the chair Matthew had occupiedonly a couple of hours before. “My dear, please stay calm, if not for your sakethen for your son’s…”

“Isobel?” Mary pressed, confusedbut instantly worried. “What’s wrong? Is something wrong with my son?” Hervoice was quickly raising.

“George is fine. Mary, Matthew has….been in an accident.” Isobel heard her daughter-in-law’s ragged intake of air. “Hewas hit by a lorry on his way back to Downton. He is alive, but he’s not….wellyou see, he’s not waking up.” Mary’s hand flew to her mouth as a sob torethrough her throat.

“Isobel, please, take me to see myhusband. I can’t bear to think of him without me when he must need me soterribly.” Mary’s face was red and the tears were beginning to slip from herface onto her gown.

“Mary, you’re so weak-”

“Please, Isobel,” Mary implored,and after shedding a few tears of her own, the new grandmother nodded her head.

After a bit of maneuvering, Marywas placed in a wheelchair and eventually made her way to be placed next to herhusband, looking to the world as if he was simply asleep, asides from thebandage wrapped around his forehead.

Mary reached a shaking hand out forher husband, and laid it on top of one of his while her other ran its fingersthrough his hair, oily from the dirt, and, unfortunately for Mary, the blood.Yet more tears streamed down her face as she was confronted with the extent ofher dear husband’s injuries.

“My darling,” she began in awhisper, “You need to wake up, because Ican’t do this without you. George needs you.” Her voice broke. “He needshis Papa.” And for the first time since the Great War, she began to pray.

Mary stayed by his side, recovering from giving birth to their son next to her husband, for the next five days. She insisted she remain by hisside even when her entire family encouraged her to come home. George stayed atthe hospital with his parents, and Mary would often tell Matthew of their son’sdevelopments each day, with one hand always on top of his.

She did this every day, until oneday Matthew’s fingers tightened on hers. She looked up quicker than she thoughtpossible, but Matthew’s eyes were closed. “Matthew?”

She called for a nurse and put herear near his mouth. He sighed and she barely heard him whisper “My darling…”           

And Mary knew he would bealright.

[serede986]

can i ask,,,, blanket hogging with ge saeran,,,,

Thank you so much for the request! This is more of a drabble. I'm still not confident with Saeran but I hope you like this! Feel free to ask for a rewrite! ＼（○＾ω＾○）／

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"Haa.. Why can't I go back to sleep? Ahh it's too cold!" you thought to yourself, rolling to a new position.

"ughhh.." letting out an incoherent sound, you slowly opened your eyes to a dark room, partly lit by the moonlight shining through the windows. You failed your arms around you, gasping lightly at the lack of covering.

Sitting up, you looked around, thinking if the blanket fell off the bed. 

Looking to your right, you saw the blanket, pink and white strands peeping out from the top. Lashes softly resting on what could be those cheeks you love to kiss every so often.

You do not wish to wake your bean up, but you worked all day yesterday completing your assignments and catching up with school work, so you were pretty tired and longed for a good sleep.

An idea immediately popped in your head. You lifted the blanket from your side and laid beside him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and sliding one leg between his'.

"Mhmm.." he mumbled, your eyes snapped to his. You sighed, happy to find them closed.

Nuzzling your head into his chest, you smiled. A warmth better than anything. 

Arms wrapped around you, once again snapping your eyes open. He pulled you closer, snaking his fingers in your hair, caressing. You felt a few pecks on your head before you drifted into a sweet and warm slumber. (´∀｀)