❝ lisa | masterlist | bts writer ❞
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How about a scenario where nerd oc gives jk a sex ban😏
yall rly like to watch jk suffer huh 😪
disclaimer: softcore smut(?)
"No, no," you mumble against Jungkook's lips when he reaches under your shirt, now only hovering over your breast without touching from your interruption. It isn't long before you pull away from him to see his knitted eyebrows and swollen lips forming a pout.
Every time your kisses last longer than a peck, he tries turning it into something more by shoving his tongue down your throat; hands traveling to your spine; hips grinding against yours, and after last night, you need a break. You're sore, and although you have the overwhelming urge to continue what you started, your body needs more rest than just seven hours of sleep. He gets too excited, too rough, too wild and you can still feel the aftermaths of his spent energy both internally and externally.
But he doesn't, which is why he's staring at you in confusion, like he didn't just blow your back out twice less than a day ago.
His hand slowly slips out of your shirt—technically his shirt—and you feel his fingertips trail down your stomach before he's no longer touching you. "What's wrong?" he quietly pants from not having caught his breath after your heated kiss.
You put some distance between your faces and quip, "It is 8 o'clock in the morning."
The gears are evidently still turning in his head, missing the correlation between time and foreplay. "Okay?" It's flattering that you can arouse him with the simplest of touches, but it also baffles you how his energy never runs out when it comes to sex.
"And I'm still tired from yesterday," you explain for him to take a hint.
"You don't have to do anything," he shakes his head, still wearing that cute clueless expression. "I can be gentle–"
"No, Jungkook," you chuckle at his misunderstanding. "I just need a day to recharge. I can't match your... you know."
He leans back in bewilderment, his fluffy bed hair mushing against the pillow at the action. "What?" The curiosity in his eyes warms your insides.
Lust is sometimes hard to control and can cloud your judgement. When you see his broad shoulders, his protruding collarbone, plump rosy lips, the thin blanket teasingly hiding his bare chest, you want to give him what he wants because you want it too. But unlike him, you're aware of the break your body is begging for. No matter how much you want to ignore it and let him have his way with you, you know you shouldn't. Your own arousal has to take the backseat this time.
At your silence, he probes, "What is it? Am I too sexual?"
"Yes."
The lack of hesitation in your answer catches him off guard. "So you don't like it?"
"Oh, no, no," you quickly reassure, "it isn't like that."
"Then I can continue?"
"Oh my God," you sigh and roll your eyes. "No. We are not having sex."
"What—why? I mean, I would understand if you weren't turned on or something but you keep trying to take a peek under the blanket." You stammer and blush as he continues, "Is this like a punishment or some sort of ritual?"
"You know what? Yes. It is a punishment," you ignore his comment about your inappropriate ogling. This is the only way you can turn the tables: "You are too horny."
"I think it takes two to fuck."
"Well—I don't care! You can't make any sexual advances towards me today."
He merely stares at you, unimpressed. Is he waiting for you to swallow back your words? You hold your stance and look right back at him, though his bored gaze demeans your determined one. With your chin held up, you wait for him to say something.
Finally, he releases an agitated sigh and lays on his back. When he dims his eyes, it's your turn to watch him in puzzlement. It isn't until you see movement on the surface of the white sheets that it clicks.
He's jacking off right in front of you.
How does he have the audacity to ask if he's too sexual when he's doing this? The irony and shock doesn't allow you to look anywhere else other than him and what's hidden underneath the comforter. "Do you realize that you're proving my point?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to watch?" he taunts you without opening his eyes. But then he peeks an eye open to cheekily ask, "or did you want to help?"
"I said no sexual advances."
"Does taking your shirt off count?" At your instant glare, he defends, "I don't have mine on."
With a click of your tongue, you throw the blanket off yourself and undress per his request. By heaving the garment off yourself, there is nothing left to cover you. It was the only thing you wore for bed after last night's events.
His tongue swipes over his bottom lip when he, without a second's waste, takes in the sight of you lying down on your side, completely naked. The curve of your waist is enough to make him swallow hard. He admires your smooth skin even though he's touched it many times before; he wonders if you're just teasing him now. But then you cross your arms, roll your eyes and huff, "Hurry."
