#modern!tommy shelby smut

[little-diable]

New Year's Eve with a Stranger - Modern!Tommy Shelby (smut)

So, this is a bit of a self sufficient fic, since I am spending NYE alone in one of my fave countries, I simply had to write this. Nevertheless, please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves and a happy new year! xxx

Summary: The reader planned to spend NYE on her own in another country, but when she crosses paths with a handsome stranger she can't help but give into the way she feels towards him.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, age gap, choking, soft dom!Tommy, but mainly lots of fluff

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (2.8k words)

picture credit to So It Goes Magazine

She kept her eyes focused on the big window, sipping on her hot drink, barely sparing her surroundings any attention. It was still early in the morning, allowing (y/n) to watch the sun rise above the snow covered mountains, making a smile tug on her lips at the beautiful sight.

Yesterday she had found her way to this hotel, checking in with anticipation thumping through her veins, excited for a few days on her own, solo travelling a country she had always loved. And now, as she was eating breakfast in a quiet, cosy room, she felt all too comfortable, knowing that there were no meetings she’d have to attend, nothing but the plans she had made for herself.

“Is this seat taken?” A gruff voice ripped her out of her thoughts, forcing (y/n)’s eyes away from the big windows, focusing on the features of a handsome man. With a soft smile tugging on her lips, she murmured a quiet “No”, watching him sit down. “I hope you don’t mind the disturbance, but I didn’t want to miss out on this view.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I totally get it, it’s breathtaking.” She allowed herself to study the man for a few seconds as she took another sip. His piercingly bright eyes were hidden behind a pair of round glasses, his salt and pepper hair was slightly slicked to one side, exposing his side cut to her curious eyes. He was at least ten years older than her, but she couldn’t help but let her gaze flicker down to his hand, checking for a wedding ring, unable to find one.

“Have you been staying here for longer? I haven’t seen you at breakfast before.” (Y/n) tried to pinpoint his accent, wondering where he was from, and why he had found his way to this very place.

“No, I arrived yesterday. What about you, how long have you been staying here?” The man took a sip of his coffee, piercing eyes momentarily finding hers. A shudder ran down (y/n)’s spine at the intense gaze, wondering if he picked up on the attraction she oh so clearly felt for him, drawn closer without knowing a thing about the man.

“I come here every year, I enjoy the quietness this place offers. Is it your first time here?” An unfamiliar warmth flooded through her at the interest he seemed to find in their interaction, not used to being treated this kindly by a stranger.

“It is, but I am already in love with this place. Are there any things you’d recommend doing around here?” He pondered over her question for a few seconds, gaze focused on the pink and orange sky, painting a picture so beautiful (y/n) had to fight against the need to take a picture of it, holding onto the need to enjoy moments rather than pictures she took in these moments.

“Well, it depends on what you’re looking for, there are some museums you should visit, a few rather hidden book stores you’ll find in some alleys. If you want to, I can take you to some of my favourite ones.” (Y/n) couldn’t stop a surprised expression from tugging on her features, not expecting him to offer some of his time to her.

“I’d love that.”

……

Over the past hours (y/n) had learned that the handsome stranger is called Tommy, and that he lived in Birmingham, a city she had always wanted to visit. He had taken her to the history museum in the morning, followed by some coffee in a small store he seemed to frequent whenever he came to visit this town, already friends with the owner of the store.

He hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, and yet he had won (y/n) over within the first few moments of meeting him. The way Tommy treated her was so unfamiliar to her, she wondered if he was real, filled with kindness, respect, and something glimmering in his eyes that filled her with excitement.

“Didn’t take you for a Dante fan, but I have to say, it fits.” Her whispers left Tommy laughing, thumping through the old copy of Dante’s Inferno he was currently holding in the hands (y/n) found herself staring at way too often. Even though (y/n) tried to focus on the endless rows of old books, her eyes were drawn back to Tommy’s frame at any given chance.

She tried to curse herself for being that interested in a stranger, and yet Tommy didn’t feel like a stranger, he had something familiar to him, something that left her wondering if they had crossed paths in another life. Whatever it was that left her feeling like that, (y/n) didn’t ever want to get rid of this feeling, clinging to it like it was her life vest, protecting her from drowning in uneasy waters she had been stuck in for the past weeks.

“Don’t tell this to anybody, but I can recite most parts of it by heart.” (Y/n) shook her head with a grin tugging on her lips, arms slowly crossing in front of her chest.

“Prove it.” A challenging look was thrown Tommy’s way, watching the man’s tongue kiss his teeth as he tried to stop a smirk from widening on his lips. He turned towards (y/n), leaning against the bookshelf with his hand still holding onto the old copy.

“Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost. Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more; But of the good to treat, which there I found, speak will I of the other things I saw there.” With another laugh bubbling out of (y/n), Tommy stopped reciting, letting go of a laugh himself.

“I have to say, I’m impressed. Do you have any other talents I should know of?” He took a step closer, almost touching her, eyes not daring to break contact with hers once. Both were clearly aware of the buzzing atmosphere that engulfed them, wrapping itself around them.

“Many, but I’d rather you find out about them yourself instead of telling you about them.”

……

The next morning (y/n) found herself in the same spot she had sat in the day before, once again watching the sun rise as she ate breakfast. This time Tommy had joined her at the entrance of the room, pulling her in for a hug, allowing (y/n) to inhale the scent of his expensive cologne.

Their day together had flown by all too quickly, ending with a quick dinner before they had parted ways, leaving (y/n) with a heavy heart. She didn’t know what it was, but yet she had instantly missed him the second Tommy had left her side, promising to meet her again for breakfast the next morning.

“I have some meetings I can’t miss out on today, but if you want to, we can try to catch some auroras tonight.” The smile playing on Tommy’s lips left (y/n)’s heart skipping beats, already filled with excitement at the mere thought of spending some more time with him.

“Absolutely, wait, let me give you my number, so you can just call or text whenever you’re ready.” She was too focused on reaching for her phone to pick up on the warm smile settling on Tommy’s lips, watching the young woman fumble with her phone. There was something swimming in his pupils that was all too unfamiliar, even to Tommy himself, she was doing something to him he hadn’t ever felt before, not wanting to leave her behind for even a minute.

(Y/n) reached her phone out to Tommy, watching him add his contact as she finished her drink. Their fingers touched as he pushed the phone back towards (y/n), making shudders run down her spine like bolts of lighting striking her body.

“If we’re lucky we can catch a few before midnight, so we can come back before the fireworks.” (Y/n) had almost forgotten that today was new year’s eve, a day she had always disliked, not one for drinking, partying, and staying up for endless hours. With a smile shot Tommy’s way she murmured a soft “Sounds good”, hoping that today would be another day she’d remember for months on end.

……

The cold wind teased their limbs, wrapping itself around the two as they were sitting on a bench, cuddled into their jackets with their eyes focused on the dark sky. For the longest time it had been (y/n)’s dream to see the auroras dance on the night sky, green and blue stripes of light that almost drew tears to her eyes.

“Worth the wait, right?” Tommy’s soft voice broke the silence, momentarily forcing her eyes away from the sky. He was sitting close to her, arm touching hers, leaving her feeling all too comfortable around the man.

“Definitely. Thank you for taking me here.” Since her eyes wandered back to the sky, (y/n) didn’t pick up on the way Tommy’s eyes flickered down to her cold hands, giving himself a few seconds to overthink his next move before he slowly interlaced his fingers with hers. Her heart skipped a few beats at the touch, making heat rise in her system, eyes momentarily finding his piercing ones.

Both couldn’t stop their smiles from widening, holding onto one another as the auroras kept dancing in the sky. (Y/n) silently prayed that whoever was listening would freeze the moment, not wanting it to end just there and then, not ready to part from Tommy just yet.

“Do you have any new year’s resolutions?” Once her eyes were drawn back to Tommy’s features, studying the man as she thought about his question, a question she had never spared much attention, not believing in resolutions most would forget about after a week or two.

“No, not really. Sometimes I want to be a bit braver, do a few more things to get me out of my shell, take a few more risks. But that’s about it, what about you?” Her breath hitched in her chest as she watched his gaze flicker down to her lips, for just a second, a second (y/n) undoubtedly picked up on.

“What kind of risks?” (Y/n) didn’t understand what was guiding her body, urged on by the unfamiliar tone of Tommy’s voice, moving closer with her gaze set on his lips. The seconds blurring by felt like minutes, hours even, with her heart racing and her breaths stuttering. Would he pull away? Would he stop her from pressing her lips against his?

But Tommy didn’t pull away, one of his hands found her cold cheek, encouraging (y/n) to close the distance between them, softly kissing Tommy. The touch left her panting, not expecting the kiss to make her feel like this. She had never believed in these cheesy descriptions of clashing teeth, fireworks going off in the distance, but now, as Tommy kissed her breathless, taking over the kiss before she could even try to lead, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel just like other people had always described to her.

They didn’t part as Tommy pulled her into his lap, kissing her beneath the colourful night sky, making them feel as if they were reliving a scene from a movie. Neither of them wanted this moment to end, wanting to stay connected till the end of their time. But with shaking heads and aching lungs they eventually had to part, staring at one another with excitement and anticipation laced in their gazes.

“Take me back to the hotel, Tommy.”

……

She had her back arched off the bed, eyes squeezed shut, hands tugging on Tommy’s hair. The man was settled between her thighs, grinning against her naked skin as he ate her out. Tommy touched her as if they had done this numerous times before, careful enough to pick up on the wordless signs her body was throwing his way, though rough enough to let (y/n) choke on her gasps.

“Fuck, Tommy, feels so good, don’t stop, please.” His chuckles vibrated on her skin, leaving (y/n) whining as she tried to hold on, not wanting to give into the sensation just yet. His fingers fucked her fast, curling against her swollen spot whenever he got the chance to. She was putty in his hand, unable to do anything but give into the pull she felt.

Tommy could tell that she was close, about to fall over the edge with his name burning in the tip of her tongue, with her hands balled into fists, and with her lungs struggling to hold onto any air. He held some kind of magic over her, (y/n) had never felt before.

“Look at me, doll, keep those pretty eyes open for me.” These were the last words (y/n) managed to pick up on before she came. Tommy’s tongue kept lapping at her folds, guiding her through her high with a satisfied smile tugging on his lips. A few praises were murmured against her soft skin, fingers lazily fucking into her for a few more moments before he let go of her.

Within seconds Tommy was towering over her once again, lips caught in a heated kiss. They didn’t part ways as she helped him out of his shirt, nails scratching at his skin as he undid his trousers, needing to feel her naked body pressed against his.

“Are you sure you want this? You can always tell me to stop.” He murmured the words against her skin as he kissed his way down her throat, groaning as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her naked cunt against his dark boxer shorts.

“Fuck me, Tommy.” He didn’t need to be told twice, letting go of her to free his cock, grinning as he felt her wide eyes taking in the sight of his twitching length. (Y/n) watched him roll a condom down his cock, aligning himself with her heat before he wrapped his hand around her throat, keeping (y/n) pressed against the mattress.

The eye contact both held was intense, and yet it had something awfully intimate to it, forcing her heart to skip even more beats. Tommy fucked her rough, not holding back as he added more and more speed to his thrusts, fingers tightening their grip around her throat. Her senses were heightened, wondering how far he’d take it with her, and yet she felt awfully safe with him around, knowing that he wouldn’t hurt her in a way she wouldn’t enjoy.

“Such a desperate girl, begging to be fucked.” A whine left (y/n), a sound that made Tommy chuckle against her lips, feeling powerful with her buried underneath him. His lips met hers in an almost rushed kiss as he fucked her, hips meeting hers with every thrust. “You fit so perfectly around me, as if you were made for me.”

“Just for you, Tommy.” A moan left them in unison as her walls fluttered around him, wordlessly begging for more friction, needing to feel his fingers on her clit to give into the sensation threatening to claw through her. (Y/n) felt herself getting lost in his pupils, wide from the lust thumping through his veins, making them appear darker, more dangerous than the piercing colour she was used to.

Both were close to letting go, wordlessly communicating their every thought, knowing that there was no holding back. Tommy let go of her throat to sneak a hand between them, lifting himself to spit onto her pulsing bundle, rubbing her skin with his warm fingers.

With (y/n)’s fingernails clawed into his skin, she came, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. Tommy kept fucking her, thrusts perfectly positioned to prolonge the intense sensation. He watched her fall apart with a grin, unable to stop himself from kissing her again before he came, groaning against her mouth.

The sound of fireworks going off ripped them out of their trance, unable to stop laughing as their eyes found the window. Wordlessly they watched the colourful lights alight the sky, still connected with their hearts beating in sync.

“Happy new year, Tommy.” His eyes flickered back down to hers, lips meeting (y/n)’s swollen ones before he repeated her words with a grin glued to his features.

[red-write-hand]

Modern!Tommy headcanons

(this could just be my thoughts splat onto a page but have fun! also no beta read we die like tommy's sexuality the moment he saw alfie solomons)

If that man could take his computer to bed with him, he would

He runs on cigarettes and coffee

I feel like he would totally have those machines that are super intricate about making coffee

Usually an apple loyalist but buys add-ons from others (think headphones, charging cables, other Bluetooth items)

Listens to The Neighborhood, Drake, Hozier, Eminem, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Kendrick Lamar, Bastille

Exclusively buys from Boss, started as a joke with his brothers but then he realized he really likes the suits he bought

Owns a bunch of clubs and knows about the best clubs to go to if you want a good time

Likes to eat expensive food but will never turn down Italian take out at horrible hours of the night

Absolutely owns a pair of those Bluetooth Raybans that play music discreetly

Favorite movies are the Tobey Maguire Spidermans, Star Wars (only the New Hope, Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi, Revenge of the Sith, and Rise of Skywalker)

Has better figured out his own mental health and sexuality

this👏man👏is👏bisexual👏 (it radiates off him, takes one to know one)

since it is more widely accepted, he feels a little better about it

he absolutely had his first bi panic when he would banter with Freddie

that and EVERY interaction with Alfie

alfie bought him a tiny pride flag which he keeps in his desk, right next to his incredibly expensive alcohol ~x fem!Reader headcanons (m! in part 2)~ warnings: kinda unethical office workplace relationship?

its become a joke of sorts about being tommy's secretary around his family

this all stemmed from him taking an interest in you when you applied

you really were gorgeous to him

you're the only person he is slightly comfortable around besides the Blinders or his own family

the longer you work with him, the more comfortable he gets

after awhile, he (politely, our boy is respectful) asks you to call him Tommy instead of 'Mr. Shelby'

he is one of the most sought after men in the city which makes him very alluring to most

you don't super see it, he's always been very "normal" around, not the silver tongued devil most people knew him as

it wasn't that you didn't like him, you really did, his gorgeous frame, his perfect eyes, his slender fingers, his dark hair, everything was amazing except for the fact that he never really showed any interest in you, to him (you thought), you were his secretary, nothing more

oh how wrong you were

this all changes one late night, him still tirelessly working and you still there making sure that he doesn't stay there all night

it doesn't take much for him to just keep running on fumes so it usually falls upon you to remind him what god awful hour it is

you gently crack open the door and poke your head in

"Hey, Tommy, it's almost 1, pack it up and get some actual sleep."

He rolled his neck and closed his computer, just before packing everything up, he stops

"Cmon 'ere"

It was simple and you knew what could happen if something were to go down but you could find a new job if you had to

The Shelby building was quiet and the only office with any lights on was his

You leaned on the side of his desk and he opens the big drawer at the bottom

He procures the bottle of probably very expensive alcohol and starts pouring you one

"Why do you stay so late? Making sure I go home isn't in your contract."

You thought about it, it had become such a part of your daily cycle

"I guess I've just gotten used to it. Seemed like the right things to do after awhile."

He thanks you quietly and hands your glass of the whiskey he had poured

This was the softest you had ever seen him, you decided to capitalize off of it

"I've never understood it, why are you so comfortable with me Tommy?"

He nods slowly, knowing he would have to explain himself soon

"Polly says I don't 'ave my head straight yet, so my answer won't do you much good."

You, of course, weren't satisfied with that answer so you decided to play a hunch

By this hour of the night, his hair was rather disheveled so you tentatively ran your finger through it, fixing it for him

a small smirk bloomed on your lips when his expression seemed to soften more

This sort of tension was now a pattern for the two of you

The tension got to such a height that after awhile, late at night, he would just pull you into his lap and have his hand wrapped around your waist

You like to run your hands through his hair or trace his jaw with your fingertip

this is just how it is for the two of you and both of you like that <3

[lau219]

Next fic idea:

Modern Tommy x doesn’t take shit Reader

Tommy’s trying to buy her nightclub, as it’s the only one he doesn’t yet own in the city. She refuses, he tricks her into selling it, she’s pissed and determined to make him regret it and get it back. Sexual tension, sexual teasing, sex, sex, sex. Assumed betrayal/miscommunication.

Who’s interested??? Tell me!!!

[wordswithloveee]

[queenshelby]

Dark Desires (Part One)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Solomon!Reader

Warning: Smut, Arranged Marriage, Religious Themes, Loss of Virginity 

Notes: I hope no one gets offended by this! If so, I apologize in advance.

You stood in front of the alter at the synagogue and looked at the stranger in front of you with some confusion. He was the man who you were forced to marry and he was older than you had expected.

He also wasn’t Jewish which, to you seemed, strange considering your family’s believes and all you knew about him was that he was in business with your uncle, Alfie Salmons.

Your uncle had no children himself and, therefore, it was you who had to bear the burden of marrying this stranger. You were the closest unmarried relative he had and, in your small community, it was all about family and connections.

You knew that your marriage to this man was for this very purpose only and your uncle had told you many times how, sometimes, one would have to make a personal sacrifice in order to succeed in business.

This sacrifice was going to be your hand in marriage and, when you stood there and listened to the rabbi, you learned that your future husband’s name was Thomas Shelby.

Thomas Shelby’s reputation preceded him and your chin dropped. You had never seen or met him before but, when you heard his name, you knew who he was.

He was a member of parliament who used to be associated with the fascist, Sir Oswald Mosley, until they had a rather public falling out. And, he was also a known to be career criminal who owned several businesses in Small Heath.

“Why are you marrying a Jew after associating yourself with men like Mosley?” you asked carefully and quietly but the rabbi noticed and told you to be quiet.

“I have my reasons Love, now give me your hands” Thomas told you and shivers began to run down your spine.

You despised what he stood for and you knew that your uncle hated the fascists just as much as you did. So why was he doing this? What was he going to achieve by marrying you?

These intrusive thoughts went through your mind throughout the entire ceremony and you couldn’t even listen to what the rabbi had to say until it was done.

You were married now, to a man who you didn’t know, but thought you should fear.

***

“Mazal tov, now let’s celebrate our new reunion, eh” your uncle said cheerfully after you and your husband exchanged rings and broke the glass and, as usual, he didn’t adhere to any of the rules when he stepped up towards the alter.

“Mr Salmons, I will have to ask you to leave…” the rabbi began to say, shaking his head in disbelieve at your uncle’s attitude.

“Oh common, don’t be like this rabbi. You just married a non-Jew to a Jew so, me being up here with you, is the least of your problems. Despite, Tommy here isn’t even circumcised, eh” Alfie said and, by this point, you had become rather embarrassed about his behaviour.

You took your religion and this ceremony seriously and so did your parents. Yet, your uncle took a very light hearted approach to the sacrifice you had just made for the family and you didn’t appreciate that.

“Alfie, show some fucking respect, eh” Tommy said before apologising to you and the rabbi and you stepped down from the alter with your cheeks burning red. This wedding was a disaster and you wondered what else there was in store for you expect from the obvious.

***

Fortunately for you, there wasn’t much of a reception after the ceremony and, yet, you were reminded by both, your mother and your maid, that you had duties to fulfill that night.

“I am aware mother” you told her again, after already having had this conversation with her several times over.

You knew that you had to complete the ceremony in the traditional way and, as your uncle had told you, he was hoping that you would bear some heirs for the Shelby and Salomon empire in the future.

Being a mother had always been your desire and now that you were married, your wish may finally come to true. But, did you want children with a man like Thomas Shelby? You weren’t entirely sure.

The other question was whether he wanted you at all. He hadn’t talked much to you following the ceremony and, when you approached him about the conclusion of your matrimony, he simply laughed.

“You actually want me to…” he began to speak with amusement and you were quick to interrupt him. Clearly, he had no idea what was expected of him during your first night as a married couple.

“We must Thomas. It is required” you told him and all he did in response was to cock his eyebrows.

“Alright then Love. I will see you at midnight, eh” he said, still chuckling in disbelieve and you wished that he would have informed himself of your traditions and the requirements of your union before marrying you.

He didn’t care about you, or any of this and yet, somehow, you were, by tradition and custom, required to obey and serve him and to bear his children.

***

As Tommy had required, just before midnight, you laid down on the large cushioned bed inside your bedroom which you didn’t share with your husband.

You already removed your wedding gown as you had been told to do by your maid, now wearing nothing but white satin panties and a white satin nightgown which was the same nightgown your mother had bought for you for this very special and particular occasion.

It was pretty, modest and practical for completion of the ceremony which, traditionally, was done by the obvious act of intimacy.

Until such act was being conducted, you had to stay pure and this was something you adhered to. Your God’s values aligned with yours and this was the very reason you remained a virgin until now even though it felt somewhat improper and upsetting to give up your virginity to a man who you barely knew.

It was your duty and your obligation nonetheless to give this purity to your husband and whilst you didn’t exactly choose to be with him, you were about to have sex with him. You had agreed to this out of your own believes and contrition and you were determined to go through with it.

To get you into the mood, your maid had lit some candles and placed them all around the bedroom. And, it was also your maid who had explained the act to you in the past.

She told you that, your first time, was going to be painful and she also told you that you may never learn to enjoy sex in the future. According to her, it was simply your duty as a wife to satisfy the needs of your husband and bear his children.

She recalled her own wedding night as having been disastrous but it gave her what she now loved the most, her beautiful ten-year-old son.

A son was what your uncle told you needed to give to your husband. He already had one, but one was not enough. He needed many to look after his business affairs.

***

With that in mind, you prepared yourself and prayed for a successful conception. Being a mother was your ultimate goal and desire and, when your husband finally entered your bedroom at around midnight as promised, your heart began to race like crazy.

The nervousness you were encountering was nerve-racking and, the truth was that, you just really wanted to get this last part of your union over and done with.

“Are you sure that you want to proceed this way? Because we really don’t have to do this as far as I am concerned” your husband said with a little concern and it was almost like sleeping with you was transactional rather than something he desired to do.

