The Studying For Biochemistry In Your Little Drabble (which Was So Cute ) Hit A Little Too Close To Home

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 💪😤💯

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."

So I saw the ask with the nerd oc and bully jk aaaand could you maybe write about their baby? Just a short scenario 😊

All nine months led up to this moment, the moment where Jungkook finally got to see what you and him look fused together. It rather looks alien when he watches his babygirl in her crib, asleep in the late hours of the night. He can't stop staring—she really does look alien. It makes him chuckle how ugly yet cute she looks while drooling. Her audible soft breaths fill his heart with warmth.

They lucked out; Eun, as they named her, is a rather quiet one. She cries occasionally, but mostly just mumbles incoherently the way babies do when they're fascinated by something. She finds Jungkook fascinating when she's awake, always peering up at him in your arms when you're giving her the tenth house tour because you're also fascinated. Having a child feels alien as well, but you can't get enough of her. Jungkook has to steal her from you to spend time with her himself. They usually have to hang out at night, though.

He doesn't feel sleepy. There's something so intriguing about Eun's ugly baby face that can't wipe the awestruck smile off of his face. God, she's adorable with her little hands sprawled out in the crib, her tiny feet occasionally twitching in her sleep. He can't get enough of her either.

Besides, what if someone steals her when they're asleep? He has to keep his guard up.

"Boo."

It is cruel to burst Jungkook's bubble of silence in the dead of the night, and he jumps in his seat before turning to you with wide eyes and quickly holds up a finger to his mouth to demand the same silence. You chuckle through your nose as he slowly gets up, tiptoeing his way to you without taking his eyes off of Eun until he's out of the nursery. He quietly clicks the door shut and scolds you, "You're a creep, you know that?"

"I was thirsty," you defend with a small laugh. "And the door was open, so I decided to check on her. Not to mention you keep leaving the light on in the hall!"

He glances at the door worriedly before scolding you again, "Quiet. You're going to wake her."

"She's a heavy sleeper."

Despite your reasoning, he pulls you into the master bedroom by tugging on your robe anyway. You allow him while stifling your giggles. He's so protective, yet so shy about his "dad feelings".

"Do I have to read you to sleep as well?" he jokes as he pushes you onto the bed, now towering over you with his arms crossed and a suppressed smile.

This reminds you: "If you came to bed, you wouldn't have to."

"Are you jealous?" is his instant rebuttal. "Gee, fuck me for wanting to spend time with our daughter. Maybe if you didn't spend all your time with her..."

"Are you jealous?" you grin and lean on your palms to look up at him. Your nightgown peeks under your matching robe.

"Of your ability to hold her? Yes."

You burst out laughing at his lighthearted joke. "I offered to teach," you roll your eyes with a bright smile, "it's not my fault you're a coward."

There's also the fact that Jungkook is rather scared of carrying Eun, because: "Excuse me for not wanting to drop her and give her a concussion!"

"What are you lifting weights for if you're not going to carry your three kilo baby?"

"Is this the mother glow? Looking all pretty but being such a bully?"

The banter is cut short when you giggle with a blush. Every reminder of your motherhood warms your skin with joy. It has its downsides, and you do experience anxiety when considering how clueless you are when it comes to parenting despite the months of research you'd done, but creating a family with Jungkook outweighs the downsides with the contentment it brings you.

But it also means a lot to you when Jungkook compliments you. You were extremely insecure for some time throughout your pregnancy, and you still are because of your new scars and marks, but your husband makes up for it with his doting behavior.

"Oh no," he widens his eyes to himself in feigned terror, indicating another incoming jab at you. "I called you pretty; are you going to start crying and fight with me again?"

"Oh my God, shut up, I did not fight with you," you laugh despite your argument. So maybe you did get a little crazy a month before Eun was due, what with all the nearing date and all, but you weren't that emotional... you think.

"I seem to recall you accusing me of saying the opposite of what I thought and then pushing me until you threatened me with a spatula," he pretends to think as he hums, looking up at the ceiling when the memories flood in. "Maybe my hormones made me hallucinate that, you never know."

His teasing prompts you to crawl into your bed to hide your embarrassment. The blanket is heavy on your body when you snuggle under it and hold it over your mouth. You said and did a lot of things during that trimester that you aren't very proud of right now, and it doesn't help that he's bringing it up just two months after it happened. At least he was patient with you when it happened. You had started crying the moment he called you beautiful and well, who would believe him when you had just finished your second batch of cookies?

"Sorry, sorry," he says, but you can hear the smile on his face as he joins you under the comforter. "Forgot I have to deal with the mother hormones now."

"If it's such a bother, you can go and stare at Eun some more," you bite back, petty yet hoping he'd stay this time. He always comes when you're already asleep.

The pull of your smaller frame against his chest makes you sigh in relief. He's staying– and hurray, you're not heavy enough for him to be unable to pull you! "I'll stay," he exhales and cuddles you with his chin resting on your head. You can hear the comfort and relaxation in his voice—it's endearing and reassuring. He continues, "if you at least let me have the morning with her."

"And deny you of changing her diaper? Never."

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.

Your new scenario was

OH STOP IT HAHA TYSM

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 💪💪💯💯