#iicyara

Summary: Jungkook returns home past midnight from a stressful board meeting to find his wife Y/N asleep on the living room sofa, wearing a dark red silk nightgown she bought to surprise him. Her sleepy, vulnerable state—combined with her husky, slurred "Ah" sounds and the sight of her body barely covered by silk—shatters his restraint completely.

Content Warning: Explicit sexual content (21+), somnophilia-adjacent themes (consensual), premature ejaculation, breeding kink, rough sex, scratching/marking, established rough sex dynamic.

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It was past midnight when Jungkook finally stepped through the door, his tie loosened, his temper frayed from the twelve-hour board meeting from hell. He wanted silence. He wanted bed.

What he found instead stopped him dead in the foyer.

The living room was bathed in the blue flicker of the television, volume barely a murmur, casting long shadows across the leather sofa. And there she was.

Fuck.

Y/N had fallen asleep waiting for him.

She was sprawled across the Italian leather in a heap of dark red silk—a nightgown he'd never seen before, something sinfully expensive that clung to her full breasts and rode up her pale thighs. Her wavy hair was tangled around her shoulders, her lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling in the deep rhythm of sleep.

One arm was thrown over her head, the other resting on her stomach, and the position had caused the neckline to gape, revealing the upper swell of her breast, the lace doing nothing to hide the dusky pink of her nipple beneath.

Jungkook's mouth went dry. His cock, which had been dormant all day, stirred instantly, thickening against his zipper. He crossed the room in three strides, his shoes silent on the marble, his eyes devouring every inch of her.

"Baby," he rasped, kneeling beside the sofa.

She didn't wake fully. Just shifted, her nose wrinkling, a soft sound escaping her throat—a whimper, sleepy and confused. "Mmm?"

That sound.

That fucking sound.

It was husky, slurred, dripping with unconscious sensuality. Her voice, usually soft and clear, was now rough with sleep, lower in register, breathy and lazy and obscene without trying to be.

Jungkook's cock jumped, straining painfully against his trousers. Precum leaked from the tip immediately, staining his boxers.

He reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed hair from her face. "Y/N," he tried again, his voice guttural. "Wake up, baby."

She stirred again, turning toward his touch, her eyes fluttering open—hazy, unfocused, heavy-lidded with sleep. Her lips parted, and when she spoke, it was like liquid sex poured directly into his ear.

"Koo...?" she mumbled, the syllable stretching out, thick and slow. "You home...?"

Jungkook felt it like a physical blow to his groin. His hips bucked involuntarily, his hand flying to his crotch to squeeze himself through the fabric, trying to stave off the sudden, violent urge to orgasm right there.

"Yeah," she continued, not fully awake, her voice dropping to a whisper that scraped like velvet over gravel. "Missed you... waited..."

She shifted again, the silk sliding higher, and Jungkook saw she wasn't wearing anything underneath. The sight combined with that voice—that sleepy, sex-drunk, innocent-yet-filthy voice—shattered his restraint.

He unzipped his pants with shaking hands, freeing his cock—it sprang out, heavy and veined, throbbing with his heartbeat, already leaking copiously.

"Koo...?" Y/N blinked, trying to focus, her voice still thick with sleep. "What're you...?"

"Can't," he groaned, the word torn from his throat. "Fuck, baby, your voice. I can't—"

He climbed onto the sofa between her legs, the leather creaking beneath his weight. She was already lying on her back, her body warm and soft and open. He didn't undress her. Didn't take off the red silk. Just shoved it up to her waist, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and aligned himself with her entrance. The position folded her nearly in half, her hips tilted up to meet him, completely vulnerable.

"Wait," she breathed, her voice still that deadly, sleepy husk that made his cock twitch. "Jungkook, I'm not—"

He thrust in.

"Ah!" The sound she made was sharp, surprised, still rough with sleep—ah, not oh—that open-mouthed, involuntary sound of penetration. She was tight—always tight—but warm and yielding as he forced his way in, inch by thick inch, her legs draped over his shoulders opening her completely.

"Fuck," he grunted, his head falling forward, his face finding the curve of her neck. He leaned over her, his biceps flexing on either side of her head as he braced himself, his hips already drawing back to slam forward again. "Fuck, you're so hot. So tight."

"Ah..." she whimpered beside his ear, her voice cracking slightly, breathless and overwhelmed. Her hands found his arms, her fingers gripping his biceps—and then she scratched, her nails digging deep into the hard muscle, leaving red crescents as he pounded into her. "Koo... ah... too deep..."

The whimper did it. That ah, dragged out, sleepy, helpless, right against his ear, combined with the sharp sting of her nails marking his skin.

Jungkook had intended to last. Had intended to fuck her properly, thoroughly. But that sound—the way she couldn't form full words, just "ah" and "Koo" and "ah" again, breathed directly into his ear while she clawed at his arms—shattered him.

He pulled back and slammed in, and on the third thrust, he felt his orgasm cresting with terrifying speed.

"No," he gritted out, trying to hold back. "No, not yet, fuck—"

But then she moaned again—quietly, right beside his ear, her lips brushing his lobe, her voice that deadly sleepy rasp. "Ahhh... Koo..."

That was it. That ah, stretched out, lazy, drunk, whispered directly into his ear while her nails raked down his biceps.

