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📍Summary: Jungkook brings you home and you're drunk. He takes care of you and his patience is tested.

📍Word count: 3.2 k words

📍Warnings: You are blind drunk, clingy and needy of attention, you bless his handsome face with your doting kisses, Jungkook gets bitten (?), he cooks for you, you call him 'Daddy', he's frustrated but is a gentleman, eventual slightly suggestive theme.

*This is a work of fiction*

"Koobie!" you giggled as your boyfriend carried your pie-eyed form in his burly arms. Your ebullient squeals, being muffled by the fabric of his white oversized shirt which he had hastily buttoned up. His beefy pecs, acting as a cushion to your tipsy head.

"Bun. Stop squirming baby. I have to open the door," Jungkook feebly cooed, adjusting his delicate grip on your hips to tap in the code to your shared abode.

You were totally inebriated when Jungkook got a call from your friend- to pick you up at the club where you were supposed to have a girls' night out tonight.

And Jungkook, being the dutiful and devoted gentleman he was to his girlfriend, had to drop all the weights he was lifting at the gym, when he found out his bun needed him.

So that's what led him to rush to the given location and cradle his drunk princess home.

"Koob. Koobie! Koobie!" you chanted his name in your sweet voice, making his chest envelop in warmth and sheer adoration at your cute antics.

You were beyond adorable when you were drunk. Babbling his name countless times and repeatedly smooching his face, leaving red lipstick marks all over your cherished territory.

"Yes my baby Bun we're here." he shut the door with his leg and securely swooped you closer to his chest. His masculine redolence, sending you to mini nirvana as you buried your nose further, snorting him like your favourite drug.

He was indeed your psychedelic drug. Your addiction.

"Gosh baby! Stop. It tickles!" Jungkook chuckled wholeheartedly while you snuggled deeper in his arms.

"Koob! Koobie mmh!" you chirped, as you rose your head up and rested your manicured phalanges on his bread cheeks. You squished his apples and smooched him earnestly all over his face. Slobbering him up with your fawning yet pure affection.

You kissed his cheeks, his boop worthy nose, his petal soft lips, his handsome forehead, his mole under the lips, his earlobes and his eyelids. You lapped him up, consuming the beauty of his visage and smearing it in your cherry lipstick.

"Love you my Koobie. Love you! So much, my Koobie! My baby!" you pouted and played with his luscious hair, which had become unkempt because of your loving attack on his face.

"Oh my god! You're so drunk" he scrunched his nose in delight, craning his neck away, trying to free himself from your smothering kisses.

You were indeed drunk. Drunk off your profound love for him. A love drunk.

"You don't love me?" you mumbled brusquely, your capricious emotional state, doing a flip at his seemingly hurtful words.

Alcohol made you mawkish. With all your feelings being at the zenith. While it meant you would grow bewitchingly affectionate towards him, it would also be difficult for Jungkook to deal with your crabby and petulant self sometimes.

"Hey. Of course, I love you baby. I love you so much, my drunk little bun," he settled on the couch as he nudged his nose against yours and pecked your forehead in a submissive plea.

You blushed at his words as he fixed the falling strap of your black mini dress. The latter hugging your body a bit too seductively for Jungkook's restraints.

"Baby let's get you changed hmm?" Jungkook was about to stand up when-

"Ouch! Bun!" he cried.

"Mmh sweet roasted marshmallows! So sweet mmpph!" you dug your canines into his tatted muscly arms. The inked patterns, embellishing his sweet meats as you gorged them. Your warm tongue, twirling needily over his veiny limbs.

"Baby! It's my arms! Wake up! Agh!" he delicately gripped your chin as you stared at him befuddled. Albeit a bit vexed as to why he was not letting you relish your delectable candy.

"Koobie! My candy wan' eat. Am hungry Koob." you made a moue as you struck your fists over his shoulders. Throwing a tantrum at your lost boyfriend.

It's gonna be a long night.

He has to be prepared.

"Hungry? They didn't feed you, my bun mmh?" his eyebrows, which were earlier furrowed, now relaxed as he realized why you maybe acting like this. He massaged his red arms which had been imprinted by your feral love, before holding your chin to seek your attention.

"Nah. We just gulped the sho-" you hiccupped.

"Shots. And I forgot to eat hehe," you squeaked as you fluttered your eyelashes like a gullible butterfly under his protective gaze.

How dare they make his bun drink on an unfed stomach. No wonder you were this sozzled.

"Aw my poor baby, you must be starving. Let me make you some Haejang-guk. I just recently learnt the recipe from YouTube. It'll help you sober up," he rambled, reminiscing the last part.

(Haejang-guk = a hangover soup. Refers to every kind of 'guk' or soup eaten as a hangover cure in Korean cuisine. It means "soup to chase a hangover")

"Guk? But I want Jeong-guk! I want to eat Jeong-guk-ie! My favourite guk!" you babbled incredulously, titling your head at him.

He heaved a sigh. Though not of relief. He knew what was imminent. It had happened in past and history would repeat itself today. His patience would be tested.

While, he had been successful in masking his plight, Jungkook's mind was constantly bombarding him with images of him taking you under him as he fulfilled all your desires, and made love to you.

