Be With Me

Be With Me

Pairing: Anthony x Fem!Reader

Rating: M (18+)

Summary: Due to a storm, Anthony is unable to sleep - you both know the cure.

It was dark in the very early hours of the morning, the windows shook with anger - the flashes of light flooded the room without ceasing. It wasn't the rumble, nor the lightning that woke you. It was your husband, Anthony, tossing his frame every few seconds in restlessness. Your brows furrowed in concern, you pretended to sleep for a little while - but his movements proved there would be no end in sight any time soon.

"Anthony?" You whispered, "What is it?"

You heard his tired sigh, "I am sorry I woke you."

"It's alright" You spoke softly, turning to look to him.

He was on his side, his head buried into the pillow. You could see the exhaustion across his features, he was desperate for rest.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You questioned, reaching to trace his jawline.

"No need to worry," He half smiled, opening his eyes, "Just be with me. I will drift eventually."

You leaned forward, pressing your lips softly to his. They were warm and tasted still of his liquor before he crawled into bed. You loved that taste more than anything. As you deepened the kiss even more, your hands reached into the thick of his wavy hair. Tugging just lightly, you heard a low hum slip from his lips.

"I have an idea" You whispered, "Do you trust me?"

"You know I do." Anthony smiled into your kiss, "What did you have in mind?"

You grinned, your hands now reaching to his shoulders. With a swift movement, you pushed him to

his back, swinging your leg over you were now placed on top of his waist.

"Now Mrs. Bridgerton," Anthony raised a brow, "What pray-tell are you doing?"

"Well, Mr. Bridgerton.." You smirked, reaching for the hem of your dress - you pulled it over your torso to bare yourself for his gaze.

Anthony caught his breath, his eyes fixated on your bare skin.

"How are you mine-" He whispered, leaning up to you.

His lips touched softly to your chest trailing to the valley between your breasts. You hummed softly, your hands weaving through his strands of hair. He kissed slowly, taking his time. You relished in the moment, craving his lips even more with each second. His lips enclosed around you, causing you to shiver at the sensation. His tongue tasted your breast with vigor, causing your breathing to become labored.

"Anthony-" You sighed, "Please."

Pulling away, he looked into your eyes - knowing exactly what that plead meant. He took a moment to ready himself beneath you and reposited the both of you for what was to come next.

"I love you, Mrs. Bridgerton." His fingers traced your lips, "More than life itself."

"I love you too, Mr. Bridgerton" You smiled down to him, feeling the warmth of a thousand suns.

His lips moved to your own, gentle at first - but growing in passion as moments passed. You felt his need grow beneath you, causing your heart to quicken. Reaching between the both of you, you grippedto his length, positioning him to your entrance. In seconds, you had lowered yourself, burying yourself until there was nothing left. The both of you elicited the sound of great need, nearly out of breath from the feeling. You began to move, causing Anthony to fall to his back on your bed. He could only gaze up to you with enchantment in his eyes. Your hips moved in a slow rhythm for his sake, but you could hardly bare it. Anthony's eyes closed in bliss, his hands gripping you just hard enough to control the steady movement. Your hands traced along his chest, taking in the sight of him was something you never grew tired of. Sounds slipped from his mouth, his lips gaped in pleasure as you couldn't go slow any longer. Your fingertips dug into his skin as you picked up the pace, you were growing tired but you didn't much care. Sounds erupted from his lips, and without warning - Anthony had flipped to your back. You had a small sigh of relief, but you didn't have long to prepare yourself. His hands gripped your own above your head, and his hips had jutted deep inside. You couldn't help but cry out, but you nodded to make sure he knew that it was more than alright. His hips thrusted with vigor, pushing the both of you quickly to the edge. Your hand reached the small of his back, holding on tight as he buried himself over and over. You felt his hot breath in your neck as he kept going, and that was all it took for yourself to let go. As it always was, heaven and earth had met you in that moment of climax, your heart nearly stopped as you clutched on tight to him above you. Only moments had passed and he followed you soon after, his frame becoming still as he released. The two of you stayed there for a moment, your breathing labored, your hearts pounding.

"Do you think that shall help you sleep?" You breathily laughed, kissing his shoulder as he laid on top of you.

"I shall think we need to do it again," Anthony looked down into your eyes, "Just to be sure."

You couldn't help but grin, kissing Mr. Bridgerton once again before you made sure he was tired. Just to be sure.

jungkook scenario | backseat of his car

➵ prompt: “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

➵ pairing: jungkook x reader

➵ requested by anon | 400 words | fluff

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

These are the words that Jungkook breathes against your lips - his follow up to your first kiss… which led on to nine more to make up for lost time.

A laugh slips from you, breathy, heady, unable to draw away from him, all you can do is murmur, “Only ten more?”

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Home short: Back to you 🔞

In which he thinks he's almost coming home- but home comes to him instead.