A quiet moan gets stuck in his throat. Okay, now he's certain you're teasing him, but clearly that isn't your intention. He likes the attitude, how you're just allowing him to devour you with his greedy eyes so he can cum, but not without throwing figurative daggers at him. "Not enjoying the show?" he says with mock pity. He is good at steadying his husky voice, but your effect on him is clear by the way he speeds up his pace. You can hear him pleasure himself now by the soft pats against his pelvis from his fist.
"I don't see anything," you snarkily state the obvious. You know you set yourself up for it when he says:
"Good. It's banned."
He ridicules you further by sighing in pleasure, and soon you have to try your best to tune out his low moans throughout this entire torture session. Maybe you should've ignored the little angel sitting on your shoulder who's nowhere to be found now.
Babe i just finished little secret and ... ughh i just love how filthy and amazing it was. New kink unlocked 😖🤧 ..will there be part 2? 👉👈 do not take pressure babe .. i just loved it. It's so underrated
omfg the way i called it disgusting before i even wrote AND posted it 😭 IM SO GLAD U LIKED IT and i have a lot of ideas for part 2 but i dunno when ill have the time to write it :( also thank you so much ❤❤
Is bully jk Charakter like his mom's?
YES. well in a lot of ways, they are similar, but jk is an evolved version of his mom 💀
Where can I find a Boyfriend like bully Jk?
Can I find one in Amazon?🤔
NO WE DO NOT WANT BULLY JK TO BE REAL AND WE DO NOT WANT TO BUY HIM HE IS TOO POWERFUL AND ... mean :(
The studying for biochemistry in your little drabble (which was so cute 🥺) hit a little too close to home because that subject is drAGGing me and I’m literally on my last life with that course 😭😭
AWW NOO HAHAH thats so fucking sad but i feel ur struggle to my very core cuz i had to find out the hard way that anything science related is NOT my forte 😭😭 bUT U GOT THIS!! biochem aint got shit on u 💪😤💯
Its my first time making a request since im SO in love with textbook couple. can i request where jungkook being a whiny pouty baby? like yn is just studying or idk doing something really serious and jungkook is wanting her attention but shes just like “babe im working~” but jungkook just being whiny and pouty and keep trying to get her attention, and she refuses to give him and then yoongi or other member come to her and she give her full attention to them and jungkook becomes more pouty and hug her like a koala and said “why are you being mean to me?? pay attention to me me , just me”, like just a wholesome fluff please but if you want to of course
i hope my first time writing your request goes well 😩😩 LESSGOOO
Biochemistry is your highest priority when it comes to doing well in a specific field. It is the most important, hard and overwhelming subject you've ever studied and you have a midterm in two weeks. Stupid cell biology, genetics and viruses... Despite paying your utmost attention throughout the entire semester, it still proves to be difficult to revise all these units in one sitting. You've been revising since last week, and you have time to memorize the entire textbook, but taking breaks feels too much of a privilege—even with Jungkook next to you.
You had told him you would be busy, but he insisted in joining you in the library, and it seems he still doesn't realize how crucial it is for you to concentrate on your notes and books scattered on the table. He is trying to strike up a conversation every chance he gets, though all you really need is silence right now.
Diagrams of molecular structures are taunting you when he looks up from his phone and says, "The Matrix Resurrections is out. We can watch it tonight, if you're not busy."
You don't hear him as you try to draw a molecule from memory; you were told to memorize specific formulas beforehand. Fucking DNA. It's so boring.
"I rewatched the first movie a couple days ago," he continues despite your lack of response. "Sometimes I wonder if you're real– if all this is real. Are people watching me have sex behind a screen?"
There are no crickets inside the building, but the occasional coughs and rustling of papers remind him of your utter silence anyway. He deeply sighs. It's entertaining to watch you study with your tongue sticking out when you're writing something, or the furrow of your brows when you're reading, but he is feeling deprived of attention. He's not one to beg, but he's growing a little needy. An involuntary pout settles on his lips.
"Hey," he gently nudges your shoulder. His tone of voice is unfamiliar: soft and whiny. "You haven't looked at me in like two hours. Talk to me."
