Does Oc Want Kids In The Future With Bully Jungkook?

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

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Need more textbook love couple drabbles!!!!! i’m so in love with them 😭❤️❤️

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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."

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."

i said smut and summoned the thirsty bitches overnight ok i see u guys