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📍Summary: Jungkook loves yout scent and wants to inhale you every hour, every minute, every second.

📍Word count: 2.5 k words

📍Warnings: you are showering and the door is open, scent (and you) deprived jungkook, he wants you close, jealousy, he is clingy pro max.

*This is a work of fiction*

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"Bun!"

"Baby!"

"Princess?"

"Sexy mama!"

Jungkook chanted lovingly, tumbling under the thick Hello kitty blankets. Exasperated, and severely deprived of your warmth.

"Ah Koobie, you're so impatient," you called back from the bathroom, the door left purposely open on Jungkook's special request. More like pleading, but we don't judge our baby bunny like that.

He said he felt lonely and wanted you closer, if not closest, that way.

Your shared bedroom was effulgent with a golden glow, from the scented candles and your golden retriever boyfriend. The vanilla-rose scent, blunged with the sweet manly musk of your lover, rendered your sanctuary a soporific redolence. Enticing you to finish your shower as quickly as possible.

After all, your hopeless romantic boyfriend knew how to lure you in his arms, which were your cherished haven.

"Bubba, you know I can't sleep without you- you're my blankie baby," he whined, propping his sculpted arm on the mattress, taking sneak peeks to watch his favourite show-

Your luscious frame, getting deluged by the steamy waters.

Though the frosted glass robbed his pleasure, he could suffice his salacious imagination. How rivulets of water would cascade down your voluptuous bosoms and dip into your cute navel. Their sojourn, culminating at his happy place, between your thighs.

The sultry images played like the softest, sensual movie in his head, making him salivate and levitate on clouds of reverie.

"Koobie, stop checking me out. I can see you from here! I'm coming bubba, just wait. I'm applying your favourite coconut scrub, baby," you teased, holding the bottle in your hand, chiding his ravenous intentions.

His eyes glimmered in mischief, and he pulled the blanket over his head, hiding from the honest accusations. His cheeks heated red and his button nose blushed the pinkest shade.

"Agh it's not my fault my girlfriend is an actual goddess! I'm just an innocent worshipper. Now come fast or I'll cry!" he peeked his one eye open, lowering the blanket stealthily, to be blessed by your godly visuals.

"Gosh Koobie, you're so dramatic. Just wait a few moments bubba," you slathered the scrub in copious amounts over your supple skin, knowing very well how he melted under your scent, snuggling like a baby in your arms.

"Ugh," he sighed, turning around his shirtless back to you. He was clad just in his Calvins, preferring to cuddle you naked every night. Your tender touch being his sweetest lullaby.

He fiddled with his phone for a few seconds and just then, you heard the familiar instrumental music, from his phone's speakers.

He started humming, his favourite pastime which was also his job.

"If the world was ending

I'd wanna be next to you~~"

He started to sing, the dulcet tones enrapturing you like an alluring siren.

"Oh my god, Koob!" you started laughing, washing off the foam and creamy scrub away, your hands running through your damp threads. His honey voice, massaging your senses better than any touch, worldly qualms dripping off from your shoulders.

You revelled in his notes, the giddiness making you get lost in the moment. You were relishing the euphoria he provided, so much so, you unknowingly joined him and started singing along to his incantations.

"If the party was over

And our time on Earth was through

I'd wanna hold you just for a while

And die with a smile"

You and him concluded the duet, and you turned the water off with alacrity.

"Wow, Koobie. That was amazing, I'm done too, just let me dry my hair, hm?" you stepped out of the shower enclosure, and wrapped the bathrobe around your damp frame.

"What? Baby! I just sang an entire song, yearning for you and you're still not coming? It's not fair-"

His protest was muffled by the blaring sounds of the hair dryer running. You could no longer hear him. He huffed and decided to fall asleep without you, grabbing your Cooky plushie to inhale your scent and make up for your absence. The inanimate creation, low key mocking him with its pompous smirk, as if laughing at his plight.

"Ugh, why did I make him like this?" he squished the cotton plushie, sniffing it and pressing it close to his pecs, in vain attempts to calm his desire for your touch.

He tussled with the pink blankets, snuggled them, sniffed your pillow to gauge your scent. But alas, nothing felt the same.

