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𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 '⭐️'

𝗩𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗮𝗹: 100 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀

𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 ✨𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 ✨at : koobiesbunbun

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📍Summary: Your period date is due, and Jungkook swims you through your PMS like your angel he is.

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Exclusive princess treatment and top tier babying from Jungkook.

Honestly, I myself don't know how to summarize this, just read to find out ;)

📍Word count: 3.5k words.

📍Warnings: PMS, you're crabby, mood swings, food cravings, burgers, slushies, Hello Kitty pyjamas, Calvin Klein sets, innumerable innuendos, suggestive banters and teasing, Cherry and Kiwi reveal, tooth rotting nicknames!

*This is a work of fiction*

🍟 ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა 💤

"Meow-Meow-Meoooow~~~"

Your siesta was broken by lilting notes and dramatic cadences akin to some opera performance.

And to no surprise, it was your boyfriend's honey voice, reverberating from the shower.

You shifted on your back, your cheeks puffy and imprinted with pillow marks, highlighting the sweet, soporific slumber you had. Your wrists had these beaded divots- of the Cinnamoroll diamond bracelet that Jungkook gifted you. And yes, he had it custom made especially for you, as your Christmas present.

You rubbed your knuckles over your long lashes, wiping off the fairy dust. Thankfully, Jungkook loved dimmed lighting, so your eyes sufficed to flutter half open.

You smacked your lips, once, twice, and unleashed a dopey yawn. "Koobie!" you sang loud, and turned over, nestling your T-rex paws under your chubby cheeks, your locks flying out like bird's feathers from your lazy bun.

"Koo-bub-a-bub-baba!" you whined querulously, only eliciting your boyfriend to emerge out of the bathroom. Steam heralded his holy advent, as he blessed you with his unholy visuals.

Fleecy, white towel adorned his revered Adonis belt, and rivulets of water ran down in sultry streams over his Michelangelo crafted abs. As if your salivating mouth wasn't enough, crystals of dewy elixir sprinkled all over the room, as he wriggled his crispy locks, mimicking Bam.

"You're up my angel? Did you nap well?" he asked softly, his bunny smile still visible, despite the darned towel shrouding his exquisite beauty from your hawk gaze.

"Cheetos! I wann' hot flaming Cheetos bubba, please pass me a packet, pretty pwease." You made a plump pout, still buried in your Hello Kitty blanket, cocooning it all around you.

"Baby, you should eat healthy, your period's up soon. You get painful cramps, if you eat spicy stuff, remember the last time?" He threw the smaller towel on a chair and made his way towards the bed to sit beside you, running his tatted phalanges in your locks, to loosen up the tight scrunchie.

"Naw! I want flaming hot Cheetos, I'm hungry, Koobub!" you made a fuss, and averted your face away from his warm hands, nuzzling your nose in the Cooky pillow.

"Bun, bubba, please listen to me, how about something less spicy? Shall I make you some Makguksu?" He got up, and searched for his matching Hello Kitty pyjamas through your shared closet.

Yes, you were wearing a couple staple- fuzzy Hello Kitty pajamas, and he wanted to match with you. The latter was gifted by you as a Christmas present to him. Well, it was more of a present for you, than him. But that along with the Hello Kitty Calvin Klein underwear set, meant for couples, only made him wear them everyday for you. Just so, he could match with your cute Hello Kitty bra and panties.

Speaking of which, he gracefully undid the knotted towel in front of you, to slip on the said Hello Kitty Calvins.

"No! I am tired of eating Makguksu! I crave junk food. Ugh!" You suddenly sat up, fisting the blanket and throwing a Cooky plushie at him. But your mouth became ajar, and your cheeks flushed hot when you graced the divine scenery in front of you.

Your boyfriend stood in his birthday suit, with a haughty grin on his face, his tongue was poking his cheek and he gave you a stern yet suggestive look.

"Why does my bad girl want to eat junk-food, when she just had her Jung-kook an hour ago?" he spoke in a sultry yet chiding tone. His salacious gaze, mentally undressing you once again.

"Gosh! Koobie! Stop being so pervy! Go wear your boxers!" You gushed, placing your palms over your face, the blanket slowly dropping.

As you lowered your chin, you noticed you were wearing your Hello Kitty pajamas. Your hands ran over the fabric in awe and surprise. He must have dressed you up, while you dozed away to dreamland. You thought.

"Aye, stop being so shy baby, where's my feisty girl who was screaming earlier to not stop, hm?" he teased playfully, pulling his brawny thighs through the cute boxers, biting his lip ring. His nose scrunched in a puckish fervour.

"Koobub! You-you were the one who kept on going! 5 rounds? Seriously? 'One more for me baby- I know you can do it'" you mimicked his bedroom voice, grunting and throwing another Cooky plushie which he caught on swiftly, cradling it in his burly arms.