"I'm working," you say distantly. You could barely comprehend what he said, but your response should suffice and convey that you can't spare him any time right now. But he doesn't take the hint and instead snuggles into the crook of your neck. "Jungkook..." you quietly groan. These are stressful times, and this is an incredibly rare moment that you can't enjoy right now.
His breath hits your skin and slightly tickles the sensitive spot. "I'm just asking for one minute," he pecks your shoulder.
"Not now," you gently shrug him off. You wish he had listened to you when you told him you were busy because now he's just going to get upset and keep demanding your attention that is undivided on your work.
He opens his mouth to plead, but he's interrupted by Namjoon approaching your table. He greets the both of you before glancing at your open books.
"You're studying for the midterm?" he asks and sits down next to you without taking his eyes off of your organized notes.
"Yep," you peep.
He plops his backpack on the father side of the round desk to not invade your space. "Can I join? I was just about to start."
"You have to be fucking kidding me," Jungkook mutters to himself in astonishment. He hasn't even had a dialogue this long with you this entire day and Namjoon just comes waltzing in, and you're somehow okay with it. He is slightly bashful when he asks, "You guys, um, take the same courses?"
"Just Biology," Namjoon answers for you. He shifts his chair closer to you and skims your current focus. "Oh, dude, this is like the only topic I'm good at. I aced every quiz."
"Really?" You're skeptical but let him pull the pages closer to himself. "I just need help with structures. I get the functions and everything else."
"I can help with that," he offers with a kind smile. Neither of you speak much outside of group settings, so this is somewhat refreshing. Namjoon seems friendly, and you know he's smart when he's not witnessing one of your fallouts with your boyfriend. "Can you help me with enzymology after?"
"Yeah, yeah, I was going to move onto that right after..."
Jungkook feels like he's invisible. It's like he's not sitting right next to you, although he's been here for the past what, three hours? Jealousy stirs in his heart and he's scowling and sulking in seat.
It's after Namjoon unzips his bag that he has to go to his dorm because his laptop charger's missing. Unlike you, he takes virtual notes, and he assures you he'll be right back before hurrying off. You are about to get back on track with your studies until Jungkook pokes your arm. "You are being very mean."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. Why am I being ignored?"
You take in the sight of him looking so innocent and childlike with his arms crossed, brows knitted, and bottom lip jutting out even though you know he's doing it subconsciously. It's adorable, and he doesn't intimidate you with his tone in the slightest. "I'm sorry, you know how I get when it comes to–"
"You were fine with Namjoon!" he huffs.
"That's because it was related to the midterm," you explain with a grin.
"What if it was Taehyung?"
"I would tell him to leave."
"Yoongi?"
"I'd ask him to leave."
"And Jin–"
"Jungkook," you interrupt him with a laugh and shuffle closer to him. "I'm not comfortable with distractions around me, but I don't want you to leave."
"Then why didn't you so much as glance at me?"
You take it upon yourself to free his arms and hold his hands so you can intertwine your fingers. "Baby..."
His knees feel weak even though he's not standing. That's how much you've deprived him of your affection; he's lighting up at a mere pet name, though he tries to hide your effect on him with a glare. "Don't baby me," he tightens your interlocked hands. "I've been trying to ask you out the whole fucking day."
"I'm so sorry," you mirror his pout.
"No. I want date night. Tonight."
Even his commands sound out of place. To think such a bulky guy with a sleeve of tattoos, brow piercings and chunky boots is sitting here, ordering you to take him out because he's feeling neglected despite spending every minute together.
You want to say yes, but you have to prepare another set of flashcards for tomorrow later tonight.
Thankfully, Namjoon walks in on you before you can say anything. He's holding the white cables by wrapping it around his hand. "Hey," he says, out of breath before looking for an outlet under the table. When Jungkook notices you slipping back into your manic study mode, he forces you to look at him by harshly gripping your cheeks.
"Please," he pleads, and his gaze is so soft, but the fingers digging into your cheeks make them squish because of his desperation. "I need attention."
"I-I need to study–"
"Pay attention to me," he whines quietly. "You don't want to make me sad, do you?"