Tags/Warnings: Jungkook hates being away :(, but also loves performing, happy reunion, fluff, smut, unprotected sex in terms of they're not using a condom, but reader has an IUD, mild cumplay, Cumming inside, very eager kook, squirting, multiple positions, slightly rough kook, I'm going to hell aren't I

As always, Languages are marked as English | Korean

He's running hot, as the makeup staff helps him change clothes for the next performance. It's not quite the same, not quite there yet, but its something, it's a glimpse, a taste of what he's been missing. He feels good, feels as if he's finally working again, muscles drumming with excitement as they prepare for the final few songs.

He doesn't notice the looks his bandmates are giving him, aware of how this day will end for him. They know what will happen, know that he's going to be even happier soon enough, even if it's hard to imagine.

He's got fire in his veins as he starts performing again.

You watch him from the screen, his antics, his expression, and the way his skin glistens under the artificial lights of the stage. This was what he's worked for all his life, this was what he did best. He's moving with a power and fury that captivates you, makes you stare as you can't take your eyes away.

To imagine that you belong to him was and will always be something you can't quite grasp.

They're finishing up, laughing around as they slowly end the concert, jungkooks face filled with an exhausted but happy smile as he waves around. It's then that the staff pats your shoulder, and for the first time ever, you stop caring.

You can't hold yourself back as you start walking, absolutely uncaring as you walk up the side of the stage, waving your arms like a maniac, but its not until Jin taps him on his back as he's drinking that he finally turns around and notices you. His eyes widen, and he doesn't even seem to care about the still opened water bottle in his hand as he runs, no, sprints as fast as he can towards you, loosing the plastic container in the process.

He slams into you, lifts you up onto his arms as his arms can't seem to make up their minds on where to hold. He's breathing heavily, heart still racing from his performance, and his sweat is slowly bleeding through your clothes, but its all totally fine. Because he's there, right there, and he himself can't believe he's holding you either.

He'd prepared himself for meeting you tomorrow, for one last night alone, but he won't have to sleep by himself no more. "You're here." He breathes out as if he can't quite believe his own words. "You're right here, you're really here." He mumbles into your neck as he buries his face there, your laugh like music in his ears as he listens to it.

Once he'd showered and was riding home with you, you take a look at him properly. He's looking at something on his phone until your finger taps the piercing above his eyebrow, making him look up surprised before he locks his phone, putting it away. "It suits you." You say, and he chuckles when your hand runs through his now short hair. "You look.. younger and older at the same time." You chuckle, and he can't help but look at you a certain way.

You can't pinpoint what it is until you're back home, door barely shutting before he's all over you. He lifts you up against the door, your legs around his waist as he holds you upright, mouth eagerly on yours as he wastes no time. He's gasping in seconds, eyes hooded as he can't seem to get you undressed quick enough. "I missed you." He breathes out holding you against him as he travels towards the couch in the living room, laying you on your back. "I missed this." He explains, hands caressing and squeezing your flesh here and there, making you restless as he pulls his own shirt off. "I kept thinking back to-" he starts, undoing his belt with your help as he slides out of his pants. "To that morning, the way you felt, everything.." he complains playfully, moving your legs around his hips again as his hand travels between, thumb rolling over your clit as two fingers slide inside as if to check if you're ready yet. "Jerked off to it once or twice, not gonna lie." He chuckles, and you giggle as well.

"Glad I provided entertainment." You hum out before arching your back as he enters you, a smug grin on his face.

"Oh you definitely did." He agrees, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he begins his powerful thrusts, visibly not playing around. He's desperate, he's eager, and he doesn't care that you're dripping onto the fabric of the couch underneath. No, if anything, the wet noises from his length sliding in and out your heat fire him on, fuel his mind as he grows a little harder. "Tell me if it's too much yeah? I'm scared I might overdo it this time.." he says, a little concern lacing his voice as you reach out for his neck, pulling him down for a kiss he instantly accepts.

"Dont worry." You simply tell him. "I'll be okay." You say, as he slips out, leaving you whining before he turns you around, waiting for you you get comfortable before he slips in again, clapping noises evident as he continues his chase, holding onto your waist. His hands travel upwards a little, squeezing your rhythmically moving breasts as he leans over flush over your back, pulling you close with his arms as you can't help but be vocal.

He loves it.

Maybe it's the fact that it's him that's making you sound like this, so desperate and almost pornographic as he keeps hitting your most sensitive nerves deep inside so deliciously. He begins kissing your back, your shoulders, marking you up again as he realizes that all traces of his last time with you had been gone by now. He can't have that.

He becomes whiny and sloppy as he feels his high approaching. "Jungkook-" you start, and he nods against your neck.

"I know, I know, don't worry-" He begins but you cut him off.

"Cum inside." You say and his hips stutter for a second.

"Are you sure?" He asks, and you nod.

