pairing: boyfriend jungkook × female reader

genre: !fluffy content ahead

word count: 1.2k

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A long drawn out yawn leaves your lips, the sun shining outside of the window as the cool air seeps through the cracks and into the bedroom. You rub your eyes as they refuse to open but once they do they are welcomed by the silhouette of your boyfriend, Jungkook, washing his face in the bathroom to your left, his hair pulled back as he wears your pink polka dotted headband. You can’t help but smile as you analyze him from afar, the way his eyes shut tight as he splashed water on his face, carefully reaching for the towel that sat on the counter and drying his now freshly cleaned face off.

There’s a humming that can be heard, deep in his chest and quiet, perhaps he didnt want to wake you but here you are, being a sneaky little thing — in just a single moment you’re on your feet and creeping towards him. Jungkook was in his own little world, unbeknownst to him you watch his every move with a mischievous smirk. His hums continue, your steps are slow and strategic but not strategic enough, Jungkook’s hums stop and he spins around with a toothbrush in his mouth now. Startled by the sudden movement, you stub your toe on the door and shreik.

“Ey, (y/n), what’re you doing out here?” He leans down next to you on the floor, and with your hands clasped around your redding and sore toe, you look up at him in defeat now having to admit exactly what your plans were.

“I was going to scare you but you scared me instead and I stubbed my toe on the door,” your bottom lip pokes out and your frown, recalling the countless times before where you attempted to scare your boyfriend, failing yet again. “You must’ve heard me coming to the door.”

“자기야 you have to be stealthy.” Jungkook jumps to his feet, his legs spread apart like a crab and his face serious. He looks to you, motioning for you to stand to your feet, and although confused, you follow his lead.

“Ok, first rule of stealth, you have to be super quiet. Every movement counts, alright?” A laugh erupts from your chest, unable to hold it back as he stalks his way through the room as if he were in some kind of video game. It was definitely reminisnet of the character Joel from The Last of Us, only he was quite the opposite of the burly older man and he was still wearing that pink headband of yours. You follow him closely, copying his silly movements.

“Eyes down, face forward, and crab walk with your feet planted securely on the ground, that way if you need to sneak up on a fucker you’ll be able to maintain a swift balance.” What was he talking about? You were really trying to take him seriously but the words coming out of his mouth were preposterous. On you go, crab walking all the way until you reach the living room.

The way Jungkook holds your hand so firmly in his as you accompany him in his silliness reminds you of the many reasons you love him; his spontaneousness and goofiness being two of them. He always knew how to cheer you up and you had already forgotten about your injured toe. He was so into character though, he held your hand as though you were both really sneaking up on someone and it was so cute. His feet stop moving and you both kneel behind the couch. Jungkooks tatted finger comes up to your lips, shooshing you as he points above him and over the couch.

“There’s the target (y/n), are you ready?” You peep your head up, your eyes landing on the said target; a pillow minding its own business. All it did was offer you comfort and a place to lay your head or your back but you were afraid that what Jungkook had in store was nothing of the sort. I’m sorry, pillow. “NOW!” Jungkook leaps over the couch, landing straight on his sockless feet and putting the ball of cotton in a headlock. You could’nt believe your eyes and your face hurts from all the laughing you’re doing as Jungkook strangles the pillow to the ground with his meaty arm.

Jungkook pants dramatically, tossing the pillow to the side and looking up at you, still dying of laughter and clutching your chest as if it were going to pop right out. The look on his face was quizzical, he was amused by your laughter and very glad to be your form of entertainment but he wasn’t done just yet.

“You were supposed to copy my movement, had I not been fast enough that guy would’ve done the same to you, or worse,” he points to another sad pillow, a dent on its side from Jungkooks fist. “You have to watch your surroundings, that’s the second rule.” You stop laughing, nodding your head and standing straight.

“Yessir.” Your tone was playful despite the expression on your face, you wanted to tease him for his gamerboy ways, he was aware that you had no idea of what he was babbling on about but he appreciated that you played along. You don’t expect his next action as he now stands before you, his nose pressed against yours and now it's his turn to have a smirk plastered on his face. You don’t say or do anything, you’re completely still as his arms wrap around your waist, those brown dough eyes never breaking from yours.