“Yes. I am sure Thomas. It is required by our religion and I value our traditions. Let me fulfill my duties as your wife and bear you children” you told him and he immediately cocked his eyebrows at you again.

“Alright then” he said nonetheless. He was a man with needs after all and, with that, he took off his suit jacket, shoes and tie before approaching the bed slowly.

It didn’t take long for you to feel his weight on the bed and you were surprised by the fact that he didn’t even bother to get undressed.

“Have you ever had sex before Love?” he then asked bluntly while nudging your legs apart and positioning himself in between them in a kneeling position.

“No I haven’t” you admitted as you felt part of his weight on top of you after he had lowered himself onto you slowly and you inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his aftershave.

“Alright, then I will be gentle, eh” Tommy said somewhat reassuringly as hand began to trace down your body, right beneath your panties and, eventually, he slid his fingers over your naked mound.

“Do you want me to take off my clothes?” you stammered nervously after shrieking at the sudden contact. This was the first time anyone but yourself had explored this region with his hands and, to your surprise, the feeling was rather pleasant.

“No Love. There is no need” he told you while he began toying with your soft little pussy.

“I didn’t expect you to be so wet already. This should be easy” your husband then said with a husky voice as his finger traced the exact outline of your vulva. He explored each fold, then toyed with your slit for a moment, and then slid his finger up towards your clit.

“I am?” you asked, moaning and stammering all at the same time. It was all you could say as it was almost too much for you to tolerate. You had never been with a man before and, whilst you were extremely nervous and even somewhat embarrassed about it, you were also extremely aroused by the idea of having sex for the first time.

It was obvious to you that your husband’s fingers were busy with a purpose. Within a split second, he had pushed the crotch of your underwear aside, while two of his fingers applied gentle pressure to your labia. He nudged the folds apart, and revealed what must have been a small opening.

“You are and I think that you are ready to take my cock now. But, don’t worry, I will go slow, eh?” Tommy then said as he pulled himself back up for a minute and unzipped his pants.

“Okay” you stammered again as he pushed down his pants and briefs but, before you could get a good look at his member, he leaned back down and positioned himself in between your legs.  

“Spread your legs a bit wider for me Love” he ordered you before he bucked his hips forward.

“Okay” you responded once more while clenching onto the sheets with your fists in anticipation.

“That it Love” Tommy cooed as, suddenly, the crown of his manhood rushed inwards and penetrated you without any warning whatsoever. Even the tip of his cock was enough to make your entire body tense up, and you groaned bitterly in response to the sudden intrusion.

There was an immediate burning soreness, as you felt your nether regions struggle to accommodate the intruder.

Tommy’s fingers eased their touch, and you felt your labia softly collapsing around his bulbous cockhead.

“Common Love. Let me push inside. You can take it” Tommy groaned while you struggled to breathe and then he uttered a simple moan, guttural and pleased.

“You are too big. You need to go slow” you told him as he continued to push his crotch towards yours. His erection slid deeper, and closer to your virginity. "

“You will get used to it. Trust me” your husband responded while you whimpered in confusion and with arousal. It felt too overwhelming but you knew that it had to be done. It was part of the ceremony and you needed to fulfill your duty as a wife.

“The more we do it, the easier it will get” Tommy then said as his member moved slowly but deliberately and you were distinctly aware of the exact shape and size of his cockhead.

“Okay” you said through gritted teeth while the walls of your vagina had formed a seal around that first inch of Tommy’s manhood and you could vividly imagine every ridge and vein adorning his shaft.

“Just keep your legs open for me, alright Love? Don’t fight it” Tommy then said and, after you nodded again, his cockhead applied pressure to what felt like a barrier. A thin membrane. Your treasured hymen. It was the one sign that you never had sexual intercourse and your panic grew worse. You knew that, what was about to come, would be rather painful.

“It hurts” you eventually pointed out as Tommy kept on moving inside of you slowly and the incredibly vulnerable, thin membrane inside you slowly began to tear.

“I know Love, but it will get better. I promise. Just try to relax and let me inside of you” Tommy said reassuringly and the only panicked reaction you could think of was to shut your legs slightly.

But it didn’t matter and, a short moment later, it happened. Tommy pushed forward and your hymen stretched a little more, and then collapsed.

“That’s it Love” he groaned in approval as your naked pussy clamped down on his erection, and you cried out bitterly.

“Oh god” you screamed as there was a sharp, stinging pain when Tommy tore your hymen and, luckily for you, the pain rapidly faded into a dull soreness.

Unlike the pain, the soreness was a sensation that you could tolerate and so you began to relax.

“You feel so good Love. So very tight and wet” Tommy cooed and, after feeling you relax around him, Tommy pulled back just a little, and then plunged deeper in than before. Multiple inches of his erection were being shoved into you, and you could feel your insides stretched taut to surround him.

“Thomas…” you moaned. It was such a surreal experience. You could feel your husband’s cock inside of you, and its heat was mixing with yours. More so than that, you awkwardly began to notice that your body continued to react on its own. Heat was building inside your loins, and you could feel yourself getting wetter because of the constant stimulation.

“You are going to take my cock so well, aren’t you, eh? Every fucking inch of it” Tommy groaned again in approval as he had unlimited access to your freshly deflowered womanhood.

You clutched onto his shoulder and, with rhythmical thrusts, in and out, he coaxed your pussy into opening up inch by inch. He was unknowingly easing your body into accepting his entire length. It kept going one inch at a time, until you could finally feel his crotch warm against yours. You could feel Tommy’s erection so deep inside of you, just beneath your navel. You were completely connected.

He seemed to cherish the moment and the wet heat, while your vagina desperately clenched down on his erection. Not a trace of his cock was left outside and you could feel the head of his member push straight against your cervix.

“Oh god, fuck” you murmured again as, each time Tommy pushed in particularly vigorously, you could hear a wet squelch coaxed out of your vagina. You had really gotten wet, dripping wet.

Tommy’s pace however had never changed, it was one continuous motion of sliding out, and back in. You did begin to feel yourself getting sore from the frequent friction, especially given the lack of foreplay. But you gave in to the moment nonetheless, just like a good wife would do. You wanted to satisfy your husband.

“Spread your legs wider Love and open up for me” Tommy told you as he kept on going and the bulbous crown of his erection scraped against your tender insides each time he withdrew. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to walk the following day if he was going to keep with this for much longer and you knew that you were raw inside.

“Let’s finish this ceremony, eh?” he then said as on the lower half of your body, you could feel Tommy’s hands reaching for a tighter grip of your thighs. He began to pull you closer, making sure that the entirety of his erection was safely embedded inside your youthful vagina.

"You are too deep” you moaned, feeling the pain against your cervix once again but Tommy simply uttered a weak grunt, and stopped moving.

You were at his mercy and the lips of your pussy were tautly embracing the very base of his erection as he began to move again, admistering deep and firm thrusts.

It was painful and you closed your eyes, concentrating on the weird sensations building inside of you. You could hear Tommy groan loudly and feel his erection beginning to throb intensely against the tight embrace of your womanhood. It was like a wild thrashing of his manhood, pulsing angrily against the snug confines of your vagina. For as long as it lasted, his fingers were pressing almost painfully into your flesh to keep you close. The sudden response was unexpected and startling. Due to your lack of experience, you had no idea what just occurred and a long moment passed before you calmed down again.

There was a long moment during which nothing was said, and nothing more happened. It was just you and him, your bodies joined together.

Eventually, the girth of Tommy’s manhood began to shrink while he continued to calm down his breathing.

“Are you alright Love?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yes” you confirmed as you felt a strange liquid heat spreading through your loins, faster than any other sensation you had felt before.

Your eyes opened wide as you could feel this foreign warmth rapidly spreading inside of your vagina, filling the empty spaces that were left by your husband’s softening appendage. He had done it. He completed the ceremony in the way it was meant to be done in the traditional way.

“Good, now you better get some rest, eh?” he said as you fumbled to reach down with your hands, and awkwardly grabbed and tugged on year satin nightgown while Tommy pulled his softening cock out of you.

He lost no time and pulled up his pants while you observed the sore area in between your legs.

A pool of his cum mixed with some of your blood had left with his shaft, leaving a sticky mess behind and Tommy moved his head so that he could get a better view of your red raw pussy as well.

“I have some work to do. I will see you at breakfast, eh?” he then said all so casually while reaching for his handkerchief and wiping away the cum and blood from in between your legs, cleaning you up gently.

“Yes. Okay Thomas” you said while straightening up your nightgown to regain some of your modesty and, for some reason, you felt strange about what happened between you and your husband.

You knew that he was your husband and this is what should be happening between husband and wife and, yet, it felt unnatural to you.

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Modern Tommy Shelby

Misadventures (Masterlist) - Updated March 3, 2024

All We Have Is Now

Catwalk

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed

Quiet Sunday Manic Monday Part Three Part Four

Part Five

Composition - 1058 Words • Repetition - 1626 Words

One Shots

Chiaroscuro - Tommy Shelby x Reader - Smut - 3,346 Words

Hell Above - 1,314 Words

Completed Works

The Woman in the Window - Tommy Shelby x OC - Smut

Part One - 2.613 Words

Part Two - 2,525 Words

Part Three - 1,727 Words

His Favorite - Tommy Shelby x OC - Smut

Part One - 1,139 Words

Part Two - 1,765 Words

Lost Letters

Part I - 1,577 Words

Part II - 3,315 Words

Hello, Operator

Part 1 - 1,569 Words

Part 2 - 2,334 Words

Tommy Shelby x male!reader

The Farrier’s Son

Part 1 - 1,354 Words

Part 2 - 1,466 Words

Piccadilly Circus - 517 Words

Long Series

The Dead Rabbit - 28,602 Words (Modern AU/ Reincarnation)

Fourth Time’s The Charm - 19,964 words

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Headcannon (Naming their children)

On A Gathering Storm (in progress?) - 2,262 Words

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

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The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie - 611 Words - Tommy Shelby is the devil, but has he always been?

Driving Lessons - 1158 Words -Tommy teaches Ruby to drive, with an unexpected conversation.

After All - 335 Words - Polly helps her 18-year-old nephew solve a problem.

January - 310 Words - Tommy and Charlie have a plan.

Pinky Swears - 582 Words - Tommy makes a promise to Ada while home on leave.

Battue - 501 Words - Boxing Day shenanigans.

Royal Ascot - 258 Words -Ruby has no interest in being a debutante.

November - Tommy's wife is sought out by long forgotten family- 1,187 Words

200 Follower Celebration Requests

Sleep Talking - 283 Words

Christmas Eve - 206 Words

Nightmares (x male!reader) - 197 Words

Tired Eyes (x Alfie Solomons) - 206 Words

Heart of a Dog (x Arthur Shelby) - 349 Words

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Collecting moments, not things.

Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader (one shot)

First story of 2023! ✨🎉 can’t believe it… hope you all celebrated the holidays and had a good time with your loved ones 🥰 I want to take a moment to thank every single of you for all your support during 2022…

Now *drum roll* I wrote this story to celebrate @gypsy-girl-08 3,000 followers!!!! Inspired by our beloved “Blind date” couple that I simply adore and can’t enough of. Liv I can’t thank you enough for being an inspiration, you already know this but you are one of the very first tumblr fan accounts that I found here when I googled “Tommy Shelby fanfiction”, thank you because of your work I got the chance to start day-dreaming again, to imagine, to distract me from the daily stress, to really enjoy a moment to myself, and that lead me to write again, and the rest is history… ♥️

⚠️ Ah! I almost forgot, smut at the beginning then fluff 🔥🥰

This is set between those days after Christmas and before NYE, and of course, Charlie has my heart 🥰

Your fingernails would probably leave marks on Tommy’s back from the force you were applying, but as his lips sucked hard on the skin of your left shoulder, you couldn’t keep down the moan that came out from the deepest part of your soul.

He was buried deep inside you as you moved up and down on his shaft, his strong hands making sure you were close to him.

But soon, he switched positions in a swift motion and now you were laying on your back, with his weight on top of you as Tommy slammed all the way back in and out of your body with a pace that made you think you wouldn’t be able to walk in five days.

Feeling him pull out from you completely and your eyes snapped open, you were in route to orgasm-road and now you felt empty. But before you could protest, you saw him kneeling in bed between your legs and his hands sneaked under your body at the small of you back level, he lifted that part of your body and with most of your back still touching the mattress, he entered your body one more time.

Tommy started moving your lower body to meet his thrusts. He was in charge of the pace and speed, you were lost in pleasure, your hands moved up your own body, until your fingers found your breasts, with your middle finger, you barely fanned over your nipple, causing Tommy to stop momentarily, he leaned on his heels as you added extra pleasure to what you were already experiencing. Resuming his movements a few seconds later, he was insatiable that morning.

“Ahhh!” You moaned.

The new angle, seeing him above you, broad shoulders, strong and toned biceps contracted by the effort he was applying, looking up, you found Tommy biting his lower lip, his fringe hanging against his forehead as he hit your g-spot over and over, it was all too much.

Time stopped and soon you felt a pleasure you’ve never felt before.

Ecstasy hit you hard, one wave of pleasure after another as Tommy was still holding your lower back up in the air, throwing his head back he reached his own climax as his load was released inside you.

Carefully, he placed your lower body back down in the mattress, bodies still connected as he tried to catch his breath.

“Jesus fuck, woman, every time I’m inside you is like you plug in my cock in the fucking outlet.”

You chuckled at his comparison, running your nails through the shorter parts of his hair, sighing as he rolled on his back pulling out from you to have some rest. Desperate for a cigarette, he just rubbed it against his lips, without lighting it… out of habit, he couldn’t smoke around you anymore.

“You know, I like having another Christmas dinner, even though is no longer Christmas.” You admitted walking naked towards the en-suite bathroom, his eyes taking in your figure. A few seconds later, he heard the shower running.

***

Tommy watched you from the bed as you took something from your jewelry box. Fuck you looked like a bombshell in that green cocktail dress and nude shoes.

“You’re so quiet.”

Your words brought him back, walking towards you, he took the delicate necklace in your hand, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder as you moved your hair to the side.

“Just thinking.”

“I get scared when you do that.” You chuckled and found his eyes looking at you through the mirror.

Tommy clicked his tongue, a playful look back in his deep gaze as his hands roamed down your body. “You should Y/N, you should.”

But the moment was interrupted by a desperate small voice storming into the bedroom.

“Daaaaad, Y/N I arrived earlier!” Charlie rushed to both of you, a huge smile on his face, showing off a couple of missing teeth.

“Oh, hi Charlie!” You welcomed him as his arms wrapped around you.

Tommy looked at you, worried. “Hey son.” But he was genuinely happy to see his child.

“Mum said she could only drive me for lunch, so I told her OK!”

Clearing his throat, Tommy crunched down to his height, to look Charlie in the eyes. “Listen to me, this is your house, ey? You come and go as you please, you don’t have to ask.”

Charlie seemed to process his father’s words for a couple of seconds, only to nod eagerly after throwing himself for a hug. Tommy groaned at the contact, he wanted Charlie to feel he had a safe place there. People who loved him deeply.

“Happy belated Holidays Charlie.” You said caressing the back of his head.

Tommy had barely released his son, only to pull the kid back for another hug, wishing him a Merry Christmas.

“You two are disgustingly cute, can I join the hug?” You joked, adored to see Tommy interacting with his son.

“What do we do in these circumstances?” Tommy asked Charlie, with his eyebrows raised.

A huge grin decorated his features. “Sandwich!” He ran off to hug you from the front while Tommy positioned himself strategically behind your body.

“Ah, best group hug ever, but I need to breathe.” Your whole body tingled, by feeling Tommy’s body against yours, his deep laugh in your ear.

“Do you know if Father Christmas stopped by Y/N?” The boy then asked pulling your hand.

“Oh! I saw a couple of presents left under the tree, but I didn’t look at the tags…”

His little face lighted up. “Those must be mine!”

And he didn’t wait another minute to find out, before you could say anything else, Charlie was gone.

He had spent Christmas with Grace, and he would be with the Shelby’s for New Year. It wasn’t the best or ideal, but it was better than nothing. Co-parenting is never easy, there are a lot of ups and downs, bitter moments, irritating phone calls and discussions back and forth. But the most important thing, at least for Tommy was making sure than Charlie was happy.

“What do we do with the orphanage celebration?” Tommy asked you looking for advice, his son was supposed to arrive for the belated Christmas dinner the family organized after having lunch at the orphanage and giving them the Christmas presents they got for the kids. But since he arrived way too early, he didn’t know how to make the logistics work.

“Ask him if he wants to go with us? I’m sure he would love to.” You replied running your hand up and down his back, knowing how tense he was.

“You think so?” But before you could answer you did, Charlie called out for you.

“Look at all of these presents!” Charlie moved around faster than a tornado, checking out all of the wrapped boxes. “Aunt Pol, uncle John, Katie, Frances…” He read out loud.

“I think I heard Father Christmas hiding a couple of presents…” You winked, taking the couch.

“Before you burn down the whole house looking for ‘em, I need to ask you something.” Tommy sat next to you and beckoning his son to come close, he helped him up to sit on his lap. “You remember we have an orphanage?” Watching Charlie nod, Tommy placed his hand on your knee. “Every year we go over there and give the kids presents,-”

“Father Christmas is a little bit busy, so the company, we’ll your Daddy here volunteered as Santa’s helper.” You interrupted, running one hand up and down Tommy’s back.

The look on Charlie’s face was priceless.

“You help Santa?!” His little mouth hung open, wide eyes looking at Tommy.

Tommy didn’t know how to react, he was out of words, you had never seen him like that.

“That’s so cool Dad!”

Tommy chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah…”

Charlie’s eyes lightened up. “You’ve seen him?”

“No, no… we can’t see him, he just asked for a little help.” You explained, but before Charlie could keep the interrogation going, you asked him; “would you like to come with us? We don’t want to leave those kids without their presents, but we don’t want to leave you alone either…”

“And everyone is coming back here after we finish.” Tommy stated.

“So, this is the plan,” you started, “we go over there, give the presents to the kids, we also got some food for them, then we come back, have dinner and open the presents Father Christmas left?”

“Yeah!” He jumped up happily from his father’s legs, but soon more questions invaded his mind; “Why are they in the orphanage?”

Tommy looked at you, trying to find the right words to say.

“Son, some families have to leave the kids at the orphanage because they can’t take care of them, they can’t give them food and pay for school.” Tommy cleared his throat after explaining the first thing that came to his mind.

Extending your hand to Charlie, you then added; “another times, when the parents pass away, they have to take the kids there, so they can be safe.”

“So they celebrate their birthdays and Christmas there? Alone?” You could see his little mind speeding up, trying to comprehend the new information.

“They’re not alone, Charlie, there are other kids and the adults responsible for them.”

“That’s why we are bringing the presents, to help put a smile on their face.” You could feel the lump in your throat growing, making it hard to speak. Tommy was looking at the floor.

“If you don’t want to go, is fine Charlie, we’ll stay here… I will ask Aunt Ada to cover me.”

Shaking his little head, you saw him walking out of the room. “Wait for me!” He demanded from the stairs.

“You made it sound so easy.” He squeezed your thigh.

“What was I supposed to say? Some parents don’t want their babies and they just leave them there? Or they grew in an abusive household and are taken away?”

“Do you realize I was supposed to end up in a place like that?” Tommy looked at you intently. “If it wasn’t for Pol…” His eyes watered.

You touched his face, hurt by his words. “Don’t say that, everything you went through made who you’re today. Made you stronger.”

“Sometimes I wonder where would I be if some things were different, easier.”

He was trying to be a good father for his son. You knew how hard he worked for him.

Charlie interrupted what you were about to answer.

“Can I give those kids these too? I never opened them and I got plenty of toys!”

Tommy was completely speechless by his son’s actions. Surprised by his kindness and selfless act, he nodded.

“Of course honey, let me wrap them quickly.” You smiled at him and then looking back at Tommy, who was leaning on one of his legs, you gave him a cute pout. “I heard aunt Ada left some Christmas cookies for you, why don’t you ask Frances to give you some?”

After Charlie was out of sight, you walked back to Tommy, he still had a surprised expression.

“When did he grow up so much?”

“He’s smarter than we think.” You moved his arm to the side, to sit on his lap, his hands around your waist in seconds. “And kind,” you kissed his cheek, “and generous…” you kissed then his jaw, “just like his Dad.” You added then, kissing the tip of his nose.

“All that?” He joked not fully believing all those compliments.

You felt him relax under your touch and when you moved back a little, you found him with his eyes lids closed, a smile on his lips.

So tempting, so inviting… leaning forwards, your lips found his and a deep groan vibrated through his chest.

But before he could deepen the kiss, your hands pushed away his shoulders a little, to stop him.

Your fingertips touched his lips. “Charlie could walk in any minute now.” You stated adjusting the red tie with gold circles you gave him for Christmas, along the vintage pocket watch you found at a vintage store.

As Tommy rested his head on your shoulder, he asked you a very important question; “when are we telling him?”

“Tell me what?” Charlie questioned holding two cookies in his hands.

Oops, you thought trying to come up with an excuse, looking at Tommy silently pleading for him to sort the situation. But the spark in his eyes told you that he wouldn’t even try it.

“Charlie? We need to talk to you about something.”

Charlie’s face changed immediately. “I didn’t do it.” He defended himself clasping his hands behind his back.

“What?” Tommy squinted his eyes at his son. “No, I mean we have some news to share with you,” as he saw his son relaxing, Tommy’s guard started to build up. “What is it you didn’t do?”

“Some of my classmates said they would be staying up late during Christmas Eve to see Santa , they wanted to caught him leaving the presents… but I didn’t do it, I swear Dad.” He was so mortified that you couldn’t stand the worry in his eyes.

“Is alright Charlie, we know you didn’t.” Standing up, you went to take his hand and walk with him to the couch, making him sit between Tommy and you.

“You know what happens when you sneak and catch him, ey?” Charlie shook his head, waiting for an explanation. “That’s when the magic ends, there’s no going back, he won’t be taking any more letters, he won’t stop by to eat cookies and have a glass of whiskey.”

“Dad! You can’t give Father Christmas whiskey!” Charlie stated shocked. “He’s supposed to be driving the sled.”

Tommy looked at you this time pleading for you to rescue him from the crave he just got himself in.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, it was just a sip, he was thirsty.” You tried to explain.

“And he’s got immunity worldwide, the police can’t touch him.”

Thinking how you just praised him for being a good example and now Tommy was portraying Santa Claus as someone who liked to drink, you preferred the previous discussion.

