'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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@bangtanbagels ~...
please note, this is a double update! make sure you read chapter twenty four first.
also there are explicit warnings in place for this one - you know what's about to go down 😉
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CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
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♠︎ JUNGKOOK
The moment the pair of you reached the top of the stairs, the tension exploded.
Not that Jungkook hadn't expected this. After all, he'd been on edge since he woke up this morning - unlike you, he'd been only too aware of what day it was - and then when you'd appeared on the terrace in this dress, he'd known he'd only be able to retain his composure for so long.
The low cut of it exposing your chest, the scooped back, and the way it ended mid-thigh... Jungkook thought it must have been made by the devil himself.
So when he finally had you alone, his mission was to get it off you as soon as possible.
Jungkook stumbled into his room, dragging you in too by your waist, your lips not wanting to detach from his as you moaned against him. He shut the door behind him with his foot and reached for you, pulling you into him as you tangled together in one hot, desperate mass of limbs.
"You've been so naughty this week," he rasped out, reaching back for your ass and spanking you hard once. You squealed in pleasure and pain against his mouth. "Bad girl."
"Fuck you," you managed, raking your hands through his hair. You knew you were playing with fire, and Jungkook felt the rage rising inside him.
"I think maybe you need a good fucking spanking again, huh?" his hands went to the hem of your dress and pulled it swiftly over your head, before he strode across the room with you in his arms.
Before you could protest he had dropped you onto the mattress, splaying you out across his bed.
"Shit," he eyed your figure, half-naked and resplendent against his starched white sheets in only your underwear.
He realised, suddenly, the problem with his plan.
How the fuck was he supposed to punish you for all the transgressions this week - the flirting with Namjoon, the outfit tonight, the half-naked sunbathing - when you looked like this? How could he retain any sense of control or composure, push you to your limits and maintain your boundaries, when he could barely control himself just looking at you?