“The final rule…” Both of his arms are secure on your waist now, the heat radiating from your body meshing with his and you gulp your excitement down, your legs closing together so tight your thighs would begin to hurt if you didn’t stop, but you couldn’t. His pink lips near yours and his eyes begin to waver and so do yours, you’re ready to be granted that wonderful, blissful feeling of his lips on yours…

“Don’t get distracted.” He grins before lifting you up and off of your feet, swinging you over his shoulder and spinning you around. Your laughs are music to his ears and he can hear your complaints but he’d much rather continue spinning you around in his arms, a little reminder to be a little more stealthy when you’re trying to sneak up on your boyfriend who’s not so easily scared.

He stops spinning, his arms growing tired and what was only two minutes felt like ten, that you could agree as you land back on your feet, your head still a little dizzy as you regain your focus on his cute smiling face. Jungkook leans in, fully locking his lips with yours and letting out a satisfied sigh as your hands come up to wrap themselves in his dishevled hair, the feeling so familiar to him as your fingertips massage his scalp. You pull away, the both of you panting for air as you rest your foreheads against each other. You recall the day Jungkook asked you to move in with him and you knew with your entire heart that that was the best decision you could have ever made.

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Authors note:

This will be my very first update on Tumblr! To say I’m excited is an understatement. For quite some time I’ve wanted to post my work elsewhere, I finally found a place that I could feel most comfortable doing so.

I love the kpop community here, there’s so many wonderful writers with such amazing work. If you’re reading this, I’d like to thank you and I look forward to sharing more of my works with you! If you would like to read more you can find me on Wattpad. I’ll see you again soon 🤍

— Bri

pairing: !fuckboy Jungkook x reader

genre: angst, slight smut, f*ngering

word count: 2.3k

warning: this story contains sexual content, and lewd language 🔞

side note: Jungkook is a MAJOR fuckboy in this, he’s manipulative, selfish and insulting. The character (Y/N) is also imperfect in her own ways as you will see as you read on. Be fully aware that this is not how I see our sweet boy Jungkook, this is purely fiction❤️

Stories are to be written with faulty characters, characters who are imperfect and make mistakes that they will regret. It’s a realistic portrayal of a woman who cheats on her lover.

Enjoy the read ~

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The date was December 30th, the day when your wonderful boyfriend, Taehyung was born, and graced the earth with his charming and promiscuous presence. Oh how great he is, he’s everything a girl could wish for in a partner; caring, funny, sexy, an amazing listener and not only a lover but a best friend. The kind of guy you see in those cringe worthy romance movies and the kind you read about late at night through the fanfiction genres. He was everything and more… So at 12:00AM why were you sprawled out in his best friend’s sheets?

You look at your phone, the bright light casting on your face as you stare at it, the contrition of your actions hitting you deeply as Jungkooks legs lay on top of yours. It was revolting, and what was more revolting was the fact that this wasn’t the first time you had ended up here in his bed, in his house. Every night for the past two months you’d find yourself texting him that you would be over, and not once did he oblige to your visitation. Jungkook welcomed it.

The next question that presents itself is how could he do that to his own best friend? To sleep with his best friend's girlfriend has to be some kind of sin right? Well he was a sinner, a goddamn shameless one at that. Jungkook always had eyes for you, yet he would never let it be known. No, he wouldn’t say a word, not even when he had the chance to whisk you away before you got closer to Taehyung. You were all so young then, your adolescence was far too pure for that and so he waited. He waited until you all got older and out of high school, he waited until you realized that your sweet boyfriend could not please you fully the way your heart desires.

You wanted to be worshiped and praised, you wanted to feel like your body was levitating as his tongue worked wonders on every inch of you. You wanted your face to be shoved in plush pillows that smelled of his cologne, as he fucked you like the good little slut you were deep down inside. Jungkook knew exactly what your body wanted and needed, he gave you just that and furthermore. He was bounteous with the ways he satisfied your body and you were tired of the same old missionary bullshit and craved a more thrilling sexual experience.

A groan from said man snaps you out of your thoughts, turning your phone off and placing it quietly on the nightstand, ignoring the text from your boyfriend as you lay your head back against the bed frame. You could still hear the sounds of it smacking against the wall rhythmically as Jungkook thrusted into you from behind. Who the fuck were you anymore?

