Judar Scenarios and One Shots

You Drunk

Summary:

anonymous asked:

What about a scenario with Judar's usually calm and shy s/o being drunk and all flirty and clingy to him?

Rating - Teen for cursing

"Judar~ Babyyy~!"

Judar instantly felt his skin crawl at the shrill voice coming from behind him, almost feeling the need to curl up into a ball to get away from it. He knew the voice, though it was different from the usually sweet, calm voice of his lover. Feeling as if his hair were standing on end, he took the chance to look back behind him down the hallway, unable to help the look of distaste from crossing his features as he saw her. She was obviously ridiculously drunk, making her way towards him with a bouncy, stumbling step.

"Baby? Seriously?" Judar hissed through clinched teeth, finding the pet name distasteful. She pouted as she approached him, instantly latching onto his arm. Judar could smell the alcohol on her, even turning his face away from the smell. "Holy shit, why were you drinking?" Even though he was a bit annoyed, he put his arm around her to keep her steady, scared she was going to fall. She giggled, putting her arm back around him as well. "Oh, come on, what's wrong with a little drinking now and again. I was with my friends! Girls night~! You know?"

Judar could only feel his irritation bubbling higher, hating it when she spent time with those other women. She always got like this after being with them, and it was extremely frustrating to deal with the aftermath. But tonight, it seemed way worse than normal, and he was almost positive she would black out at any second. Still, he continued to walk, trying to coax her towards their bedroom. "Yeah, yeah, girl's night, I get it. But that doesn't mean you can get shitfaced just because." She shot another pout up at him, stumbling along. "Tha-hic-t is so mean, JuBaby~"

His skin crawling for the second time in less than five minutes, he couldn't stand it anymore and just snatched her up off her feet, quickly moving towards the bedroom. "Please, don't call me that, that's fucking awful." She only began to laugh, leaning her head back as she was basically limp in his arms. "What's so bad about me calling you baby, Baby?" She belched, quickly reaching up to cover her mouth. "Oops. Pardon me." His frustration suddenly broken by the sudden crack in her normally polite demeanor, he couldn't help but to let a chuckle slip, though it was followed by a frustrated sigh.

"You need to go to bed." He finally reached their door, sliding it open with his foot. He winced as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, slapping him in the face with her elbow in the process. "No! I don't want to go to bed!" She kicked her feet, as if she were a toddler throwing a tantrum. "You can't make me!" Walking into the room and forcing the door shut with his foot again, he started towards the bed. "Yes, I can, woman! You are going to bed, I hate it when you're drunk!" As he reached the bed, he tried to throw her down onto it, but her grip stayed firm around his neck and he was pulled down with her, tumbling on top of her as she squealed.

Her knees going straight into his gut, he groaned and rolled over, though she kept her grip, following him until she was sitting on his stomach. She giggled, her upper body laying on his as her arms moved away from his neck. "Oops." As she leaned in to kiss him, he turned his face away, gripping her by the shoulders to try and push her back. "Don't kiss me, you reek!" She gripped onto his face with both hands, turning it to face back forward as she wiggled her backside playfully. "Aw, don't be like that! Come on, I just want a little kiss."

Glaring at her in annoyance as she squished his cheeks in, he tightened his grip on her shoulders, nearly ready to bind her down with magic until she fell asleep. "You don't want just a little kiss. Last time we started mess around when you were drunk like this, you fell asleep! I'm not fucking doing that again, you want something, you wait until you're sober." He was finally able to push her up to sit up straight, and she leaned her head back, groaning loudly in frustration. "I won't fall asleep this time, I promise!" She began to run her hand down his torso, tracing the toned form of his stomach.

Judar shook his head, placing his hands firmly on her hips to keep her from moving. "I don't think so." She sighed, still running her fingers along his skin. "But you're so gorgeous." Judar couldn't help but chuckle. "Flattery will get you nowhere. Let's get you out of your robes so you can go to bed." Using the necessary amount of force, he pushed her over to lay down, quickly getting away from her so he could stand up. Obviously lacking the energy or cognitive focus to sit herself up, she rolled over on to her back, completely splayed out. "Oh, you're gonna get me naked anyways, huh?" She spoke with a tired smile, even as her eyes drooped.

"You'll be asleep before I even get back to the bed."