Now he's playing dirty. It's not his fault; you weren't budging, so what was he supposed to do? Enable your unhealthy studying methods? He drops his hand from your face and instead clings onto your waist, bringing you to an embrace and forcing you into a close proximity. You like his cologne, he knows you do, and maybe it'll work in his favor today. He needs it to.
All you do is coo and soothingly rub his cheek, thumb running over a permanent scar as you get lost in his eyes. But it's all an act, he realizes, when you still say, "No."
"Why are you so mean to me?!" he instantly argues. Neither of you notice Namjoon standing awkwardly with his charger in hand. "You can't just come into my life, make me feel special, and then Biochemistry!"
"Yes, I can," you calmly challenge and stifle your giggle. "We can go out this weekend, but now, I'm busy and you should go to your night lecture."
"Saturday. If you go out with me on Saturday, I'll go."
"Fine."
"And Namjoon," Jungkook turns to his friend, "the outlet is right next to you, dumbass."
"Oh."
Your new scenario was
OH STOP IT HAHA TYSM
ima try to write as many requests as i can pls be patient i'm slow 😩
Oh my goodness, that scenario was so cute 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️
thank you :D ❤❤❤❤
Do you like alcohol?😊
i'm only drinking alcohol if i want to get wasted that shit tastes so bad 😭 i only like it in social events. do YOU like alcohol?
Okay Lisa, this is random but🤣🤣 what scenario would it be if Oc is being bratty for some reason and Jungkook is like “hmmm alright…. We shall see🤨😏” and smacks and grabs her ass to prove to her he’s in charge?🤭
Again so sorry that this is very random but their relationship is just so entertaining 🤣❤️
omg i totally forgot abt bratty oc we are bringing it BACK.
Jungkook has to be prepared when he goes to his lecture next week. He's studying civil procedure and has a mock trial which he can't exactly prepare for other than memorizing some laws and court terms—with which you're helping, someone who isn't studying law.
You have to admit, you learned quite a lot from doing his homework and find yourself applicable to tutor him. You sat through enough footage of court trials and wrote enough research essays about criminal law to help him, but having Jungkook as your student... you're rather glad you didn't go down the education career path.
After about an hour of quizzing him on civil law, you realized you had to teach him the glossary first. Starting from scratch is another struggle on its own.
"Okay, now define jurisdiction."
You look up from the first pages of his textbook to see him cluelessly staring at you. Another beat passes and you circle the word to go back to it later. Both of you have gone over these words multiple times, but it takes Jungkook quite a while to memorize definitions. There are more circles than untouched terms; he is behind, but you hope you have the patience to catch him up in this one week you have.
"Hearsay?" When he's silent, you pester him, "It is self-explanatory, Jungkook. You can at least guess."
He feels rather small under your scrutinizing gaze, although from what you're seeing, he is unbothered and seems to care less than you do about his own course. His chest inflates when he takes a deep breath, swallowing his nerves before answering you. "Saying something you... heard?"
"Yes. Said by who?"
To think he thought studying with you would be fun.
"The, um, witness."
"Is it admissible?"
"No?"
You nod at him, a smile growing on your face as you praise, "Good job. What's a plea?" Even you can admit your praise is underwhelming, but these are the easiest terms to memorize. He needs to take this more seriously.
"It's like, when the defendant pleads guilty or not guilty to a charge."
"What's a charge?"
"Christ woman, can we take a five?" He lets his back fall on his bed as he closes his eyes and lies under his hands. You're still sitting up when he peeks an eye open.
"No," is your firm answer. "You don't deserve a reward. Not until you at least learn twenty terms."
"A reward?" he laughs, as if taking six breaks by now have all been earned from his hard work. "You're acting like that course means jack shit. I'm not studying to become a fucking lawyer."
You roll your eyes at his enigmatic behavior. He is studious with the courses that do mean "jack shit", but it doesn't hurt him to at least pay attention when he asked you to help him. Maybe he thought it would make for a cute date or something, but you're only down for business when it comes to academics. He should know that.
With your knees bent and legs beneath you, you cross your arms. Coldly.
"You don't have anything to say? That's new," he alludes to your witty remarks from before.
"Maybe if you listened..."
He furrows his brows at you with a humoured smirk. "Are you saying I didn't? I always listen to you, I just space out sometimes."