“You’re awake, I thought you’d still be tired after all of that,” Jungkook says, you could tell there was a smirk on his audacious face. “You’re such a slut.” He chuckles to himself.

This pisses you off and you scowl down at him, he’s looking up at you now, waiting for you to respond and you see the smirk on his face clear as day. He thought that this was funny? Sure you didn’t mind him degrading you while he was fucking you senseless but he had never called you out of your name outside of your sexual endeavors.

“I am not a slut and I don’t appreciate you calling me that.” You say sternly, your hands pulling up the blanket to cover your breasts.

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow, you knew he was going to say something by the quizzical look on his face and you rolled your eyes at that. You really weren’t in the mood for whatever he was going to throw at you this time as you’ve had many conversations about your current fuckbuddy situation.

“Then what are you, hmm?” His eyes look straight into yours. “After all, you’re sleeping with your boyfriend's best friend. Every night you come here practically begging me to rip your clothes off. So tell me, what does that make you?” His face is daringly close to yours and it takes everything in you not to slap him across his smug face as you fight back tears.

He just stares at you, he knows that his words cut deep but you couldn’t find it in you to disagree. Perhaps you were but you wouldn’t admit it. You love Taehyung, you love the way he makes you feel but he couldn’t do the things Jungkook could and you hated the power he had over your body. A tear slides down your cheek, his hands come up to your face, your eyes avoiding him and your lips begin to tremble as you feel your body ready to break down as his words repeat themselves over and over again inside your head.

“You can’t convince yourself otherwise, I know you (Y/N).” You don’t know a damn thing, is what you want to say.

You want to scream at him, you want to snatch this painfully comfortable blanket off of your body, get dressed and march right out of his house, nevermore would you speak to him or let him toy with your body… but you couldn’t do that, he had you wrapped around his finger as he manipulated you with his kisses that felt so sweet and so genuine as if he could one day be yours and you’d be his.

There’s no getting out of this now as his warm, wide hands grasp your thighs pulling them apart. Fuck you, you say inwardly, your body fully submitting to him as he laps at your neck, lips smacking against your skin and his tongue darting out to taste your flesh. He loved every second of it, your body belonging to only him at this moment. The blanket that covered you is now in your lap, his fingers trailing up towards where his cock had been not too long ago. You grow excited, your legs opening on their own, needy to feel his fingers deep inside of you.

“I hate you,” you rasp. “I really fucking hate you.” You’re a mess, your breath caught in your lungs as he dives his fingers into your soaking core earning a loud moan from you.

For some reason he rather enjoyed hearing you say you hated him, most likely because he knew it wasn’t true at all. You didn’t hate Jungkook but he knew that over time your feelings for him were compunctious, how you wished you had never slept with him although you continue to do so. He didn’t care to ponder on the thought, his only mission at this point was to please you and that’s what he would do.

“Say it again.” His voice is muffled as he carries on leaving his mark on your neck, making it hard for you to stifle your moans in hopes that he would just let up with his games. That didn’t work on him, if anything it just made him pick up his pace as he drove his fingers in and out of you.

The sheets began to soak beneath you, your legs wide and your head thrown back, the sound of your wet cunt reverberating the dimly lit room. The words leave your lips, your chest panting as you release over his lengthy digits. When you open your eyes he pulls them out of you, admiring the rather large wet patch between your legs and sliding his fingers into his mouth to get a taste.

“I hate you.” The male hums in satisfaction as your cum lingers on his taste buds, he was damn near addicted to the way you tasted.

“You can say that all you want darling,” he grins as he wraps his hand gently around your neck, his thumb stroking over the now redish mark he had left. “We both know you’ll be back again tomorrow night.” Jungkook presses his lips firmly against yours.

The kiss was hard, his head pressed against yours as he feverishly devoured you. He was right and that made this situation all the more painful, not as painful for you but for your boyfriend who was most likely worried sick about your whereabouts. As if on queue, your phone rings and you jump at the sound, Jungkook breaking away from your lips. He watches as you reach over and answer it, already knowing exactly who was on the other end.