"I can't help if you're so sexy, baby. I just love to love you so good. We both know you had such a lovely sleep because of my 'hard' work earlier," he emphasized on the word hard, while toying with his waistband and smacking it against his V line, playfully distracting you.

"Sexy? I was literally crocheting in your old Stussy T-shirt, with a messy bun. Not to mention with my nerdy glasses on! I couldn't even finish my crochet bunny, I also forgot what stitch I was on. I was making it for you- and there you go lift me like hay over your shoulder, to make love, just cause you're always horny!" you rambled dramatically, yet jokingly. You weren't being harsh, just a bit crabby after your incomplete nap and hunger. And also the imminent red fairy.

And he totally understood that. So he decided to tease you further, only to cheer your mood and himself. He absolutely relished your cute and pouty lashings. Whenever you would scold him, nag him or pester him due to your mood swings, he would oblige like a meek lover and take it all. All these little things about you made you even more adorable to him. You were his precious, naughty bug.

"Exactly. How can I manage my King Koobie to stay down, when you're looking like that baby? You could breathe and the 'big' menace is ready to hail in victory. He loves you baby, just like me," he rambled mawkishly, his lips in a ducky pout and his filthy hands now pulling the elastic of his underwear, to beckon his 'King Koobie' downstairs.

For a moment you were flabbergasted, your eyes blinked once, twice and then you broke into a guffawing mess.

"King Koobie? Pfft! Bubba I know you're gifted, more so blessed. But- King? Really?" your eyes watered, and your giggles became uncontrollable. You had to hold your tummy, to contain your roaring laughter.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was sulking like a kicked puppy, his lips in a moue and eyebrows furrowed. His hands held your ankles and pulled you closer to him on the bed. Your giggles, subsiding and your eyes agog with mischievous glint.

"Are you disrespecting my Jeon jewels?" he rubbed his thumbs over your calves, his nose kissing yours as he breathed the question over you. His doe eyes all sombre yet adorable.

"Jewels?" you tittered, and instantly cupped your mouth, when you noticed he was being serious.

"Yes, jewels. And a king's job is to please his queen. And keep his beloved queen happy. She's my queen, Queen Cupcake. Creamy and Sweet. I want to-Hmph!" You rudely cupped his gutter mouth, and lightly kicked his abs to push him off you. This man was getting out of hand. Was he even serious? Jewels? Queen Cupcake?

"So now you even have a name for my-" you lowered your gaze downwards, and heat clouded your senses for a few seconds. Realizing you were losing focus, you quickly cleared your throat.

"Nevermind," you sighed at the ludicrous situation.

"Of course. Just like I name my girls. My precious Cherry and Kiwi! I actually have many others, but these are the ones I like the most for my fluffy pillows," he grinned like a proud Cheshire cat, licking his lips of the lusty cream.

You shook your head in disbelief. Yet internally butterflies were wrestling in your tummy. Your man was too whipped for you. And yes, you were aware of these names, he often used them during your love sessions.

Of who these names were? You may ask. Your bosoms. Simply put. His girls, Kiwi and Cherry. To put it mildly.

"Koobie you're so goofy and corny."

"You love my corn on the cob, don't you?"

"Or shall I say corn on the Koob-"

Growl.

Your tummy did a somersault either due to his cheesy antics or the famished bunnies that were hopping in your stomach.

"Ugh! Koob! I am hungry! Pass me the Cheetos right now! Or I'll be very mad!" You squished your head on the pillow and laid on your stomach, your legs squirming in petulance.

While the poor lad was distracted by your luscious peaches, clad in the soft, pink fabric. He had to gulp hard to gauge his lost senses. Man, this is what you did to him, and that's when he just made love to you an hour ago.

Shoving his lewd thoughts away, he put on his fuzzy pajamas as well, while being shirtless.

"How about, have something that's not spicy bubba? We both know your tummy doesn't react well to spicy food." he dived in the plushies to lie beside you, his inked hand tracing the arch of your spine, itching to smack your plump rump.

Which he did, soon after, giving in to his temptation. A light pat, followed by a kiss on your spine. After riding up your top, of course.

You turned your head to face him, your cheeks squished against Cooky's smirk. He raised his eyebrows to cajole you, his thumb pinching the apple of your cheek. You pondered over his suggestion, your lashes fluttering at his tender touch.

"Hmm, how about- three whopper burgers with extra cheese, large cheese fries, burritos, onion rings, nuggets, two mango slushies, one big Oreo ice cream tub and - hmm," you babbled mindlessly, listing every scrumptious delight that peaked your taste buds at the moment.