"Yeah, when God forbid I say something that doesn't get your dick hard."
Did that really just come out of your mouth? Your eyes widen to saucers when your words register in your head, but you quickly recover to hide that you'd said that without thinking. It wasn't wrong.
Except Jungkook couldn't care less about your expression because he's too busy going hysterical with laughter. It took him by surprise for sure, but he finds it so funny to hear something like that coming from your voice; that sweet, innocent voice pointing out his sex drive like it's an insult.
When his laughter dies down a little, he lightheartedly mocks you, "Oh, she hurts. Since when do you bite back?"
"Since when do I not?" you retaliate sassily.
"Now, don't be like that," he grins, still clearly messing with you. He pats the space next to him, urging you to lie down as well. "Come on, I'll be nice."
You shake your head and look out the window to wait out his undeserved break—aside from ignoring him, of course. He's quick to catch onto your act, “I’m not going to study anymore today, so let’s just take a nap or something.”
“I’m not tired.”
“So cold,” he comments like he’s hurt by your aloof replies. Realizing your stance won’t waver, he stops trying to lighten the mood and sighs. “Listen, I really appreciate your help. Thank you, like, actually.”
This is the moment he realizes how stubborn you are. So stubborn that he has to take matters into his own hands and remind you that you can’t resist him by yanking you down on top of him. You try, though, by struggling against his embrace. He knows you like to cuddle, but you fight your desires nonetheless.
“I don’t want to sleep!”
He clicks his tongue while you try to push at his chest to get up, but his strength doesn’t allow it; his arms have already trapped you. “Baby, I don’t want to argue.”
“I don’t have to listen to you for us to not argue,” you counter without faltering your attempts at escape.
And then you feel a smack that has you jolting back with a yelp and ceasing your fruitless struggles. The impact of his hand smacking your ass is evident by the loud sound it makes, and it stings for a second. He distracts the pain by roughly kneading your butt after and you whine for him to stop.
"You're not leaving me a choice," he grunts in irritation. With his other arm effectively holding you down so you can't move, you're the one with no choice but to let his hand sneak under your skirt to grab onto your ass and abuse it further. It's probably red by now from his relentless squeezing. Another slap resounds in the room, but it's more gentle—which isn't saying much when it's your boyfriend's strong, calloused hand. The tender flesh already stings enough as it is. "I don't want to force you into listening to me, but you just feel like being a brat today."
"Because I said no?" you try to retort, but it comes out as a pathetic whimper.
"Because you said no," he confirms assertively. "Are you forgetting who's in charge?"
"Maybe I want to be in charge." You dig your nails into his shirt to emphasize and return the pain. It's futile.
"That'd be a reward," he uses your ideology against you with a sneer. "Have you earned it?"
"Have you?"
He pushes you down on him more forcefully. "Ah, there she goes talking back again. Was starting to miss it." He licks his lips with satisfaction. You scoff at him, ignoring how he's shaping your behind so roughly; it doesn't hurt as much.
The arm wrapped around your upper body trails to your bare bottom, now feeling you up entirely when he's confident you won't fight him anymore. A shaky sigh slips past your lips at the painful pleasure, and he chuckles. "I think you enjoy this type of discipline more. You just have to make it so difficult."
"You're one to talk."
You are a natural at baby writing 🥲 I can’t believe that’s your first time. Most overwrite the experience and it just gets too much or they write instruction like actions so it seems insincere? But but YOU, you are great at it.
why is this like one of the most meaningful asks i've ever gotten like i'm actually so happy that you said that, it's so reassuring and it makes me feel so PROUD? FLATTERED? GIDDY? i was sort of hesitant to post it but after reading this i'm so fucking ready to write it again 😤😤 god THANK YOU. SO FUCKING MUCH. ❤❤❤❤❤
So I saw the ask with the nerd oc and bully jk aaaand could you maybe write about their baby? Just a short scenario 😊
All nine months led up to this moment, the moment where Jungkook finally got to see what you and him look fused together. It rather looks alien when he watches his babygirl in her crib, asleep in the late hours of the night. He can't stop staring—she really does look alien. It makes him chuckle how ugly yet cute she looks while drooling. Her audible soft breaths fill his heart with warmth.