As he was struggling, his eyes landed over your cami top and shorts, sprawled neatly on the bed for you to wear. The innocent satin pink fabric was mutely inviting him, inveigling him to embrace it.

He didn't care if he looked pathetic, he needed you. Direly.

So went over and snatched the flimsy clothing under the blanket, stealthily phagocytosing your fresh, fabric softener scented set. He made the Cooky plushie wear your cami crop top, and rested his bread cheeks over its plush chest, imagining it was you (and your bosoms).

All these antics being carried in the confines of the heavy hello kitty blankets, the setting too innocent for his mischievous actions.

But they say, you can't fit a square peg in a round hole. How can he expect these paltry, lifeless objects to fulfil his desire for you, his life?

They also say, patience is bitter but its fruit is sweet. But he just couldn't wait any longer. He needed to savour his succulent fruit. He needed you close to him. Now.

Being at the end of his tether, and his patience blazing up in flames of yearning, he got up from the bed like a knight gets on his trusted horse. He galloped his way towards the washroom, where the dryer was playing like trumpets, heralding his arrival.

"Oh Koobub, I'm just done baby-Ah!" you unleashed a loud squeal, your hair dryer long switched off as he hauled you up on his shoulder. He was so muscular and brawny, it was as if Hercules was lifting a feather. You kneaded your little fists over his broad shoulders, the latter feeling like an exhilarating massage to him. A kitten making cookies.

"I can't wait anymore, get in the bed with me," he kissed your plump derriere, after patting it playfully. An impish grin decorated his handsome face, just like a winner lifting his trophy.

"Oh my Koobie-careful! Ah eek-" he tickled your thighs, drumming them in jest, his giggles being uncontrollable as he skipped like a giddy bunny towards the bed. Carrying you like his juicy carrot.

After reaching the bed, he knelt down, lowering your bathrobe clad form carefully on the bed. He grinned goofily and kissed you ardently, booping his nose with yours, tickling your hips.

You fluttered your lashes shut and interlaced your arms around his neck. His head now buried in your neck, scenting you and leaving butterflies.

"Koobub, baby I'm not even dressed yet, let me wear my clothes first, hm? Then I'm all yours," you scratched his locks in cajoling motions, kissing his ear. Your lover was too intoxicated by your scent to even lift his head, blanketing you under his sculpted form.

"Naur, don't wan' let go. Sleep naked with me, skin to skin, feels warm, need to feel you bun," he nudged your collar bones with his nose, his naughty hands sneaking under the robe, after undoing the knot.

"Uh huh naughty bunny," you held his wrist, to discipline him, holding his hand to your lips to kiss his pout away.

He was being so needy, you cooed at his overflowing affection for you.

"Baby, please, you- you smell divine," he snuffed you up, inhaling your soft skin, getting high off it like you were his poppy. His puppy eyes, glistening in longing.

"Bubba you know I get cold easily, you want me to get sick Koobub?" You twirled his black curls in your fingers, pecking his lips to convince him.

He pondered for a second, not wanting his girl to get cold or sick. Biting his lips and playing with his lip ring, his hands pulled the blanket over you two, wrapping you up like a blanket burrito, caging you from the side. "I'll keep you warm bubba! My body is hot, I'll be your personal heater!" He sprawled his leg over your tummy, clasping onto you, akin to a koala.

"You're unbelievable Koob-" you chortled, pinching his cotton cheeks, while he played with your hair spread on the mattress, making a little halo of your threads over your head.

"My angel, I love you so much-" he giggled, scrunching his nose in a bunny smile, followed by bashfully nuzzling his head in your bosoms.

"Bubba, I can't breathe baby, you're tickling me," he squished you tighter to him as if you would slip away, kitten licking and kissing your décolletage.

You tried to break free from his viper grip, and then your eyes landed on the Cooky plushie dressed in your cami top, the latter fitting on him like a princess gown.

"Koobie! What's this bubba?" You guffawed hard, gripping his beefy arms and cradling his rouge visage to face you. He was as red as a summer tomato, his ears were pink, and his eyes guileless, like a gullible doe.

"I was missing you, so..." he rested his cheeks on your bosoms and played with the satin fabric of the top, "so, I dressed him like you, to cuddle with me. I love your scent." He completed his confession by a wet kiss on your lips, snuggling the plushie between both of you.

