Ive Been Experiencing An Immense Burnout For The Past Few Months And I Dont Know What To Do Anymore

I’ve been experiencing an immense burnout for the past few months and I don’t know what to do anymore

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Are you mine? | Tommy shelby X OC | Soulmate AU | Part Four |

Summary: Your soulmates initials appear on your skin, on you're eighteenth birthday. Finding them is the hard part or so Tommy Shelby thought? Warnings: 18+ in some places. Language. A/N: The war has happend even though dates don't add up, don't come for me!

•Are you mine?•

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Part 4

Harry had left them to lock up, Tommy promising him that nothing would happen to the pub, Laura had busied herself with cleaning down the table tops while Tommy spoke business with one man left in the corner, then he was ushered out the door locked, Tommy strode over to her, catching the dirty cloth in his hands he dropped it into the bucket, before taking her small hands in his, the electircity once again leaving them both breathless. He pulled her to the table in the middle of the room, he'd shrugged his blazer off earlier in the evening when he'd come out of the private room, joining some of the Shelby family in the main room. Laura hadn't kept her eyes off him, the fit of his dark grey dress trousers, the crisp white shirt tucked in the waist, the braces strapped over his broad shoulders, the gun strapped to his side, the harsh hair cut bringing out his deep and carefully carved bone structure she felt that for finally in her life she'd been blessed. She was watching him just as intently now, perched on the table, Tommy on the chair hands either side of her thighs, fingers catching the warm skin of her palm as he eyed her commiting the sight of this woman to his scarred memory.

They hadn't said a word since they'd been alone, their body language speaking for them, he stood up striding to the bar "Whiskey?" he asked holding up the bottle, while grabbing two glasses "Sure, do you have a cigarette?" she asked sweetly, he was making his way back over "In me jacket" he gestured with the neck of the bottle, to the blazer hanging on the coat rack, she stood up from her seat, as she moved his jacket to reach inside, the intoxicating scent of him on the wool, the mix of cigarettes, smoke and some sort of aftershave, she could feel his burning gaze on her back, pulling herself together she turned with a smile to him.

Tommy pushed the glass of whiskey towards her, watching as she lit up a cigarette before passing it to him he thanked her catching her hand before she could pull away he kissed her knuckles "Tell me where did you come from?" he was curious wanting to know everything about her "Coventry, I got your initials a year ago and I have never felt the urge to leave that much before, it hurt so much" she was tapping the ash from her cigarette into the ash tray, eyes on the swirls of smoke "I knew the moment you got them, it woke me up from a nightmare, it bought me back into the world" he admitted "I've been waiting three years for you" her free hand moved to cup his chin "I didn't have to wait as long for you, how did you do it" her thumb caressed his jawline "I had a lot on my mind, the family, the business but you never slipped from it" he turned kissed her palm softly.

The whiskey was discarded on the table they hadn't a clue what the time was, talking non stop about anything that spilled from their lips, her hand moved across the gap in between them, running her fingertips across Tommy's cheek "you look tired" she didn't know she could feel this intense about someone so quickly, but knowing she'd been destined for him spun her whole world upside down.

He gave her a lazy smile "I don't sleep well" he stated matter of factly "come up sleep in my bed" she suggested, his eyes met hers for the millionth time that evening "you don't want me sleeping next to you" he sighed out, she was up out of her chair slowly moving round to sit herself in his lap, arms around his neck, fingers sliding over the short coarse hair at the base "I came here to find you, to be yours I'll spend every night next to you" finally for the first time their lips met, soft unsure kisses pecked onto each other's lips, his hands on her hips pushing lightly through the material of her dress, the feeling she would remember every time they were apart.

omg i LOVED open the way u wrote tae was so 😩✊💦💯✨ i’m addicted to ur writing style!!! if ur still doing requests could u pls do taehyung x reader where he’s your aunt’s boyfriend and he’s really into you and lowkey flirts with you but you don’t realize how much until you two are left alone 🫣 ends with smut and can be yandere hehe the rest is up to you bc i trust you dear author!!

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pairing: yandere! taehyung x f! reader

genre: smut || non-idol au || fluffy-ish but in a kinda dark way

summary: it’s wrong, but it feels so good.

word count: 4.5k

tags/ warnings: slight age-gap, stalking, infidelity, coercion, naive! reader, but she means well, anxiety, briefly mentioned panic attack, smut in the forms of: unprotected sex (this is fiction don’t be stupid), dom! tae, sub! reader, big dick! tae, ddlg themes, cry baby reader, thigh riding, fingering, dick riding, creampie, squirting, slight cum play, cockwarming

notes: yes! thank you for having so much faith in me, and i hope this lives up to your expectations :’)

request rules can be found here || my masterlist

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Taehyung remembers the exact day he fell in love with you. How he’d been mindlessly flicking through dating apps for a quick fuck; only to stumble across, well not you, but your aunt.

