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𝗦𝗼 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻!

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𝗛𝗶 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲𝘀! 𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆'𝘀 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹.

 𝗪𝗛𝗬?

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𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 - 🎀'𝗦𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿? 𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲!' 🎀 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆

 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁.🤭

Enough rambling, it's my special day, and my bunnies are very special to me.

So,

GO ENJOY MY BIRTHDAY TREAT TO YOU ALL!

1, 2, 3

HOP!

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📍Summary: You're ovulating and you can't help but paint Jungkook in your kisses. 

📍Word count: 2.7k words (i held back ngl lmao)

📍Warnings: You are clingy pro max, naughty y/n, you want to be under his skin, Cherry and Kiwi, Koobies, Dior red lipstick, lovesick Koob, he is your big baby, babying, innuendoes, kisses, kisses, and kisses! Did I say kisses? 

*This is a work of fiction*

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"Koobub! My mmh, my Koobie!"

"My Koobie, so warm, so squishy-mmmh!"

"Baby....mmmh, come closer Koob! Why–you mmh– so far away!"

You whined, chirping akin to a guinea pig, mewling, purring and humming in his succulent pecs. Nuzzling your nose in the valley of his robust chest, you sniffed him like a hophead snorts his beloved poppy.

"Koobie!" you keened, clutching his pectorals for dear life, your thighs clasped on either side of his torso, and your tummy lying flat over his rippling abs. The cherry on top? He was shirtless, clad just in his Calvin boxers. While you wreathed like a tempting vine around his handsome form.

He chuckled, his strapping, inked arms securing you close to his chest. Your breaths and heartbeats, being the only things separating you both. "Bubba, you're already so close, see?" He cradled you, tugging you closer to him, your supple skin squishing under his touch.

"Naur, wanna be closer! Wan' be in you Koob, under your skin," you babbled silly, your plump lips bedewing his pecs with glossy kisses and your canines teasingly biting his shoulder.

"Ugh, you're so yummy, Koobie."

Your eyes glimmered in coy innocence, and you proceeded to peck his chin, as if mutely apologizing for your nibble earlier.

He didn't even whimper or wail, absolutely loving your gnawing attacks on him. Earlier in your relationship, he would squeak out loud in surprise, whenever you would casually nibble his inked arms. The latter being your roasted marshmallows. But now, he understood, he understood how sometimes your cute love was too feral to contain in words, or even kisses. So now he just lied there, getting embossed and marinated in your love.

He was relishing every bit of your neediness. He would love to be woken up everyday like this. Cuddled in your kisses and playful bites. Your baby soft skin, interlacing his form, warming him up like a freshly baked bun in the oven of your love.

"Honeybun, that doesn't sound too innocent. Wanna be in me, hmm?" he teased, his nimble fingers sneaking under your My melody top, running mindless hearts over your spine.

"Koobub! You know what I mean, you ain't close enough baby!" You bit his neck, chiding him, followed by a slobbery kiss trail up to his chin, your hands curled up in his silky locks. The scent of his shampoo was rendering you dopey and giddy. Your thighs clutched him like a love drunk viper, growing tighter and shackling him up.

"Ugh, bubba- easy. King Koobie's still tired from last night, baby," Jungkook groaned, when your pelvis brushed a bit too needily against his. You wiggled further in giggles, feeling mischievous.

"Bubba," he hummed, seriously yet meekly, in a vain attempt to discipline your naughty antics. While you giggled and jiggled your bum, mocking him with the fluffy bunny shorts you were wearing.

"King Koobie works so hard, right my baby." You slithered your hands up from his pecs to his jaw, cupping his cheeks to puff a pout from him.

"Baby," a mewl slipped from his ringed and rouged lips, his hands gripping your rump to eschew your coquettishness.

"Ugh Koobub. You're so pretty. I can't have enough of you baby. Wan' eat and gobble you up!" You hugged him tight, and his hands instantly went up to card your threads, lulling you with kitten scratches.

You were purring like a submissive feline in his pecs, when suddenly, the bulb of your brain lit up.

You swiftly got up with your phalanges over his firm pecs, leveraging you as you bent over his head, grabbing up your red lipstick from the night stand. As for your man, he was clueless, his hands rested on your love handles protectively. Your bosoms practically blanketed his face, wrecking his senses and turning his brain into a pile of mush. He was a malleable putty at your mercy.

After generously applying the red cosmetic over your juicy lips, you smashed them over his, pecking him one, two, three and a million times. You painted his mauled petals with your love.

Your love for him was just like the colour red.

Passionate yet pure.

Intense yet nurturing.

Soft yet feral.

"Koobie! Love you so much. My Koobie. My pretty bunny!" you squealed excitedly, your sloppy mouth littering thousands of kisses over his bread cheeks, his bunny nose, his handsome forehead. "My angel, my baby!" you kissed his eyelids, his earlobes, his jaw, his neck, his collar bones, his pecs and all the way to his abs.

