Jungkook Being Possessive Over Oc Is Hot As Heck Oc Knows She Holds A Power Over Her Man, He Couldnt

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

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 ❤❤

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

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.

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 💀