"IUD, I'll explain later, just-" you can't help the way you clench around him, as you try and move yourself. "Move, please!" You beg, and he suddenly turns you over, face unreadable as he's got an almost primal look on his face. He pulls your legs over his thighs, sitting on his own legs as he thrusts into you while his hands tightly hold onto your hips, practically pushing you down on him to meet his thrusts. He's clenching his jaw, his hand suddenly almost violently rubbing over your exposed clit, making you arch your back as your hands try to muffle a sound that's almost a scream coming from you. Your head presses back into the couch, hips shaking as you clench around him, release staining his lower body and couch, before he pushes deep into you, groaning loudly as he comes inside.

He stays inside for a moment before pulling out, slowly, watching as his cum starts to spill out of your hole right in front of him eyes. It feels so painfully forbidden yet erotic for him to see a scene like that, as his hand softly moves over your hole, collecting his seed before pushing it back inside, making you whine in sensitivity.

"You can't drop shit like that and be tired now baby-" he chuckles darkly, leaning over you as he spots your red cheeks. "Letting me cum inside and squirting all over the place?" He muses, eyes sparkling with mischief and something sensual and dark.

"You can't expect me to be satisfied with just one single round- not after not having you for two weeks baby.."

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touch me wherever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook needs to touch you and he just can’t hold back anymore

genre: pwp smut oneshot | loss-of-innocence!au, innocent!jungkook x innocent!reader, childhoodfriends!au 

wordcount: 2.8k

warnings: explicit smut, dry humping, unhealthy attachment, cumming in his pants, EXTREMELY horny feverishly whiny needy clingy jungkook, nudity, breast play, groping, subtle body worship, inexperience, a lot of begging, some crying, stuttering, coersion/dubcon-ish technically yeah, unrealistic scenario lol, mention of wet dreams, obsessive behavior, praise, assume characters are 18+ but just have no fucking clue what sex is, this is a fucking fever dream idk, cursing, dom!kook, naive clueless reader 

a/n: thank you so much for 1000 notes on fuck me forever! to express my gratitude, this is my gift to you, another needy greedy jungkook smut :) i hope you enjoy <3

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Boundaries? That’s something you and Jungkook never needed, practically growing up side by side. Both your families were incredibly close, but equally sheltered. They kept the two of you trapped together in a conservative suburban bubble where the world consisted only of what was right in front of your eyes. No questions asked. 

As a child, Jungkook had always been addicted to the touch of your skin. He craved the soft warmth you had to offer, clinging to you like velcro, throwing frustrated tantrums whenever the two of you got separated. 

His face would get red with rage, fat tears forming in his eyes as his parents dragged him away from your bed once night would fall. He couldn’t sleep without you. Your touch was his safety blanket. He was only able to grow out of it when you leant him your teddy, finding peace in the way it smelled like you. 

Growing up, you had quickly understood that Jungkook was a very affectionate person, suffocating you with hugs and tickles whenever you would hang out. You had become used to him feeling you as he pleased, not ever minding the way his nimble fingers would trace across your legs, sliding under your uniform skirt at times. It tickled—you would laugh.

After Jungkook had hit puberty, his clinginess magnified tenfold. 

You plagued his dreams constantly, and without realizing it he would rut shamelessly against his pillow, crying out for you softly as heaping spurts of cum would fill his underwear.

He’d wake up, breathless with only you, you, you pounding through his head. His mind was dizzy with the feeling of your skin, he just wanted to touch you. He needed you near, to feel you pressed against him so that he could just—

He didn’t get it. He didn’t understand what was happening to his body in the morning when his thighs would be sticky and sheets stained. Sometimes he would day dream about you in school, only to wake up to the sound of your teasing voice, looking into your eyes as he leaked everywhere under the table. 

Jungkook found it horribly embarrassing. 

Until one day his older friend Seokjin told him what he was experiencing. They were called wet dreams, and allegedly they were normal. There was nothing wrong with it, but somehow Jungkook felt exposed. Guilty. Dirty.

He didn’t want it to happen, he couldn’t understand why but he ached for you so bad that it hurt. Kneeling down under a cold shower he would beg himself to get a grip, trying his best to act normal. His restraint paid off. 

Most of the time.

Currently the two of you were cuddled up in his basement, where you used to play pretend as young children. He’d be the doctor and give you checkups, healing your injuries with the delicate graze of his lips. 

It was hopelessly warm, to which you suggested shedding a few layers in order to feel more comfortable on the thick velvet cushions that were almost damp with sweat. Your head nestled in his lap, body in nothing but a bra and a pair of tight shorts that had found their way up your thighs, leaving little to the imagination.

You were talking, he could see your lips move at the edge of his vision but he couldn’t hear you over his steady focus on your cute polkadot bra—so snug and soft that Jungkook wanted to drool. He had noticed that your body had blossomed over time, flesh spilling over the tops of the flimsy fabric. The delicate curves that called out to him. Something rooted deep within him was yearning to get his hands on you.

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Home: Back out

In which Jungkooks bottled up feelings boil over.

Tags/Warnings: minor medical emergency, worried kook, upset kook, angst but also fluffy ending dw

Languages are marked as always: English | Korean

He notices somethings off for you pretty quickly after going to bed.

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girls will have headaches and migraines and be sore and have eye strain