“So… Charlie, the news we wanted to tell you earlier…”

“You’re going to have a little brother or sister, Y/N is pregnant.” Tommy confessed with a smile.

Charlie’s face lighting up, he started running around squealing in happiness, he couldn’t believe the good news, but he walked to you for another “sandwich” hug, excited to have a sibling. At the beginning you were afraid of how to tell him, or how he would react, after seeing the smile on his face, you knew it would all be alright.

You were so happy, the pregnancy was unexpected but you loved each other and it would have happened eventually.

Charlie was so excited that he almost forgot about going to the orphanage. Luckily Tommy reminded you and the three of you headed out to the car.

“Y/N let me open the door!” Charlie requested, after watching his father do that every time you went out, he was starting to mirror a couple of his actions.

Tommy stopped on his tracks as he heard his son say that, looking through his Ray-Bans at the blonde boy rush to take your hand, he was surprised one more time.

At the orphanage, it couldn’t be any different, Charlie immediately ran off to play with the kids and help you and Tommy give the presents, he also volunteered to serve the food and cupcakes you brought, showing by his actions that he had a kind heart, he was a pure soul. And even showing leadership skills as he was making sure all the kids got a present, informing them that Santa didn’t forget about them.

Looking around, you couldn’t find Tommy, it was time to leave unfortunately, but you had to be back home for dinner with the Shelby’s, turning in your heels, you found him kneeling in front of a girl who was crying inconsolably, her little face turning red, maybe you got the wrong presents list and you missed hers? Charlie wrapped his arms around her as Tommy took out from his pocket the handkerchief to wipe her tears away.

And you saw it clearly, the man he really was, to you, it wasn’t really a surprise to see Charlie doing things his father usually did, or repeating his words or mannerisms, they were like look-wise both on the outside and the inside, and that’s the thing with kids, they’re always watching.

Tommy tried to make everyone feel scared of him, his family, his employees, his enemies… but at home, he was just your Tommy. You could feel emotions building up as you thought how Tommy would be a great father to the kid you were expecting.

Charlie still had a lot of energy as you all got inside the car to go back home, it was hard to make him stop playing.

“Why was Rebecca crying?” You questioned turning in your seat to see Charlie.

Tommy took your hand and placed both on his lap.

“She was sad because her birthday was on Christmas Eve and she didn’t get anything.” Charlie explained rubbing his eyes.

“Oh!”

For a couple of minutes, the drive was made in complete silence, each mind thinking of the events of the day in their own way, until Charlie spoke again.

“Dad?…” Tommy looked at his son through the rear view mirror, blue eyes reflected. “Can we go back to the orphanage to celebrate Rebecca’s belated birthday? I could buy her a big balloon with the money you give me for lunch.”

Tommy stopped the vehicle at the red light, looking at his side, he found you looking at him already, a genuine and beautiful smile on your lips.

You can’t make kids say things like that, those come from the heart, from what they see around them.

The monster of business, the shark of trouble, the king without a crown, was surprised by his five year old boy. You knew he was lost for words, so you decided to intervene.

“I think that’s a great idea Charlie, how about we go once a month and celebrate every single kid who will be celebrating their birthday that month?”

As Charlie answered enthusiastically at your proposal, Tommy could only squeeze your hand tightly, his heart exploding of love as he stopped the car outside his house, Polly and Ada’s cars already parked, they were unloading wrapped presents.

“From now on, we will do that Charlie, on Saturdays, so you can go with us.”

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You looked back at him again.

“How did you and my Dad meet?”

A soft smile played on Tommy’s lips at the memory.

Clearing his throat, Tommy turned in his seat as well. “Sometimes, son blind dates go wrong, that’s when you take your chance and get the girl.”

Winking at you, he was pleased by the way that night turned out to be.

For the first time, Tommy felt that he was collecting moments, not things.

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A/N: Even though this was based on the couple of Blind date, I added a couple of things of my own (like the pregnancy), but this was made with all my love and respect to the original writer 🥰♥️

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This prompt was requested by anon. Hope you enjoy. Pure filth in this story.

The Red Room

Summary: Tommy tells you to not enter the red room, but you enter it anyways. What will your punishment be. Read to find out more.

Pairing: Tommy x Reader

Prompt: Not listening to Tommy

Characters: You and Tommy

Word Count: 3681

Warnings: Smut, Rough sex, bondage, sex toys, bdsm, hugging, praising, rough oral sex, squirting, and masterbating. Minors don't read.

Tommy was gone by the time you woke up. You look over at the pillow and see a note on a light red piece of paper. You sigh with disappointment because he fucks you hard before he leaves for work. He always wrote on red colored paper because he loves it so much. Plus it was a very dominant color.

It states: To my lovely wife,

Please keep wearing your red body harness. Second wear no underwear. Third wear red make-up. Lastly, please stay out of the red room. If you go in, you'll be punished.

Love, Master Tommy

You smile after you read the letter. One is that you had a plan of going into the red room, while he was gone. Just the idea of being punished spurred you on. Also, you're going to get out by the time he comes home. That time was usually 5p.m. You put the letter back on his nightstand to show you read it. He always tells you to do that. It shows that you're a loyal

Then you go to the closet to grab your red body harness. It was your favorite to wear because you look sexy in it. One is that it suited your body figure. Second it had black diamonds on it. All in all it makes you feel confident. You graze your hand over the black diamonds. Touching them reminds you of the time he proposed to you. You smile at the thought of that, as you put your body harness on.

After you put your harness on, you walk over to your vanity. You pull out your red make-up set. You choose the light red eyeshadow.

" This will go with my harness", you say quietly grabbing the eyeshadow applicator.

Putting your red eyeshadow on, you feel a rush of heat overcome your body. An image of Tommy handcuffing your hands to the bedframe floods your mind. Also, he's fucking your mouth hard. Just the thought of that makes your velvet folds wet.

Eventually, you finish with your make-up. You get up from your vanity with a look of satisfaction. One is that your Master Tommy will love the way you look. Next you strut over to your shoe closet with your ass wiggling like jello. Scanning your shoes, you pick the red high heel shoes with the black heel. Just looking at it makes you bite your lip. You grab them and put them on with ease.

After you put your heels on, you go to stand in front of the mirror again. You turn to the side and smack your ass.

" Ah fuckkk", you moan softly looking at your ass in the mirror. It leaves a red mark, but the pain it emanates doesn't bother you. You leave the mirror with a smirk on your face. " I'm hungry for some cherries and apples", you say softly to yourself as you leave your room.

Walking into the kitchen, you see a red bowl with cherries and apples in it. A big smile appears on your face. " He's such a sweet master", you say cutely grabbing the bowl. You take a bite of your sliced Fiji apple. " So good", you murmur to yourself as you eat. You grab a cherry after you finish the apple. As you take a bite out of it, you close your eyes with a smirk on your face. The cherries makes you think of Tommy's lips because he wears cherry flavored chapstick. Opening your eyes again, you eat some more of your fruit with contentment.

Not long after you eat your luscious fruit, you decide to check out the red room. You walk upstairs with anticipation in your eyes. Each step you make, makes you more curious. It's like the room was calling your curiosity. The Red Room was located on the far end of the hall to the right.

Just about halfway down the hall, you see a beautiful red door with black roses on it. It was a beautiful sight to behold because it was nothing you've seen before. Most doors you saw were just plain red. Also, the door had a black rose shaped door knob.

Finally, you reach the red door to the red room. A look of amazement appears on your face as you stand before the door. You check to see if it's locked first. Putting your hand on the knob, you turn it. The door doesn't open, because it's locked. You look for a secret key hole to the side of the door. Sure enough there was a red rectangle box with a black key in it. You grab it quickly. Next you put the key in the keyhole and it opens. Before you enter the room, you put the key back to it's rightful place.

A smell of roses hits your nose as you walk into the room. One is that Tommy keeps a scent diffuser that expels a rose smell every so often. You take in the smell enjoying it. You look around the room, taking in the sights before you. In the center was a humongous red canopy bed with red satin sheets. The walls in the room was designed with a red rose pattern with black lace. To the right you see red handcuffs hanging on a black peg. Plus some other things, but you couldn't tell unless you went closer.

You walk over to where the cuffs were. A glint of curiosity appears in your eyes as you see more things. Next to the cuffs was a black and red flogger. You decide to grab it because it was intriguing to you. Grabbing it, you run your fingers over the the leather straps. An image of Tommy flogging your ass appears in your mind. Just the image of that makes you blush like crazy. Then you take the flogger and brush your ass with it. The feeling of it on your ass was exhilarating to you. An mmm escapes your lips as it brushes off your ass. " What else we got here", you say as you put the flogger back on the peg.

A long red satin sash hangs on the third peg. You take it off, wrapping it around your wrist. The feeling of it was soft as satin. Also, it has a rose scent on it. The smell reminds you of rose oil that Tommy rubs all over you. You smirk picturing that in your mind. You unwrap the red sash from your wrist and put it back.

Your eyes land on the fourth item. It was a stick with red feathers on it. You look at it with a weird look on your face. One is that this reminded you of a feather duster. You didn't pick up this one, but ran your fingers along the feathers. It gives you a tickling sensation though. " This is ticklish", you chuckle at yourself.

You remember Tommy showing you one of these in a shop you went to on your honeymoon. A memory pops up in your mind.

****

Tommy was holding your hand in his as you two walked by shops in the Bahamas. One shop catches you and Tommy's attention. It was displaying floggers, sashes, blindfolds, and many other sexy things that one can imagine. " Let's see what we can find darling", Tommy says with a wink in his eye. You two walk into the shop with a look of awe. One is that you two liked the items in there. Tommy leads you to the flogger section. Many types of floggers line the entire wall. You saw floggers with feathers, leather strips, and etc. " Look how cute this is", Tommy says holding a long black stick with feathers on the end. " It is, but what is that?", you ask looking at it.

" It's a tickler darling." " Used for teasing", Tommy says blushing at you.

" Get it love", you say giving him a kiss.

" Will do darling", Tommy says kissing you back.

****

As the memory fades away, you look at the fifth item which was some red rope. It was scented like a rose. Tommy had things scented with roses because it was a lovely smell. Also, it heightened the feeling of ecstasy. You just touch it, like the feather thing. " I'd love for him to tie me up to that bed with this", you say softly glancing over to the bed.

Meanwhile, Tommy shows up earlier than expected. He pulls up in his red Mercedes slr McLaren. Parking the car he looks for you to appear at the door, but you don't. " Where's my darling sub y/n", he says getting out of the car. A sigh escapes his lips as walks inside the mansion.

" Darling sub y/n your Master is here", Tommy speaks with dominance in his voice. His voice booms like thunder.

Last item that gets your eye is a red vibrator laying on the scarlet counter. It was 8 in long with a red knob on it. You grab it with a smirk on your face. Then you turn it on to the highest setting. You put it near your clit, moving it slowly up and down. A sexy moan escapes your lips. Your velvet folds was getting wetter by the minute.

Tommy walks quickly into the kitchen looking for you, but he doesn't find you there.

" I'll check upstairs for her", Tommy says going to the stairs.

As he reaches the stairs, he sees an open door at the end of the hallway. A huff sound escapes his lips. He knows she's in there, so he walks with anger to the room. He quietly sneaks in the room, but hears moans in the corner of the room. His feels his cock twitch in his pants. Plus a hard on growing too.

You keep pleasuring yourself; unaware that Tommy was there. You put the vibrator directly on your clit and leave it there. Many uncoherent words escapes your lips as you see heaven in your eyes. Your velvet folds was very wet at this point. You lean against the wall moaning Tommy's name softly, as you cum on the vibrator.

Tommy goes to the foot of the bed. " I thought I told you not to come in here", Tommy says with a frown on his face looking at you.

You quickly drop the vibrator on the floor after you just climax.

" Oh fuck, I'm sorry Master Tommy", you say looking at him regaining your breath. You feel a trickle of cum go down your right leg.

" You'll be sorry alright my darling sub y/n", Tommy says coming towards you.

You stand there watching him with a straight face.

You knew what was coming and expected it.

He goes to the pegs and grabs the cuffs, red sash, and red rope.

" Lay on the bed now", Tommy says with dominance watching you.

" Yes Master Tommy", you say going to the bed laying down.

After you lay down you watch him with lust in your eyes. You notice there's a bulge in his pants. You lick your lips at the sight of it.

" Stop licking your lips or I won't fuck your mouth", Tommy says sternly looking at you.

You stop licking your lips and just watch him.

He walks to the right side of the bed with red cuffs in his hand.

" Put your arms on the bedframe", Tommy says watching you.

You quickly put your arms up on the bed.

" Good, my darling sub y/n", Tommy says cuffing your arms to the bed.

You look over at him with excitement in your eyes.

" The safe word is red", Tommy says watching you.

You nod to him with assurance.

Next he steps away from the bed and takes his clothes off. He faces the other way as he undresses. You were enjoying watching him undress, eventhough he was facing away from you. His ass and back was a sight to behold. Tommy's ass reminds you of a peach. Other thing you can see your scratch marks on his back. Just seeing that turns you on even more.

Tommy turns around to face you. He glares at you. His eyes were a darker blue. He goes onto the bed watching your every move like a tiger. You stay still watching him with excitement in your eyes. He stops before you with his rock hard cock near your mouth. You can see beads of precum on the head of his cock.

" Open your mouth", Tommy says sternly watching you.

He looks into your eyes like an animal.

You obey opening your mouth for him.

" Good darling sub y/n", Tommy says sternly shoving his cock in your mouth.

He starts fucking your mouth very roughly. You can feel every inch of him in your mouth. Including all his veins. Your tongue swirls along his beg vein on the right side of his cock. The head of his cock touches the end of your throat at each thrust. He moans literally like a caged tiger because of his roughness.

" Look at me!!", Tommy moans looking into your eyes.

You look at him with watering eyes due to his huge cock. Your cheeks were bulging out like a puffer fish. Saliva was running down each side of your mouth. It all runs down like a water stream.

" Your taking my cock very nicely!", Tommy moans as he goes to pull your hair hard.

You head leans into his groin as he does that. His big balls smacks your chin with force. It was like his balls was smacking your chin. Your chin was forming red marks. You start gaging on his cock.

" Breathe through your nose!", Tommy growls at you.

You listen to him and breathe through your nose. Your breathing was somewhat better, but it was hard to do.

" Getting ready to cum, swallow every drop now!", Tommy moans looking at you.

An animalistic moan escapes Tommy's mouth as he paints your inner mouth white. You swallow every drop that enters your throat. It tastes very sweet as honey to you. He quickly pulls out his cock from your mouth. Saliva drips from his cock landing on your breasts. You look up at him opening your mouth. Every drop of his cum was gone. He smiles looking inside your mouth.

" Good darling sub y/n", Tommy says pushing you down onto the bed with force.

You literally bounced up the bed a little from that.

" Spread your legs wide!", Tommy says getting off the bed.

You obey spreading your legs wide. Your velvet folds was on display for him. Plus they were glistening with your precum. He takes in the sight as he grabs the red rope.

" Keep those legs spread!", Tommy says tying each of your legs to the bed post.

You blush watching him tying your legs up. A feeling of excitement overcomes your body laying there on display for him. One is that the image of Tommy fucking you like this appears in your mind.

After Tommy ties you up, he gets on the bed where your legs are spread. He takes his cock shoving it in your pussy. You feel every vein on his cock as he pounds you. It's like your pussy knew every inch of his cock.

Tommy takes his hand and puts it around your neck. He keeps a firm grip, but not where you can't breathe. You still manage to breathe though.

" Look at me!", Tommy demands looking into your eyes.

You look at him in a moaning mess.

Tommy grabs the red sash on the bed and puts it in your mouth.

" I want you quiet!!", Tommy moans watching you.

You moan into the sash in your mouth. Your pussy was taking his cock quite nicely because you were really wet. You can feel his big balls smack your inner folds.

" So wet for me!", Tommy moans keeping his hand on your neck still.

You look into his eyes moaning into the red sash.

" Say yes Master Tommy!!", Tommy moans watching you.

You scream with all your might into the red sash. Your scream was all muffled up.

" Louder!", Tommy moans pounding you relentlessly.

You do as he says and just about loose your voice. It took all your might to scream into the sash.

" Good, I'll take this out", Tommy moans taking the sash out of your mouth.

You were glad to have that thing out because it hindered your voice. You made sure to stay quiet, but it was hard to do. A low moan escapes your mouth at times. Tommy was making you feel so good with his rough fucking. He was hitting your g spot so hard. It was making you wetter than wet. Sounds of sex was starting to fill the room. Your inner walls start clamping onto his cock like a vice.

When Tommy feels that, he pulls out of you quickly. You look at him with need in your eyes. He goes to grab the red vibrator on the floor with a grin. A big smile appears on your face at the sight of it.

" I see you like this", Tommy says turning it on to the highest setting. He grins looking at you.

Tommy gets on the bed and enters you quickly. A big wet sound escapes your velvet folds as he pounds you over and over. Next he puts the vibrator right on your clit with his right hand.

" I want you to squirt!", Tommy moans watching you.

The vibrator was really taking you to new heights. An overwhelming feeling of ecstasy comes over your body. You close your eyes shut as you squirt all over his cock.

" That's what I'm talking about", Tommy moans praising you.

" Moan yessss Master Tommy each time you squirt for me!", he moans pounding you like an animal.

You nod to him as you feel your second squirt about to erupt. Your toes start to curl upward. Second your body sweats profusely from the rough sex. Then you close your eyes with your mouth slightly open.

" Yessssss Master Tommy!!", you scream moan as you squirt the second time. It lands on his cock and all over your legs. You open your eyes breathing and panting heavily. Your clit and pussy start to get sore, but this rough sex was worth it.

Tommy puts his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes as he keeps fucking you raw.

" Look into my eyes my darling sub y/n!", Tommy says looking into your eyes.

You keep looking into his like he tells you.

His eyes had a lustful look in them. Plus they bore into your soul. It's like his eyes was reading you like a book.

Tommy pulls the vibrator away from your clit, laying it on the bed. Next he goes to kiss you roughly as he pounds you still. You two swirl your tongues together as you kiss. It was like your tongues were fighting for dominance. Stopping the kiss abruptly, Tommy goes to bite at each of your nipples. Your nipples go hard instantly. A sexy loud moan leaves your mouth. He leaves dark marks on each of your nipples.

You lean your head back inviting Tommy to leave love bites on your neck. He sees your signal and goes for it. Tommy kisses down your neck leaving nice red marks on it as he gently bites it. You feel his hot breath on your neck making you feel so vulnerable. You keep moaning his name like a chant.

Tommy stops kissing your neck. He takes his hands and enterwines with your tied up hands. His thrusts slow down, but he pulls out and slams right into you like a piston. He squeezes your hands at each thrust. Plus he looks into your eyes with pure lust. You look back into his eyes full with ecstasy.

" You're so loyal my darling sub y/n!", Tommy moans looking at you with a smirk.

You nod to him moaning his name with Master first.

You close your eyes as you see heaven again. Leaning your head back, a big O escapes your mouth as you squirt like a tidal wave. It all lands on his cock coating it.Tommy smiles at you feeling satisfied.

He makes a loud grunt leaning his head back. You feel a rush of warmth fill your inner walls. Then he goes back to facing you as he paints your insides white.

" Since you've been a good sub, I'll untie you", Tommy pants as he slowly pulls out of you.

A loud slick noise is heard as his cock pulls out. He gets off the bed and unties all your limbs. A huge smile appears on your face as you get untied from the bed. Then you yawn with your mouth open wide. Tommy glances over to you as he unties your right leg.

" Tired you out, didn't I", Tommy says as he rids of the rope.

" Yes Master", you say softly looking at him with puppy eyes.

You stay laying down on the bed because you were exhausted. Also, your pussy and clit was so sore, but it was worth the soreness for him.

Tommy puts everything back to it's rightful place.

" Would you like a cuddle before we sleep?", Tommy asks with a smile looking at you.

It was like he was a different man. He went from being a tiger to an angel. That's usually how he is though. He provides great after care.

" Yes Master", you say smiling at him.

" Good, because you earned it, eh", Tommy says walking over to you.

He gets onto the bed and puts his strong arms around you.

" Feelin better eh?", Tommy asks softly watching you.

" Yes Master Tommy", you say snuggling into the crook of his arm.

After those three words, you feel asleep like a baby in his arms. He looks down at you with a soft smile, as he drifts off to sleep.

The End

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Drunken Longings and Sober Actions - Prof!Tommy Shelby (smut)

God, how I adore writing with @zablife – thank you for joining me, my love! This imagine is shamelessly inspired by some new Cillian pictures that give off the prof!Tommy vibe. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader takes on the position of Professor Shelby's assistant, the man who is also the advisor of her PhD thesis. How long can the two endure to be around one another before they finally give into their longing?

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), professor x assistant/student, unaddressed age gap

Pairing: Modern!Prof!Tommy Shelby x fem!assistant!reader (5.3k words)

picture credit to Document Journal

“Dear (y/n),  I’m happy to let you know that the topic of your PhD thesis has been accepted by the dean! I’d say we’ll fixate a few meetings over the upcoming semester for you to update me on the status of your thesis and to go over any questions you may have. Since your thesis has been accepted, you’re also allowed to help out with my courses from now on, for that I’d like you to come by my office on Friday, so we can go over the details before you officially start next Monday. We can combine the meeting on Friday with some coffee, if you want.  I’m very proud of you, (y/n). You’ll be an exceptional asset to our faculty, I’m very lucky to have you as my assistant.  Best, Tommy”

A gasp left (y/n) as she read the email with dilated pupils, with her teeth buried in her lower lip, and her heart racing in her chest. She had been waiting for this moment for months, praying to whoever was listening, begging them that her thesis would be accepted. Deep down she had always known that she’d get the position as Professor Shelby’s assistant, and yet she had doubted herself, not daring to believe in the path laying ahead of her.

(Y/n) could still remember the first time she had asked the professor if he’d take on the role as her supervisor, the one to guide her through ups and downs, the one to help her with her questions, the one to pick her up whenever she doubted herself and her research abilities. Professor Shelby – or Tommy as he told her to call him – had been in her life since her first semester, he had instantly caught her attention, perhaps it had been the piercing blue eyes of his that reminded her of a melting glacier basking in the heat of the July sun, perhaps it had been his cold, mysterious demeanour that had called her closer like an ancient whisper only she could understand. Whatever it had been, it had lured (y/n) closer, trapped by his spell, and now, after all these years, she finally got to work alongside the smart professor she adored, the handsome professor she crushed on. 