Jungkook lost it completely.

With a guttural roar that he barely managed to muffle against her shoulder, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted. His cock pulsed violently, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum directly into her womb—load after massive load, more than he'd ever produced, spilling out of her immediately because there was too much, coating her thighs, soaking the leather beneath them.

He kept thrusting through it, his hips jerking involuntarily, milking every drop into her as his body shook. "Fuck," he gasped, his face still buried in her neck, his biceps trembling beneath her scratching fingers. "Fuck, baby, I'm sorry, I couldn't—your voice—that fucking ah—I couldn't hold it."

Y/N was waking up fully now, her hands still gripping his arms, her nails still dug into his skin, her legs still draped over his shoulders. But her voice—that voice—remained thick and lazy, accepting, wrecked.

"S'okay," she slurred beside his ear, her breath hot against his neck, her fingers relaxing slightly but still tracing the stinging marks on his biceps. "You always fuck me rough anyway... ah..."

The words, delivered in that sleepy, sex-drunk rasp directly into his ear, sent a jolt through his spent cock. He was still inside her, still leaking, her legs still hooked over his shoulders keeping her open, and her complete acceptance—her expectation of his brutality—made him want to ruin her all over again.

"Yeah?" he growled, lifting his head just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with renewed hunger. "You like it when I can't control myself? When I use you like this?"

"Mmm... ah," she hummed beside his ear, her eyes fluttering shut, her voice dropping even lower, every vowel starting with that open-mouthed sound. Her nails dug into his biceps again, harder this time, marking him. "Like it... ah... like when you lose it... makes me feel..."

"Feel what?" He pulled back slightly to thrust shallowly, making them both groan, her legs tightening over his shoulders to pull him deeper.

"Yours," she breathed right against his ear, the word stretching out, thick and filthy, starting with that ah that made his cock jump. Her fingers scratched down his arms again, claiming him as he claimed her. "Ah... makes me feel yours... completely..."

Jungkook was fully hard again.

He pulled out—the sound was obscene, wet and filthy—and flipped her over onto her stomach. He dragged her hips up, her knees sinking into the leather, her face pressed against the cushions.

"Going to take my time this time," he warned, lining himself up with her swollen, cum-slick entrance, his biceps still burning from her nails. "Going to fuck you until you can't make that sound anymore."

He slammed in from behind, bottoming out in one thrust, and Y/N's cry was muffled by the cushions—still husky, still breathless, still starting with that ah.

"Ah! Jungkook!" she cried out, her voice breaking with every impact. "Ah... it's too much... ah... you're hitting... right there..."

"Here?" He angled deeper, grinding against that spot.

"Ah! Yes! Ah! Yes! Please... ah... please..."

He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing furiously. "Come back to that voice," he ordered. "That sleepy voice. That fucking ah. Let me hear it."

Y/N let herself drift, and when she spoke, it was perfect—slurred, thick, helpless, every word starting with that sound, her hand reaching back to scratch at his bicep again.

"Ah... Koo..." she mumbled, her voice barely audible, drunk with pleasure, her nails dragging down his arm. "Ah... feels good... ah... don't stop..."

Jungkook's thrusts became erratic, savage. "Fuck, baby. Fuck. That's it."

He pounded into her, the sofa scraping across the floor, her breasts bouncing, the red silk bunched around her waist. He could feel his second orgasm building, his balls tightening.

"Going to fill you up again," he warned, his voice strained, his grip on her hip bruising while her nails scored his other arm. "Going to breed you so full you can't walk."

"Ah... yes," she whimpered, her voice dropping back into that deadly sleepy register, every syllable starting with that ah. Her hand clawed at his bicep again, harder, leaving marks. "Ah... give it to me... ah... please... fill me up..."

He exploded.

With a roar, Jungkook buried himself to the root and released, his cock pulsing violently, pumping endless hot seed into her already-saturated depths. It was endless—spurt after spurt, his body shaking, his groans low and animalistic.

Y/N came with him, her walls clamping down, milking him, her voice rising in a sleepy, broken keen that started and ended with that ah—"Ahhh!"

When it was over, he collapsed on top of her, crushing her into the sofa, both of them trembling, sweating, covered in fluids. His biceps bore her marks—red lines and crescents where she'd scratched him, claimed him.

"Couldn't make it," he panted against her neck, flexing his arm where she'd scratched. "The second I heard that ah in my ear... felt your nails... fuck, baby, I was done."

Y/N turned her head, her eyes heavy, her voice still that rough, sexy rasp, her fingers tracing the marks on his arm. "S'okay," she whispered, accepting, sated. "Ah... you always fuck me rough anyway... ah... I like it..."

Jungkook groaned, already hardening for round three.

"Then I'll pretend to be sleepy every night," she teased, her voice dropping into that deadly register, drawing out that ah like honey, her nails digging into his bicep once more.

"Don't," he warned, though his hips were already rolling again. "I'll die."

"Then die happy," she slurred, her eyes fluttering shut, her body going limp, one final ah escaping her lips as she drifted back toward sleep, her hand still resting possessively on his marked bicep.

Jungkook took her twice more before dawn—once in the shower, once against the window—and each time, she greeted him with that voice, those scratches, that ah-filled surrender that made him lose his mind completely.

He never came home late again.

But he made sure she was always waiting.

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.