They lucked out; Eun, as they named her, is a rather quiet one. She cries occasionally, but mostly just mumbles incoherently the way babies do when they're fascinated by something. She finds Jungkook fascinating when she's awake, always peering up at him in your arms when you're giving her the tenth house tour because you're also fascinated. Having a child feels alien as well, but you can't get enough of her. Jungkook has to steal her from you to spend time with her himself. They usually have to hang out at night, though.
He doesn't feel sleepy. There's something so intriguing about Eun's ugly baby face that can't wipe the awestruck smile off of his face. God, she's adorable with her little hands sprawled out in the crib, her tiny feet occasionally twitching in her sleep. He can't get enough of her either.
Besides, what if someone steals her when they're asleep? He has to keep his guard up.
"Boo."
It is cruel to burst Jungkook's bubble of silence in the dead of the night, and he jumps in his seat before turning to you with wide eyes and quickly holds up a finger to his mouth to demand the same silence. You chuckle through your nose as he slowly gets up, tiptoeing his way to you without taking his eyes off of Eun until he's out of the nursery. He quietly clicks the door shut and scolds you, "You're a creep, you know that?"
"I was thirsty," you defend with a small laugh. "And the door was open, so I decided to check on her. Not to mention you keep leaving the light on in the hall!"
He glances at the door worriedly before scolding you again, "Quiet. You're going to wake her."
"She's a heavy sleeper."
Despite your reasoning, he pulls you into the master bedroom by tugging on your robe anyway. You allow him while stifling your giggles. He's so protective, yet so shy about his "dad feelings".
"Do I have to read you to sleep as well?" he jokes as he pushes you onto the bed, now towering over you with his arms crossed and a suppressed smile.
This reminds you: "If you came to bed, you wouldn't have to."
"Are you jealous?" is his instant rebuttal. "Gee, fuck me for wanting to spend time with our daughter. Maybe if you didn't spend all your time with her..."
"Are you jealous?" you grin and lean on your palms to look up at him. Your nightgown peeks under your matching robe.
"Of your ability to hold her? Yes."
You burst out laughing at his lighthearted joke. "I offered to teach," you roll your eyes with a bright smile, "it's not my fault you're a coward."
There's also the fact that Jungkook is rather scared of carrying Eun, because: "Excuse me for not wanting to drop her and give her a concussion!"
"What are you lifting weights for if you're not going to carry your three kilo baby?"
"Is this the mother glow? Looking all pretty but being such a bully?"
The banter is cut short when you giggle with a blush. Every reminder of your motherhood warms your skin with joy. It has its downsides, and you do experience anxiety when considering how clueless you are when it comes to parenting despite the months of research you'd done, but creating a family with Jungkook outweighs the downsides with the contentment it brings you.
But it also means a lot to you when Jungkook compliments you. You were extremely insecure for some time throughout your pregnancy, and you still are because of your new scars and marks, but your husband makes up for it with his doting behavior.
"Oh no," he widens his eyes to himself in feigned terror, indicating another incoming jab at you. "I called you pretty; are you going to start crying and fight with me again?"
"Oh my God, shut up, I did not fight with you," you laugh despite your argument. So maybe you did get a little crazy a month before Eun was due, what with all the nearing date and all, but you weren't that emotional... you think.
"I seem to recall you accusing me of saying the opposite of what I thought and then pushing me until you threatened me with a spatula," he pretends to think as he hums, looking up at the ceiling when the memories flood in. "Maybe my hormones made me hallucinate that, you never know."
His teasing prompts you to crawl into your bed to hide your embarrassment. The blanket is heavy on your body when you snuggle under it and hold it over your mouth. You said and did a lot of things during that trimester that you aren't very proud of right now, and it doesn't help that he's bringing it up just two months after it happened. At least he was patient with you when it happened. You had started crying the moment he called you beautiful and well, who would believe him when you had just finished your second batch of cookies?
"Sorry, sorry," he says, but you can hear the smile on his face as he joins you under the comforter. "Forgot I have to deal with the mother hormones now."
"If it's such a bother, you can go and stare at Eun some more," you bite back, petty yet hoping he'd stay this time. He always comes when you're already asleep.