"And? I'm listening, tell me what you want my sweet bug," he cooed softly, undoing your scrunchie, and combing your threads to massage your scalp in lulling motions. The craving for greasy food, and his therapeutic fingers, rendering you dizzy and tipsy.

"Hmm, and one large pizza, with garlic breadsticks with lots of cheese dip, coke and yes one more, a chocolate cake!" You propped up on your hands, and jumped in excitement over his broad back, straddling his hips.

"What would you eat, Koobie?" you squeaked against his shoulder blades, kissing his nape and scratching your nails over his back, lying flat like a pancake over his torso.

"I am not hungry, bubba. I already ate while you slept. Let me order it all for you, hmm?" He spoke softly, loving you as a weighted blanket over his naked back.

The revelation, however, plummeted your exuberance at the speed of light. Like his words literally extinguished your happy flame.

You clambered off his sculpted back and rolled over to his side, your back facing him. You curled yourself like a shy caterpillar, your poignance clearly evident.

"Bubba? What happened baby? Have your cramps started? The date was tomorrow though-" He sat upright and massaged your tummy, right away. His honey doe's dripping with concern and care.

"I don't want to eat anything," you mumbled and swatted his hands on your tummy, your eyes glistening with imminent tears and your chin quivering.

"What? Why baby? You are hungry bubba, you haven't eaten your lunch. You need to eat. Are you mad I ate without you? My honey bun, I wanted you to sleep, you needed to rest so I-" his defence was cut short when a tear rolled down your cheek and you suppressed your whimper.

"You-You don't want to eat with me. I don't want anything. I wanted to eat with you. If you're not eating. I'm not eating anything. It's okay-" you huffed and wiped your hot tears and licked your glossy lips.

However, your lie was cut right through by the embarrassing gurgle of your stomach.

Of course you were starving. Your poor stomach hadn't been fed since breakfast. But your mood swings and hormones just wanted to betray you.

"Baby...hey, I will eat with you my bub, please don't cry. Shh, come here," he whispered softly, and his inked arms slipped under your back to scoop you up against his warm chest.

He gently placed your head in his embrace and snuggled you on his lap. Your hands palmed his firm pecs for emotional support and relieved their stress. You nuzzled your nose in his neck and purred in comfort.

"Really? You will eat with me, Koobie?" you squeaked in his neck, stealthily sniffing his soft shower gel mixed with his manly scent. You loved sniffing him, so much so, you would randomly snort him and his nape like your drug. He always smelled so sweet, so subtle. He smelled of safety, of warmth, of love.

"Yes, I will. On one condition," he spoke with an assertive yet soft tone. His hands massaging your spine, and urging you to face him.

"Condition?" You made a cherubic pout, still fiddling with his pecs and crispy locks. The latter, a little damp and zesty from his shower. God you could eat him up. He was so scrumptious and so nom-able.

"Yes, if you promise me you'll eat fruits that I have cut for you first, then we can eat whatever junk food you want, sounds good?" He nodded in affirmation, and combed your hair, tucking them behind your ears.

You made a grimace at the mention of fruits, you knew why he was being so adamant on eating healthy. But you wanted to reserve your appetite for the good stuff, not have your belly full of healthy fruits and eat less of junk food. You contemplated hard, and just as you were about to part your lips and raise a pouty protest, he placed his slender finger over your lips.

"Koobub- but-"

"Uh-uh. You'll eat fruits and that's final. They have fiber, baby, you need it. You don't want to have constipation again, right? You rarely eat veggies, and the doctor told you to be careful," he lectured you like your mom, and hushed all your pleadings. He knew how sensitive your tummy was, especially before your period. You had gone to the doctor several times due to this and your beloved was not taking any frivolousness as an answer.

"Baby! Stop, it's embarrassing. Don't food shame me!" You hid your face in the valley of his pectorals, he was being too frank and natural about it. Whereas, you were getting chagrined.

"Aye, what's embarrassing about it? My baby's health matters to me. Don't you call me out when I drink too much or overwork and diet too hard? I listen to you, as I know you're looking out for me and you love me, baby," he cradled your supple face in his large hands, playing with your cheeks.

His words touched your heart, and caused the butterflies in your ribcage to spawn once again. He was so wholesome and sweet. Your man was indeed an angel, your precious soulmate. You were so, so grateful for him. Heavens sent him to you, for you.

You kissed his lips ardently, and giggled afterwards. "I do love you, Koobie. Too much. So much." Your fingers fixed his lip ring and gave it a chaste peck.

"I love you too, my angel." He kissed your forehead, making you blush.

"Now let's order food for my good, good girl, hm?" he tipped your chin above.

"And for Koobie too! My good, good boy!" you cheered, hugging him tight.

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"Mmh, so good. Yes, just like that!"

"Ahhhh, mmmh so good!"

"Gosh. It's a dripping baby. Oh my god!"