She was pretty. Conventionally attractive at most, a little plain, but seemed like she’d gotten around with enough men to please him for the night. The skimpy little lingerie pictures enough for him to know that she was somewhat desperate in her search for a partner and maybe all she had to offer was her decent body— by his standards.

And as he’d been scrolling through her other photos, mingled among half naked mirror selfies, there you were. The prettiest little thing he’d ever seen.

He’d found all your aunt’s social media before making the leap to message her, wanting to know just how close the two of you were and if this little plan of his would be worth it in the long run.

There were photos upon photos of you posted on every profile she had. Like a little trophy, your achievements now her own to flaunt to the world through the web.

You and your aunt were close. That much he had gathered from her social media. Peeved that he was unable to find your own, left to see your aunt’s grating face beside yours in every photo. Nothing a little editing couldn’t fix. He had already picked out a cute photo album for all the pictures he planned to take with you.

He later found out that his soon-to-be girlfriend was more your sister than auntie. With 15 years between your mother and herself, she’d always felt too young to be anything other than a sibling your mother was never willing to have, leaving you as an only child.

And only child who still lived home with their mother because the big wide world is too scary for some people.

That just gave Taehyung another reason to take care of you. While your mother bitched at you about finding a job, with him you wouldn’t have to lift a finger. The ground you stepped on too precious, hands too delicate, body a temple that he planned to worship.

Your aunt was a little older than he would usually go for, but anything to have you in his clutches, the sacrifice was worth every second.

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It’s easy to woo a woman who’s desperate. A few sweet nothings and a big dick can get you a long way with a pitiful lady whose self-esteem lays in the depths of hell. Luckily, he lurked that low, and now he had a prize he was trying to win, kneeling before the devil himself to have you as his own.

It wasn’t long before your aunt had invited him to dinner with you and your mother. Caring more about your validation than your mothers, but he wasn’t all that bothered about the woman anyways. A spitting image of you if you were to age 20 odd years. But it wasn’t her he was after.

And Taehyung could feel his cock throb under his slacks at the sight of you, fidgeting under his gaze as he takes a little longer than proper watching you from across the table; though neither your mother nor his girlfriend seemed to notice, too hung up in their own little catch-up to care.

He could see your fingers itching to pick up the crayons left by the last little family that had sat at the table, your eyes trained on the maze from the kids menu. Probably mapping out the way in your mind, squirming when he assumes you’d escaped the maze.

And Taehyung wants to coo when your mother tells one of the waitresses to clean up the mess; pitiful pout on your lips that you hide behind your teeth when she turns to you, asking what you wanted to order.

Your eyes flit to the menu, then to your mother, then over to Taehyung before blurting you’ll just have salad. Unbothered, your mother shrugs, calling over the waitress again when she asks the rest of the table if they’re ready to order.

Taehyung thinks the little dinosaur shaped nuggets would have suited you better. Maybe a pretty pink milkshake to match your pretty pink cheeks.

He wouldn’t mind feeding you spoonfuls of whipped cream between bites of french fries, and then buying you a cute strawberry cake for afters. You look like you might have liked the brownies and vanilla ice cream better though.

Maybe he could spoil you a little, buy you both and when you shake your head, claiming to be too full; he’d pull you over his lap, teasing the edge of your panties as he makes you lick the chocolate sauce off his fingers.

And oh how sweet you would taste after that. He doesn’t think he’d be able to stop kissing you until your lips are swollen with his love, sticky with his spit and left over ice cream that he would clean with his tongue.

His mood sours when his girlfriend runs a hand along the length of his thigh, lovestruck smile plastered on her face as your mother asks questions on how the two of them met.

His little fantasy of your perfect little date being shattered by the shrill voice of your aunt as he fawns over your new sweater that your mother informs them that you’d ordered online.

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He eased you into it. His own little game of how long he can keep up his flirty little touches before someone noticed.

Carefully brushing over your back as he walked past you. His arm slung around your shoulder when you’d be stood by yourself in the garden as the rest of your family gathers around the grill. More interested in the smell of food than one another.

But Taehyung found you didn’t like large groups of people, family or not, loud noises picking at your brain, like an itch that won’t go away until tears gathered on your waterline and Taehyung would have to sit in the corner of your room with you until you calmed down. Your head in his lap as he runs his fingers through your hair.

Because he seemed to be the only one who cared that you’d had a panic attack, worried to leave you alone, to cry until your head hurt. To then feel sorry for yourself as you curl up between the arms of your plushies that line the bed. Now why would you do that, when he could hold you tighter than your little bear ever could?

“Thanks for helping her. Poor thing, her anxiety has been worse as of late. Must be school” his girlfriend whispers from the door, heart swelling with happiness at the image of you two together.