Yes. Those salacious thoughts had been plaguing his lecherous imagination ever since he absorbed your sultry form in that skimpy dress. A dress that was now raised up too high on your ravishing thighs. The latter, luring him to prop them open and bestow you with all the pleasure in this world.

His manhood twitched as his mind went on its needy sojourn. His train of heated thoughts, being halted by the growling of your starving tummy.

"Koobie. Hungry! Wan' eat baby!" you poked his dimple and rested your head on his pillowy chest.

"Yes baby. I'll cook food for you. But you gotta promise, you'll be a good girl and wait mmh?" he instructed, making you settle comfortably on the couch and gently wrapping you up in your favourite Kuromi, fuzzy blanket.

You looked like a human burrito in your pink quilt as he pecked your forehead, asking for your patience. He turned your favourite show on to distract you, and placed some snacks to satisfy you while he prepared his delicacy.

"I'll be Daddy's good girl. Daddy Koobie," you sang suggestively, making him gulp and his length shift in his pants, whilst he tied the apron around his svelte waist.

"God have mercy on me," he cried while chopping up the onions.

He could very easily order the dish as takeout for you. But he wanted to try out the new recipe he learnt, and feed you his love by his very own hands. To satiate your hunger, himself. That was a part of his love language, you believed.

After an hour had elapsed, he turned the knob of the stove off. The pot was bubbling with the aroma of all the condiments and love he had put into his special delicacy; personally stewed to perfection with his warm adoration for his bun.

His assiduous efforts were rewarded by your timely inspections as you skipped over to him and snaked your arms around him. Your glimmering and prying eyes, constantly asking him when the food would be ready. And each time he would feebly kiss you and ask for your patience. He was always gentle with you. No matter how much you would pester him, drunk or sober. Jungkook treated you chivalrously, like his queen.

He not only loved you, but also respected you. 'What's love without respect?' he would say whenever you exalted his softness with you.

"Bun. It's ready!" he carefully placed the tray onto the coffee table.

"Koobie! It smells so yummy!" you jumped over to hold the bowl, only to wince in agony as the pot was scalding.

"Aye! Bun be careful baby. Here. Sit comfortably. Let me feed you." he placed your legs comfortably on his lap, drawing you closer to him.

He cupped his left hand under the spoon as he fed you his gourmet meal morsel by morsel. Earning hums of blissful satisfaction from you.

"Dayum!" you patted his shoulder in praise, your countenance resembling his, whenever he savoured his food.

"That good? Here, eat lot of it Bun. Gosh I love it when you eat nicely like a good girl." he combed your hair, tucking it behind your ear so you could eat comfortably.

His admiration of you was interrupted by the sound of his own laughter resonating from the telly.

"You're watching my live? Baby I am right here with you," he questioned smiling at you, while you chewed your previous bite.

"I was missing chu Koob. You were busy cooking. I wan' your attention Koobie." you nuzzled your head in his neck, embosoming him.

To say he wasn't the luckiest man on earth to have the most angelic soul like you as his beloved, would be a lie.

He sensed the soup's effect was kicking in, as your nerves became more placid and you grew a bit sleepy. You must be tired.

"Aww my bun. Am here with you see? Now let's get you changed. We don't wan a stinky bun mmh?" He pinched your hips to coax you to get freshened up. And to his surprise, you obliged instantly.

"Carry me please, Koob?" you gripped him like a baby Koala as he hummed an 'Of course my bun' and took you upstairs towards the bathroom.

He opened the cupboard above the basin, to fetch your makeup remover, cleansing pads adroitly with one hand, while the other rested securely on your bum.

He placed you gently on the counter and proceeded to wipe the cosmetics off your puffy face.

"Bun look at me mmh? Gotta remove your makeup baby. We don' wan any pimples right?" he nodded to you while you obediently had your make up cleaned by him.

"Koobie," you whispered, locking in the imagery of your beautiful man. His brows furrowed in concentration and him biting his lip ring, as he diligently cleansed your visage.

"Yes baby," he spoke sweetly, discarding the smeared pads after burnishing your supple skin.

"I love you," you smiled goofily at him making his eyes turn into crescents at your lethally cute behaviour. He almost grunted in elation as your words hammered the nails of your love in his heart -where he kept you close always.

"I love you too, my love. So much, my baby," he kissed you deeply, leaving you breathless. His actions, striking the chord of your wanton need for him. Unbeknownst to him.

"Honk! Honk!" you giggled playfully, as you took his proximity as a golden opportunity to squeeze his mushy, well built pecs. Your cuteness aggression, kicking in as you fondled his mounds.

"Oh my god! You are unbelievable. You foxy lady! " he gripped your mischievous hands to discipline you and held your chin to face him.

"Want you Koobie." you held his collars to lure him in and seductively bit his earlobe, laving it up.

He couldn't do this. You were still tipsy, if not fully drunk. The way you were behaving showed you were still not in complete grip of your senses.

"Baby I can't. You're drunk, baby. Let's have you cleaned up and then we can cuddle and sleep mmh?" he reasoned as his hands caressed your back to cajole you.

