'call me bunny one more time, and i'll f*ck you so hard you forget your own name.'
in which jungkook needs help becoming more dominant, and you are just the woman for the job.
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| dom!kook x brat!reader
| mature content
| complete
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CHAPTER SEVEN
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♠︎ YOU
"Hi Kookie," you said with a flirtatious smile. "Long time no see."
It was a ruse, of course it was. The easiness of your tone. The suggestiveness on your face.
Deep down, you were bricking it.
Jungkook, however, seemed entirely unfazed by your presence. If he was surprised to see you here already, he didn't show it, wearing an expression that hinted nonchalance, or perhaps even indifference altogether.
"Hi," he said back. His voice was just as firm as it had been on the phone; on the quiet side, but steady nonetheless, and your stomach clenched.
You didn't know why you were so nervous. It was all a bit of harmless fun, after all. A competition, a game - one that he would learn from. And besides, you were the more sexually experienced here. There was no need to feel weird about it.
But as Jungkook was steered away from you by Jimin before you could converse any more, off to greet Yoongi, you couldn't help but watch him from the corner of your eye.
Something had changed, since the last time you saw him. Or had it always been there, and you just hadn't seen it? Either way, you didn't remember this quiet stillness in him, this calm confidence that seemed to emanate out from his core. Perhaps he had just been working out? He did seem more muscular, his arms more defined beneath his shirt, his jaw clearly cut against his neck when he turned to smile at Yoongi, leaning down for a hug.
Not to mention that gorgeous mane of smooth, wavy raven hair, and the silver lip ring that glinted in the sunlight.
You weren't even sure handsome covered it. The man was downright pretty.
You cursed your ovaries for responding to the sight of him in just a baggy t-shirt and shorts, his broad chest and tattooed arm on display. Soon, he would be in that pool, in his full bare-chested glory, and-
No. Soon he would be naked, in bed. With you.
Only god knew how you'd deal with him then.
Like you deal with every other guy, your inner voice tutted at you. He's just a man, for god's sake. Get over yourself.
Begrudgingly, you had to admit that the inner bad bitch inside you was right.