"This is so amazing!"

"Go faster, Koobie!"

"I'm trying, baby, I can't go faster than this!"

"Hurry up, Koobie! The food's getting cold!" you whined, sitting patiently in front of the delectable stretch of your greasy feast on bed, whilst Jungkook peeled the apples and oranges for you. He was feeding you bites in between your gorging on the snacks.

"Bubba, here. It's done. Say aah-" he placed a freshly peeled apple on your lips, making cooing baby sounds to cajole you to eat it faster.

"Hmm, fruits ain't that bad, hhmmph," you babbled, while chewing your daily dose of fiber.

"I am putting my love and Koobie essence in the slices, to make them extra sweet for my baby," he sang, air droning another slice of orange to your saucy lips.

"Hmm, I love you so much, here eat this Koobub! It's so yummy agh!" you moaned in ecstasy on the crunchy burger, wanting to share the edacious bliss with him.

"Hmmm!" he mewled, and his eyebrows furrowed in fulfillment, his typical expression whenever the food hit his pleasure buds.

You slurped your mango slushie loudly, washing down your palate to speak further. "See, I told you to order this burger for yourself. It's better." you wiped his lips of the cheese, and offered him his pomegranate slushie.

"Thank you," he replied softly, and sipped his portion of the drink. "Hmm, it's so fresh, I love this," he said while inspecting the beverage, finding it too much to his liking.

While your eyes glittered in unmasked yearning for the red drink. You didn't even realize that you were staring at it piqued and your petals pursed.

Jungkook noticed your enchantment, and quickly offered you his beverage, "Here bubba, try it." He placed the rim over your lips, and you sapped the juice like a hungry bee.

"Mmh! Koobie! It's so good!" you cried in contentment, with a hint of disappointment. Why didn't you order this drink for yourself?

"Here, have mine, baby. Pomegranates are good for your iron absorption." He gave you his drink, and resumed cutting apples for you.

"Really? Thank you baby! You're the best!" You did your happy dance and slurped the juice all in one go, exuding a cute belch afterwards.

"Oh! Sorry! Hehehe!" You giggled and took the slice of pizza, but suddenly after one large bite you were feeling full. You already had three burgers, fries, and nuggets. So it did make sense.

"Bubba, come here aaah," Jungkook shoved another piece of fruit in your mouth after you chewed your pizza.

"Koobie," you spoke hesitantly, beating around the bush, scratching his nape and moving to sit on his lap, as he sat cross legged beside you on bed.

"Yes, bubba? You want more food?" He wiped his hands and tickled your hips from behind, taking a slice of the pizza.

"No, actually..." you played with the zipper of his hoodie, which he had casually put over his naked torso to take the delivery.

"Hmm?" he hummed, chewing his fourth meal today, not minding you tickling his pecs after sneaking your hands under the hoodie.

"I am full baby," you revealed shyly, unzipping his hoodie fully to land kisses in the valley of his pecs to his abs.

"I already know, baby," he chuckled heartily, gorging on the cheesy pizza.

"You know?" You ceased your kiss trail and palmed his pecs, facing him up.

"Of course my bug, I know you. You claim to have a big appetite, but you get full soon after eating a normal portion. Don't worry, I'll eat it, I will workout later," he teased you playfully, kissing your forehead, and giving you his benevolent smile. God, he was an angel. A messiah sent by heavens above for you.

"I don't deserve you Koobie," your voice broke and your eyes teared up. Darn your hormones, they made you overly mawkish and sappy. You nuzzled your head in his chest and laced your arms around his neck.

"Aye, never say that. We deserve each other. We are made for each other. Tell me, who else would eat all of your food hm? Or who would want to eat this much food, so I could eat more and exercise? We're perfect for each other."

"Yes, I hate working out, so that does make sense. And I admit, I do order more than I can eat, ah-I'm sorry Koob," you bit your lip and hollowed your cheeks in embarrassment.

"Don't be sorry bun, just be you. That's what I love the most," he whispered, tucking your hair. His hands now clearing the empty boxes behind you.

"See? I finished it all already, let's get it all cleaned up hmm? Then we'll cuddle." He snaked his arms around your waist and swaddled you in his embrace.

"Just a few more minutes, I want to stay like this," you breathed in his arms, closing your eyes.

"As you wish, my cuddle bug." He pulled the ends of his hoodie over your waist and zipped it up. Just so you were close to his chest, with his hoodie wrapping you both.

"Hmm, I love my Kookoon," you snuggled deeper in his hoodie, seeking his scent as your tranquilizer.

"And I love you, my baby."

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Thank you for reading my bubs. I guess it has become a ritual for me to come back and write this book, whenever I get my period. I just feel so delulu and Jungkook's live just fueled it more.

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