#ficswithluv

On your deathbed, you could only think about two things:

One: the passing seasons.

Two: Kim Taehyung.

But in between the summer, autumn, winter, and spring, one season remained unnoticed—Jangma. A quiet, rainy interim that brought the storms to cloud your mind, but also the water your heart desperately needed to grow from a small, buried seed into a blooming red of love.

Series: Chapters 1-5:

Ch 01

Summary: During a late study session in a private library room, Jungkook loses control when Y/N shows up looking irresistible in a wine-red off-shoulder sweater and mini skirt, wearing her signature Phlur Vanilla Skin mist and addictive strawberry-vanilla chapstick. Unaware of the effect she has on him, Y/N quickly finds herself bent over the study table as Jungkook devours her in a raw, intense encounter. Warnings: (21+ only) Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (first time raw), rough sex, fingering, squirting, creampie with big cum loads, pussy licking, nipple sucking, love bites, breast grabbing, intense make-out, dirty talk, slight overstimulation, semi-public sex (private library study room). strong language, filthy smut.

The private study room in the far corner of SNU’s main library was supposed to be for serious academic work only. It had been, for the first three hours.Now the long oak table was covered in scattered notes and half-finished slides for their joint macro project, but the real focus had shifted entirely to Shin Y/N.

She looked too damn good today and had no idea what she was doing to him. Her straight, shiny dark hair was loose, the ends still carrying that silky sheen from her new hair serum. She wore a fitted wine-red off-shoulder sweater that clung to the full, round swell of her breasts and dipped low enough to show the soft curve of her collarbones and the upper swell of her cleavage.

The cool undertone of the deep red made her fair pale skin glow like fresh cream. High-waisted black mini skirt hugged the dramatic dip of her tiny waist before flaring slightly over the perfect roundness of her ass. Sheer black thigh-high stockings disappeared under the hem, and delicate black ankle boots finished the look.

The dewy makeup made her big doe eyes look even larger, her rosy heart-shaped lips glossy from the addictive strawberry-vanilla chapstick she’d been reapplying every hour.

And the scent, Phlur Vanilla Skin Hair & Body Mist, warm, creamy vanilla with soft pink pepper and sandalwood, clung to every inch of her skin and hair. Every time she leaned over the table to point at a graph, the sweet cloud drifted straight into Jungkook’s lungs.He was losing his mind.

Jungkook’s POV

She had no fucking clue. Y/N sat across from him, legs crossed, one sheer-stockinged thigh peeking from under the skirt, completely focused on highlighting a paragraph. Her full tits pressed against the edge of the table every time she leaned forward, the wine-red fabric stretching deliciously. Her lips glistened with that chapstick, and every time she licked them absentmindedly, his thick cock twitched hard in his slacks. The vanilla-strawberry combination was lethal. His mouth watered. His hands itched. His control was hanging by a thread.

“My love,” he said, voice already rougher than it should be in a library. “Come here.” Y/N blinked up at him, innocent doe eyes wide. “We still have two more sections—”

“Now.” She stood and rounded the table without argument. The second she was within reach, Jungkook’s big hands gripped her tiny waist and yanked her between his spread thighs. He stood up, towering over her, muscular frame caging her against the table.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me today,” he growled, dark eyes raking over her body. “Looking like this. Smelling like warm vanilla and strawberries. Lips all shiny and fuckable. I’ve been hard for the last hour watching you.” Y/N’s cheeks flushed, but she smiled softly. “Gguk… we’re supposed to be studying.”

“Studying is over.” He crashed his mouth onto hers in a filthy, intense make-out that stole her breath instantly. His kissable lips moved against hers with expert hunger, slow at first, savoring the addictive strawberry-vanilla flavor exploding across his tongue, then deeper, tongue sliding in to lick every corner of her mouth. He sucked on her bottom lip, pulled it between his teeth, then soothed it with slow, wet strokes. Groans vibrated from his chest as he tilted his head and kissed her harder, tongue fucking her mouth in deep, sensual thrusts that mimicked exactly how he wanted to fuck her.

“Fuck… this chapstick,” he rasped between kisses, breathing ragged. “Tastes like candy-coated sin. Like your tight little pussy mixed with vanilla cream. I can’t stop.” He kissed her again, rougher, more possessive. One hand tangled in her dark hair, the other gripping her ass and pulling her flush against his throbbing erection. He ground his thick bulge against her stomach, letting her feel every inch. His free hand slipped under her sweater, palming one heavy breast, squeezing the soft flesh as his thumb flicked her pink nipple through her bra. Y/N whimpered into his mouth, legs trembling.

Without breaking the kiss, Jungkook reached up, slowly slid his black glasses off his face, folded them, and set them on the table with a quiet click. The moment they were gone, his eyes darkened to pure lust, raw, unfiltered, dangerous. He looked even more devastating without them. “Better,” he murmured against her swollen lips. “Now I can see every pretty expression when I make you fall apart.”

He spun her around suddenly, pressing her front against the table. Her hands braced on the scattered notes as he yanked her mini skirt up over her ass in one rough motion. The sheer black thigh-highs framed the perfect globes of her round ass beautifully. He dropped to his knees behind her, hands spreading her cheeks. “Such a pretty pussy,” he groaned, voice wrecked. “Already wet for me, my love?” He buried his face between her thighs, licking a long, slow stripe from her clit to her tight entrance. The first taste of her made him moan loudly. He licked her like a man starved, broad, flat strokes of his tongue, then pointed flicks on her swollen clit. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, humming around it while two thick fingers pushed inside her tight, pink pussy.

