I Loved Seeing All Of The Boys Being On Ocs Side And Not Letting Yuna Think She Can Just Waltz In There

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 💪💪💯💯

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.

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 💪😤💯

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 💀

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

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