“Having such large family gatherings isn’t helping” he mutters, tongue poking the inside of his his cheek as your aunt waves him off.

“We’ll get her to stay up in her room next week then”

Other times, his fingers lingering over your own a little longer than they should as he gives you gifts.

You assume Taehyung must come from money. If the shiny looking pearls that hung around your aunt’s neck were anything to go by. Her dead-end, 9-5 job could barely cover rent, you doubted she was splurging on overpriced rocks and fancy dinners that she flaunts when she comes over. Making you scroll through endless pictures of 5 course meals that you have no interest in.

He never spoke of himself much. You had never heard of his parents, nor did he ever seem busy with friends when it came to your weekly dinners. Your aunt didn’t seem to care either way; having won the jackpot with a rich, hot boyfriend that would fuck her like a common whore at night and treat her like royalty during the day.

Taehyung was very generous, you knew that much. He often came a couple of times a week to visit you with your auntie. And each week he would have a new gift for you.

“You spoil her too much” your mother had tutted one afternoon. You hadn’t said anything, too preoccupied with the paint set Taehyung had wrapped in pretty wrapping paper. Pink with scattered little red hearts.

You’d started to keep the wrapping paper Taehyung gave your gifts in. Gluing them in an empty notebook with the dates written in your best hand writing beside them. Because it felt like a waste to throw such pretty paper away. And it always left you wondering why he had so much wrapping paper to begin with. Maybe he just likes giving, and then you read online that it was a love language, did that mean Taehyung loved you?

Gentle touches had turned to your knees grazing as you sat beside one another on the couch. To you sat between Taehyung’s legs from the floor, while he sat on the chair as you both played a game on the TV.

Some evenings while his girlfriend helped your mother in the kitchen he would lay your thighs across his own, fingers skimming the bare skin until goosebumps prickled in his wake. And he’d hide a smile behind his hands as you squirmed over his lap.

He starts feeding you at dinner, disguised as him asking for your opinion on a new recipe he was trying out. To suggesting what you order when you go out for dinner together with your aunt who was in awe of how well the two of you got along.

Compliments had started off simple too.

‘You look pretty today’ turning to ‘My y/n is so beautiful’ while his arms wrap around your waist. Praise of your beauty never ending, it seemed Taehyung had a compliment stored away on his tongue for all hours of the day. Even when you’d just woken up, hair tangled and eyes a little puffy from eating ramen so late the night before. He had given you a gentle ‘good morning’ as he brought you into his chest for a hug.

His heart had swelled once you’d gotten more comfortable with him. Albeit still awfully shy, you had now started to approach him first. The years of dating your aunt finally paying off as you gift him your own paintings. Thank you cards decorated with the little stickers he’d bought for you and way too much washy tape.

His favorite of your little gifts so far had been the small cakes you’d baked after hearing him tell your beloved aunt that chocolate was his favorite. It wasn’t. It was yours, but he liked the smile on your face when he’d said that, and the fact you both had something in common, even it were as insignificant as your aunt had pointed out.

He’d tugged your chair closer to his own that evening. Aware of your eyes watching his every little move as he shoveled your cake into his mouth. Low hum of appreciation rumbling in his chest as he gives you a cheeky smile.

He adores the way your cheeks had flushed red when he’d carded his fingers through your hair, “So smart. It’s delicious, darling”

And you hadn’t been able to contain your smile.

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“Baby, can you take Y/n to the train station? I think she’s meeting a friend out of town but her mum’s gone for the weekend and I have work in the morning”

And of course he’d agreed.

And that’s how he found you, wrapped up warm in your winter coat in the passenger side of his car; nose red from the bitter cold morning air. Perfect for kissing, but he doesn’t want to scare you off when he’s so close to where he needs you.

“Meeting a friend?” he asks as you shut the car door. Leaning over to help strap you in, you don’t seem to mind, unfazed as his arm reaches over your body, and Taehyung thinks you really must be perfect; needing his help, needing someone to just take care of you in the way you deserve. In the way he knows you need.

“Yeah” you nod, voice barely above a whisper, but he hears you, attuned to how soft you spoke.

“A close one?”

You shrug. “We used to be, but she moved out of town for school and thought we’d catch up while she’s on winter break”

She.

Taehyung’s lips curl up, “Must be nice to catch up”

You hum at that. Feet tapping against the floor.

“You don’t look very excited, baby” his eyes flit to look at your face, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

He’s moments away from touching your lips, ready to scold you that you shouldn’t chew on the skin until it bled, a bad habit he’d come to see you have; but the car behind beeps and he’s stepping on the gas, eyes-brows furrowed in annoyance.

“Just a little scared of taking the train” you admit, hands tucked under your thighs.