Thanks to the luxurious Dior Rouge Premier lipstick that Jungkook gifted you, the pigment was still flourishing, and all his Adonis form was now embellished in your cherry print. A vermillion badge of your love, your affection, your touch, over his honey skin.

"Baby–stawp–it tickles too much–bubba–gosh–" He squirmed gleefully under your love arrest, your hands holding his wrists on either side of his head, having him meek and pliant under your hold.

Your grip was as frail as a feather, and he could easily flip you over and turn the tables. But he loved this. Loved to be pliant and under your mercy. Loved to be drowned in your kisses, your breaths. It was an honour to him, a fever dream.

"Gosh bun, you're extra lovey dovey today–aren't you?" he remarked, admiring you, while you gushed over your Picasso number on him. Well, your beloved was already a piece of art, but now he looked incredibly luscious and delectable stamped in your red kisses. And most of all, he looked yours.

"Koobie, you look so handsome, so sexy baby," you whispered, arching over to his lips, your thumbs playing with his cheeks.

You grabbed his phone from beside his bicep and swiped your fingers over the camera. Your one hand clicked aesthetic shots of him, while the other, possessively held his jaw, claiming him as yours.

"Perfect, baby. Now close your eyes, and do that face," you sang, encouraging him with praises and coos.

"What face baby?" His doe eyes twinkled, naïve and clueless.

You simpered, your lips curving up, and you grew closer to his ear, only to whisper–

"The one you make, when I take you there, my love."

You patted his cheek, and kissed his ear. While you could feel his skin shiver from goosebumps, his baby hair was all up and his cheeks ripened to pink from your unholy words.

You could feel his heart hammering under your touch, he drew a deep breath, and fluttered his lashes to gain his composure. "Babe please, have mercy on me," he groaned, kissing you on your jaw, and nudging his nose over your neck.

"Gosh, I love it when you're ovulating, baby," he chaffed, massaging your sides and drawing up your top affectionately. You blushed at his sharp observation. Heavens, your beloved had memorized your heart and soul. He could read you like his favourite book.

"Koob, stop. I'm always like this. By the way, I almost forgot!" You quickly took his phone and went to the gallery. The very gallery which was replete with a myriad of pictures of you. You selected the picture you just clicked and set it as his lock screen. As if setting it as a reminder, that he was only yours, each time he unlocked his phone.

"Perfect!" You proudly showed it to him, while he rested his arms under his head, giving you a smug smile. "Aw, good job, my good girl, now come here." He puckered up his red lips for another kiss. He was so cocky, and suave, it only pushed your buttons, to rile him up more. Tease him more.

He was so high on your love, that he couldn't even care about his body being smeared up in your lipstick. He relished it. He basked in your marks on him.

"Koobub, you're too cocky for your own good," you squinted your eyes, mimicking a judgmental fox.

"And you love it, am I right baby?" He wrapped his burly arms around your back, squishing you close to his chest, eliciting a surprised squeal from you.

"Eek Koob! Your choco chips tickle against mine!" you blurted, wriggling in his tight grip.

"Let them. I'm sure Cherry and Kiwi don't mind kissing the Koobies," he spoke seriously, sniffing the crown of your hair, and getting high off his vanilla scented shampoo. You smelled like him, you smelled like home. His home.

"Ugh! Koobie!" you whined, feigning your vexation and veiling your heart flutters.

"Oh, the tables have turned huh? Guess what, I'm not letting you go now," he roared dramatically like a baby lion, acting like a beast to his beauty.

"Koobubba-"

"Ah! Babe!"

You almost shrieked in laughter. He suddenly flipped you like a pancake and caged you under him, his both arms interlaced under your spine and your head burying in the fluffy Cooky pillow.

"Jungkook, baby-" you squeaked like a shy mouse, your eyes big and agog in anticipation of what was imminent. As for your boyfriend, he had this look of a hungry wolf, his lidded eyes admired you like his hearty meal, and his naughty fingers sneaked under your top to tickle you.

"Oh? So it's Jungkook now? No more Koobie? Is my feisty woman a shy girl now, hm?" He tipped his finger under your chin, making your cheeks flush and your lashes to lid in bashfulness. Your heart was thumping wildly under his chest, and he could feel every beat of it.

"Relax, baby, I'm not gonna bite," he kissed your cheek, and drew your locks away from your heated visage, his eyes dripping in reverence of his goddess which was you.

"Fvck. I love you so much baby, you have no idea," he breathed out hotly against your ear, littering your face with ardent kisses. His love and devotion, palpable in every touch.

He kissed your forehead, your eyelids, your cheeks, your nose, all the way to your jawline and, your lissom neck and décolletage. Not leaving a single speck of your skin uncovered by his kisses.

"Koobie, it tickles, staaawpeee-" you chirped and teetered under his touch. Your legs kicking the mattress, when his plush lips brazed against that sweet spot, just above your bosoms.

