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.

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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in the frosty air | a jjk drabble

summary: two weeks ago you and your roommate slept together. which would be fine, if you knew you both felt the same about each other. but you don’t. and now it’s christmas, and jungkook is still gorgeous and gentle and wonderful and here, and and you don’t really know what to do about that.

{college!au, roommates!au}

pairing: jungkook x reader genre: this is just an angst train tbh, but it has a happy ending! word count: 1.6k warnings: mentions of past alcohol consumption, this centers around everyone’s favorite capitalist holiday, being sad in the wintertime a/n: OHHHHHHHHHH *internet breaks* anyway yeah i’m back baby!!! here’s a little drabble to celebrate because i can’t help myself when it comes to jungkook. love me or we both go down coming soon!

“This Christmas is pretty fucking lame, isn’t it?”

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Home Short: Wine

In which Jungkook comes home rather intoxicated, and very, very emotionally all over the place.

Tags/warnings: jungkook is drunk, oops, he's also a bit horny on main watch out, also emotional and insecure kook, a little angst? Fluffy tho

As always, Languages are marked as Korean | English

You know just by the way he's giggling after having to hold himef against the side of the hallway to get his shoes off, that your boyfriend has definitely had enough to drink tonight. After a particularly great week, the band had decided to have a good dinner, and that apparently included something to drink as well. "Jungkook?" You ask, amused. "Why are you here? Didn't you say you'll stay at the dorms tonight?" You chuckle, as he looks at you, before he grins, walking over to hug you tightly. He sways you from side to side until you can't help but laugh. "Jungkook-"

"Noo, I'm baby, not Jungkook!" He complains, keeping you in his arms as he continues to sway you in a rather clumsy rhythm. "I.. miss you. So I came home." He says, before pulling back, hands on your shoulders as he worriedly scans your face. "Why? Do you not want me home? Am I bothering you?" He asks, concern evident on his face.

You smile, shaking your head as you pull him down to place a kiss onto his lips. What was intended to just be a peck however was instantly deepened by him, hands eagerly holding onto you as he closes his eyes, kisses turning sensual. And while you really enjoyed the attention, the moment his tongue asked for entrance, you pulled apart. "Jungkook-"

"What? Is something wrong?" He asks, confused.

"You're drunk, let's go to bed." You chuckle, gently pulling on his arm as he follows you clumsily into the bedroom where he instantly begins to whine.

"But Baby-" he complains as you throw back the blankets before walking to open his dresser, pulling out something for him to sleep in concerning clothes. "-Im hard now, you can't leave me like this!" He accuses, before his face changes completely. He suddenly grows quiet, something that makes you worry, as you walk over to him, handing him the clothes you picked.

"Baby?" You ask, and he just changes clothes clumsily before he crawls into bed, sitting there before you join him at his side. "What's wrong?" You ask, and he just shrugs.

His emotions are all over the place due to the alcohol in his blood it seems, as he needs a second to get his thoughts into order. "Do I make you uncomfortable sometimes?" He asks. "I don't like myself sometimes. Do you think I'm attractive?" He worriedly rambles, not quite looking at you.

"You'd Of never make me uncomfortable, and course I think you're attractive. Where is this coming from?" You ask softly, hand on his back.

"Even when I'm all sweaty and disgusting? I sweat a lot, I'm sorry. I never apologized for it and I think I should." He mumbles, the wine in his system clearly having an effect on his mood. "Is it that? Because I sweat? Do you not enjoy having sex with me because of that? Or maybe I'm boring, or, I don't know.. " He wonders, and you chuckle as you pull him to lay down, crawling into his arms as you hold him tightly.

"Stop, you're perfect just the way you are." You reassure him. "I don't mind you sweating, and I very much enjoy our intimacy, so don't worry." You say, while he nods, albeit unconvinced it seems. "But you also once said that you'd never want to do it while drunk, because you don't want to forget any time. So I'm just looking out for you, I promise." You tell him, and he nods before pulling you towards him.

"Your korean.. very good." He praises, slowly growing tired as he yawns. "My English.. still bad." He says.

"Your English is fine." You reassure him, a hand running through his hair as your eyes fight to Stay open.

"No." He says. "You do, so much. Learn Korean, do.. uh.." he searches for words. "House. Like, cleaning, cooking. Always home. And me? Never home. I leave you lonely." He says, words growing slurry as he begins to become sleepy. "I'm sorry." He apologized, and you hum out a reply,as he closes his eyes.