“Nothing to be scared of, i’ll be here when you get back” he smiles over at you, and you nod slowly at that.

“Is that really okay?” you ask him.

And Taehyung wants to coo, “Of course, baby. Just call me when you’re on the way home, and i’ll be here right as the train gets in”

“Promise?” you look up at him through your lashes and Taehyung feels his cock throb at your desperation.

“Pinky promise” he gives you his little fingers after he parks the car.

You connect your finger with his own, gentle smile tugging at the corner of your lips as he stamps your thumbs together.

“You got everything?” he asks, leaning over into the back seat to grab your bag.

“I think so” you nod.

“Money?”

You hum.

“What about my goodbye kiss?” he asks, and you simply blink up at him.

“Kiss?” you gape.

“Mhm” he nods, tapping his cheek.

“I thought kisses were only for family” you whisper and Taehyung’s head tips back against the seat.

“I am family, aren’t I?” he turns to look at you, and you think he looks sad, a pang of guilt striking through your heart at his disheartened expression.

Your head tilts a little, “I guess so”

You lean over the center console, hand landing on Taehyung’s thigh as you lean up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. Taehyung turns his head a little, your lips pressing against the corner of his own, though you don’t seem to notice as you keep your eyes closed.

“Good girl, now be quick or you’ll miss the train” he runs his thumb over your cheek.

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As promised Taehyung was there when you’d gotten off the train. His arm wrapping tightly around your shoulder as he pulled you into his chest. The gentle beating of his heart through his thick sweater lulling your anxieties, fingers holding onto his arms like you would crumble if he were to let go of you.

“I got you this” you’d told him once you’d gotten home, inviting Taehyung in to warm up with a hot coffee before he left, “I got one too, so we could be matching” you rock back and forth on your feet.

You drop the little keychain into his palm, character from a game he’d seen you play many times carved out of wood and delicately painted.

“It’s beautiful, baby”

Taehyung thinks he can see the cogs of your mind start to overheat at the pet name. No more anxiety there to overshadow the term of endearment. Your cheeks flushing pink as you flop down onto the couch beside him.

“Come here and tell me about you day then” he pats his thigh.

You look up at him, eye brows furrowing in confusion.

“Need me to help you, hmm?” his hands hold under your arms, tugging you up your your legs straddle one of his thighs. You squeak at the sudden motion, hands grabbing onto his shoulders for support.

He feels your thighs clench as he stabilizes you, cunt throbbing as he holds onto your hips.

“Taehyung” you whisper, fingers clasped onto his sweater.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, gentle smile on his face. Expression so innocent you feel bad for thinking he had an ulterior motive.

“We’re not meant to be doing this” you squirm, pouting when his hands hold onto your hips tighter.

“Doing what?”

Your mouth stays shut, humiliation bubbling through your body as Taehyung watches your face. You shake your head.

“Don’t be shy, baby” he smiles, hand coming to cradle your face in his palm.

You lean into his touch. Hips stuttering forwards as he urges you on.

A chocked whimper drips off your tongue like honey as your panties brush against your clit.

“Like that baby?” he asks, shushing you when you open your mouth to protest.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you” he hums, rocking your hips for you. Your head falls onto his shoulder as jolts of pleasure wrack down your body, slick staining your panties.

A broken moan slips off your lips as Taehyung rocks you harder, slowly brining you to the peak of pleasure, moments away from tumbling into what will be your first orgasm of the night. You whimper against his neck, warm breath fanning his skin as you now rock your hips, Taehyung clenching the muscles of his thigh to help you get off.

“Go on little one, cum for me” Taehyung urges, hands slipping down to grab your ass as your hips stutter. Your thighs shake, teeth sinking into the skin of his neck as you fall over the edge. Little stars scattered behind your eye lids.

“Well done, baby” he soothes, pulling you into his chest.

Your breath comes out uneven, tears cascading down your cheeks in little pearls.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Taehyung pulls your face away from his neck, thumb coming to brush away your tears.

“I did something bad” you snivel, trying to pull yourself off Taehyung’s lap.

He hold you down, tutting. “You haven’t done anything wrong” he shakes his head, easy laugh reverberating through his chest and you just shake your head.

“You’re— you’re dating my aunt, we shouldn’t— I shouldn’t— I just- ” you squirm out of his lap.

Taehyung grabs onto your back, cradling your head between the junction of his neck and shoulder, rocking the both of you back and forth as you let the tears fall.

“You’re okay” he hushes, gentle hands rubbing down your back as you hiccup, “It’ll be our little secret, yeah? Just wanna make you feel good, you’ve been such a good girl recently”

Your shoulders shake as more tears dribble down your cheeks, “been good?” you ask, voice a little broken from the tears.

“Very good. The best even, don’t you think you deserve a treat?”