"I can't, baby. I can't stop now. You've got me addicted to you," he mumbled mindlessly, too engrossed in kissing your limber form.

You traced your nails up his nape and scratched his head, curling his hair in a doting massage.

"Gosh, you're so whipped, baby. My precious Koobub," you pulled him gently up by his mullet and nestled him in your bosoms, earning delightful purrs from him. He may try to be all dom dom, but he was always a subservient bunny under your touch. You knew just how to pull the right strings and have him all jelly in your hands.

"Mmh, Bub, love you, love Cherry and Kiwi, mmh love my Bun," he babbled, his eyes shut and his mind long hypnotized by your enrapturing scratches and soft bosoms.

He interlaced his arms under your back and hugged you like a Koala. His legs did a meek sploot, as your legs tangled with his.

"Hmm? My little Koobie loves being clingy and needy hmm?" you cooed, containing your giggles. Your one hand scratched his head, while the other was stealthily recording his adorable neediness through his phone. Just like those tooth rotting couple TikToks.

"Yes, mmmh love you mommy. Love my girls, luurv you so much," he whimpered in neediness, his nose burying and sniffing the valley of your chest. He was drunk and delirious. Too lost and besotted in your scent, your touch.

"Hmm? Tell me more, my Koobie. You love being a big baby, hm? Only for me? My cute little, big baby!" you chanted praises like honey dripping from a comb, while he just melted and purred over you.

"Yermm, love to be babied. I'm a big baby. Your baby, mommy," he hummed, utterly bewitched and knocked out to even make sense. Your beguiling warmth, melting him like candle wax, ready to be molded in any shape or form you desire him to be.

You continued to record his cheesy antics–as a cute memory to watch later. And maybe, just maybe, use it to tease him later. You giggled a bit too mischievously at the thought, and the suspicious tone of your giggles, made him lift his head up.

"Baby! You're–you're recording me?" he retreated straight up, roaring in his thick, masculine voice. His aura doing a 180 degrees flip, making you chuckle.

He settled up on his elbows at the speed of light. His platinum chain, dangling over you and spellbinding you. You were caught red handed. But his scrumptious, inked arms were too distracting for you to focus, you were practically being hypnotized by his masculine visuals, his scent. So you did what your hormones told you to do.

Nom. Nom.

You settled your canines in his arm beside your face, and stared at him with gullible eyes, melting him with your cuteness.

"Swarry-mmmph, Kwoobiee," you mumbled against his veiny arms, your nails scratching his shoulder blades to cajole him.

"Ugh, baby... why–you're so–ughhh," he submerged his head in your neck, in defeat. You always used your adorable charms in your favour. And he couldn't do anything, he was handcuffed, surrendered to your love, that overflowed in his veins every second.

Meanwhile, you simpered and recorded the last bit of his defeat, giving him kitten scratches and kissing his coconut head.

"Now that's like my good boy! Love you, baby." You pulled up the camera to his face, exhorting him to say a few words. But he just hid his head in your top and kissed the skin underneath. Suddenly being camera shy.

You pinched his puffy, tomato cheeks and saved the recording, followed by sending it to you, lest he dared to delete it later.

"You're not mad, aren't you, my bunny?" You scratched his hair affectionately. "You just looked too cute, bubba, all red in my lipstick and being a baby," you tried to reason, playing with his chain, and stamping his cheek with kisses.

"I can't win against you, baby. So the best I can do is let you win. Cause your win is my win, my love" he replied, calm as ever. His eyes fluttered shut in bliss and safety.

"Don't worry, I'll never post the video anywhere, it's just for me, no one can see my baby like this," you assured him, patting his head.

"I know," he whispered, sleepy. Your scent and snuggle, having this sedative effect on him. So much so, he could fall asleep even when you both had just woken up.

You stayed still, rewatching the video and playing it again and again, gushing over your big man who also loved to be babied like a big baby.

"Koobub, gosh you're so cute."

"You have me wrapped around your little finger, baby, and I love to be here, feels safe, feels like home," he confessed, his voice soft and low, as if he was just about to delve into his dreamland.

His romantic words made you pause the video, and forget about it all together. You could feel his honesty, and it warmed up your heart. Your man was an angel, and he needed to be protected at all costs. Pure and precious. Just like his heart.

"Baby..." you cooed, about to cry.

"By the way, bubba," he said, smacking his lips and wiping his drool, raising his head slightly. His eyes still closed and his hair tousled up like a puppy.

"Yes, my love?" You combed his bangs, exposing his handsome forehead.

"I want to pee, my bladder is about to burst," he blurted out of nowhere. His thoughts, still foggy.

"Hold it in. I'm not letting my big baby leave me anytime soon." You squished his head in your chest, and pulled the Hello Kitty blankets over you. Your legs encircled around him and your hands continued to scratch his hair, muffling his cries of protest in your neck.

"Mmhp–Bwaby!"

Rest assured, your baby wasn't going anywhere.

He stayed here.

Here, in your arms.

His safe home.

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