Her hands were shaking as she started replying to the email, thanking the professor one too many times, taking on the invite, and adding that she’d take care of the coffee. (Y/n) had spent many hours in Professor Shelby’s office, finding comfort in the room that appeared darker than all other offices, stacked with books, old and new ones, with pictures and drawings of people and places (y/n) didn’t recognise. And even though it had taken the two a while to adjust to one another – even though he had always taken his time to answer her every question, the professor had kept his distance, only slowly had the surface began to crack, finally letting her in – she now loved spending time in his office, finding shelter with him close. 

(Y/n)’s mind started racing, painting one picture more vivid than the one before, producing stories she’d dream of for nights to come. She couldn’t help but wonder how it must feel to have the professor close, how he’d touch her, how he’d hold her. Heat rose to her face, clinging to her like a warm blanket tossed over her trembling upper body. Carefully wrapped around her, like he’d carefully tug her closer, protectively, lovingly. 

……

“Please, come in!” Professor Shelby’s voice echoed through the morning, making a smile tug on (y/n)’s lips as she stepped into the office. She carried two cups of coffee, closing the door with her foot before she met him halfway, pushing the professor the coffee into his outstretched hand. “Morning (y/n), thank you for the coffee.”

“Of course, it’s the least I could do. I’m very excited.” His chuckles filled the room, echoing off the books he cherished like nothing compared, a sound so distinct, (y/n) was sure she’d always recognise it. The professor thumped through his notes, not picking up on the way her gaze flickered between the steam of his coffee rising like soldiers preparing for battle and the piercing eyes she wanted to watch explore her naked body. 

“There we go, I printed out this semester’s schedule for you. If it’s alright with you, you’ll join my Monday, Thursday, and Friday classes. For the first few weeks you can help me with preparations and the homework we will have to grade, and then you can slowly take over and teach a few classes on your own.” Her smile kept growing, clearly projecting the excitement she felt, grateful for this very opportunity. She took the sheet from his stretched out hand, reading through the lines over and over again, wondering if this was just a dream she was caught in. 

“Thank you so much, you know how much I appreciate this.” Tommy studied her for a few seconds before he cleared his throat, taking yet another sip of the coffee. There was an undeniable tension lingering in the room, growing between them like the heat of the summer would grow with every rising of the sun, adding to the crackling atmosphere. This very tension had nothing uncomfortable to it though, something (y/n) was all too used to, wondering if this was something only she could feel. 

“Of course, we both know how much me and my students will profit from your knowledge. I’m very happy to be your advisor, (y/n), I hope you know that.” Once again (y/n) could feel heat flushing through her system, still not used to his praises the other students weren’t fortunate enough to experience. Back when she and Tommy had met, (y/n) had been jealous of those that had gained his attention, forcing her to do even better on her homework and his tests, hoping, perhaps even praying, that he’d finally notice her. And now, all these years later, (y/n) still struggled to accept that their relationship had changed this much, like the tide rolling back in, bringing news from unknown territories. 

“Is there anything I can help you with? Any presentations I should put together? I know how much you hate doing these.” Both couldn’t help but chuckle at her lighthearted teasing, reminded of all these times (y/n) had helped him with his powerpoint presentations, taking over before his annoyance could take over like a tsunami wave swallowing whatever was standing in its way. 

“You know what, I’d actually really appreciate it if you could take over the presentations this semester, it seems like my students enjoy your designs more than mine anyways.” His grin kept growing as he listened to her chuckles, hearts beating in sync, even though they were sitting too far apart to pick up on the beat of one another’s strong muscle keeping them alive. 

……

“We are so proud of you!” (Y/n)’s chuckles blended in with those of her two friends, smiling at them as they touched glasses, drowning yet another sip of their beverages. The music of the crowded bar rang in their ears, distracting them whenever a song they knew by heart started playing. “So, tell us, will you finally fuck him this semester?” 

The first week of joining Tommy’s course was just about to start, and deep down (y/n) knew they’d continue their days filled with teasing glances, with loving conversations, and encouraging phrases. An almost unfamiliar kind of pride had filled his eyes as (y/n) had first asked him if he’d be her advisor, and now, as they finally got to work together, this very kind of pride was still filling his pupils. 

Their bodies searched one another’s closeness like magnets, like the stretched out hand Leander would have needed before he drowned. There was an undeniable attraction between the two, something awfully frowned upon, hence why neither (y/n) nor Tommy dared to address whatever was buzzing between them. 

“God, I wish.” (Y/n)’s friends couldn’t help but cheer, once again taking another sip before (y/n) kept speaking. “He’s just so, I can’t even describe it, perfect? I’m so sure that he’s perfect for me, but I can’t, he’s my advisor and boss after all.” 

The three of them were all too tipsy by now, no longer able to reflect on any advice their sober minds would produce. (Y/n)’s eyes started wandering through the bar, recognising a few familiar faces, students and professors that would find this bar close to their university. Her breath hitched in her chest as her eyes found a pair of piercing blue ones, momentarily leaving her frozen. 

Tommy was surrounded by some colleagues, barely listening to the stories they shared as he held eye contact with (y/n). Her friends followed her gaze, silently chuckling as they recognised the man (y/n) had been crushing on for years on end. Before either one could stop themselves, (y/n) and Tommy started moving, meeting halfway. 

“Do you want to join me outside?” His soft voice left her heart racing, wordlessly nodding her head as she followed him, engulfed by the balmy breeze, stroking up and down their goosebump covered forearms. “You should have told me that you’d end up here tonight.”

She watched him alight his cigarette, taking a deep inhale before he exhaled the blue smoke reminding her of the way the ancient city of Troy had burned, flames climbing higher and higher. (Y/n) had to blink a few times to rip herself out of her trance, fully entranced by the handsome man, by the way his hair fell into his features, by the way his body seemed to invite her in, not stepping away from her. 

“I didn’t want to intrude on your time with them, you seemed very excited about seeing them again this morning.” He nodded his head, staring at her with something she couldn’t pinpoint. There was an unfamiliar kind of distance growing between them, blue eyes rather icy, no longer filled with the pride she now longed for. Her heart kept hammering in her chest as her mind begged her to keep quiet, hoping that no embarrassing words would come upon her alcohol tinted lips. 

“I see, it’s probably not the best idea to be seen outside of work after all, not like this.” Her eyes couldn’t help but flicker to his lips as he spoke, silently wondering how it must feel to have them pressing against hers, to taste the beer he had sipped on, the cigarette he had just finished smoking. Fuck, if she’d be any more drunk, (y/n) would probably close the gap between them, not caring that all other people could watch them share a kiss. The sound of Tommy clearing his throat ripped (y/n) out of her trance, slowly catching up with the cold words he spoke, pushing her away from him before she could take another breath. 

Before either one of them could speak another word, the sound of Tommy’s ringing phone popped the bubble they were engulfed by, forcing them to step away from one another. (Y/n) cleared her throat before she looked at him one last time, body suddenly filled with an uncomfortable wave of sadness, of confusion, stepping back into the bar in a desperate need for some more alcohol. 

…

“Dear Tommy,  It was lovely seeing you tonight. I’m really looking forward to working with you this semester and I just wanted to say how much I appreciate your support.  I think our meeting Friday was productive and things seemed to be going well until I ran into you down at the pub. I’m a bit of a worrier and I over think things a lot so forgive me for asking, but have I done something? You seemed cross with me when I spoke with you earlier and it’s all I can think about now. I have to know before we begin working together, otherwise I don’t know if I’ll be able to concentrate properly.”

(Y/n) watched the cursor blink beneath her thumb, inhaling deeply as she thought about Tommy’s blue eyes darken as he stared at her earlier. He hadn’t held the same warmth or congeniality as he did in his office. This look was withering, as though she’d offended him, but (y/n) couldn’t think of what she might have done to warrant it. 

Her head was pounding and her mouth felt dry as she slid her phone onto the table and went in search of water. As she stood at the sink, reaching for a glass, she heard her friend Sylvie giggle. “What’s this, Y/n?” she asked mischievously. 

(Y/n) spun around to find Sylvie holding her phone, reading the email she’d left open. Abandoning her water, (y/n) attempted to grab for her phone, but missed as her friend held it over her head. “Give it to me! That’s important, Sylvie. He’s my thesis advisor.” 

“Yea, I remember. I was there two hours ago when you were drooling all over yourself! You want to fuck him, after all!” She chuckled with a wicked grin. (Y/n) gulped, realising she might not have been as graceful as she’d hoped. In fact, Sylvie made it sound as though she’d made a fool of yourself. God, had she? (Y/n) didn’t have time to ponder her behaviour further as the clacking of her phone brought her out of her head and back to reality. 

To her horror, (y/n) realised Sylvie was adding her own text to the email. “What are you doing?” (y/n) mumbled, furrowing her brow in suspicion.

“Giving you a shot with hot professor,” Sylvie replied, biting her lip as she typed out another line quickly before rushing into the lounge and diving onto the couch with a squeal of delight. 

“No, no, no!” (Y/n) shrieked, barreling toward her friend for the phone. Sylvie had dropped it onto the table as she swung her legs over the side of the sofa, humming to herself. (Y/n) couldn’t help but gasp as she heard the swooshing noise notifying that the email had been sent. With wobbly legs and tingling fingertips, (y/n) reached for what awaited her on the bright screen. 

At the bottom of her somewhat emotional, yet still professional work email, Sylvie had added three lines.

“You should take me to dinner to apologise. And wear the trousers from tonight that kept me staring at your arse. You looked really fit! Xx”

 “Thanks, Sylvie. Thanks a lot,” (y/n) deadpanned, sucking your teeth. 

“You’re welcome, babe!” Sylvie smiled back at her contentedly, though her eyelids were closed and she was half asleep already. How was I going to explain this? (Y/n)  wondered.

……

With her eyes focused on her phone, (y/n) kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She was wrapped in her most comfortable jacket, finding shelter with the fabric that had engulfed her too many times to count, hugging her close. Her heart was pounding, counting the seconds, wondering when he’d turn up.

Even though she had somehow survived their first Monday class together, Tommy hadn’t said anything to her. Well, besides the occasional small talk. She had woken that morning to the sound of an email finding its way to her, Tommy’s reply to the words her drunken self had typed with trembling fingers, paired with the words of her friend. 

“Dear Y/n, I must say I was surprised to receive your email after our chance encounter this weekend. I had no idea you felt uncomfortable in any way when we parted. As we will be working closely in the coming months, I will confide that my Aunt Polly has been unwell. If I seemed off, it was only because I’d taken a concerning call from her moments earlier. However, I assure you that your thesis has my full attention and I am committed to a good working relationship between us.  If you would join me this Tuesday for dinner at the Italian bistro around the corner from campus, I’d be interested to hear your feedback about the first day of class. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble providing thoughts if your wardrobe tips are any indication. By the way, thank you for the enthusiasm over my style. It’s good to know I still have some. Best, Tommy"

She had been torn between embarrassment, confusion, and a small fracture of pride. Yesterday, after leaving the class, he had told her that he’d await her in front of the bistro at 7 pm. And now, as she was waiting for him, a few minutes too early, (y/n) couldn’t help but give into the anticipation flooding through her, would they finally address whatever was happening between them? 

“Evening, (y/n).” Tommy’s raspy voice snapped her out of her thoughts, eyes flickering up to meet his. With a slight smile tugging on his lips, he held the door to the bistro open for her, catching the way her eyes seemed to recognise the all too familiar pair of trousers her friend had mentioned in the email. “After you.”

Slowly she stepped into the place she had last visited months ago, unable to stop her gasp from rolling off her tongue as he placed his hand on the small of her back. Tommy guided her to an empty corner, wordlessly helping her out of her coat before he sat down vis-a-vis her. 

With an almost too straight posture, (y/n) and Tommy looked through the menu, caught in the silence that had nothing uncomfortable to it, yet it was so thick it felt like neither of them could speak up. Only after the waiter had taken their order did they finally give in, eyes finding one another. 

“I have to say, I was quite surprised about your email. But I am truly sorry if I hurt you in any way, that wasn’t my intention.” He kept his voice low, without any emotions dripping from it as if he was scared that she could see straight through the barrier he had built around himself. 

“That’s alright, I probably shouldn’t have emailed you in my state.” No longer could she hold eye contact with him, gaze focused on her fingers. 

“You had every right to. It’s true, if we keep working with one another we have to properly communicate.” A sigh left the man, eyes flickering down to her fingers, watching (y/n) fumble with them for a few moments before he started talking once again, giving into the words he shouldn’t speak. “I’m sure you’ve noticed that I act differently around you, and I hope I don’t make you feel uncomfortable with saying this, but our relationship has nothing professional to it. I can’t hide whatever it is you’re making me feel.” 

……

“Here, let me help you.” Tommy reached for her jacket, helping (y/n) out of the warm fabric before he guided her through his house, towards his kitchen. The two were engulfed by an unfamiliar kind of silence, clinging to their bodies as if it was scared that the two would part ways before they could finally give in. Minutes ago they had left the bistro, and even though their dinner did have an almost carefree touch to it, they were back to chasing their distance just now. 

“Tea?” (Y/n) could only nod her head as she watched Tommy move around his kitchen, eyes focused on his task at hand, not looking at her once. Fuck, she hated this, the awkward tension so thick one could cut it with a knife, ripping the two out of this very state they seemed to be trapped in. (Y/n) couldn’t remember a day where they had acted like this, like strangers being forced to spend time with one another, not knowing how to speak up, how to get to know one another. 

“Tommy,” the word rolled off her tongue before she could stop herself, moving closer in a desperate need to minimise the distance between them like ships sailing an ocean so big their chances of crossing paths were slim to none. “What am I doing here? What is this?”

He stared at her, jaw muscles twitching as he clenched his teeth together, pondering over his words, unsure how to break out of this state. Tommy wasn’t quite sure why he had invited her to his place, not yet wanting to let her go though struggling to give into the shift of the air around them. A huff left (y/n) at his silence, turning from him to step out of this room, out of this house, but Tommy didn’t let her get far, hand clamped down on her wrist. 

(Y/n) felt herself being spun around, chest colliding with his, and before she could even try to protest, Tommy had closed the distance between them, finally kissing her. It took her a few seconds to snap into motion, hand finding his clean shaven cheek, allowing herself to deepen the kiss. Their tongues met, slow at first, allowing themselves to adjust to this new sensation, to the fire simmering inside of them, unable to hold back. 

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that for longer than I should admit.” His raspy words left her chuckling, no longer caught in the web of unspoken confessions, of an awkward tension, rather breaking through the invisible barrier. She kissed him again, and again, squealing in surprise as her professor pushed her onto his kitchen island, lingering between her thighs. 

A gasp left (y/n) as Tommy’s lips found their way down her throat, sucking on the spot where her neck met her throat, making sure to leave marks at any given chance. The moment had something so forbidden to it, and yet they were taken by the thrill of it, begging them to keep on touching, to give into their longing. 

“Can I?” His whispers left her smiling, nodding her head to allow Tommy to pull her dress over her head, exposing her underwear to his dilated pupils. Not once had a man looked at her like this, with so much love, with so much desire filling his eyes, an unfamiliar gaze she’d probably never get used to. It seemed to be an unspoken fact between them that Tommy would take care of her like no other human being ever could, made for her, for her body, the flesh cage that had called out to his, claiming one another before any confessions could be spoken.

Skilled fingers undid her bra, exposing her goosebump covered chest to his wandering eyes and to his eager lips. He kept switching between her breasts, kissing and touching the skin he had longed to touch for years. Fuck, he had once promised himself that he’d never cross this very line, but now all promises were lost like the ships that had sunken to the bottom of an ancient ocean no living being remembered. Lost like all the souls Tommy kept researching, finding comfort in the thought of retelling stories of those that had shaped this very world into the world they knew now. 

His warm lips kept kissing their way down her body, down her flesh to the outlines of her panties, toying with the fabric for a few seconds before his piercing eyes flickered up to meet hers, once again asking for her permission. 

“Touch me, please.” It was simple, really, and yet the moment was by far more complex than either one would like to admit. There was no going back once he touched her there, there was no letting go of whatever they were about to create, perpetuating their love on their bodies and souls. Tommy hesitated for just a fraction of a second before he shuffled her panties down her legs, eyes focused on her heat, on the arousal glistening on her skin. 

The cold surface of the kitchen island pressed itself against her skin, grounding (y/n) before she could get lost in Tommy’s touch, in the careful movements of his wandering fingers, exploring her body all too curious. Her thighs were trembling, fighting against the urge to press them together, to get rid of the ache between them, reminding (y/n) of all these times she had touched herself to the thought of her professor. 

“I’ve been thinking of this moment way too many times, and now, as I have you before me, I know that my mind could never imagine a sight like you, so beautiful.” Her heart swelled in her chest, once again taken up by the unexpected praises leaving Tommy. (Y/n) reached for his hand, wordlessly squeezing it before he brought it up to his lips, kissing her skin. For a few seconds they kept holding eye contact before he let go of her hand, mouth meeting her cunt. 

She arched her back, letting go of the moan wanting to claw through her, hand coming down flat on the kitchen island she was laying on. Curses left (y/n) as his tongue brushed through her slit, moaning at the taste of her arousal, already addicted within the first few seconds. Her heart was pounding, racing faster than ever before, making (y/n) wonder if she’d pass out any moment now. 

(Y/n)’s body tried to push her even closer to him, breath hitching in her chest as his warm thumb found her clit, matching the rhythm of his movements to the speed he used with his tongue. Tommy had turned her into a moaning mess within a few seconds, holding a different kind of power over her body, a power so strong (y/n) feared she may never be strong enough to ever let him go again. 

Without a warning, Tommy pushed his tongue into her tightness, unable to bite down his smirk widening on his lips as (y/n) called out his name, hands balled into fists, leaving crescent shapes on the skin of her palms. (Y/n)’s eyes were squeezed shut, lips buried in her teeth – a pathetic attempt to stop herself from giving in just yet, not wanting to break the moment she had been longing for for way too long. 

Tommy could tell that she was close, upping the speed of his movements, of the way he circled her pulsing bundle of nerves, of the way he kept using his tongue. Deep down he had tied himself to her the very first day he had met her, set on (y/n) quietly, secretly, hoping that nobody could see through the cold facade he had built to protect himself. She had been Ariadne’s thread, luring Tommy out of his hiding with the sweet smile of hers, with the glistening eyes that seemed to follow him around. 

“Oh fuck, I’m so close, don’t stop, please.” He grinned against her skin as he pushed her over the edge, allowing her to let go, to cum on his tongue and fingers. (Y/n) was trembling, body taken up by the powerful orgasm he pushed through her system, kidnapping her soul to bind her to him, without needing to ask for her permission. 

Her eyes snapped open the second he let go of her, body struggling to breathe through the intense sensation still clinging to her. For a few seconds neither Tommy nor (y/n) dared to speak up, studying one another to figure out where to go from here, but with her hand finding the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, their bodies seemed to snap into motion once again. 

“I’d take you to my bed and fuck you there, but I can’t go any longer without burying myself inside of you, sweetheart.” His raspy voice left her choking, wordlessly staring up at him, watching her professor shuffle out of his dress shirt, trousers soon following. Her eyes followed the movements of his hand, taking in the sight of his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his boxers. “I’ll be right back.”

Her hand shot out to stop him, murmuring a soft “I’m on the pill”, needing to feel his skin pressing against hers. With his teeth buried in his lower lip, the professor stepped out of his boxers, hand pumping his cock, using her arousal to coat himself. The heat in the room kept rising, buzzing through their veins like poison made to kill them, hoping to find shelter in a comforting death like Romeo and Juliet, tied together for eternity. 

“You look so pretty, spread out for me, I’ll need to fuck you on every surface I can find.” His teasing left (y/n) gasping, fingernails clawed into his veiny forearms, keeping him close as he brushed the tip of his cock through her folds. With their eyes connected, Tommy pushed into her, unable to bite down the groan ripping through him. 

Neither Tommy nor (y/n) would ever be able to let go of this moment, longing, aching for it on lonely nights, needing to reach out to one another. He moved slowly, relishing in her closeness, needing to soak up every second he was fortunate enough to experience. Their eyes didn’t dare stray from one another, watching the different expressions tugging on their features, clearly communicating their every need, their every want. A desire they were finally giving into. 

One of his hands clung to her thigh, keeping the leg she had wrapped around his waist close, leaving marks he’d kiss when morning rolls upon them. The way she mewled his name forced him to pick up his pace, hips snapping against hers, burying himself deeper inside of her with every passing moment. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, don’t ever stop touching me.” (Y/n) choked on her words, eyes rolling back into her head, trapped in the darkness he emanated, a personification of all things forbidden, and yet so bittersweet (y/n) knew she’d never be able to let go of him again. Whatever may come upon them, they’d stick to one another, fuelled by the desire keeping them chained together.

Tommy pulled her even closer, allowing his cock to nudge against her sweet spot with every thrust, once again pushing her closer to the edge she had been pushed over moments ago. He murmured soft praises, pushing waves of heat through her, heart swelling once again as he spoke the words that would ring through her head for weeks to come. 

“Doing so well, sweetheart, I got you, it’s okay.” His thumb found her swollen clit once again, rubbing it a few times before (y/n) came on his cock, walls clamping down on him. It took Tommy some more thrusts before he followed her down the edge, painting her walls white as a heavy groan left him. 

Both kept clinging to one another, holding on for dear life without daring to speak up, scared that reality would catch up with them, forcing them to adapt to this very new change. His eyes studied her calm features, trying to read the fucked out gaze swimming in her pupils. Slowly he pulled out of her, lips meeting hers for a sweet kiss. 

“How about a shower?” Both weren’t ready to address what was laying ahead of them just yet, not ready to talk about whatever they’d have to change, if they’d had to change something at all. And yet both found comfort in the thought of doing this together, with their hearts intertwined and their souls wordlessly communicating.

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 5

Caught Masturbating with Tommy Shelby

"Caught In The Act"

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: Tommy has somehow fallen through time & made a new life in the modern day with you. He wants more than friendship & an awkward encounter makes you confront that idea.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - masturbation, voyeurism, sex toys, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, hair pulling, creampie, vaginal sex, very light dom/sub, a little bit of fluff

Tommy wasn't quite sure what to expect when he opened the door to your small apartment and immediately heard the sound of your voice moaning and whimpering. He immediately went to reach for his weapon, suddenly remembering that he was unarmed. He was still getting used to living in this new century and the fact that he no longer had a reason to be armed.