“Taehyungie always gives me a treat” you use the sleeve of your sweater to wipe your cheeks, hips rocking forward a little.

Taehyung’s hands smooth down your back, “I haven’t given you a treat for being so brave. Going on the train all by yourself, i’m proud of you, darling” he hums, bouncing the leg you were sat on.

Taehyung can feel your cunt clenching around nothing through his jeans, your hips rutting against his leg like a little puppy. He tangles a hand in your hair, pulling your face out of his neck and he feels his head tip back at the look of your tear streaked cheeks, a little blotchy, your eyes begging Taehyung to defile you.

“Has anyone ever touched you here, baby?” his hands slip between the waist band of your sweats, finger toying with the cute little bow on your underwear.

You nod, thigh twitching as Taehyung eases his hand into your panties. Fingers parting your slit, gathering your wetness before he slicks up your clit.

You fall into him, arms slung over his shoulders as he draws lazy circles on your sensitive pearl.

“Yeah? Did they make you cum?”

“No” you whisper, and Taehyung laughs. A daunting laugh that sends a shiver down your spine.

“That was selfish of them, wasn’t it, darling?” he frowns, and if you weren’t so drunk on the pleasure that consumed your body, you may have noticed how condescending his tone was.

“Let’s take these off, shall we” he pats your behind, smiling as you lift your ass high enough for him to slip both your sweats and panties over your thighs.

His fingers return to your clit, letting you buck your hips up to meet his fingers. You whine when he dips them lower, stimulation suddenly gone, the orgasm that was slowly building dissipating as he nudges the entrance to your cunt.

You roll your hips forward, wad of slick dripping from your hole onto his jeans as you wait for him to push a finger inside of you.

“Taehyungie” you snivel, another wave of pitiful tears glazing your cheeks in saline pearls.

“What, doll? What do you want Taehyungie to do?” he urges, blood flowing south at the way your mouth falls open in a pitiful whine. “I cant do anything if you don’t ask”

You take a hold of his hand, pulling it towards your sodden core, “here, please”

“Yeah?” he asks, sinking a finger into you.

You let out a breathy sigh as he adds a second, using your thighs to bounce on his fingers, you pull your sweater over your breasts, matching little bra on display for Taehyung to see.

“So cute, baby. And all mine” he croons, crooking his fingers, as he leans forward to press a kiss to the swell of your breast, your cheeks heating from the crude squelch your pussy was making.

Taehyung uses his free hand to tug your bra down, watching your cute tits as your bounce over his lap, your knee nudging against his cock.

“Want you to come over my cock, darling” he groans, fingers slipping from wet core.

You unzip his jeans, fingers a little shaky as you help his pull both his pants and boxers off before they’re discarded on the floor somewhere.

It felt wrong. Fucking in the living room where anyone could open the front door and walk in. You might have been a little more worried if you mum wasn’t gone for a couple of days, and you knew your aunt was at work.

You felt a pang of guilt at the thought of your aunt. What would she think if she were to find out.

But Taehyung just wanted to make you feel good. Surely there was nothing wrong with that.

“Up you go” Taehyung helps you straddle both his thighs, hard cock slapping against your leg, coating it in a sheen of his sticky precum.

He holds the shaft, one hand on your thigh to help lower you onto his cock. You whimper as the thick head pops through your entrance, your mouth falling open as a lick of pain shoots up your spine.

You stay with the tip sat inside you, your hips rocking a little to try and adjust to the size.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well for me” he shushes when you moan, trying to push in another inch.

Taehyung spits onto two of his fingers, bringing them down to toy with your clit. Your thighs quiver, sinking another inch of his thick cock inside of you. “Almost there, baby”

You pull up until the tip, dropping all the way so your ass meets his thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck, a fresh wave of tears dribbling down your cheeks.

“No need to cry” Taehyung eases his hands down your sides, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he feels your cunt convulse around his length.

“Feels good” you hiccup, “like feeling full”

Taehyung groans at that, hands gripping the meat of your waist, pulling you up his length before he slowly sinks you back down. You moan, breathy and cute and Taehyung wishes he could shove you against the couch and fuck you within an inch of your life but he supposes your first time together could be a little slower.

“Just like that” he praises as you start to bounce on his cock, wetness pooling around the base, coating your own thighs in your own heady arousal.

It was lewd, the noises your pussy were making as you dropped back down onto Taehyung’s dick. He uses the floor as leverage, fucking up into you, making sure his cock was as far into you as he could go.

You cry out, his name the only words you seemed to know as your orgasm slowly starts to build.

Your teeth nip at his neck, saliva painting his skin. “Wanna cum” you whine.

Your breathing stutters when his fingers find your clit, relentless as he flicks the swollen bud. Your thighs start to shake, leaving Taehyung to thrust up into you with all he had.

