So I Was Thinking If You Could Do A Drabble Where Oc Meets Jungkook Bully's Mother Ofc Only If You Want

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

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.

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 💪💪💯💯

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. ❤❤❤❤❤

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