Y/N cried out, knuckles white on the table. Jungkook didn’t go slow. His fingers fucked her rough and deep, fast, curling strokes that hit her G-spot with every thrust. His tongue never left her clit, licking and sucking relentlessly while his other hand reached around to rub tight, fast circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Gonna make you squirt for me,” he growled against her pussy, voice vibrating through her.

“Come on, my love. Let me feel this tight cunt gush all over my face.” He added a third finger, stretching her, pumping harder, faster. His tongue flicked her clit in rapid strokes. Y/N's thighs shook violently. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers plunging into her soaked pussy filled the small room.

“Gguk—ahh—too much—” she gasped, but her hips pushed back against his face. “Come,” he commanded, sucking hard on her clit while his fingers curled viciously. Y/N shattered. She squirted hard, clear fluid gushing over his fingers and tongue as her whole body convulsed. Jungkook groaned in satisfaction, lapping up every drop, fingers still pumping through her orgasm until she was whimpering and oversensitive. He stood up quickly, unzipping his slacks. His thick, heavy cock sprang free, long, veined, already leaking precum. For the first time, he didn’t reach for a condom.

"We’ve fucked so many times I’ve run out," he rasped, voice dark. “I’m clean. You’re on the pill. I need to feel you raw tonight, my love. Need to fill this pretty pussy with my cum.” Y/N nodded frantically, still trembling from her orgasm. “Please, Gguk… want you.” He lined up the thick head of his cock at her dripping entrance and pushed in with one deep, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her tight, velvety heat. “Fuuuuck,” he groaned, head falling back. “So fucking tight. So wet. Bare pussy feels insane around my cock.”

He didn’t give her time to adjust. He started fucking her rough and deep, hard, fast snaps of his hips that made her full tits bounce inside the sweater. One big hand reached around to grab her breast, squeezing roughly while the other gripped her tiny waist, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust.

“Take it, my love,” he growled, pounding into her. “Take every thick inch. This pussy was made for me.” He leaned over her, chest pressed to her back, and sank his teeth into the junction of her neck and shoulder, leaving a dark love bite. His mouth moved lower, sucking hard on the side of her neck while his hips snapped relentlessly.

Y/N moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. Jungkook straightened, gripping her hips with both hands as he switched to a brutal pace, deep, punishing strokes that made the table creak. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed obscenely. He reached around again, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing fast, tight circles while he fucked her.

“Want you to squirt again while I’m buried inside you.” Y/N's second orgasm hit even harder. She squirted around his cock, walls clenching and fluttering violently as clear fluid dripped down her thighs and his balls. “Fuck yes, good girl,” Jungkook groaned, feeling her pulse around him.

He pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her onto the table. Pushing her thighs wide open, he slammed back inside in one thrust, folding her almost in half. He fucked her deep and fast in this new angle, big hands grabbing both of her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. He yanked the sweater and bra down, exposing her pink nipples, and latched onto one with his mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking rapidly while his cock pistoned into her soaked pussy.

“These tits, fuck, I love them,” he mumbled around her nipple, biting gently before switching to the other. “So full. So perfect.” He straightened again, gripping her thighs as he pounded into her. His thrusts grew erratic, deeper, rougher. Sweat glistened on his muscular chest, tattoos shifting with every powerful movement.

“Gonna cum, my love,” he warned, voice strained. “Gonna fill this tight pussy with so much cum. Big loads. All for you.” Y/N's third orgasm crashed over her, walls clamping down hard around his thick cock as she squirted again, soaking his abs and the table beneath them. The sensation pushed Jungkook over the edge.

He buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan and came hard, thick, hot ropes of cum flooding deep inside her. Load after load, more than usual, pulsing violently as his hips stuttered and his massive frame shook. His big biceps flexed, veins standing out on his forearms as he kept grinding deep, milking every last drop into her spasming pussy.

“Fuck, so much cum,” he panted, still buried inside her, cock twitching with aftershocks. “You’re overflowing with me, my love.” He stayed inside her for long moments, both of them trembling, breathing hard. Then he slowly pulled out, watching with dark, satisfied eyes as his thick white cum leaked from her swollen, well-fucked pussy. Jungkook dropped to his knees again, hands spreading her thighs. He licked her clean, slow, gentle laps of his tongue through her folds, tasting their mixed release while she whimpered from overstimulation.

When he finally stood, he pulled her into his arms, big hands stroking her back soothingly. He pressed soft kisses to her forehead, her swollen lips, her marked neck. “You okay, my love?” he whispered, voice soft now, the possessive yearner returning. “Did I go too hard?” Y/N shook her head, smiling weakly against his chest. “Perfect, Gguk… but I don’t think I can walk for a while.” He chuckled lowly, kissing her again, slow and deep, savoring the last traces of her chapstick. “Good. Because we’re not done. I’m taking you back to my place tonight. I want to fuck you again in my bed, slow this time. Then wake up with you still full of my cum.”

He helped her fix her clothes, but not before pressing one last filthy kiss between her legs, licking up the last drops of his release that had dripped down her thigh. "Wear this outfit again tomorrow,” he murmured against her lips as they gathered their things, his hand possessively on her ass. “And the chapstick. Because next time I might not wait until the study room is empty.” Y/N laughed breathlessly, still flushed and marked, vanilla-strawberry scent now mixed with sex and his cologne. Jungkook smirked, charming, devastating, and completely obsessed.

“My love looks too damn good every day. It’s dangerous.” He kissed her one more time at the library exit, slow, intense, tongue tasting the last sweetness on her lips before guiding her out with a hand on her lower back, already planning exactly how he was going to ruin her again the second they reached his penthouse. Because when Y/N looked like sin and smelled like addiction, Jeon Jungkook had no intention of holding back.