“Wait—“ you squeak, vulgar moan cutting you off, “feels like i’m gonna pee” you cry, trying to push yourself off Taehyung’s cock. He holds you down, continuing to fuck up into you.

“Just let it go, doll” he groans, head tipped back against the back of the couch.

“No” you cry, “I really have to—“ you’re cut off as you feel what you can only describe as an explosion of wetness leak from your cunt.

Taehyung’s cock slips out of you at the force of it, your thighs shaking as Taehyung holds you to his chest, fingers slowing down their figures of eight on your clit as he helps you ride out your high.

“Well done, baby. You squirted” he soothes, lazy smile on his face as he lines his cock back up with your cunt, “it’s almost over, i’m close” he tells you.

You simply lay slumped against his chest. Hips jutting forward in overstimulation as Taehyung slowly drags his cock through your walls.

“Too much” you try to pull away, only for Taehyung to bring his hand down, a harsh slap on your ass.

You hiccup at that, walls sporadically clenching around his length to bring him to his peak.

Taehyung’s hips stutter, thrusts sloppy as he nears his orgasm. You feel his cock twitch before he’s flooding your cunt with his thick cum, painting your walls white.

You cum again at the feeling as Taehyung continues to rock into you, his dick slipping out of your soiled hole before he’s pushing it back into you again, making sure his cum is as deep as it can go before he keeps you sat on his cock.

He slowly starts to soften inside of you, dick twitching in interest as your cunt continues to clench around his length.

And it’s not long before you’re dozing off, still impaled on his cock as he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“My precious girl” he smiles.

Ps. I woof you

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 26K

Summary: The one with a happy accident of the furry, four-legged kind - “Are you calling my dog a slut?!” 

Warnings: Extreme fluff and domesticity, cursing, mild angst, smut inclusive of: fingering, oral sex (female receiving) and unprotected penetrative sex 

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“Seriously?!” Sitting up with a suddenness that borders on miraculous given how fast asleep you were just a few blissful moments ago, you glare out into the darkness that fills your room.  

The wall opposite your bed may as well be vibrating, so insistent is the thud of bass that’s thumping through from the apartment next door, and if you thought you were pissed about being so rudely awakened in the middle of the night, that’s nothing compared to the indignance of your dog, Remi.  Barking her head off, you’re met by the sight of her pacing up and down the span of the wall once you turn on the light, blinking as your eyes adjust to the offending brightness.  

“This is just so not the time,” you hiss as you swing your legs out of bed and then stalk across the room to hammer your fist against the plaster, swearing under your breath.  Usually, you’re quite quick to try and stifle Remi when she gets her knickers all in a twist, but not right now - not when her yapping is perfectly justified and the dog next door then has the sheer gall to start barking back.  

“Oh, it’s on,” you grit out through your teeth, banging your fist against the wall with renewed vigour ‘til your fist is sore and Remi’s so worked up that she’s up on her hind legs pawing the paintwork right alongside you.  

Thankfully, your next-door neighbour soon gets the message and turns off his music, no doubt feeling cowed at having been met with such vehement disapproval from the opposite side of the wall.  You sigh, satisfied, but it seems Remi has no such intention of letting it go so lightly, her barking match with her nemesis next door carrying on despite the battle being over.  

“Hey, hey,” you hush as you squat down to her level, running your fingers through her fur, “It’s ok, you can stop now, Rem.  We won, it’s ok.”  She quietens slightly at the reassuring tone of your voice but, stubborn as she is, she remains determined to get the last bark in, growling low in her throat and staring at the wall until she’s absolutely sure that the dog next door has been forced to back down.  

She’s always been the same; vocal even as a pup.  She’s a canine of very few faults (or so you like to believe), but you’ll admit that she can be a little too loud at times - a little too quick to run her mouth off at the slightest unfamiliar noise despite you discouraging her from it as best you can.  

It was actually one of the reasons you and your ex broke up, as silly as that sounds.  He’d always been intolerant of Remi’s noise - of anything being anything other than perfectly perfect, frankly  - and the final straw had come when one day, in a fit of red-faced rage, he’d taken off his shoe and thrown it at her from across the room.   She’d yelped and ran off to hide, and that’d been it.  By dinner time that evening, he’d been in the process of moving out his things.  A two-year relationship over, just like that. 

Good riddance, as far as you were concerned.  Remi was your roommate years before he ever had been; your loyalties lay with her, as they do to this day.  

And boy, does she know it.  You think it to yourself now, as you lay back down in bed and she sits at your bedside with her chin rested on the covers looking up at you with her big, brown puppy-dog eyes.  