It was all still a mystery as to how he ended up here. He had no idea how he had taken one breath in 1930 and the next in 2023. Neither did you, but that didn't stop you from helping him. Even though to pretty much anyone else, his story made him sound utterly certifiable. Instead of judging or turning and running the other way, you were kind and caring.

He slowly began approaching your bedroom, and the sound of your voice became louder. The closer he got, the clearer it became that your whimpers were not of pain or fear but of pleasure. He had dreamt about hearing you make sounds like that since the moment he first met you. 

You had been so sweet to him since he ended up here. You showed him kindness in a way he was completely unused to. Allowing him to stay in your spare room and helping him learn to navigate the modern world. He had become quite smitten with you, actually. You had given him the chance of a fresh start. A chance he was determined to seize.

You also weren't afraid of him. You would talk back to him and call him on his bullshit. Your modern feminism serving you quite well when mixed with your sharp wit. He hated to admit that it gave him butterflies when you laughed openly in his face about doing some chore he always thought to be 'woman's work'. He knew damn well you wouldn't be serving him anytime soon, and frankly, he found your demeanor refreshing. 

You were also stunningly beautiful. In a way that was all your own. Tommy Shelby was well accustomed to interacting with and even seducing attractive women. He had been married to two beautiful women. Both Grace and Lizzie were enchanting, but you were a creature from another world entirely. 

All of these things had him utterly spellbound by you. He'd be lying if he said he didn't spend his evenings imagining what it would be like to be yours and for you to be his. He had a suspicion that underneath your sweet exterior was a devil waiting to come out at the most intimate times. He wanted to be the one to unleash it.

He often thought about you sneaking in to join him in the shower after you overheard him stroking himself. Picturing you dropping to your knees in front of him. Staring up at him through your eyelashes. Water droplets starting to roll down your body, your nipples pebbled and at attention from the temperature change. Wanting to help take care of him, since you knew that it was because of you that his cock was throbbing.

It was because of all the fantasies he had about you that he kept walking towards your door. Stopping only momentarily when he saw your door was cracked open. Your voice was now crystal clear as you whined and moaned, but now he could also hear a soft buzzing and a wet sound. There was now no doubt in his mind exactly what you were doing. You were masturbating.

His suit pants tightening at just the thought that he was catching you playing with yourself. He really was trying to turn over a new leaf. To be a better, more respectable man than he had been. He knew that peeking through your open door was the wrong thing to do, but he just couldn't help himself. Not when he was still a devil at heart, and you sounded so angelic.

What he saw when he looked through the cracked door was immediately worth any guilt he may have felt. It was by far the most erotic thing he had ever seen in his entire life. You were naked from the waist down with the t-shirt you had slept in rucked up to expose your breasts. Up on your knees with your face turned to the side and your shoulders pressed down into the mattress, your ass up in the air. Your eyes squeezed shut, and your mouth dropped open. Your hair dishelved and a little sweaty. Both of your hands busy between your legs. 

In his time vibrators and other sex toys were uncommon. Really, they were just being invented. So seeing you with a vibrator in one hand pressed to your clit, and a big fake cock in your other hand  greedily ramming it in and out of your tight little hole was nearly enough to have him cumming on the spot. You were taking what you wanted, what you needed, and doing it with zero shame or hesitation.

He could see the dildo glistening with your slick everytime you pulled it out of your cunt. Judging from the ring of white cream around the base of it, you must have already been fucking yourself for a while. His hand was already moving to palm himself over the fabric of his pants. Gripping his length and wishing his cock was that toy stretching your pussy. Biting his lip to keep from groaning and giving away his presence.

All that went out the window, however, when you started to moan again. Clearly getting closer and closer to another orgasm. Your hips thrusting to meet the toy and the wet squelch of your cunt getting louder. As you chased your climax you started to speak. Letting the fantasy in your head spur you closer to cumming. It was what you said that sent Tommy spiraling further into his own lust alongside you.

His name. You said his name.

"Oh fuck, yes Tommy. Right there. Fuck! You feel so good. Need you to make me cum again."

You said his name while you were fucking yourself with your toy. You were imagining your toy was his cock. You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. No, you said you needed him. Needed, not just wanted him.

He felt his member pulse and leak at your admission. Before he even realized what he was doing, he brought one hand up to rap lightly against your doorframe. Officially announcing his presence before moving to open the door wider. It didn't leave you any less startled by the sudden intrusion at such a private moment. 

He couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face as you scrambled to cover yourself. Pulling your shirt back down to hide your breasts and grabbing at the covers to conceal the mess between your thighs. Quickly trying to stash your toys under your pillow. Not that he couldn't hear the wet suction of your cunt desperately trying to hold onto the dildo as you pulled it out. Or your vibrator still buzzing under the pillow that you were now pretending you didn't hear. Not that you didn't look like you had spent the day fucking yourself silly anyway.

He slowly entered your room. Fully aware of the tent in his pants. Knowing that it gave away the fact that he had been eavesdropping on you. His smirk turned into a grin as he saw you notice his erection. Involuntarily licking your lips. Obviously, still in need of satiating your desires despite your embarrassed blush.

"Tommy, I thought you had gone out. How… how long have you been home? … how long have you been standing at my door?" 

His eyes dropped to the floor momentarily, debating how to answer in a way that wouldn't make you think he was a creep. Even though you both clearly desired the same thing. Now he had discovered that he could give it to you, but only if he played his hand diplomatically. 

"I did go out, but then I came back. Decided that I enjoyed your company far more than anyone else I could have run into. As far as your other questions… I was worried when I came back and heard you moaning. I thought maybe you had fallen, but I was obviously very mistaken. You are definitely not hurt, but you do seem to be in need of help. Help that you seem to want me to offer, and it would be remiss of me not to tell you that I desperately want to provide that help. That I think about you at night and wish I could be in your bed instead of my own. That I daydream about fucking you on every surface of this apartment." 

By now, your mouth had fallen open at his admission. Clearly, you hadn't been expecting him to confess all this. He confidently strode closer to your bed, bringing himself to stand right at the edge of the side where you sat. Your eyes roaming his body before eventually falling back to his bulge before quickly jumping back up to his blue eyes. 

"Now, my beautiful girl, I heard you call out my name before. Pretending that toy that you're hiding was my cock. I'd be surprised if you haven't heard me calling out your name as I fuck my own fist. Pretending I'm fucking your pretty little cunt instead. So I think it's safe to say we both want the same things, but I'll ask anyway. Do you want me like I want you?" 

Tommy moved to sit himself down on the bed in front of you. Bringing one hand up to your cheek and letting his thumb pull lightly on your bottom lip. He could see the lust in your eyes, and you quickly nodded your head. Whispering a soft breathy "yes" that made him smile wider because now he knew he could really have you. 

He brought his other hand to your waist and slowly brought his plush lips to yours. The kiss began soft and tender, but before long, it started to become more heated. Both of you starting to feel the need to finally feel each other grow. 

Tommy carefully lowered you down to lay on the bed. Throwing the covers off of your legs so he could run his hands over the soft flesh of your thighs. One of your hands moving to the longer pieces of his hair and the other starting to toy with the buttons on his crisp white shirt. He still insisted on wearing a suit nearly every day, and you were thankful he had apparently already ditched his waistcoat and jacket before he heard you. 

One by one, you undid the buttons on his shirt. Opening just enough that you could slip your hand inside and feel his bare chest. Your fingers dancing over his dusting of light brown chest hair and the edges of his tattoo. You wanted to rip his clothes off and let him take you. To let him bring your fantasies to life, but you knew that before you lost all sense of self-control, you needed to figure out what exactly this was. So you lightly pushed him back far enough to separate your lips from his. Enough to look into his mesmerizing blue eyes.

"Wait, Tommy, hold on. I'm not the person that just fucks people. I'm not good at the no strings attached thing. If that's what you want this to be then we are better off just finishing this each by ourselves. Pretending neither of us ever saw or said anything."

He chuckled at your statement. Not because it was funny, but in disbelief. Could you really not tell the spell you had him under? Did you really think he would spend so much time thinking about you if he only wanted you for a night?

"Oh no, princess, we do this it means you are mine. It means you are mine, and I am yours. Like I said, I want to fuck you and love you on and against every surface of this apartment. That will take far longer than one night. We do this, there is no getting rid of me." 

With that, he forcefully crashed his lips into yours, desperately trying to convey how badly he truly wanted you. The feeling of your fingernails gripping into his back through his shirt only spurring him on. Like squeezing your heels into the sides of a horse, your actions only making him move faster. 

He reached down to pull your leg up over his hip as he continued to kiss you. Moving down to suck and bite at your neck as he ground his pelvis down against you. Automatically, he could feel the heat from your sex through the fabric of his pants and boxers. Reminding him again of how he had found you. How you were still soaked and ready for him. 

A growl fell from his lips as he bit your neck when the sensation of your slick started to soak through to his cock. Rutting his hips into you harder and pulling the most beautiful gasp from you that turned into a wanton moan. Suddenly any trepidation you had been feeling had fled and your animal urges took over. 

You immediately brought both hands to his shirt and proceeded to rip it open. Sending buttons scattering before shoving it back off of his shoulders so Tommy could discard it. He moved on to his pants just as quickly. Getting the button and zipper undone while he took off his undershirt.

You were just able to shove his pants down to his knees when he pushed you back flat on the bed. Quickly taking off his slacks, leaving him in just his boxers before returning all his attention to you. Slowly dragging his hands up the outsides of your thighs to start pulling your shirt up your body. His eyes studying each new inch of flesh revealed to him.

When your shirt was finally high enough to reveal the treasure hidden between your thighs, you thought Tommy might actually start to drool. You were soaked, and your thighs were messy with your arousal. Your clit was swollen and puffy from your vibrator. Your lips flushed and your hole was still gaping slightly from where you had your dildo buried inside of you. The only thing missing from the picture was the sight of his cum leaking out of you. That would have made it perfect.

"Fucking perfect." 

He whispered under his breath before diving down to pepper your stomach with kisses. Biting at your hip bones and stealing a single taste of your cunt before continuing upward. He knew he would be back with his head between your legs later that night. Right now he couldn't wait to be inside you, but he had to finish getting you naked first.

His lips danced over your soft stomach, and his teeth nipped at your ribcage. Nuzzling his nose at the bottom of your breasts as he started to pull your shirt up over them. Keeping his face close to your skin and reveling in your sweet noises. Adoring every part of your body. Smiling against your skin when you finished pulling your shirt off and threw it to the side. Your body finally completely bare for him.

You were getting impatient with his slow pace. As much as you were enjoying his touch, you had been ready for him to fuck you before he had even entered the room. You tried hard to suppress the needy moans that escaped your lips as he studied every inch of your naked body.

"You are even more beautiful than I fantasized." 

As nice as his compliment felt, you were nearing the end of your rope. You needed to feel him inside you, or else you feared for your sanity.

"You've already got me in bed naked and horny, Thomas. You don't have to lay on the flattery. I'm on the pill so just hurry up and fuck me."

You reached down to grab his erection. Squeezing firmly over the fabric of his boxers before shoving your hand inside to start stroking him. Your whimpers were nearly louder than his as you felt every vein on his length and circled his tip only to find him leaking and wet for you. 

Through staggered breath and the most beautiful groans and growls, he finished his thoughts. His hips started to rut into your hand as pumped his cock perfectly. He mentally thanked the advancements in birth control that he wouldn't have to wait or pull out. Although he always preferred bareback anyway, with both horses and women.

"It's not flattery if it's the truth, and it is the truth. Like I said, I've thought about this. A lot. Now, lay back on the bed for me like a good girl."

You did as he said. Pulling your hand out of his boxers and licking the precum off of your fingertips as you laid yourself out for him. Legs spread and back arched in a sinful tableau just for him. Letting him sit back on his heels and study you for a moment. His eyes devouring every inch of you. 

A cocky smirk on his face, he stared right into your eyes as he pushed his boxer shorts down over his hips. His cock finally free and standing proud. Tommy wasn't sure he had ever actually been this hard before, and it was all because of you. It was all for you. 

You groaned at the sight of his thick cock. It was even bigger than your toy was. Biting your bottom lip and grabbing your own breasts. Toying with your nipples as you thought about how good it was going to feel to finally have his cock inside you after all these months of wanting. 

He didn't break eye contact with you as he gripped his length and gave it a few slow strokes. Using the precum dripping for his flushed red cockhead to prepare himself. Enjoying the feeling of you watching him. Especially now that you knew he spent nearly every night doing just that thinking only of you. 

"Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do. Just like you did with that fake cock of yours." 

Tommy descended on you like a predator caging in its prey. His arms braced on either side of your head. His chest pressed to yours. His cock now shamelessly rubbing against your wet cunt. Sliding up and down against your lips and the ridge of his swollen head teasing your clit. You could hear the wet sounds coming from between you. 

The most desperate noise you ever made pulled from your throat before you could answer. Right before you did exactly what he told you and begged for his cock like you had with your toy. Your eyes pleading for him to finally take you.

"Want your cock inside me, Tommy. Need you to fuck my tight little pussy and make me cum. Want to cum on your cock. Want to feel you cum inside me." 

A growl came from the back of his throat. He was very pleased with how you begged for him. He lowered to nip at your bottom lip. His eyes were nearly black with only a sliver of the normal bright blue remaining. 

"That's a good girl. Normally so nice and sweet and proper, but not in the bedroom, eh? I could get very used to hearing you talk like a slut for me."

He brought one hand to drag down your body. Making sure to stop and tug at your nipple before continuing its path between your bodies. Moving his cock so his fat tip sat right at your opening. 

Slowly starting to push inside of you. With how wet you were, he could almost slip right in. Your warmth engulfing him and making him swear under his breath. No one had ever felt as perfect around him as you did. 

"Oh my God, Tom."

You whined at the stretch of him. Even after spending so much time fucking your toy, Tommy still made you feel delightfully full. His length immediately brushing up against your g-spot that was still swollen from fucking yourself. It felt like he was made for you. His slow shallow thrusts immediately starting to push you towards orgasm, and your moans and whimpers starting to push him towards his.

"Can't believe you were holding this perfect cunt back from me this whole time. Well that's not happening anymore, love. I'm never leaving your pretty little pussy ever again." 

His thrusts started to pick up pace when you greedily nodded and agreed. Pushing his hips into yours with more force as he dropped his head to bite and suck at your neck. One hand coming to dig your nails into his shoulders, and the other was moving to pull at the longer pieces of hair on the top of his head. 

Your own hips starting to roll underneath him to meet his thrusts. The sound of your bare skin slapping together starting to echo around the room with the squelch of your wet cunt as an accent. Both of you already breathing heavily. The realization dawning on both of you as soon as your cunt started squeezing his shaft that this round wasn't going to take very long. Tommy could already feel little spurts of precum dripping from his cock into your cunt each time you contracted around him.

"Oh fuck, darling. I'm so close. Where do you want me to cum? Want me to fill you up princess?"

His declaration made the band start to tighten in your low belly. 

"Fill me up, Tommy. Cum in my pussy, baby. I'm close too. Keep talking to me. You're gonna make me cum." 

An evil smirk on his face as he gave up, trying to hold anything back. His hips starting to piston into you. The headboard of your bed beginning to bang against the wall as Tommy began pounding into you. His intense blue eyes locked with yours and his nose nuzzling against you as he spoke. Urging you on.

"That's it, love. Don't hold back. Let go for me. Fuck, you feel so incredible. Thought about this every night and it's even better than I could have imagined. Feel like this cunt was made for me. Is this my cunt? Cum on my cock and prove it to me, love. Cum for me." 

All it took was his order to send you over the edge. Your back arching and a ragged moan pulled from your chest as your body began to shudder. The feel of you cumming allowing Tommy to finally let go. His last few thrusts becoming sloppy as he followed your lead into orgasmic bliss. The feeling of him shooting his warm load inside your cunt prolonging your own orgasm.

After a moment to catch your breath, Tommy leaned down to place another kiss on your lips. Less heated and hurried but no less passionate. Then he slowly pulled out of you and rolled to the side. Urging you to lift your head so he could thread one around underneath and wrap it around your shoulder. Wanting to hold you close but not wanting to smother you. 

When Tommy finally broke the silence, it startled you a little. Part of you had still expected him to just get up and leave. You certainly weren't expecting him to say what he did. 

"Thank you."

You couldn't help the guffaw that came from your body. Quickly elaborating before he got the wrong idea from your reaction.

"For what, fucking you?"

Luckily, he seemed to find your response funny and gave a chuckle of his own before he elaborated. His voice getting softer as he let down his armor, something he had rarely done before, and let you inside. Rolling over to face you and wrapping one atm around your middle to pull you closer to him. His aquamarine eyes were bright and clear as he looked deeply into your eyes.

"For everything. So technically yes, thank you for fucking me, but more than that thank you for everything else you've done for me. For letting me stay here despite having no idea where I was or how I got here. For trusting me when I know others told you not to. For teaching me how to navigate this world. For giving me a chance. For all of it. Thank you." 

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Scaredy Cat | modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader

Summary: your boyfriend and your cat don't get along, they hate each other. When you have to travel for work and there is no one else to take care of your cat except for Tommy, you can't help but worry. What will you find when you return?

Warning: mentions of past animal abuse (not anymore), the cat gets sick, Tommy swears as usual, etc. If some of this might trigger you, don't read. There are mentions of smut but no real smut.

A/N: English isn't my first language, sorry if there are mistakes!

Peaky Blinders Masterlist - Cillian Murphy Masterlist

Tommy was very good with horses. Sometimes, just to tease him, you liked to call him 'Horse Whisperer Tommy'. He didn't find it funny at all. The truth is that he didn't get along so well with cats. 

At least, this man was incapable of getting along with yours. And it was funny because most of the time he reminded you of an angry cat himself, the rest of the time too, being honest. Sometimes, when you were on the couch watching a movie with Tommy lying on your chest and you scratched the back of his head right where his hair was shorter, you would swear you could hear him purring, melting under your touch. 

Your cat liked to make things difficult. The first time Tommy stayed over at your house, the cat took the space on the bed between the two of you, making it clear which was her territory and that you were hers. Every time he tried to get closer to you he was met with an outstretched paw that pushed him to the opposite side of the bed. You thought it was funny, he not so much. When you woke up you found Tommy's suit jacket full of orange hairs, crumpled on the floor. To this day the jacket still had traces of cat hair.

Moreover, how could you forget the day when Tommy was working on his laptop from your house and the cat bit the corner of the screen? Needless to say, Tommy couldn't continue working on whatever he was doing, which pissed him off so much, because the device stopped working. Your cat spent the rest of the day with a satisfied expression on her round face.

The rest of the time, the poor creature just hissed at Tommy every time she saw him. Eventually, she ended up accepting that neither of them were going to disappear from your life. At least you hoped it wouldn't happen in a long time. 

From the bedroom you heard your boyfriend talking, his deep voice too low to understand his words. You assumed that he would be talking on the phone, always busy with work, even in his sleep he kept mumbling meaningless phrases. 

You headed to the kitchen, after a long day at work you couldn't wait any longer to have dinner. Your cat appeared out of nowhere and began to walk between your legs, creating infinity shapes and wrapping her long tail around your calf. You bent down to scratch her belly when she leaned on the floor in the middle of the kitchen.

"You're so cute," you said in a childish voice, earning a sideways glance from Thomas, full of resentment.

"Cute my balls," he spat.

The cat looked at you with her eyes wide open, as if she were asking you ‘did you hear what he said?’ You jumped to your feet and put your hands on your hips, looking at Tommy with a raised eyebrow. "May I know what's the matter with you?" 

“Your cat, Y/N,” he muttered, turning to you with his hand in front of his face. On the back of it was a deep cut, no, it was a scratch. "Look what the evil’s spawn has done to me."

You glanced at the cat one last time, she looked back at you and licked her paw innocently. Letting out a sigh, you took Tommy's hand in yours to inspect the wound.

"What have you done to make her do this?" you asked cautiously.

He responded with a huff. "Nothing. She came out of nowhere and jumped at me with her claws out."

You nodded in silence and began to disinfect his hand. Your cat was like that, she didn't like men. Actually, she only liked you. Sometimes you wondered if her bad attitude was due to her previous owners, who didn't treat her very well. The thought of someone mistreating your cat filled you with sadness as well as anger. Fucking bastards.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, to him and to her, a tinge of sadness in your voice which didn't go unnoticed to Tommy.

When you finished covering his scratch with a bandaid, Tommy grabbed you hand in his and gave it a loving squeeze before continuing placing the food on the dinner table. 

-

You had always liked animals, when you were little you weren’t allowed to have pets because your brother was allergic to them. So, the moment you got a job in the city and moved out on your own, the first thing you did was go to the nearest shelter to adopt a kitten.

That was the initial idea, to bring a small cat home and raise it. However, when you saw the sad eyes of the orange cat watching you from inside her cubicle, you had the feeling that you were predestined to end up together. She was already an adult cat at that time but that didn't matter to you.

At the shelter they briefly told you that her former owners, whoever they were, had mistreated her and left her abandoned, half dead in a garbage can. A homeless man searching through the trash found her and took her there, where she was taken care of until she luckily recovered. You couldn't be more grateful to that stranger who cared enough to rescue her. Unfortunately, two years had passed since then and no one had wanted to adopt her. 

She instantly won your heart. You took her home and named her Cat, like Holly Golightly's cat in Breakfast at Tiffany's. Plus, both of them looked alike. Of course, Tommy complained that it was a ridiculous name for a cat, similar as if he called one of his horses Horse.

-

A couple of weeks after the scratching incident with Tommy, you were notified that you had to travel to another city for a week on behalf of the company you worked for, which was great because it gave you the opportunity to explore new places. The disadvantage was that your cat was old and had to take a pill every day, for life. You didn't trust anyone to leave them in charge of such a task, but not going on the company trip would mean losing the opportunity to receive a promotion in the coming months. You didn't know what to do but you had an idea.

That night Tommy was going to visit you, so you would make him a suggestion.

After having dinner, Tommy and you started kissing passionately. Everything with him was very intense. His warm, calloused hands ran along your sides under your shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps over your soft skin. Your fingertips scratched the shaved sides of his hair and he let out a moan, pressing his lips harder against yours, never breaking the contact. 

You were starting to feel his bulge growing against your crotch, so you moved your hips against him, enjoying the friction. Now you were the one who let out a moan of pleasure.

“Fuck,” he murmured, burying his face in your neck as he panted. "Can't you make her leave, or at least make her stop staring at me like that?"