“Babe, where are you? You said you’d be home before midnight.” He watches as your body shakes in panic and you stand to gather your belongings, nearly tripping over your own feet in search of your undergarments.

“I’ll be home soon love, the girls and I just had a little too much fun.” Jungkook scoffs and you look back with a glare.

It always amazes him how easy it is for you to lie to him and how he believes you each time. Of course he wouldn’t say anything to Taehyung, although he didn’t care that he was sleeping with his best friend's girlfriend, he’d much rather spare him the heartache of hearing so.

“I love you too, bye.” The line ends and you hurriedly slip on your clothes, not even giving Jungkook a glance as he continues to examine you.

You can feel his eyes on you and you face him, ignoring the tent that had formed underneath the blanket as he lays there looking amused. Your eyes scan over his tatted arms, his strong chest, the silver hoop on his lip and his messy hair that your hands had pulled on countless times. There was no denying the attraction you had for his body but the guilt you felt was beginning to be too much to bare, yet it didn’t seem to phase him one bit.

“If you don’t think I care, you’re right (Y/N).” The blanket falls from his body as he stands, his length on full display as he stalks devilishly towards you.

How could a person be so intoxicating? You wondered as he stands before you, he grasps your hips in his hands and pulls you towards him. His fingers force your chin to look up at him, your eyes are anxious as they flicker between his and his lips, that mischievous smirk returns. Why do you do this to me?

“Why are we doing this Jungkook? I can’t keep cheating on Taehyung with you.” His smirk drops and his hand falls to his side. He didn’t want to hear that.

You were nothing but sorry. You’d say the same shit over again; I’m done, I can’t do this anymore, I love my boyfriend. He was sick of hearing your sappy excuses as well, how you’d say you didn’t know how to tell him what you wanted, how you don’t know why you slept with him in the first place. He couldn’t keep going through the same loophole with you. You made your choices, he gave you what you wanted and that was that, but to act as though you're so helpless in your actions is pitiful.

“Take some goddamn accountability, if you were sorry about cheating on Taehyung you wouldn’t be here right now,” he spat, frustratingly slipping into his white robe.

“What do you want me to say? That I regret it, that I’m sorry for giving you exactly what you asked for? Taehyung will never be what you want him to be and if you can’t talk to him about what you desire you will never be happy.” How could he judge you?

Fuck this, he acted as though he didn’t have a part in this twisted game as well. He’s Taehyungs best friend and it means nothing to him as long as he can fuck you and treat you like the dirt he walks on. You weren’t going to take it anymore.

“We’re done Jungkook, I’m sick of you acting like this is all my fault. This was something we both took part in whether you care or not. No matter how good you are at fucking me you’re not even close to the kind of man Taehyung is.” You make your way towards the door and out of his room.

As you walk through his house, the memories of all of your sins within the place etch into your mind and tear at your heart. You were going to tell him the truth and somehow, you hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t leave you, as selfish as it sounds. Reaching the front door, twisting the lock and pulling it open, Jungkooks footsteps follow suit, meeting you at the door. You glance at him before reaching to close the door, his hand stops you.

He leans down towards you, the hairs on your neck raising and your heart pounding in your ears awaiting his gut wrenching words.

“Tell him I said happy birthday.” And with those final words, he slams the door in your face.

You stand in silence, rain pelting down on your frame, you could do nothing but stare at the tall black door before you. Guilt, disgust, rage, hurt — those were the feelings you felt all at once. The one person who had loved you since the moment they met you was awaiting your presence and you had betrayed them in the most vile way. How were you going to face him? How would you tell him that you had been sleeping with his best friend behind his back?

Your phone rings, you slide the green button with your wet finger and answer. Taehyung's voice is prominent with concern and you smile sadly as your tears fall down your cheeks and on your phone screen, now realizing that this is in fact the end.

“Happy birthday. There’s something I need to tell you.”

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Authors note:

Hellooo, I am back with another update. I am so glad you all are enjoying reading Stealth King! Currently I am working on creating an update schedule. Until then, I’ll be updating as consistently as I can :)

I would like to say thank you for all of the support so far on “Stealth King”. If you have any recommendations on what I should write next feel free to do so 🤍