“Oh come on then,” you grumble, shifting over and patting the space you’ve made for her atop the duvet.  She leaps up, tail wagging, and quickly circles on the spot before lying down snuggled up against you, exhaling noisily in contentment as you fuss her soft, pointed ears. “You’re never going to make any friends if you keep barking at everyone all the time, you know.”  Remi closes her eyes, utterly unrepentant.  

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The story continues and Thomas Shelby remembers moments with his mysterious horse rider that make him realise something important.

Word count: 2.206

Author’s not: I let my self carry and made this. My second lenguage is English so apologies in advance. I hope you like it. Maybe it will have a final part but I dont know. The parts in italics are Tommy's memories. Part one here.

Months passed from their first encounter and Tommy was fascinated with her, more than he already was. She was sweet but rarely answered questions. With her he feels like the boy he was before the war.

Sometimes they go to the beach and ride. Those days remind him of the happy and easy days. All the weight in his shoulders from the weeks of work to no end disappear when he's with her. Today was one of those days. He was in his office listening to his brothers yell at each other and the paperwork was growing on his desk. He just closes his eyes and imagines Margate and everything that awaits him there. The way the sun touches their skin, when they have to put their hands in front of their faces because the sun is too much, when the sound of the waves doesn't let them listen to what the other is saying and when she makes him take off his shoes to feel the sand underneath him.

He is well aware that it is not the place that makes him happy, it's her. She makes every mundane thing memorable, she makes him happy. He wants to keep her a secret as long as he can. He doesn't want his world to catch her, but she already know who he is and what he does because she ain't stupid. The drop to dam the glass was when he appeared on her doorstep with bruises all over her face, a bullet wound in the shoulder and a burst blood vessel in his left eye, that memory put a grin in his face.

It was three in the morning and he was in a lot of pain but that didn't stop him, he needed to see her. So the only razonable idea it occurred to him was to drive to her house in the middle of the night and stand at her doorstep with a bullet wound, bruises all over his face and nearly blind from one eye. Brilliant idea Tommy, brilliant.

When she opened the door her face was priceless. Her long hair was braid, sleepy eyes and in a nightgown that reached three fingers above her knee. She shouts at him the entire time she cheeks his wounds, although he tells her a doctor already checked him.

“I didn't want you to worry about me when you heard what happened.” It was a lame excuse, both of them know it. The rumors of Birmingham woundt travel to Margate, the real reason was that he wanted to see her. She took care of him the entire time he was with her, he left all the work and the worries in his house.

That memory brings a smile to his face, the way he wakes up and sees her or when he goes to sleep and she is by his side. That confort feeling he feels with her in his arms, the feeling of being at home. All those feelings he thought were long gone he feels it with her

He remembers that day she was his. The look in her eyes, the moans, the feeling skin on skin. All of it.

After spending the entire afternoon with the horses on the beach they were putting them in the small barn. The way her skin glowed with the last sun rays, the tender way she made every move, every little detail. Tommy already knew he wanted to make her his, but he wasn't sure of her feelings. He can read people like a book but he couldn't with her. But she can read him without looking at him. But that's for later.

“Thomas, If you keep looking at me that way you are gonna make a hole in my head.”- Her tone was playful. But he didn't say anything, he just kept staring at her. If he was mesmerized with her the first time he saw her, now he was completely lost. “What? I have something on my face?”- Her palms whent to her face but he caught them.

“No love. You are the most beautiful woman I ever lay my eyes on.”- His words were serious but she only rolled her eyes.

“Yeah sure. And you tell that to every woman. I know your reputation Thomas Shelby.”- She playfully smacks his chest and gives him a peak.

“I'm not gonna deny my reputation but believe me when I tell you I'm falling in love with you, you have me at your feet from the first day I saw you and you didn't even know that I was, you didn't even know me. We were meters away but you still had my heart in your hands.”- She didn't even flinch, so he started to panic. Million scenarios appear in his brain where she turns him down, slaps him, even laughs at him. But she just stood there, watching him. “Please say something”- He almost backed down from his words but for that was too late and It was the truth, he was falling in love with her.

She seemed to snap from her daydream and walked slowly towards him. His blue eyes stay fixed on her without blinking for fear of her disappearing. She wraps her arms in his neck and one of his arms clenches to her waist and one of his hands is grabbing her neck firmly but without causing harm.

“I hope you are telling me the truth because if you break my heart Thomas Michael Shelby Im gonna be so fucking mad that the world would be a very little place to hide.”- She smiled at him and he was sure the world was brighter. Every time she smiled he did it too, it was innate.