You looked at him slightly confused, following his gaze to the cardboard box where Cat was lying with her head resting on the edge of it, watching you without blinking. It didn't matter how many beds you bought her, none could beat the cardboard box. Rolling your eyes, you placed a hand on your boyfriend's face and caressed his sharp cheekbone, trying to get him to focus on you again.

"Just ignore her. Look at me," you said softly, kissing his jaw.

Tommy pulled away from you and sat on the sofa, running a hand over his face. "I can't, love. She's looking at me, killing my mood." He shrugged, looking sick.

You sighed, mentally saying goodbye to any possibility of Tommy fucking the hell out of you. "How bold she is, daring to look down on the great Thomas Michael Shelby."

He gave you a wide eyed look before frowning. "Are you making fun of me? Hey, where do you think you're going? Taking the beast to another room?"

"I'm going to get some water."

Once in the kitchen you took a couple of deep breaths, gathering the courage to talk to him. It was your opportunity to convince him to stay with Cat. You returned to the living room and sat next to him, crossing your legs on the sofa.

"Tommy, do you remember my work trip?"

He looked at you with a blank face for a few seconds until a spark of knowledge shone at the back of his eyes. "Yes, you're going away for a week. Is that right?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "Can I ask you a favor?"

His expression changed to one of suspicion. Usually you didn't ask for things, you didn't hesitate, so he knew you were about to ask him to do something he wouldn't like.

"It depends".

"You have to come in the morning to feed Cat, but not too much because she eats it all and gets sick," Tommy opened his mouth to complain but you were faster, placing the palm of your hand over his lips before continuing. "At night you come back and give her the pill with a bit of soft food, you have to pay attention and make sure she has swallowed it, okay? Also,  change her water, because when she has it for more than a day she won’t drink it."

He gave you a small kiss on the palm of your hand. You removed it and looked at him through your lashes, expectantly.

"Anything else?" he asked, feigning boredom. You smiled. It had been very easy, you hadn't even had to convince him.

"Yes! You have to clean up her cat litter."

-

The day of your trip, you left everything ready so that when he arrived at night, Tommy would find things easily. 

He opened your apartment door and stuck his head in doubtfully, there was no sign of the furry little beast. He was having flashbacks to the last time he stayed over, when Cat started running around the house making weird noises as if she was possessed by Satan himself. Tommy still felt chills remembering how the cat jumped into the bedroom moving sideways with her tail twisted while she howled. You couldn’t stop laughing, used to see your cat doing that almost every day, but Tommy kept saying that he witnessed a demonic possession that night.

But at that moment there were no howls or strange noises. In fact, everything was quiet. One of those silences that he had experienced so many times in his life before. The kind of silence that does not bode well. Tommy squared his shoulders, he wasn't going to get carried away by his superstitious ideas. It was just a cat. He would come in, give her the pill and some water, and then he would leave. Fast and clean. 

As he approached the corner where the hallway turned to the left at a ninety-degree angle he stopped. Your cat liked to hide there before jumping like a lion hunting for its prey on Tommy's legs. He still had the scar from the last bite, he didn't want to take another one.

This time he was prepared. With a quick movement he stood on the next section of the hallway. But there was nothing. Frowning and feeling a bit ridiculous, Tommy walked through the house looking for the little beast until he found her lying on the sofa.

The cat was curled up in a ball, her head resting on the armrest. Only her green eyes moved following Tommy's movements as he approached her. She seemed kind of off and Tommy couldn't help but feel a tinge of empathy.

“Do you miss Y/N too?” he asked out loud. The cat blinked weakly. "This place feels weird without her around, huh?" 

Tommy didn't know what to expect, some kind of reaction or something. The cat remained still, staring at the wall. He gave her one last glance, shrugging and heading to the kitchen. You had placed a note on the refrigerator door with more instructions, attached with a magnet in a miniature version of the Eiffel Tower that Tommy brought you from Paris. 

He ran his fingertips over your handwriting, thinking. He was going to take you to France the next time you had holidays. The rest of the refrigerator was covered with polaroids of you smiling at the camera, the two of you together, you with your friends and family... and the cat.

'Ah yes, the cat.' Tommy remembered, turning around.

The food and water bowls were full, as if she hadn't touched them all day. That was strange, the feeling of something not going right increased. Grabbing a clean bowl, Tommy put some soft food in it and inserted the pill, completely camouflaged, before placing it on the floor in front of the sofa. 

"Eat," he indicated authoritatively. 

He was a man used to being obeyed in everything, everyone did except you. You were the only one who could handle him like a rag doll and he wouldn’t complain. There was no doubt that this cat was yours, she didn't even look at the food.

Tommy grunted, losing his patience. He grabbed the bowl with one hand and the cat with the other, pushing them together as much as he could. The animal did not resist, after a few minutes a third of the food was gone, including the pill, but she refused to swallow more. "As you wish," he murmured, leaving the remains of food next to the other bowls.

When he looked into the small laundry room where you had the cat's litter box, his heart skipped a beat. Everything was a mess, the floor was full of poop and vomit.

"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath. Then he returned to the living room, ready to give the cat the reprimand of her life but stopped short. He hadn't noticed before but there were also traces of vomit on the living room floor. "Shit."

Just then his phone started ringing. Your name appeared on the screen. He cleared his throat and answered.

"Hello Tommy" your voice sounded happy although somewhat tired. "How are you doing, honey?"

"Good. I gave the pill to the beast, don't worry. Are you okay?" He spoke as fast as he could, trying to move the conversation away from the cat. 

"Yeah, it's a little boring you know, all day in meetings and now they want to go to have dinner but I don't feel like going. I haven't been able to call you all day, as you can see  I haven't stopped.” You let out a small laugh. ”Hey Tommy, thanks for taking care of Cat. It means a lot to me. I have to go, they came to pick me up. I love you!"

You hung up the call before he could say anything back. Leaving the phone on the coffee table, he walked into the balcony, feeling the cold wind against his skin.

Tommy leaned on the balustrade as he lit a cigarette, smoking slowly. You didn’t like him smoking inside the house, or smoking in general, but that was his problem and you couldn’t change it. This way the balcony became his territory. Once he finished, he went back inside, closing the door behind him. The last thing he needed was the cat jumping out the window. 

He started cleaning everything the best he could while debating whether to call you again and tell you everything, that something was wrong with your cat, or try to fix it on his own. Yes, he would do that better. Tommy was a man of resources, he wasn't going to ruin your trip and worry you if he could take care of it.

After making sure everything was clean and the cat had food and water, he left your house, relieved that he wouldn't have to spend another second alone with that animal. 

-

When he returned the next day and found both the food and water intact, he headed to the living room, where Cat was still lying in the same position as the day before. He felt his soul leaving his body. 

Tommy swallowed and sat on the couch next to the cat. He approached his hand slowly to touch her soft fur, expecting the cat to hiss like she always did when he got too close to her. That would mean everything was fine. But that didn’t happen, the feline's only reaction was shuddering and letting out a pitiful whimper so soft that if he hadn't been sitting next to her, Tommy wouldn't have heard it.

Shit, shit, shit. He covered his mouth with his hand, his brain working at maximum power. He had to do something. Being aware of how important that cat was to you, if something bad happened to her... he didn't even want to imagine your reaction. 

Without wasting another second, he dialed May Carleton’s number, the veterinarian who sometimes treated his horses. After explaining the situation, she told him to bring Cat into the clinic to take a look at her. Tommy picked up the cat in his arms, wrapped in a blanket, and held her to his chest like one does when cradling a baby. The poor thing let him do it, too weak to complain.

The drive from your house to the clinic was frantic, Tommy drove like a madman and once there he skipped the line in the waiting room, entering directly and leaving the bundle on the metal table. "Thomas, you can't sneak in like this," said May while putting on a pair of clean latex gloves.

"It's an emergency," he said, pointing to the metal table.

The vet's expression changed from annoyance to concern the moment she laid her eyes on the poor creature. "Okay, Thomas. I'll take over from here, why don't you wait outside?"

It turned out that she had eaten some plant that's poisonous to cats. This had caused her intestine and some other organs to inflame, or something like that. At least they had discovered it in time to help her.

The first thing Tommy did when he got back to your apartment was throwing away all the plants. The second thing was not taking his blue eyes off from Cat for a minute during the next three days.

-

At the end of the week you couldn’t wait any longer to go back home. You called Tommy several times but he didn't pick up the phone. Every time you had talked to him in the past few days he always told you that everything was going great. You had a hard time believing it. In about twenty minutes you’ll be home and you could finally hug your baby Cat and take a shower, in that order.

You stopped at the entrance of your home, leaving the suitcase and your shoes next to Tommy’s. He's here after all, you thought. The lights were off, all of them except for the one in the living room. You walked towards there and what you saw made your heart fill with love. 

Tommy was on the sofa, fast asleep. Curled against his side was Cat, sleeping too. She was holding Tommy’s hand between her paws. You covered your mouth with your hand, hiding your smile. They were too adorable. Never had you thought the day in which the two of them could get along would come. Seeing them sleeping together seemed like a dream. 

You took your phone and started taking pictures of them. The next week you would print one to put it on your fridge door, a new moment to remember.

[wordswithloveee]

[queenshelby]

Wet (One Shot)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warning: Pure Smut (including “water sports”, so don’t tell me you haven’t been warned)…

Words: 3,786

Notes: Sorry it took me a long time to write this! I struggled a little with this request but had a lot of fun writing it nonetheless.

***No doubt Tommy would like this fetish of his to remain private too!

It has been three weeks since you began to work at the establishment in downtown Paris where men would come to satisfy their needs.

It was an exclusive and glamorous place, almost like a secret club of some sort and it was within walking distance of Moulin Rouge.

You made much more money at this place in comparison to your previous place of employment. Only wealthy men could afford working girls like you and, it was only working girls like you who could provide such unusual and exclusive services to the elite.

Until now, you didn’t perform any acts that you weren’t comfortable with and clients you had been seeing didn’t request any unusual services from you. At least until tonight. Tonight, you were going to service a man who wanted something from you which you didn’t even know was a thing. It never occurred to you that men or women could enjoy something like that and, yet, you agreed to it nonetheless. After all, the gentleman was paying you 200 pounds for as little as three hours with you, so who were you to say no to him? He was the best customer you could possibly get, covering your wages for at least six months and all you had to do was to let him fill you with something other than his cum.

***

"You never told me your name," you whispered to the handsome stranger as you reached the door of your lodging.

"Does it make a difference Love?" the man asked, his voice husky.

“I suppose not” you responded after you thought about it for a moment. Anonymous was fine with you. It's not like you used your real name for this job anyway, so you supposed you were on even footing.

You pushed the door open with your foot, and stepped backwards into the room while holding the man’s gaze. He was so intense it made you want to shudder. There was a small part of you that asked why you were doing this again, agreeing to his absurd request. But then you remembered the kind of money he was going to pay you for your services.

The blue-eyed stranger quickly kicked the door closed and swept forward, one hand moving behind your head and the other around your shoulders as you kissed. Your hands were on his sides, gripping the thick fabric of his shirt. You pulled at it, lifting it up, and he let go of you long enough to shuck the shirt off and throw it over his shoulder. Then his lips were on yours again, his breath hot in your mouth as he walked forward, moving you both step-by-step until your legs bumped into the small table in the corner of the room.

"You taste like cherries, Love" he breathed, then moved his mouth from yours and onto your neck.

You dragged your nails lightly down his back as his lips moved along your jaw and throat.

Both of his hands moved up to the shoulders of your dress, pulling them over your own shoulders and pulling so the dress slid and bunched around your waist, baring your breasts to the air. For all of his bluster, he was taken by surprise for a moment as he looked down at your naked chest.

Maybe he had expected you to be wearing some kind of bra under the dress, even though there was no way you could have done so without it showing.

"I am just beginning to remember how absolutely stunning you girls in Paris are, eh” he whispered, then his lips were on yours again as one hand settled on your hip and the other on one of your breasts.

His palms rough against the sensitive skin of your breasts. He squeezed, not hard enough to be painful but certainly not gently, and you felt that heat spread further in you.

“Well, you are certainly the most attractive English man I’ve met to date” you said as you slid your hands down the front of his chest and then down to the front of his pants. You traced the line of his growing erection through the thick fabric and he moaned in appreciation. With deft fingers you undid the belt and then the zipper at the front of the pants, then pulled back to make direct eye contact with him as you sunk down to your knees in front of him.

His gaze was still intense, still direct, boring into your eyes as you hooked your fingers in the band of his pants and pulled everything down.

His cock sprang out, swaying inches from your face. It was still only half hard, but you planned on fixing that.

“I can’t wait to feel those cherry lips of yours around my cock” the man said as you held his eyes while you took hold of his member, and you felt it twitch in your hand as blood rushed to fill it. It grew stiffer as you slowly fondled it and he groaned again. Then you leaned forward until your red-coloured lips rested against his pink-red tip.

You turned your attention fully to the task at hand, and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of him.

“That’s it Love” he groaned as you glazed up again and saw impatience and need on his face, and couldn't help but grin.

“Now open your mouth for me” he then said and, after opening your mouth just a little, you leaned forward, and the tip of him pushed past your lips and onto your tongue.

His hands settled on the sides of your head, grabbing hold of your hair. You knew that he was going to be rough and, just as you had expected, he pulled you forward, jerking your head towards his crotch and forcing his cock deeper into your mouth.

“Just a bit more Sweetheart” he groaned and you knew that you could have said you didn't like him pushing his cock into your mouth. You could have said you didn't like being treated like an object. But that would have been a lie.

You moaned reflexively at the rough treatment, the sound muffled by the member in your mouth. Then you relaxed your throat and pushed forward, needing no more encouragement. He groaned, probably enjoying the vibrations against his cock, not to mention the feeling of his cock sliding into the back of your throat. This was not the first cock you'd sucked, nor the second, nor even the tenth. You were experienced and he clearly enjoyed your experience.

“You are good at this Love. But you need to swallow a bit more of my cock, eh” he groaned and you set about bobbing your head, sliding his cock deep into your throat.

That was all the warning you had before he pulled your face flush against his pubes. His cock was suddenly lodged in your throat, and you couldn't breathe around it. You held on a moment, then two, before you felt your eyes start watering as your lungs begged for air. You dimly heard yourself making choking noises, mostly muffled by his cock.

Then he pulled your head back all at once, and you took a deep breath. A long string of saliva connected your lips to his cock for a moment longer before you wiped your mouth off. You kneeled there panting for a second longer. Your breath came fast and your heart was pumping even faster than that, but it wasn't just from the lack of air. Heat burned your lungs, but also spread in a slick line down from your core.

He grinned down at you, and you knew he could see how turned on you were. "You fucking love that, don't you?" he chuckled but you didn't answer. You didn't need to.

He grabbed one of your hands and pulled, standing you up in front of him. Then he grabbed the sides of your dress and yanked it down, the silky fabric sliding easily over the swell of your hips and pooling on the ground. You kicked the expensive dress aside like it was cheap burlap, and were left wearing nothing but lacy black panties.

He stepped forward, pressing his lips onto yours again and then pushed you back until the edge of the table dug into the back of your thigh. One of his hands moved down, pressing between your legs. His finger snaked along the fabric, moving lower to trace the outline of your lips through the thin fabric.

"Mmmm" you moaned into his mouth as he pushed the fabric aside and pressed his fingers against you more forcefully.

The man whose name you still didn't know moved his fingers insistently, pressing one against your entrance and meeting little resistance. He slid a finger into you and you moaned again. He paused for a second, as if unsure.

"You are so fucking wet already Love” he groaned and then pulled his finger back, then pushed his first two fingers into you as he kissed you again. You made another noise of appreciation as he mashed his lips against yours and pushed his fingers into you. He slid them in and out a few times, slicking himself with your juices.

He was not gentle, but that was good because you didn't want him to be.

You pushed his pants the rest of the way down so they dropped about his ankles, then seized his cock. It was still wet from your mouth, and you started tugging insistently on it as he curled his fingers inside of you. The motion dragged their tips along a sensitive spot inside of you, and made your knees feel watery.

He suddenly jerked his hand off of you and, before you could even blink, both of his hands were on your hips, pulling and turning. you knew exactly what he wanted, because it was what you needed right then.

You let him turn you around and bent over, bracing your hands on the table.

One of his hands stayed on your ass and pulled your panties off to the side, exposing your pussy to him. He took himself eagerly into one of his hands and pressed the tip of his cock against your pelvis.

He slid it down enough to brush against your clit, then back up along your lip until, finally, lining himself up with your entrance.

Eventually, he pushed forward, and you felt your lips eagerly spread around the tip of his cock. When he was just an inch or two inside of you, he suddenly thrust forward hard, shoving himself into you.

“That’s it Love, nice and tight” he groaned with approval as you winced and hissed slightly at the sudden sting as your body adjusted to having his whole cock shoved inside of you. Then, he paused for another breath or two, which was almost enough time for you to get used to the sudden discomfort. But then he was moving again, pulling back about halfway before slamming forward again.

You couldn't help but cry out in both discomfort and pleasure as his cock drove into you a second time. And then a third and a fourth, until he stopped again.

“You know what I am about to do, eh?” he asked as he held himself still inside of you and, considering what you had discussed with your mistress beforehand, you had some idea of what was to come when he softened inside of you slightly.

“Yes, sir” you stammered and, it was at this point, that your nervousness set in. This was new and unfamiliar to you.

“Good. Now hold nice and still for me and take what I am about to give you Love” the handsome stranger groaned behind you, finding release of a different kind inside of you.

Complying with his request, you held still and, within seconds you felt it deep down inside of you. His warm liquid was filling you, forcefully like a hose, while an animalistic kind of groan escaped his mouth.

“Fuck” he groaned loudly, forcing more and more of his hot juices inside of you until the point came and you overflowed around him. It was so hot that it almost burned your insides and yet it felt incredible, causing you to moan even louder than before.

“Feels good doesn’t it, eh?” he asked as he hardened again and began to fuck you with earnest once more. With each thrust, he pushed his hot fluid further inside of you, creating a swirl of warmth against your cervix and, when he pulled out a little, the salty substance began to run down your legs, escaping from you like a flood.

Both of his hands were on your hips now, holding tightly as he drove himself forward again, pushing as far into you as he could get. He started working towards a rhythm, pumping his hips fast and hard. There was no warmup, no mercy. Just hard fucking.

The slapping sounds of your bodies echoed around the room, and you bit your lip to keep from wailing until, suddenly, he stopped again.

“Do you want more Love?” he asked as he began to slightly soften again and, before you could answer, he pushed more of his warm liquid out of his shaft.

Again, his stream felt like a small pressure hose inside of you and another loud moan escaped you as he filled you with his hot clear fluids.

 "You're so fucking dirty, eh" he whispered with a groan as he found his release inside of you again. "Fuck, you love this so much, don’t you?" he groaned and the stream seemed to be endless this time.

The warm liquid filled you, forcing its way inside of you and then out again as, this time, you began to overflow immediately.

It ran down your legs and onto the floor as he hardened again inside of you and the feeling of warmth only just added to the eddies of stimulation flowing around you.

"Tell me that you like it “ he said, and started pumping his hips even harder.

"Gods yes" you told him. You took a hand off of the table and dropped it between your own legs, settling onto your sensitive nub. You were so turned on by all of that,, that your lubrication was practically oozing out of you, more than enough to wet your fingers when you started fingering your clit.

His fingers dug into your hip and he squeezed your skin tighter as he kept thrusting. Each movement pushed his cock against that sensitive spot in your inner wall, driving you deeper into pleasure. His hips were pumping like a piston, but his tempo matched yours.

Then, your orgasm hit you fast and hard, sweeping up and over you. You cried out loudly as you came, your whole body locking up as all your muscles flexed at once. This time you were sure everyone in the neighbouring rooms heard you, but fuck them.

Pleasure arced up your spine like a bolt of lightning, searing your nerves as your body shook from the force of it. You could feel your hands gripping the table harder, your long nails tearing gouges into the cheap wood. You shuddered and writhed as the jolts of pleasure travelled all along your body, spurred on by his steady, insistent thrusting.

Eventually, you came down from the height of bliss, and your whole body started trembling as you felt him pause one last time.

“Damn, you are such dirty girl, letting me use you like this” he cooed as he released the final spurt of hot fluid against your cervix with force.

“Oh god yes” you moaned as your legs were shaky, and you doubted they would hold you up for much longer. You looked over your shoulder at him, and something of that fatigue must have showed on your face because he gave you a nod, then pulled out of you so suddenly you gasped.

His salty substance covered your core, your ass and pretty much everything else as it left your body like a gushing flood and then you gasped again when he suddenly grabbed you by the hips and lifted you.

He spun you and dropped you back onto the desk, this time facing him. It was at just the right height to put your pelvis on level with his, and no words needed to be exchanged to plan the next move. You spread your legs as he stepped forward, and he yanked your panties off and threw them across the room. Then he lined his cock up with your body and slid easily into you again.

“Are you going to take my cum as well as you’ve been taking everything else?” he asked as your legs curled around his hips and he pulled you closer to the edge of the wooden surface. Then he picked up where he left off, thrusting into you with deep, confident strokes.

“Yes sir!” you groaned in pleasure at the feeling of his thick cock sliding up into you again. This new angle stimulated you in different ways, and it gave him free access to your chest.

He wasted no time taking advantage of that.

“Good” he said as one of his arms was wrapped around your back, cupping your ass, and the other was on your breast, squeezing and kneading the flesh there.

Then, his lips found yours again, silencing the moan that had started building up in your throat.

The whole desk rocked with each conjoined motion of your hips. It thumped loudly against the wall each time he thrust forward, adding a dull drumbeat to your fucking.

Because that's all this was, fucking. It's true that he was holding you, and that you were kissing, and that your legs were wrapped eagerly around him. But there was no real intimacy, just passion and lust.

His hips pumped beneath and between your thighs, making his cock slide in and out of you with ruthless efficiency. There was a wet noise as your bodies slid together, and it added to the bass line made up of the wooden desk hitting the wall.

High pitched noises escaped your throat, noises of need and desperation, which wove into the medley and, with that, he picked up his pace, a fleshy slapping sound joining the thudding of furniture.

You threw back your head and moaned loudly. Pleasure radiated up your body and down your limbs, a dull heat of bliss. You weren’t orgasming again, not really, but the wave of pleasure tingled and kept you floating high.

Maybe he was spurred on by your moan of pure pleasure, because his thrusts were getting faster now. Maybe he was lost in the feeling of your body clenching down on him again, because he was groaning now. Maybe he was getting off on watching your bliss spread across your face, because his fingers were digging into your flesh now.