The pull of your smaller frame against his chest makes you sigh in relief. He's staying– and hurray, you're not heavy enough for him to be unable to pull you! "I'll stay," he exhales and cuddles you with his chin resting on your head. You can hear the comfort and relaxation in his voice—it's endearing and reassuring. He continues, "if you at least let me have the morning with her."
"And deny you of changing her diaper? Never."
I loved seeing all of the boys being on Oc’s side and not letting Yuna think she can just waltz in there like she can snatch Jungkook and their group 🤣
it was a 2v5 fight: jk n yuna vs the gang 😤😤😤 the gang is the new fight club 💪💪💯💯
Jungkook being possessive over Oc is hot as heck🥵 Oc knows she holds a power over her man, he couldn’t even concentrate on Yuna that much when Oc sat on Tae’s lap 🤣 & that pick me girl was really about to dare Tae to kiss Oc🤣 Jungkook lost it🤣
bro i love aggressive jk but tae and oc's chemistry is so fun to write istg 😩 WHY DID I WNT THEM TO KISS AAAAA
LMAO I have watched Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited but I just realized your pfp is from that anime 😭😭😭
god she's so fucking hot and mommy 😭😭 ima be real didn't like the anime all that much but GODDAMN YOKOOOO
Need more textbook love couple drabbles!!!!! i’m so in love with them 😭❤️❤️
incoming INCOMING INCOMIIIING
OMG I FELT THIS RUSSIAN ENERGY HAHA and these skobachki))))) bitch hello from Russian-American !
Do you live in Russia?
IVE BEEN LAUGHING AT THIS FUCKING ASK FOR A WHOLE MINUTE OMFG LET THE RUSSAN HOES RIIIISEE))))) and yes i do live in russia 😎 wbu?
Does Oc want kids in the Future with bully jungkook?
OFC oc has such a motherly nature 😩 she'd love to nurture and take care of someone other than the big baby she's with
Hi Lisa 🥰 may I ask which anime your PFP is from?
hello there :D it took me like 10 mins to remember the name omfg its fugou keiji balance: unlimited 🥰 the girl in the pfp is yoko
So I was thinking if you could do a drabble where oc meets jungkook bully's mother ofc only if you want to 😊
VERY HYPOTHETICAL SCENARIO
"Let me come with," you persist, using a cutesy tone to further persuade him into you walking him home instead of the other way around. You want to see where he grew up and meet the woman who raised him, although the latter does induce some nerves within you. Bottom line, you want to know everything about him and if that meant meeting his mother, then so be it.
"No," is his firm refusal. He continues walking you to the bus stop with Bam tagging along or rather leading the way ahead of you.
"I want to meet her!"
"Please don't do this," he releases an exasperated sigh when you skid to a halt and cross your arms to hold your stance. His eyes trail to your furrowed brows and soft pout.
You merely stand and wait for him to give in. He will eventually. He always does. Everyone has a weakness, and you'll use his against him should the opportunity arise—and it has. So you give him those puppy eyes, although hardened with determination, and give him time.
"Please," he tries again, although much more softly and you know you have him in the palm of your hand. "God, you can't keep doing this," he quietly cries to himself and turns to the opposite direction. The direction of his house.
You follow his lead with a triumphant grin. Works like a charm every time.
Then the nerves settle in, and now you're the one hesitant to enter his residence. It's a small cottage, the wallpaint washed out and greyish, slightly rundown and visibly old. There's a nice garden though, and that's where Jungkook heads first to free his dog. You eye the wooden porch by the front entrance that has a folding chair and a round, small table with an ashtray. There's a terrace sticking out from the side of the cottage. It somehow suits Jungkook pretty well; the house's and his personality clash.
And then you see the draw of an opaque curtain from the window by the door. It's a woman staring at you with big, wide eyes. You return the same expression when you notice. She flies out of the house within a second, climbing down the three steps before halting in front of you. Her attire is kind of inappropriate, and she looks like she hasn't slept in days. Her dark eye makeup remains in smudges across her bags and smearing to her cheeks; her hair is disheveled yet untangled; her lips are plump and rosy; her skin is pale, and yet she is still desirable and pretty in a messy way. Her black nightgown's fabric reflects the light from the setting sun.
