'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 NINETEEN
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♠︎ YOU
"Well?"
You gazed at the waiting raised eyebrow of your best friend on the other end of the phone screen. Wishing that you had just called her, and not facetimed as she'd requested, because you were red as a cherry fucking tomato.
"Oh come on, girl, out with it," Nia tutted when you didnt reply. "I need to know!"
You sighed, conceding defeat as you sat up in your bed. "It's massive."
Nia squealed in delight, rolling backwards on her bed in Daegu and kicking her feet in the air.
"I knew it!" she hissed with vindication. "My big dick senses were tingling."
You rolled your eyes. "Ni, you know that size doesn't really matter, right?"
"Oh, but I bet he knows how to use it," Nia predicted pompously. "I reckon his is a coochie whisperer."
"I wouldn't know," you said huffily. "It hasn't been anywhere near my coochie."
"But you did do something with him, right? I can tell. So come on, spill," she pressed. You mumbled your reply as quietly as you could, and Nia smirked. "Can't hear you, babe."
"I rode his thigh," you hissed at her. Nia cackled.
"Dick. Ma. TIZED." she punched the air to punctuate each syllable.
"Sometimes I really hate being your friend," you sighed, but you were smiling now.
In fact, since leaving Jungkook's room last night, you hadn't stopped smiling once. Every time you thought about it sent the blush flooding back into your cheeks, which was confusing considering that you were normally so open and chilled out about sex. When you and Namjoon had sex, neither of you had really batted an eyelid.
But something about this deal with Jungkook was different.
Did Jungkook really need you? That was the real question. You'd certainly seen enough last night to tell you he was way better at this than you'd expected. He was controlling and tempting, and he'd worked out your praise kink at lightning speed.
And, luckily for him - and you - he really had the skills to back up those cocky ass words.
But the point, you figured, was that he didn't know how good he was. So maybe he just needed to believe in his own abilities. You'd noticed yesterday that when he was really getting into it, his confidence increased, the dirty words coming to him easier and seeming to flow from his mouth. It was when he wasn't in the bedroom that he was shyer, or more reclusive - probably the reason why this Yooba woman didn't know exactly how talented he was.
