'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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BEFORE YOU READ:
listen up bagel buns. y'all were REAL QUIET on that last chapter. i see y'all voting, i know you're reading - just cause Jungkook be licking your neck like a tasty popsicle doesn't mean you can't type. BOTH HANDS ON THE PHONE, QUEENS.
i only say this because this book is basically going to become smut central in about five chapters' time and at this rate it'll be SILENT 😂
okay, back to our regularly scheduled programming...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
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♠︎ YOU
"Holy shit," you panted, collapsing onto the floor in a heap. "That was fucking insane."
Jimin laughed down at you, standing over you with his hands on his hips. In comparison to you - a steaming hot mess in a pile on the floor - he had barely broken a sweat, despite the cloistering heat in the house's back garden.
It was nine o'clock the next morning. You had a raging hangover, head throbbing against your skull, and yet this hadn't stopped Jimin dragging you out of bed to do a HIIT workout with him. All of your protestations had been useless. The boy was persistent.
And now, you felt like you might die of exhaustion and dehydration and alcohol poisoning all at once.
"How do you do that every day?!" you asked, incredulous and breathing heavily, leaning back on your hands to look up at him. "I would collapse."
Jimin shrugged, flashing you a winning smile as he began to stretch out his calves. "Practice, I guess."
"Jesus, I think I might throw up," you moaned dramatically, wiping your forehead on your t-shirt. "I knew all that rum last night was a mistake."
He laughed, switching legs. "I don't know what you're talking about. I feel fine."
"Yeah, and that's another thing," your eyes narrowed at the blonde man above you. "You drank about a litre of rum last night, and you still look like a vision. Should be illegal."
Jimin rolled his eyes as his arms went over his head to stretch out his biceps, brushing his messy blonde hair. "Cuff me, officer, I'm guilty."
You snorted. "I bet you'd love that, you kinky freak."
