Its My First Time Making A Request Since Im SO In Love With Textbook Couple. Can I Request Where Jungkook

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."

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.

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

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

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Oh my goodness, that scenario was so cute 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️

thank you :D ❤❤❤❤

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no i'm a figment of your imagination