'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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a note:
as with all my y/n stories she is slightly on the curvy side. it's referenced extremely rarely, pls feel free to ignore if you like imagining y/n as yourself!
*evil laugh* buckle up bagels...
MINOR TRIGGER WARNING IN PLACE. check the comments if you need to (but it will spoil it a bit for you, you've been warned)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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♠︎ JUNGKOOK
It wasn't long before Jungkook had an opportunity to put Yoongi's advice into action.
Later that afternoon, the sun had slunk across the sky in such a blazing heat that nobody seemed able to muster the energy to do anything. They had plans to go for a hike in the mountains, but the warmth was too oppressive, almost suffocating, with no breeze coming off the salty waves to temper the fierce heat. By three o'clock, most of them had given in trying to even move; Hobi, Jin and Namjoon were passed out on sun-loungers in the shade, Jimin and Taehyung were lazing on lilos in the cool waters of the swimming pool, and Yoongi had presumably found the darkest, coolest place indoors to curl up for a nap in.
As for Jungkook, he was on a mission.
After his pep talk with Yoongi earlier - not to mention the simmering rage that had been building since he watched the ice water droplets rolling down your neck - he still felt like a coil, wound tighter than ever. And he wanted to be in control of when he would snap; he didn't want you to ambush him like you had with the water bottle.
So this time, he went in search of you.
Leaving Jimin and Taehyung snoozing on the lilos, he climbed out of the pool, drying off nearly instantly in the oppressive sunlight. He wandered toward the house, peering in the window of the kitchen.
Jungkook didn't expect to find you instantly, but he froze by the kitchen window as he spotted you, perched on the countertop by the refridgerator. Clearly the heat was getting to you too, because you were in a flimsy little sundress, short enough to make the possessiveness in Jungkook's stomach growl a little. The thin straps exposed your shoulders and the top of your chest, and would expose the bruise he'd left, except you'd covered it with makeup since showering.