"I love you." You whisper, sure he can't hear you as you close your eyes.

Just to grin when he mumbles out, "I love you more."

ice prince (post-script) | jjk

summary: you travel the world together as the country’s favorite ice dancing couple and celebrity romance, but you can’t help but wonder what the future has in store for you and jungkook. 

{established relationship!au, ice skating!au}

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader genre: fluff word count: 1k warnings: none a/n: thank you to @sopseokjin​ for commissioning this piece and donating to the #blacklivesmatter movement!! i had so much fun revisiting the ice prince couple. if you remember me writing the entire 22k fic in 4 days, you qualify for a veterans’ discount.

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Home short: Touch

In which Jungkook just feels bad about leaving you alone all the time, realizing that it's not all that common for people to be as understanding as you are- and while he realizes that, he also starts to fear loosing you, needing the comfort of your touch even while asleep, just to remind himself that you're still there.

Tags/warnings: comfort, fluff, bit of angst, kook just needs his girl no dirty thoughts just pure innocent love, partial Nudity, sensual touching?, it's not sexual tho, home couple being soft beans, kookers superior English skills, they honestly Check out cause he's tired cut him some slack

Jungkook is a rather physical person.

He shows his love in gentle touches and gestures rather than telling you outright over and over again. Actions speak louder than words someone might say, and its true when it comes to the singer himself; he enjoys the subtle things, like opening jars and bottles for you, getting you things from upper shelves, or helping you to move furniture or carry heavy grocery bags. He likes to help, loves to play his part in this dynamic you have, enjoys being needed.

He's also rather touchy, something you would've never thought he'd be.

Either sitting you on his thigh or lap, hiding your hand, or leaning against you; he always craves contact in some way. And for a long time, he held back a lot of his most personal urges in fear of being judged- it took time for him to really melt down to his very core and soul, to become as bold and honest as he was now. You're grateful for this trust every day.

"..hngg-" he grumbles, after having laid down behind you in bed for the night. His shower had been short, but he still smells nice and refreshed- having ditched his shirt to justly down in his underwear as he sometimes does. "Off." He mumbles against your skin, hands almost childishly pawing at the top you're wearing to bed. You simply giggle a bit before moving to take it off, before laying down again. His hands immediately run over the skin exposed, a satisfied sigh falling past his lips as he kisses sleepily against your shoulder and neck before settling.

He's had a bad day, you've felt it right when he came home. He'd talked about how he messed up some notes during recording today, how he couldn't get his voice to sound right, and how he probably stalled the progress of the new single now. He sometimes gets frustrated like this, and there's no need for you to answer him- he just needs to get it out you've learned, he just needs to say it out loud to someone once, and then he can move on from it, he once told you. You remember saying to him that that's good- that he should never ever feel as if he needs to hold these things back or bottle them up. You're glad he trusts you this much, after all.

"Better?" You ask, as he nods behind you, thumb moving gently back and forth over the soft flesh of your chest. He likes holding you like this, bare and without anything between you two. In moments like these, he doesn't have any ulterior motive you've come to learn; he just craves touch, just wants to be close. The first time it had happened had been when he'd had a particularly vivid nightmare of you leaving, disappearing out of sight before he could get to you. That night he'd asked to hold you, like this, and you'd let him.

How could you ever deny him?

"Soft." He mumbles out, as he runs his lips over the skin of your shoulder up to your neck where he settles, resting his head there before pulling you a bit closer. His legs move, entangling themselves with yours as he brings them closer too. "Mine." He hums out, and you nod.

"Yours." You say, and he smiles against your skin, his fingers now becoming still as he starts to move again. You get what he wants soon enough, turning a bit so he can lay down on your chest, something that he instantly does. He seems to search for a position for a second. "What is it?" You ask, as he moves around, before finally sighing out, arms snaking around your middle to hold you.

"Heart..uhm.. heartbeat. Yeah." He says, before his finger taps in the same tact as your heart for a moment- as if to show you. He loves sleeping like this, it makes him feel close, and comforted, and connected, and safe. "Love you." He drawls out. "Love you lot."

You smile too now, your hand now resting over his, before he takes it, intertwining your fingers to hold onto you during the night. "Love you too kook." You say, before fling asleep as well.