"Hm, I see. How about I dress in those clothes and be your sleeping plushie, hm? Just like Cooky?" You took off the camisole from the soft toy and tried to convince Jungkook, the latter stuck to you like glue.

He bit his lips at the proposition, personally he loved your natural scent mixed with the fabric softener. It was blissfully addictive, and irresistible. Moreover, you were feeling cold, which he absolutely didn't want. So he agreed, raising his bulky chest above you to give you some space.

"Ah, such a good boy, my baby." You showered him praise, preparing to slip the top over you. But as you undid the robe fully, Jungkook held your wrists to stop you.

"Wait. I'll dress my plushie." he smirked and undid your robe ever so slowly, breathing in every inch of your curves for his visual pleasure. He captured your every cell in his honey orbs, slithering his hands sensually under your back to pull over the fleecy clothing.

You played along, arching your back like a sly feline for him. Humming in delight when he left kisses up your navel to your chin.

"Koobie fast, I'm shivering!" You whined when he was taking his sweet time, to (un)dress you.

"Ah sorry bun," he quickly held your underwear and cocked his head to the side, mutely asking for your permission. Finding the said garment a bit restraining and more so useless.

"Baby do you really need to-"

"Koobie."

Your stern voice was enough to hasten his actions. So he meekly slipped up your underwear and pulled the satin shorts up your sleek, moisturised legs.

You made grabby hands above your head to help him pull down flimsy top over your head and cover your warm skin. He tucked the thick blanket up till your neck and slipped beside you, enveloping you in his arms. Such that now you were wrapped up in two blankets, the Hello kitty one and your boyfriend.

You scratched his nape, dancing your nails over his spine, while he laid flat like a pancake between your legs, using your bosoms as his personal cushion, his hands playing with your hair.

"Bun," He squeaked, placing his inked hand over yours. The size difference making him smile as his pinky played with your index finger.

"Hm," you yawned out, his warmth lulling you, similar to a caterpillar napping in her cocoon. Or shall we say Kookoon.

"You know when I was young, I used to have this blanket which I absolutely loved to sleep with. I would always snuggle it close to me and its scent would always calm me. I literally used to snort it like a drug. I really couldn't sleep without it. So much so, I even was against my mom washing it, because that would mean I would have to sleep without my 'blankie'," he chuckled recounting his childhood, his lashes resting peacefully over his mochi cheeks, making you imagine him as his baby self in your arms. Your little Kookie.

"Oh my bubba, even I had such a blankie when I was young, in fact that's also the reason I love plushies so much. They are so soft and comfort my inner child," you gushed, picking the Cooky plushie beside you to caress your cheeks over it. Much to Jungkook's petulance.

He instantly plucked the plushie from your hands and interlocked his hands with yours, mutely asking for all your attention on him. And only him.

"For me, you're my that blankie, my plushie. Whenever I have you close, all my worries fade away. Your scent makes me feel safe and loved, baby." he shifted his cheeks, so that his chin rested on your sternum, and his honey doe eyes softly embraced yours.

"Koobie, baby. That's so- so sweet my love. Gosh you're such a romantic! Do you want your bun to cry after having done her skincare routine!" You cupped his face delicately in your hands, your lips plump and your eyes glistening in profound love for your man. You wanted to stamp every cell of his being with your tender kisses. He was so precious.

"Aye of course not. I only like tears on you when I'm rearranging your-" you cupped his raunchy mouth, before it could take off to another flight of fancy.

"Koobub." you whispered, your amused eyes asking him to not ruin the sentimental moment. Whilst the blush on your cheeks, and your goosebumps confirmed him, you indeed liked his naughty flirtation.

"Love you so much, too much, baby," he kissed your hand over his mouth, fondling it against his cheeks.

"Love you too, my baby plushie," you littered kisses over his forehead, his nose, his cheek, his chin and finally his lips.

"But wait a minute. I thought you were my plushie! Now suddenly I'm your plushie?" he rose above slightly, feeling betrayed.

"I think we were very clear since the beginning baby, you're my human- baby-bunny plushie. Now come cuddle me, that's what good plushies do."

You held him tighter in your embrace, muffling all his protest and attempts to argue in your bosoms.

"Good night, my Koobie plushie!"

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