His lips found your neck, your throat, and bared down on you. They clamped down on the flesh, kissing and sucking on your skin as he drove his cock deep into you again. You felt a pulsation deep inside of you as the whole length of his cock throbbed and convulsed. He pulled back and slammed his member into you, eliciting another moan from you. His cock twitched again as he pressed himself as deep into you as he could go.

A feral noise rumbled in his throat and against your neck as he kept his mouth clamped on you. His whole body twitched and flexed as he pushed his hips as hard against you as he could, his cock throbbing again.

Then you felt it, the sweet heat of his release. His pleasure made his whole body flex again, and that pleasure rushed up and out of him as his cock throbbed, inundating you with a wave of cum. He kept himself buried in you, his hips still twitching as he rocked your bodies, and another jet of seed shot up into you, so forceful that you swear you could feel it splash against your inner seal just like when he forced his other fluids into you before.

You moaned loudly, high-pitched and desperate, as you felt your combined pleasure. You could feel his back twitching under your hands, under your nails as you dragged them down his flesh.

He pressed forward with his hips, as if he could somehow go even deeper, and shook as he emptied himself into you.

You groaned in unison as he twitched one last time, releasing maybe one more drop. Then he was finished, and you stared into each other's eyes and panted. You could still feel small aftershocks of pleasure trickling down your body, just the same as you could feel his seed and the remnants of his urine trickling out of your body.

You didn’t care about the mess he made nor did you care about how absurd this was for you. Right now, all that mattered was this. This pleasure. This closeness.

But the moment was short. He eased himself back slowly, until his softening member flopped out of you. You looked down to watch the creamy white fluid dribble down your thigh like a line of pearls, and by the time you looked up he had already pulled his pants back up and started zipping them up.

You said nothing as he finished doing up his pants, then fished his shirt off the floor and pulled it over his broad chest before closing up the buttons. He adjusted himself one final time, then gave you a nod.

“That was quite something Love, thank you" he said as he pulled out a bundle of cash and placed onto the desk behind you.

“By the way, my name is Thomas Shelby and I hope to see you again some time soon, if you like” he added before walking towards the door.

“I would like that Mr Shelby” you said, taking the money while he softly closed the door behind him with a smirk.

After this somewhat strange but yet sensual encounter, you shook your head and stood up a little woozily, stopping to check yourself in the mirror. You were flushed and sweaty. You were also rather wet from the mess he left behind, but you didn’t care much about that. Tonight, your body was pleasantly sore and you were 200 pounds richer. This was all that mattered to you.

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[moral-terpitude]

Misadventures - Part 9

you say you want to chase the moon like fire well • together we can fake our own deaths here • just wanna be alone and watch as you all just disappear

A/N: I’m screaming. I’m sure y’all are screaming (maybe not as much as me cause I’ve had some of this wrote since I’ve wrote the beginning). It’s gotten so much longer than I thought it would be, and this isn’t even all the drama yet to come! Never thought the “second half” would be longer than the first.

Word Count: 9,910 (I almost crammed in 90 more words for 10k but I couldn’t fit anything else in here.)

Warnings: smut (unprotected sex, fingering, blowjobs), gratuitous use of the fuck word, bullying (her sisters are kind of bullies to Quinn I guess) over appearance/ food choices, um churches/organized religion but nothing from the Bible, adultery.

Summary: Quinn doesn’t have much in her life that can go smoothly without awkward hiccups, and sex is no exception.

[Masterlist][Series Masterlist]

“I’ll warn you,” Quinn said, coming out of the bathroom wrapped in two towels, droplets of water from the shower still dressing her shoulders as she dug through her bag, “I don’t dance.”

Tommy was untangling the cord to the steamer she had asked him to go get from the front desk of the hotel, “Well, maybe you’ve just never had a good dancing partner, eh?”

She tossed shoes on the bed, digging through the bag rather viciously without a response. She had only been informed that morning there was a block of rooms at the hotel for them to stay at to make everything easier with the ceremony being downtown and the reception being in one of the downstairs ballrooms.

“Suit from the cleaner?” She questioned, rather annoyed at his insistence on watching her struggle locating things in her bag, when she was sure there was something else he could be doing.

Which, was just her own anxieties about the way the night could go on seeping through, and she knew it, but unfortunately, Tommy had turned for the door before she got a chance to fully apologize.

He was able to hear the resounding “Fuck,” as the door clicked closed and something being thrown before he was out of earshot of the door.

He tried to remember as he got on the elevator if she had even eaten, or had more than one caffeinated drink, yet that day, two stipulations in his short time of knowing Quinn that he found were very critical to keeping her out of a mood.

The coffee moreso than the food, from what he had gathered.

The cleaner was two blocks away, which made him forgo taking the rental from the parking garage and watching the small sights of the city unfold as best as he could.

Tommy had fully intended on giving her hell for obscuring the fact it was a church wedding until this morning, but she didn’t seem to enthused about the fact either.

Coupled with her current mood, he figured the safest bet was to let it go.

He thumbed through the bills before tucking his wallet back in the back pocket of his jeans. He had declined, despite her insistence at paying for the suit to be laundered.

The bell above the door chimed as Tommy pushed his way into the coffee shop from their first day there. It was fairly empty, and he surveyed the board, trying to remember what it exactly was Quinn had ordered for a latte before they left.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

“Just trying to decide.”

The girl eyed him with some speculation before speaking, taking in the dry cleaning bag slung over his shoulder, “Not trying to be a creep, but, you were here with the purple haired lady the other day, right?”

Tommy raised an eye brow before giving a reluctant nod.

“She got a Chai Latte with two shots of espresso and almond milk, if that helps you with your decision any.”

He smiled, a chuckle escaping, as he nodded, “One of those, then.”

There was silence, the espresso machine whirring to life as she sat the milk to steam, reaching for the black paper cup, “What’s the occasion?”

“Wedding.”

“Oh!” She lidded the cup and handed Tommy back the change, “Congratulations!”

He paused, quick enough that she probably didn’t notice, before he decided the girl was none the wiser and didn’t need the correction he had thought of giving, and instead nodded, “Thank you.”

Three quick knocks on the door pulled Quinn out of her focus of trying to trade the Opalite stones in her lobes for the gold hollow teardrops that had survived rattling around in her makeup bag.

“Just a sec!”

She had managed to get her hair dried and slipped into her dress, unable to tie the back, in the midst of Tommy being gone.

Despite her best recollection and dumping out her entire bag on the bed after a frustrating amount of digging, she had discovered that despite what she thought, she definitely hadn’t packed the vibrator like she thought she had.

The only moment I’ve had alone fucking wasted.

She opened the door, trying her best to keep the fresh coat of lacquer on her toes from smudging against the carpet, dress held up in her hands as she walked.

Quinn opened the door a crack and check to make sure it was Tommy, who waited patiently with the dry cleaning bag slung awkwardly over his shoulder in an effort to not crease anytbing, before opening it all the way to retreat to her spot in front of the mirror on the dresser, the entire contents of her makeup bag pulled out on top of it.

The dress fit her perfectly, grey matte fabric with a cutout that exposed all of her back, the scrawling pattern in her skin fully on display. The sleeves were short and loose, enough of a v-neck in the front that Tommy could see the shimmer of the jewel embedded in her chest in her reflection of the mirror, but not enough to be vulgar.

“I took a detour.” He spoke, finally hanging the suit on the back of the door, before setting the black cup next to the various cosmetic accoutrements that he had no clue about.

He watched her expression soften in the mirror, setting down the mascara to look at the familiar cup, before breaking out into a smile.

“Thank you,” her voice held a tinge of pensiveness as she took a sip, setting it back down, before she continued with her routine.

“How long have we got?”

“About an hour, but it takes about 10 minutes to walk to the church and I don’t want to be late.”

He nodded, doubling back to the door to retrieve the outfit, before heading for the bathroom.

“Do you—“

“No, I’m good.” She cut him off, her mouth making a tiny o as she continued with the mascara.

“Okay.” He didn’t make an effort to move, and Quinn could feel him as he stared at her.

She paused, eyes flicking to meet his as she halted her movement.

“What, do you want some?” She held the makeup wand out, flailing it around.

“No.” His brow furrowed, “Just—fuck it. Nevermind. I’m getting in the shower.”

She let out a breath as the water started.

“Do you usually only take a seven minute shower or did I make you feel rushed?” Quinn asked, toeing into the low heels.

She had smoothed her hair into a slightly messy chignon at the back of her head, and it took Tommy a moment to realize the only time he usually saw her without her glasses was when she slept.

“No, that’s normal.” He quipped.

He was mostly ready. Shirt mostly tucked into his pants. Zipper done but not buttoned. Shirt buttoned but tie loose around his neck. Vest on and not buttoned at all.

Quinn thought pouring into the dress was bad, but she had only ever seen him ready, and didn’t realize how much work a suit truly was.

“Do you ever let yourself ever enjoy the little things?” She prodded as she crossed the room, holding her hand out for the cuff link he was having a brief struggle with.

“I enjoy things. I’ve barely set an alarm all week.”

He let her fasten the other gold cufflink with less resistance than the first.

“Sleeping in with no alarm set and sleeping until just before the latest possible alarm you can tolerate are totally different.”

He adjusted the sleeves, white beneath the grey vest, not the same shade to match her dress exactly but dark enough to compliment it.

“Turn around,” he suggested, moving her so her back was to him, the seam of her dress sitting slightly off center, “it’s crooked. To the right a hair will fix it.”

“Oh.” she pinched the fabric at her waist,

giving it a shift, and watched him watch her in the mirror as he tied the plum and black tie, some scrawling pattern her eyes couldn’t quite focus on in the reflection, “You know I was only giving you shit when I said if you got a purple tie to match my hair would work.”

He finished buttoning, zipping and clasping things in the appropriate order before speaking, “Hold still, you’re still untied.”

She had almost forgot about the dangling strings by that point. Out of habit, she looked down, trying to keep her hair out of the way.

One of the strings had bunched itself up inside the dress. Tommy moved the fabric gently, not sure if it had any stretch to it or not, fingers gently skimming her skin to retrieve the thin band before tying it in a bow with its partner just above her shoulders.

Quinn tried to ignore the shiver that the action gave her, gentle and tender enough that she would probably spend more time thinking about it than she should.

“Okay, if we don’t go now, we’ll be late.” She said, “I’m not taking a bag, can you put my phone in your pocket?”

Tommy nodded, putting the key card in with it.

The walk was quick and the humidity from the last few days had finally subsided, but some of the heat still remained.

“Hi, Andrew.” Quinn gave her cousin a quick hug, before he walked the both of them to the front pew, to the furthest right side.

She watched him walk away, before he doubled back, bending down to whisper in Quinn’s ear.

“Emily asked please, please, no…” he huffed, “don’t make me say it, Quinn.”

She chortled, trying to cover the snort as she nodded, shooing him away with a wave of her hand.

“No fucking in the church,” she whispered, shaking her head and keeping her voice to a whisper so her great aunt, sitting directly behind her, didn’t hear anything.

The wood bench had been uncomfortable from the moment they sat down. Quinn fidgeted to try and get comfortable, but the jiggle of her leg halted when Tommy gave her knee a gentle squeeze.

“Shaking the whole pew, love. If you keep it up it’ll fall apart.” He leaned over, whispering the words in her ear as voices chattered around them.

“Sorry.” She whispered, finding herself tucked against him a bit more than she expected to be as Andrew brought more of their family members to sit.

Quinn hadn’t taken note of the ring on his hand until she covered it with her own, metal clinking from the rings she wore. She stalled for a moment before she realized it was on his pinky. His hand was warm through the fabric of her dress.

Fuck, his hands, the things I would let—

The processional music started, pulling her back to reality as she noted David was already standing and waiting with the officiant.

Out of the four bridesmaids that stood up with Emily, three of them were her sisters. Rebecca was her Maitron of Honor. Not completely surprising.

Anna and Liam were adorable, dressed in their little outfits as they paved the way for her sister to enter.

They all stood as the music changed. Her dad looked like he might have been a little teary eyed as he and Emily finally reached the end of the aisle, the veil resting gently on her shoulders as he gave her a firm hug.

Quinn tried to suppress the stupid grin that threatened to break through when she noticed Tommy had snuck his arm across the back of the pew as they sat.

Which she was thankful for since someone had cranked the air conditioning that morning, which left Quinn reveling in the heat she could feel coming off of him as they listened to the officiant begin the ceremony.

And it was anything but short. Somewhere in the midst of it she realized she was tuning it out. Quinn could feel her eyes glazing over as the officiant found another piece of the Bible to cram in to the ceremony.

“You never mentioned your family going to church.” Tommy took the moment of them lighting candles to lean over and whisper the words.

“‘Cause I never went with them to church.”

As she answered the comment, her eyes roamed the stained glass windows that towered over them, and Quinn realized whatever cologne he had on was fucking intoxicating. Some kind of ambery vanilla musk that she would be lying if she said wasn’t doing anything for her.

Quinn, you are in a church! Get your shit together.

It didn’t take much longer for them to say their “I do’s” and kiss. A sweet moment that, with their personalities, was exactly what Quinn would expect. A calm, gentle, peck and nothing worthy of the wolf-whistle that she heard come from the other side of the church.

She sighed in relief when they were able to stand once again.

At least being in the front means we get to leave first.

She shifted awkwardly, hoping no one noticed as she tried to unstick her thighs from each other.

Her sister hugged everyone as they departed the pew, the whole dismissal thing feeling awfully juvenile.

Quinn realized all the awkwardness as it was her turn. Out of the corner of her eye she saw David shake Tommy’s hand.

“Congratulations,” she gave her sister a tight squeeze and a few pats on the back, a moment that should have been warm and photo worthy.

“You never can tone it down, can you, Quinn.” Emily whispered the words in Quinn’s ear before letting her go, a smile on her face as if she had said a sweet thank you instead.

Quinn returned the smile, regardless, turning to walk away before anyone saw tears pricking at the corner of her eyes, and harassed her for making it all about her when it wasn’t.

The breeze outside was unexpected but calming. Quinn paused outside the church, smoothing her dress as Tommy caught up with her.

“The reception doesn’t start until five. What time is it?”

Tommy pulled his phone from the breast pocket of the jacket, “Three forty five.”

“Hmm,” she walked slowly, exaggerating putting one foot in front of the other before continuing, “there is a place that has…probably the best cheesecake I’ve ever had, and last time I was home I didn’t get any. We could walk there and back to kill some time.”

“Quinn, we live in New York, you’re telling me—“

“Yes. That there is better cheesecake than New York cheesecake found in New York. That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”

She smiled, pausing under a tree by a parking garage.

“What are you doing?” She questioned, as Tommy dug back in the breast pocket.

“Just hold still. I’m doing something nice, eh.”

She heard the phone click as it unlocked.

“No…do not take my picture,” she held a hand up to cover her face.

“Why?” Tommy’s brow furrowed, “It’s a cherry blossom. They’re nice, aren’t they?”

“I…just,” she huffed, dropping her hand as her lip jutted out in a pout, realizing she didn’t exactly have a good reason other than she didn’t want to. “Is it my phone?”

“No. I can send it to you then I’ll delete it.”

“Fine.” She smiled for a second before frowning again, “Only if we can go get cheesecake.”

Tommy rolled his eyes before nodding.

She failed to mention the walk was up one of the steeper hills in the area. They wandered slowly, and Quinn would point out different houses and tell him who had once lived there, or talk about how the city had changed in the time she had known it.

“There was one time,” she led the way through the crosswalk, and her pace picked up, making Tommy assume they were in the final stretch as she eyed the store on the opposite corner, “I thought I wanted to do theatre. So I go to the auditions, I was so nervous the whole time that I didn’t get a role at all,” she looked at the lack of cars on the street and the crosswalk sign, still red, “but they put me on a team to help with set dressing and props. It was mayhem. You wouldn’t think there would be that much stuff to move around and keep track of. Despite all that, they ended up letting me be in charge of two props,” she held up two fingers as the light changed, continuing across the street as she spoke, “I don’t know if they thought I was stupid or what but the only things I was in charge of was a top hat and a coconut.”

She was surprised when she heard Tommy laugh behind her. An actual laugh.

The painted brick store was actually quite nice on the inside. Lavish bottles of wine and higher end snacks and cheeses packed it to the brim.

“Oh, I don’t know what I want.” She crouched in front of a large refrigerated display case, reading the small cards that described each flavor. “Maybe the chocolate.”

“They all look excessively rich.”

“Are you telling me you don’t have a sweet tooth?” She stood, furrowing her brow with a small amount of offense seeping into her voice.

Tommy shrugged, maintaining an air of nonchalance, hands stuffed in his pockets, “It would ruin dinner.”

“Tommy, we’re grown ass adults. We’re allowed to have dessert before dinner.”

“You’re really eating it now?”

“Yes!” She crossed her arms, “I didn’t walk all this way for nothing.”

She ended up asking for two instead of just one, pilfering a pair of bamboo forks from the dispenser on the counter top before going to the register.

“Just these,” she put both of the plastic containers on the counter, “oh, and can I also get a pack of orange American Spirits?”

“Yep, can I see your ID?” The girl working the register, someone she recognized from school, a friend would be a stretch to say, grabbed the pack anyway, setting them on the counter.

She turned to Tommy, hand out, “Can I have my phone?”

She pried the back of the phone case off, before handing over her drivers license and debit card.

“Oh! Quinn, that is you!”

She smiled sheepishly, tucking the cards back inside her phone case, “In the flesh.”

The rest of the transaction was fairly silent and awkward, “Well, it was good to see you.”

“Yeah, you too.” Quinn agreed, gathering up the loot before they departed silently.

“Who was she?”

“Oh, we went to school together.” She dug in the bag, pulling out the container before deciding better of eating when walking down the steep hill and returning it to the bag.

“And she didn’t recognize you?”

“We weren’t friends. We just knew of eachother.”

There was silence most of the walk back to the downtown area. Different thoughts flitted through her head.

She had done so much to distance herself and become someone new, more herself, why was she so offended that she was apparently unrecognizable now that she had returned? She had gained some weight, sure, but everyone did, didn't they? Twenty some pounds from 19 to 27 couldn’t be that bad.

Tommy could tell something about the interaction had obliterated the good mood she had been in. She walked silently next to him, the only noise reminding him of her presence was the click of her shoes on the concrete.

“When we get back I want to go upstairs and go to the bathroom and put this stuff in the little fridge.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

People bustled in and out of the front door, the lobby buzzing with conversation as Quinn cut through to the elevator and waited patiently, rocking back and forth from heel to toe while they waited.

“What time is it now?”

“Four forty five.”

“Oh good, we managed to kill a solid hour.”

The elevator dinged and Quinn welcomed the silence the closing door brought along with it. The walk to their room luckily wasn’t long, and people were all up and down the hallway in various states of checking in.

She closed the door a little harsher than needed, toeing off the shoes and setting the bag on top of the dresser while Tommy crossed to open the small balcony.

“There’s no smoking in the room.”

Quinn flopped down on one of the made beds, feet tucked under her as she took a bite of the cheesecake.

“I’m not in the room.” Tommy prodded, back pressed against the metal rail as he lit one of her cigarettes.

“Hmm,” part of the sound that escaped her was definitely a moan that she didn’t feel bad about, “yep, that was well worth walking 40 minutes for.”

She took a few more bites, cramming the entire bag in to the mini fridge, before she fell back on to the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“You'll mess your hair up, love.”

She shrugged, and the linen crinkled under her shoulders as she did.

“It’s fine. They already think we’re up here having a quickie, I’m sure,” she propped herself up on her elbows, to find he was standing in the other direction, elbows braced on the balcony as he looked out over the buildings.

“Your family seems overly concerned about your sex life.”

“Apparently enjoying sex is embarrassing to a group of women who think of it as a chore,” she snorted, joining him in place and position as he handed her the pack of cigarettes, “sorry, that was probably way too much information. I was the last one in the house and turned into my mother’s therapist somehow, so I know exactly how much she thinks of it as a chore.”

“That’s terrible.”

She laughed, “That I know or that people think of it that way?”

She tried her best to divert the conversation from any way focusing on her parents sex life in particular. It grossed her out just thinking about it.

“Both,” she could see him look at her out of the corner of her eye, a long look that drank in every bit of her, “there’s no reason to deny yourself something that brings you pleasure, eh?”

She choked as she took another drag off the cigarette, turning away to cough until she could catch her breath before she stubbed the barely touched cigarette out on the balcony.

“Just give me a minute, then we can go.” She explained, ducking into the bathroom and flicking the lock shut before she lent against the wall, taking a shuddering breath.

Quinn turned on the faucet, letting the water run while she bunched up her dress to use the toilet.

Ever since he had kissed her the other night she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.

Fuck. If there was ever a more obvious moment you just fucking blew it, Quinn.

She washed her hands, giving her teeth a quick brush before returning back to the other part of the room, happily slipping her shoes back on to avoid the scratchy carpet.

“Okay, let’s get this over with.”

“Please tell me there’s an open bar.” Quinn whispered as they returned back downstairs to the decorated ballroom.

“Are you—“

“No, but my family is hilarious when they’re drunk and if I don't have something that resembles alcohol they’ll think somethings wrong with me. If I do, well, that’s two years down the drain and then I’ll be a certifiable shit show, so if I don’t make it to the bar and say I want a vodka soda just get me a soda water with some lime. It’ll be disgusting, but, I’ll live.”

Quinn’s brow furrowed at the ornately written seating chart. She knew they’d be sitting at a table with the rest of her family, but she had secretly hoped she would be exiled to the table with a few of her fun cousins instead.

The night seemed to drag on. Cocktail hour surely shouldn’t have taken this long, but maybe it was going by quicker for the few of them who were on their way to being drunk.

“Oh good, at least the rolls are good,” Quinn tore into it, as her sister chuckled.

“Well, that’s why you carry your weight in your hips, it’s the carbs.”

She swallowed thickly, not seeing Tommy watch her out of the corner of his eye as she sat the roll on the side of the plate and picked through the salad.

“That wasn’t necessary,” he said quietly enough so only Monica and Quinn heard, but it was enough to ignite a fire.

Monica was always ready for an argument.

“Excuse me?”

He cleared his throat, setting down the silverware, tongue tracing the inside of teeth slightly tainted with nicotine.

Quinn watched as he turned his head like a cobra getting ready to strike, eyes glancing up to choose words carefully before speaking, “if you have your own insecurities, you don’t need to take them out on—“

“All I mean is, if you would have met her before, when she was working at the bar, she was going to the gym five days a week and wouldn’t touch anything that wasn’t a salad.”

