'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 ~...
this chapter took me so long and it's basically just spice, but please don't let that put you off commenting! i'm weirdly proud of this one lol.
also, take it from me, and do NOT read this chapter in public.
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CHAPTER FORTY THREE
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♠︎ YOU
In the end, your plan had been simpler than you'd expected.
It was Namjoon's idea, really. You'd been all for concocting some sort of hare-brained scheme over the course of several days, full of little things that would drive Jungkook bat-shit crazy. But you realised that Namjoon probably wouldn't be super comfortable with flirting with you openly any more, considering his absolute down-badness for Nia. And besides, fake or not, you didn't want to mess around with your best friend's man.
The trouble, then, was finding something safe enough that Namjoon could lend a hand with, but dangerous enough to rile Jungkook up. When you told Namjoon this, he just shrugged.
"So just find the thing he wants the most, and don't give it to him," he said casually, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. "If I know you, there's something you still haven't let him win at yet, right?"
It was only then, that it had clicked.
Jungkook longed for you to call him daddy. So all you had to do was call Namjoon that instead.
With a sly grin, you glanced at Namjoon - internally thanking him for his big brain - and filled him in on the scheme, asking him to play along.
Now, though, you were considering whether even this simplest of plans was a step too far. Jungkook's grip on your wrist as he tugged you into his bedroom was vice-like, slamming the door behind you and pressing you into it so hard it made you wince.
The doe eyes you adored so much were gone. Now, he looked nothing less than deadly.
"I am already very, very fucking mad at you," he managed, his voice tremulous with rage as his warm frame pinned you to the door. "So I'm gonna trust you to get on your knees, on that bed, in the next ten seconds, or else I'm really gonna lose my fucking shit. And trust me, you do not want that."