Then it dawns on you—how reminiscent her features are. Though Jungkook takes better care of his appearance, you can see how similar they are in the way they present themselves and... look. It's that careless, unbothered aura that attracts so much attention that has passed down to Jungkook from his mother.
Jungkook peers over his shoulder when he hears the ruckus that is his mother's clumsy steps. "Here we go," he sighs with dread.
You're first to talk as Jungkook cautiously steps next to you. You greet and introduce yourself, and he is seemingly more uncomfortable by this situation than you are. His mother smiles as awe and admiration graces her gifted features.
"This is her?" she asks her son in disbelief. When he belatedly nods and avoids her gaze, her jaw drops. "Oh, there's no fucking way. You are adorable!"
Her compliment takes you by surprise and fills your heart, wearing off the initial shock from her language. "Th-thank you," you barely manage to say. She puts an arm on your shoulder with her eyes raking over you, taking in your outfit and overall appearance.
"Tell me, how does someone like you end up with someone like him?"
You release an uncomfortable laugh just as Jungkook answers, "My looks pull. Now, how does anyone end up with someone like–"
"Oh, do not go there." Their short bickering pauses when she turns back to you. "I was told you made the first move on him. You're a bold girl, aren't you?"
"Well, I mean," you stammer with a chuckle, "I don't know... I've never been in a relationship so I didn't know the appropriate etiquette."
It's her turn to jolt back in surprise. "Never? So you did this dimwit's homework for him?"
"I am literally right here."
Both of you ignore him as you respond, "I needed a reason to talk to him and he wasn't interested in me at the time, so..."
"... So you took it upon yourself to get him interested. Shit, that's smart." She nods to herself, impressed. You never thought of what you did as smart, more so desperately grasping at straws and pathetic. "And just how long have you two been together?"
"Seven months." That's something you could confidently answer.
She blinks rapidly, long and thick eyelashes fluttering at the movement. You can't help but admire it, although you are still nervous because her questions are coming from a place of judgement; judging if you're actually serious about him. What are the right answers to impress your boyfriend's mother? You didn't think she'd be protective from the impression Jungkook had given you beforehand—they don't have the best relationship, but they seem like a fun duo from how similar yet different they are.
"This is his first relationship too, you know," she smirks. With no spared glance at Jungkook's warning look (he told her that with trust!), she tells you, "you two have been together longer than I've ever been with anyone in the past two decades."
"Go figure," Jungkook mutters under his breath. She lightly smacks his arm with the back of her hand.
"I would invite you inside, but I think you guys should just sneak into his room. We have guests," she purses her lips and raises her brows. It's a face of discomfort.
"Right." Jungkook urges you to enter and you quickly check the time to see if it's past your curfew—latest 7PM—and sigh in relief when it's only 4 o'clock.
Just as you're about to go inside, she calls after you to say, "I hope we can talk again. Catch me up on the gossip, yeah?"
You nod with a bright grin. This is the woman who made Jungkook feel like he wasn't enough; the woman who abandoned him and deteriorated his mental health. You keep that in mind when you're ushered past the living room and snuck in his room. She's likeable, but you can't like her too much.
You've learnt to keep certain people at an arm's length, and that sometimes included Jungkook as well.
Lisa you are seriously the BEST, when Jungkook embarrassed the heck out of Yuna, this was literally my face 😈 🤣 my goodness that girl couldn’t take a hint, if it were me I would’ve read the room LONG AGO 😅 like girl Jungkook doesn’t want you he obviously loves Oc & he & his friends can’t stand you, the minute she was trying to talk crap about other girls, Seokjin was like “Let me STOP you right there” 🛑 ✋ and Taehyung correcting her when she called him “Tae” 🤣
dude i felt like i couldn't make yuna annoying enough 😭 i wanted that satisfaction from cutting her off but I FELT KINDA BAD WHAT A DILEMMA 😩 social constipation isn't a bad thing but with pick me girls we will tear em apart 🔪🔪🔪 namjoon was how i would've been if that typa shit happened to me. seokjin was how I WISH I WOULD'VE BEEN 😤😤 and taehyung i want him