It was like everything was in slow motion. The kiss they shared held all the love and care the words can't explain. At one point it came a voracious kiss, it healed so much desire. Tongue fighting against tongue. Their breaths became erratic and moans filled the room. Hands wandering in each other's body. The room became hotter and the air heavier. The need to feel skin on skin was too much, so they tore their clothes. He kisses every inch of her neck, the valley in her breast, leaving a bruise here and there. She pulls his hair at times and brings her head back to give him more space. But she needs to kiss his jaw, she fantasizes about that since she met him. That specific part of his body drives her nuts. She kisses every centimeter from his lips to his collarbone. She left her mark, a tiny bruise. where the ear and the jaw met. Sweaty bodies, before slow movements now sloopy, her nails in his back living marks, his hands printed in her hips and ass. They lost track of time there. Giving themself to each other over and over again.

There in that barn, in Margate, far away from his responsibilities; far away from being the most feared gangster in Birmingham; far away from every little thing that bothers him; far away from her past; far away from everything, they give in. They let happiness in. Those poor souls gave their souls to each other with mind and body. Sharing cigarettes and thoughts. She memorizes his scars like a map, tracing them with her fingers. He kept that image in his brain till his last breath, she was all sweaty with her hair messy and the marks of his kisses in her skin, lips swollen and lust in her eyes. She was worthy of being in the most important museums and being admired. She was a work of art, his work of art.

The memory seemed taken from a love novel, it was like their love was forbidden. It was like he was a stable boy and she was a rich girl. In that moment he wasn't Thomas Shelby the important business man or the gangster, he was Tommy Shelby the completely and utterly boy in love with his girl.

He also remembers the day she almost kicked him in the ass out of her house and put him in place, without the need to yell and staying in calm. Like the queen she was.

He had a horrible day, enemies were everywhere and they were trying to take his place, his family was too much, the legal business was being threatened by strikes. He was exhausted. Everything started well, but at some point that he didn't remember he snapped and yelled at her. Yelled all his problems at her and she had nothing to do with all that. She didn't flinch, she just squinted her eyes and breath. Her face completely changed and in a second she was serius.

“Sometimes I think I must be a burden to you being like this. I get it that in some points it's a gift.”- He had no fucking clue what she was talking about. So he lit up a cigarette. “Being the smartest in the room, always being three steps ahead from the others. I get that you are used to yelling and the people around you bow their heads and follow your orders. That they think of you as a god.”- She was being so harsh and yet her voice was calm and she moved around with grace doing what she was doing before he snapped. He was speechless. “At first I thought you thought that relationships were futile, meaningless, that your brain works so fast that you didn't see the need to have one. But the way you treat me convinces me otherwise, that I misjudged you. ” Wait a second, they were in a relationship? When? He wants to ask her to be his girlfriend but that sounds so childish in his brain. He opened his mouth to ask her about that but she held her finger in the air and he shut his mouth in an instant. “You remember what you told me when you met me?” She narrows her eyebrows at him, waiting for his answer.

He was so fucking lost that he didn't know if he had to answer or stay quiet. “What?” Really Thomas? The only thing that you could say was ‘what?’. Fucking great.

She rolls her eyes and repeats. “I ask you if you remember what you told me when you met me.”

He thinks and nods his head. Took the cigarette away from his lips and moved his hand. “Yes, I do remember.”

“Great, because I remember too. But I will refresh it for you.” She stands straight a meter from him, holding his gaze firmly. His icy blue eyes meeting hers. “You said that you spent a year searching for me and when you were nearly giving up you found me. That you found me interesting, that you were sure that I could understand you, that when you saw me riding I brought you that feeling of peace that you thought was forgotten and that you would never find again. I made you feel that way, not the other way around. So don't think for a second that things can't go back to the way they were.”- He was astonished. She was dumping him? “No Thomas, I'm not dumping you.”- She definity can read him like a book. He was sure that Polly would love her.

“So what was all of that?”- He wouldn't admit it but he was a little afraid of her nexts words.

“First of all, I don't like being yelled at in my own house. I'm not one of your gang or your brothers that you can yell at me, I don't like it. We can be fucking civilized. Second, don't you ever think of treating me that way again because if you do I'm gonna kick your pretty ass out of my house and shut the door in your face and you would never see or hear from me ever again.”- With every word she said she was coming closer to him. “Remember, I can live without you but I chose not to because I like you. Very much may I add.”- He wanted to smile but he wasn't sure if it was the right time. “And third. but not least, greatme properly. I want a real kiss Shelby, not that thing you gave me when you came.”- She didn't have to tell him twice. He grabs her face and kisses her until they can't breathe anymore.

“I'm sorry love. For everything. And I really like you too.”- He pecks her lips. “And I may add that you look fucking hot when you are bossing me around. It's like you were born to be on the throne, like a perfect queen.”- She simply smiled and kissed him again.

All the memories Tommy had of her bring a smile to his face. He was fucking sure that she was made from him, that she was the one. He was with her for the long run. She only had to meet his family and dont run for the hills, but if he knew his girl, the Shelby clan were the ones that were gonna run for the hills.