After a bout of uncomfortable silence you finally spoke.

"Okay," you muttered and averted your face, drawing your arms off him. Not gra

cing him with any of your affectionate touch anymore. The mere gesture broke his heart a bit. But he had to do this. He respected you too much to not keep it in his pants for one night.

"Bun. I promise tomorrow when you're sober I'll make love to you all you want mmh? I won't let you leave the bed. But don't be mad at your Koobie, baby." he gave you his puppy eyes that had you melt in his warm touch instantly. Complying with him, as he undressed you and ran the warm bath with your favourite lavender bath bomb in it.

"Koob you'll not join me?" you asked as he rinsed your body after tying your hair in a messy bun. The latter, being actually 'messy' cause he struggled too much while tying the scrunchie, not wanting you to feel any discomfort cause of it being too taut.

"No baby. I already showered after gym. Besides, I want to wash you," he grinned sheepishly, masquerading the obvious hard on which was poking his pants, in protest against his gallant actions.

His length felt claustrophobic as it stirred in his boxers with his eyes beholding you in your naked glory, basking in the lavender scented waters. You were an epitome of Aphrodite seducing him in, as your bosoms delicately rose up and down each time your breathed. Your euphoric state, being in sheer juxtaposition to his agony which warped his carnal desire.

His depraved reverie was broken a second time, by his muse, as he heard your muffled whimpers. Your hands, now cupping your poignant visage.

"Hey! What's wrong bub? You're crying? Did I do something wrong? The water's too cold? Scrunchie's too tight?" he clasped your hands away and enveloped his tatted hands around your puffy face.

"You don't find me sexy anymore. That's why you're refusing to make love to me. Heck you don't even wanna join me in the tub!" you sniveled, splashing the water away as you abruptly stood up. You were attempting to hop out of the tub, but cause of your sudden movement and dizziness mixed with intoxication, you lost balance and lunged forward, towards the tiled floor.

You expected to be smacked hard on the face by the cold marbled floor. But your free fall was cushioned by his Herculean chest. His brawny arms swaddling you, as he soon wrapped you in a towel before you could comprehend what had happened.

"Gotcha. See? Baby you're so drunk! You were about to break some bones if it weren't me. Baby try to understand me. You look so sexy right now that I would lose all my control if I joined you right now." he hugged you tight and stood up to carry you towards the bed.

Despite your fidgeting, he was able to successfully place you on the mattress.

"You're lying. Baby I am sober! I know what am doing!" you hastily tugged the towel off your body, hoping he would give in, if you tried harder.

Like a coy feline, you crawled towards him, imitating a predator to his meat, as you drew your manicured nails in his locks and bestrode his clothed lap. Locking your lips with his ardently, your perky bosoms pressed against his chest.

"Bun-" Jungkook grunted, breaking the kiss as his last ditch attempt, hoping you would understand the situation.

"Look I am not lying baby. I want to make love with you. Heck. I wanna make love to you so bad. But we can't baby. Tomorrow when you're sober for sure, I'll rail you. I promise baby." he held your hand to make you feel his hard on as a mute testimony.

If he was thinking that his desperate plea was a sage decision. It was absolutely erroneous, a lapse of judgement at his part. As you swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and rendered him shirtless. Your hips swiveled against the tent in his pants.

"Then do it baby. Love me good. I need it Koob even if I am drunk. Need you so bad," you purred and nibbled his neck, as your hands unfastened his pants, exhorting him to lift them off him.

"Oh my bun! You asked for it. Fvck it." he threw away his self restraint, and his hands cuddled you closer to indulge you in a passionate kiss.

"Baby. Need you bad, Koob" you squirmed on him in desperation as he lifted you to get rid of his restraining boxers along with his pants.

Before he could do anything further, a brainwave of pellucidity struck him amidst the fog of lust. He immediately ceased his actions and stood off the bed. Leaving you whining and addled.

"Baby gotta grab the condom. Wait for me hmm?" he pecked your pouty lips as you nodded, proceeding to lie on the bed to wait for him.

"The heck! Where's the box!" Jungkook rummaged through the toiletries, when he found out that you two had run out of the nightstand drawer stash of protection.

His eyes twinkled in victory when he found a sealed box of protection, resting innocently in the top shelf. Wasting not a second, he ripped the box open and held the foiled packet in his mouth. He hoped to greet his patient bun romantically, when he would return to continue their hot time together.

"I am back baby. So where were we, my beautiful girl-" his cheer was cut short as he beheld your softly snoring form resting peacefully under the duvets.

He sighed in defeat and walked closer to you, pulling the blanket higher up to keep you warm. He tucked your hair gently behind your ear and pecked your forehead warmly.

"Good night, my bun. My poor bun you must be tired. My angel. Have sweet dreams baby," he cooed as a soft smile graced his features. He switched the lights off, after sending you to your peaceful slumber.

"Guess now I have to deal with you on my own huh?" he talked to his buddy downstairs, which was hoisting up the white flag to his surrender, mocking him.

After a cold shower, it was your warmth that cuddled Jungkook to a satiated sleep that night.

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