'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 TWENTY THREE
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♠︎ JUNGKOOK
Jungkook had never suffered this way in his life.
Not when he'd gotten his tattoos, or when he'd spent 24 back-to-back hours in the practice rooms that one time before their debut. Not even the time he'd accidentally eaten all of Jimin's dumplings and been subjected to his friend's torrent of rage for a week afterwards.
He had never known suffering like this, and it had only been four days.
Four. Days. Of agony.
It had been Saturday evening when they'd won the scavenger hunt; when Jungkook had made you come all over his fingers only for you to tell him that you wanted to hold off on sex for a week. It was now Wednesday, and every one of Jungkook's nerve endings felt like it was on fire all of the time.
Because he wanted nothing more than to bend you over any available surface and make you his.
This wasn't totally unprovoked. He wasn't just some uncontrollable horndog - although when it came to you, he thought there was a chance he might be. No, it was more than that - it was because you knew he was suffering, and yet you still misbehaved at any given opportunity.
On Sunday, you'd worn the very outfit he'd told you he never wanted to see you wear in front of the other guys to dinner, smirking every time he met your eye in the fitted shirt and skirt. Monday was another cloudy day, so thankfully you were more covered; but you hadn't missed an opportunity to curl up in Namjoon's lap around the firepit in the evening, which made Jungkook want to murder his favourite hyung with a pickaxe.
And yesterday, in the late afternoon, as the golden sun was lazily trailing across the sky and the majority of the others were asleep outside, Jungkook had spotted you face-down and snoozing peacefully on a sun lounger. Which would have been fine, had your bikini top not been undone, exposing the smooth, uninterrupted expanse of your back.
Jungkook's blood had boiled in his veins, his crotch tightening instantly. Granted, he couldn't see anything considering you were lying on your front, and likely just looking for a good tan - but still. It was imagining what you looked like without a shirt on that was driving him crazy.
He'd had to go back inside, and tend to his new problem in his room.
In fact, he'd been doing a lot of that in the last few days. Between jerking off, thinking of you, and working out, he barely had time to relax and enjoy his holiday.
