'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 THIRTY THREE
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♠︎ JUNGKOOK
Jungkook knew he had to tell you how he felt, and soon.
Ever since the night he'd put your drunk ass to bed - the night he'd realised that this was no longer just sex for him any more - it was like this realisation had made the feelings grow stronger. When he thought of you now, a tightening constricted around his heart, remembering the way you'd submitted to him when he tied you with his belt, and how hard you had come, screaming out his name. The way you'd looked with his release painted over you.
And the way you'd kissed him afterwards, that made the world feel like it had stopped spinning.
Jungkook could deny it no longer. Yoora was a thing of the past. He was down bad, for one woman and one woman only.
It didn't mean he didn't want to dominate you in bed. He loved sparring with you there - the way you always resisted with a smile, as though you knew that Jungkook would have the last laugh in the end. He loved the way you hid away part of yourself for him to find, buried beneath layers of bravado and sharp-witted insults. He loved that when he said the right things, the layers unfolded like a flower in bloom beneath him, exposing the desperate and vulnerable part of you that needed him just as badly as he needed you.
Jungkook was in charge in the bedroom. But whether you knew it or not, you ruled his heart in everything else.
It was stunning, really, how quickly he'd fallen. One moment he was thinking about ripping your clothes off, and then you were in his every waking thought, shooting him that mischievous grin he loved so much.
Deep down, he knew that it was the threat of losing you that had made his feelings so apparent, and his stomach twisted when he remembered that the two of you still hadn't talked about Taehyung's confession. After you'd gone for a second round that night, Jungkook mesmerised by the sight of you riding him, the pair of you had been too exhausted to do anything but fall asleep.
At least you stayed this time, Jungkook had thought, when he awoke the next morning with your back pressed to his chest, loving the warmth of you. It was the first time you'd stayed, and it only served to give him more hope that you reciprocated his feelings.
Jungkook wore his heart on his sleeve, and his body couldn't hide it. When he thought of waking up with you now - a full day later - he warmed, pink flushing his cheeks; he felt like a teenager with a stupid crush again. He could concentrate on very little, especially when you were in the same room, doing anything even remotely interesting, like smile or laugh or - god forbid - talk to him.