“Well, I’m not really sure this is the time or place—“

“Don’t waste your breath, Tommy.” Quinn shook her head, giving his arm a firm pat, “Will you get me a drink?”

“Yes.” He sighed, smoothing a stray piece of hair before planting a kiss to her temple as he stood, “What would you like, love?”

“Just a vodka soda.” She smiled at the rehearsed words, the gesture of touch sent her stomach fluttering.

He nodded, smoothing his hand along her shoulders, already being able to see the toll the conversation was taking on her mentally.

Monica had her lips pursed as he walked away from the table. “So, I know mom won’t ask but I’m sure she’s dying to know, how old is he?”

Quinn hated that she was the baby of the family. Not that there was a huge age difference because all of her and her sisters had been born in rapid succession over 6 years, with a set of twins and a different set of Irish twins born smack dab in the middle of them all, which made Tommy still older than her oldest sister, “Thirty-two.”

“Oh. Wow. Is it money, or what? It’s money, isn’t it. Not that he’s bad looking…” She could have swatted her sister as she tracked Tommy through the crowd over her shoulder.

Quinn shook her head, “No, I’m not for want,” she tried to find some true words to say about the situation, “we just hit it off when we met, and here we are. Besides, I think everyone forgets that dad is six years older than mom. Tommy won’t be thirty-three until December.”

Not the entire truth, not a lie either.

He returned after a strangely long period of time with said soda water and a whiskey for himself, and Quinn was surprised when Monica decided to be rather amicable in her line of questioning.

“So, Tommy, I don’t know if I’ve missed it or if no one has asked, but what is it you do?”

He gave a small smile as the plates were cleared, “My family owns several different businesses in different sectors: Construction. A few restaurants. Two bars. Storage units and skip rental are surprisingly profitable with little to no overhead, respectively. The largest deals with cargo, overseas shipping and logistics, as well as FTL and LTL freight.”

Quinn watched her sister’s eyes grow wider as he continued to talk, trying not to laugh at her for previously mistaking him for some kind of idiot, “Two years ago we purchased USF Holland, however they only have stations in the Midwest. Recently, we bought out Old Dominion Freight Lines. Before the acquisition they had stations all across the United States from Mexico to Canada. It seemed to be the next logical step, why worry about the competition?”

Monica only nodded.

He continued, and Quinn realized that he was truly trying to rub it in as best as he could for the attitude she had just tried to pull with him, his hand returning to the spot on Quinn’s knee as he spoke, “I figured the timing was good, with coming here, I might as well drop by the main office in Holland on Monday and pay them a visit.”

“You should talk to our dad and see if he can get you in contact with the shipping manager at his work, they’ve—“

“Monnie,” Quinn quirked a brow, but her sister didn’t relent in dispersing information that, given the situation, should have been coming from Quinn. Tommy gave her knee a gentle squeeze, but all it really accomplished was causing her to feel even more flustered than she already was.

“They,” she continued, again, as if trying to be the one with the upper hand, interrupting her sister, as she turned her attention back to Tommy, “have been having issues with the logistics company they contract through, they’ve been short on drivers, and sometimes they just don’t show up.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Was she under the impression that, despite them staying with Quinn’s parents the whole time, that they hadn’t spoken?

Quinn, for what felt like the first time that night, let her eyes scan the room, full with people, some she knew, family and close family friends, and most she didn’t.

“Well,” she smiled, before the sigh she was holding back escaped her, respite music playing in the background as tables continued to be cleared silently by well dressed wait staff, “we should go socialize.”

Tommy nodded once in agreement. She noted the unfinished glass he left on the table as they stood, his hand finding the small of her back although she led the way.

“I think it’s a shame that even the better bar package considers a good whiskey to be Jack Daniels; the Vodka is Tito’s and the Gin is Bombay, but then they use Jack.” She shook her head, gesturing with her hand as she spoke, as if putting each one on display in her head.

She saw him give a half smile out of the corner of her eye, “I’ll live, eh?”

“I suppose so.”

By the time they worked their way through their fair share of people, repeating the same made up story over and over that they had made sure was airtight, Tommy could sense Quinn’s agitation as they got stuck talking to her uncle, a white haired man she introduced as Frank, who seemed unrelenting in his questioning as to why Quinn hadn’t continued working at the MoMA.

“Uncle Frank, trust me,” she shifted her weight, slipping her foot in and out of the shoe, as she surveyed the room, “the benefits package was mediocre at best, the hours they wanted me to work were terrible, and I make more now then I would have ever dreamed of working my way up to there.”

“Quinn, the MoMA is a well known and respected place—“

“And with all due respect, I feel I’m doing better for myself now that I ever would have if I stayed there.”

Her words seemed to silence him and it seemed like the perfect time to offer the only reasonable escape he could think of as the music switched.

The quiet drumming preceded words, bringing along with it a memory of a dreary day spent trapped in the little council house on Watery Lane as Polly, Ada, and their Anna adamantly decorated for Christmas, the small selection of decor having come from the charity shop.

Tommy only knew because he had been the oldest one home. Polly never would have let the kids know that, always doing her best to not make them feel like they were poor, that they were less than.

Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars…

“C’mon,” bare knuckles drug along her spine brought Quinn back to reality from the tirade she could have went on, he mind drifting to her fathers reminder about liquidating and purchasing something worthwhile, “let’s dance.”

Her eyes widened as she registered the words, a deep breath settling the churning of her stomach, knowing she didn’t have a way out of it.

“Okay.” A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she nodded.

Her mother was going to shit a brick. No one ever got her to dance. Not at the last 5 weddings she’d had to attend.

Of course, Emily had decided to go overkill with the whole thing and they had a live band.

In other words

Hold my hand…

“I told you I’m not good at this,” she whispered, one of her hands taken with his while the other came to rest on his shoulder.

“There’s nothing to be bad at, love,” he had to resist each time it crossed his mind reaching down and grabbing her ass, resist pulling her any closer than she already was as his fingers pressed into the bare skin of her lower back, the action itself sending a shiver along her skin and straight into her gut, “I lead and you follow.”

She did as he suggested. “My Opa taught me to dance to Sinatra in his living room when I was a kid.”

“Your mom told me.”

She shook her head, a small roll of her eyes at the open endedness of his statement, but he could tell from the smile playing at the corner of her lips that she wasn’t too angry about it.

The silence between the two of them was welcome after the constant conversation from the rest of the night.

“Smoke?” She questioned as the song quit, itching to get a breath of fresh air.

The irony.

For a second, he met eyes with Gerard across the room, trying to imagine if there was a hole nearby he could dig deep enough to bury him in.

The river down the road was running a close second for a good spot for him.

Tommy didn’t like the look of him, and that was putting it simply. The way he watched them across the room like a predator tracking it’s prey put him on edge.

“Come on, Quinn. I just got you out here.”

“One. One more. Then I’m done.”

Her heels clicked across the marble floor of the entryway before they exited into the crisp night air, traffic filled the road and people mingled on the sidewalk.

Some of the passerby’s she recognized and some she didn’t.

“Here.” he shrugged off the suit jacket before draping it over her shoulders, her painted nails fishing inside the breast pocket until she pulled out the pack of cigarettes she had made him carry for her earlier.

She offered the pack, handing it off to him before cramming her arms through the jacket sleeves with a chuckle, reveling in the warmth held in the fabric.

“Thanks.”

Tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear, she blocked the wind as Tommy lit the cigarette for her.

“You’re a fine dancer.”

“Only fine?” She laughed from the spot she had taken up, leaning against the brick of the building.

He hummed, the cigarette dangling between his lips as his eyes scanned her face before he offered her a hand.

“No music,” she commented, taking the cigarette with her left hand as she placed her now free hand in his.

“You just have to imagine it,” he smiled, the sarcasm of his comment making Quinn shake her head.

She followed as he led, before breaking down into a fit of giggles, head thrown back before she spoke, “I’m sorry, we probably just look like two idiots out here.”

“Fuck ‘em,” he quipped, enjoying the sound of her laugh as he exhaled the cloud of smoke, taking wide steps, turning them in a quick circle as she relaxed against him.

“Okay, okay, no more spins or I’m going to hurl.”

Burying herself against his chest, fitting herself under his chin just so, she relaxed for what felt like the first time all day.

Smoke rolled from between her fingers before she took another drag of the cigarette.

“We’ve almost survived it,” she whispered, a contented sigh escaping her.

Tommy chucked the cigarette butt on the ground before extinguishing it with the sole of his shoe as Quinn shivered.

“We can go back in,” he offered, breath warm against her ear as he spoke, “no reason to freeze out here.”

Quinn nodded, shrugging out of the jacket as they walked back through the doors. Tommy draped it over his arm, letting her pull him along once she laced their fingers together.

“I don’t think this is the way,” Tommy objected.

Quinn hummed, not saying anything, until she found one of the cream white doors without a room number, instead a plaque reading staff was affixed to the door.

She opened the door, leaning inside to make sure it was unoccupied, before pulling Tommy in behind her and closing the door, leaving them in total darkness.

He knew at the beginning of the night that slit in her dress would be the death of him. Her lips were soft and her fingers were in his hair so fast, long nails gently raking through the shortest part of his hair, light enough to not leave a mark.

“Quinn,” her own name was warm against her skin as his lips moved along the column of her throat to her collar bone, hands firmly grasping her hips as she moved to wrap one leg around his waist.

“We’re not doing this in a fucking linen closet, yeah?” Even though he phrased it as a question, she knew it wasn’t. She could feel the wire racking pushed in to her back as she moved, trying to find some sort of friction to satiate the need that radiated from deep in her stomach.

His fingers gently brushed along the leg that was around his waist, a groan passing between her lips as Tommy recaptured them once again, and the fabric of the skirt of the dress falling to the side as he did so.

She was thankful for the dark hiding the flush of her neck and face, feeling the heat creeping through her body, as the hand that was wandering seemed to finally reach its destination, grabbing her ass rather roughly as her stomach trembled, the pads of his fingers massaging gently at her hip.

“You've been walking around all night with no panties on, haven’t you?”

She shrugged, a grin softly gracing her lips as she bit her bottom lip, “The back of the dress was cut too low and I didn’t feel like buying anything once I realized.”

Tommy caught the mischievous glint in her eye as she gently relocated his hand between her thighs.

With her vision adjusted she could see his eyes roll in their sockets as his head fell back, a quiet “fuck” passing between his lips.

The tiniest set of metal beads was the first thing he felt, warm from the heat that radiated from her skin, taking a second to think.

No, that’s new.

“C’mon, then,” Tommy had her over his shoulder and out the door before she had a chance to protest.

“Thomas Michael! Put me down!” From the squeal and laugh she let out as she settled over his shoulder, he could tell she wasn’t upset about it.

Smoothing the fabric of her dress so it covered her, he was dead set on avoiding her request. She was short and light enough to carry. Maybe once they got to the elevator—

“Hey!” Music could still be heard coming from the ballroom but Erica was louder, hands cupped to magnify her voice, short blonde curls bouncing, as she struggled to hold her beer and get their attention at the same time.

Quinn smiled as she looked up, throwing the loose pieces of hair out of her face, to see her sister waving them down, “Come catch these flowers you little fucking nympho! Then you can go upstairs and keep fucking!”

Tommy thought there weren’t too many things that would make him turn red, but they almost talked as terribly as John and Arthur.

“Want down?” She had her elbows resting in the middle of his shoulders, bare feet outstretched to keep her balance while Tommy carried her shoes, and his jacket, turning to walk in the direction that her sister yelled from.

“Nah,” she shrugged, “not yet.”

The music had switched, bass thudding, Quinn hadn’t heard the words until they got closer. The band had packed up and there was music being played by a DJ now that the older members of their family had retired to their rooms.

“Okay, okay,” she drummed her hands between his shoulder blades, “put me down!”

Before he could say anything she took off running, handfuls of her dress pulled tight to not trip, and Tommy settled for standing in the doorway holding her shoes. She either knew the song or the younger girl that she spun in a circle, laughing between the two of them as she did so.

There was talking over a microphone, but in truth, Tommy, between watching Quinn and the rest of the excitement, didn’t tune into exactly what was being said, or much of his surroundings except some loud whistles and prodding from one of her sisters, until she was about a foot away from him.

“Okay, let’s go.” Quinn beamed, skin flushed, before rounding the corner into the hall, twirling the bouquet between her fingers and wrapping her arm around his waist.

“What are those?” He asked, nodding to the flowers as she swung them back and forth as they waited for the elevator.

Quinn smiled, fingers finding the back of her neck awkwardly as the bell dinged, “Uh, if you catch the bouquet, supposedly, you're the next one getting married, but I think I’ve always been the one to catch it so clearly that doesn’t work.”

He wondered for a moment if anyone would notice the elevator being out of service, but by the time the thought fully formed, the doors were already opening to their floor.

Quinn knew they had purposely put them at the end of the hall, no one across from them or next to them for their own fucked up form of privacy so no one would be banging on the wall to get them to be quiet.

Once the door shut behind them Quinn’s fingers wrapped into the lapels of his jacket, back pressed against the door before she had time to think.

A small moan escaped her as his mouth found its way back to the column of her throat. She once again smelled like the orange blossom and vanilla with something floral, warm and unidentifiable, in the mix.

“Wait,” the word came out breathlessly as Tommy pulled back to look at her, icy eyes alight with some kind of fire as he searched her face for the reason for her protest.

Quinn continued to thread her fingers slowly though the longest part of his hair, a small smile playing at the corners of her darkened lips, “Do you have a condom?”

“No,” Tommy smiled, tongue ghosting across his lower lip as his hands continued to knead at the exposed flesh of her lower back, foreheads pressed together, “didn’t anticipate it going like this.”

Quinn smiled, a real one until her cheeks hurt, biting her tongue for a moment as she loosened his tie, fingers ghosting over the shirt buttons, “So, you went to all this trouble, what, just because?”

“Mhmm.” He admitted, thumb gently stroking along her cheek as he spoke, “Because you asked.”

Quinn ran her tongue along the inside of her lip fiddling with the gold post as she thought, heart hammering in her chest.

“Do you have…” she looked away, eyes shifting, as she tried to find the politest way to word her question, “anything?”

The way her nose scrunched gave Tommy enough context to figure out what she was asking.

He blinked, slowly, hands roaming her hips as she pulled herself away from the door, forcing his feet to move backwards as she did.

“The whole truth?”

“I do know where you live,” she quipped, “I’ll hunt you down if you make me.”

“Chlamydia. Once. About 15 years ago.” He paused, reaching for the tie on her dress that he fixed hours ago, knowing it was knotted just right that it would be undone in one fell swoop, “You?”

“No,” she shook her head, pulling the knot of his tie until it was loose fabric in her hands, “nothing, never.”

The fabric slid from her shoulders easily with his light guidance, pooling around her waist. She stepped out of it, thankful her shoes were already gone or she would have felt rather foolish.

“Did it hurt?” He questioned, the glint of the metal catching the small amount of light in the room as she worked through the last of the buttons on the dress shirt, sat on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah,” she chuckled, hesitating for a moment with fingers tucked into the waist of his pants, “they put a needle through one of the most sensitive parts of my body. Of course it hurt. But the way it feels now made it well fucking worth it.”

She smiled as she watched his eyes flare up, pupils dilating with arousal as she continued on with declothing him, fingers gently moving as she cupped the bulge in his trousers.

She felt so stupid, the word nervous was an understatement. Fully fucking naked and still trying to get him undressed.

It’s like riding a bike, Quinn. You can do this.

Apparently he wasn’t too unperturbed by her lack of hurry, grip firm but gentle all at once on the back of her neck to bring her closer once again, bending to close the space so their lips could meet.

He undid the belt, between her nails and being flustered it had been giving her the most issues, pulling off the top layers and tossing them aside as she finally managed to free his aching cock from his slacks and boxers in one pull, springing back against his stomach once freed, not taking the time to push the rest of the garments down his legs before wrapping a hand gently around him.

“You don’t have to.”

Quinn leaned into the feeling of his hand on her throat, a smile played at the corner of her lips before she took him in her mouth.

“Hmm,” she let her tongue circle the head, purple and filled with blood, before working him down into her throat.

“Fuck,” Quinn heard his whisper as his fingers worked into the hair at the nape of her neck.

She moaned with her mouth full of him, slowly pushing him to and from the back of her throat, dragging her nails down his thigh, her other hand stroking at the the parts of him that wouldn’t fit in her mouth, brushing against the shortly trimmed dark hair, as he reached to palm her breast, the only part of her, Tommy was surprised to see, that still was unmarked by any permanent markings.

She sighed as she came up for air, thumb rubbing over his tip to play with the drop of precum that glistened in the low light. She swiped away the string of saliva that strung between them, a small yelp escaping when he lay her back on the bed with a gentle push, as he discarded the final pieces of clothing in the pile with the rest.

Quinn situated herself on the pillows, as she pulled out hairpins and ties and tossed them haphazardly on the floor as Tommy’s hand found her hip, his other hand rested against the shell of her ear, as he turned her to look up at him.

She placed her hand on his chest, looking up at him through her lashes, trying to read his expression, as Tommy kissed from her temple to her jaw, gently sucking at the spot behind her ear, a shiver running through her.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” she kept her eyes closed as he whispered the words in her ear, resisting shaking her head at the compliment.

She chuckled as a smile pulled at her mouth, turning him so she could deepen an actual kiss as the hand that wasn’t supporting his weight slipped between her parted thighs.

“Fuck,” she sighed, surprised by the gasp that left her own mouth as he slipped two fingers in her, to gather the wet that had accumulated and slowly circled the sensitive, waiting, bundle of nerves.

That alone had her ready to explode. Quinn tried to focus on anything but how blissed out she already felt, how cool the sheets felt, how dry her mouth was, anything, the fan of the air conditioner running almost had her distracted, but eventually she came back to the heat of every spot where his body touched hers, which was exactly the opposite of a distraction that would keep her from being finished in however many seconds it had been of him touching her.

His mouth had worked over her neck and collar bone, her back arching as Tommy pulled a swollen nipple between his lips, his fingers slipping back inside her, this time the pressure filled her completely before he stopped.

“What?” Quinn asked, breathless, as she opened her eyes fully, the reality of the situation hitting her like a ton of bricks, that they were actually doing this, and she noted the way his movement stalled as his brows drew together in confusion.

“What is that?” He moved his fingers, pushing on the clear jelly band situated inside her.

“Oh, shit. That’s my birth control…thing. It just stays in there. Don’t pull it out.”

“Will it get stuck?”

She rolled her eyes slowly as she thought, not wanting to admit that she hadn’t actually had sex in the last two years since switching to it from the pill.

I’ve never had a dildo pull it out but none of them are that big either.

“Not sure. Guess we’ll find out.”

Her breath quickened the lower his mouth traveled along her body, kissing and nipping and sucking at the skin as he did, before the warm heat of his mouth enveloped her clit.

Quinn, in the midst of struggling to put together a coherent string of words through the noises that left her mouth, let alone a thought, realized there was something daunting but also gratifying about seeing him nestled between her thighs, the work of her own hands emblazoned on his back fully on display.

“Fuck, Tommy,” her mouth was slack, brows pulled together in what he could only assume was excitement, when he finally let their eyes meet, giving her thigh a firm squeeze as her nimble fingers wrapped into his hair once again, tight, pulling, almost guiding him, the pitch of her voice higher than he was used to, “fuck, yes, right there.”

Through the cloudiness in her brain she realized it was the sinfully wet sounds each time his fingers filled her that was going to be the final thing to push her over the edge.

“Please,” she begged, hips lifting to try and gain more friction before being halted by Tommy’s free hand on her hip holding her tight.

“Please, what, love?” He drawled, lips traveling the inside of her thigh while waiting for an answer, all motion halted with two fingers still buried in her sopping cunt.

Her head was buried back in the pillows, adorned skin glowing on white sheets, pink nipples standing at attention from her own assault of them.

“You look like,” the words were a whisper, the hoarseness of his voice a contrast to gentle kisses pressed along her stomach. Quinn, for a second, thought about pushing him away as a sudden shyness came over her, “a fucking Corradini sculpture.”

Her laugh was caught in her throat with the angle she was laying. “There’s nothing close to fucking modest about this.”

In truth, she didn’t care. The sensation of being touched by another person was almost too much.

She rolled her hips enough to make the fullness from his fingers reach back and graze the white hot nub deep inside her.

“I think…” she choked out the words as his rhythm picked up, “you forgot what you were doing.”

He felt her tense as her toes curled, foot pressed into his back, her moans and breathless pants spurring him on further as he looked to see her eyes were screwed shut, back arched off of the bed and fingers tight in his hair as he continued to circle the tight bundle of nerves with his tongue, making sure to pay special attention to the metal ends of the bar each time he encountered them.

It didn’t take much longer before she came undone around his fingers, grasping at the blanket as she rocked her hips, silent swears and sweet moans passed breathlessly between her lips.

Quinn let out a shuddering breath as he left her empty, her own wet coating her thighs as her heavy lidded eyes met his and she broke out in a grin.

She tried to control the tremble in her hand as she cupped his jaw, pulling him close enough to taste herself.

She huffed as he broke away.

“Are you sure?”

“About?” Her brows drew together as she questioned him, the watering of her eyes leaving her makeup running a tad.

Tommy decided she looked good being a flustered mess.

“Not using anything. I can—“

“Ninety-four percent. That’s the efficacy percentage of my birth control. So, I’m that sure.”

Tommy swallowed, he had gambled with worse odds, but he knew the consequence of that last six percent all too well. He had a suspicion that there would be no pulling out once he felt her heat around him.

She sensed the hesitation, “So that’s a yes. Yes I’m sure, Tommy.”

He flipped them over, and Quinn let out a playful shriek as he pulled her astride his lap, slipping her free hand between them to line him up with her entrance, unsteady legs relaxing to let him inside her.

“Fuck, stop, hold on,” she steadied herself with a firm grip on his shoulder as she reached to unstick the part of herself that was folded up in, “sorry, stuck.”

“No sorries, eh?” His hands roamed her skin, fingertips resting in the dimples on her back , “Just tell me what you need, darling.”

Quinn felt her stomach flip, his gentle reassurance catching her off guard, but the only response she could muster was a quick nod as her fingers worked her way back into his hair, mouth falling open as he thrusted up in to her.

“Fuck, Tommy,” he tried to hold back, letting her set the pace as she took back control of the situation, shadows and pale skin dancing together in the moonlight thay crept through the crack in the curtains.

She rested her cheek on top of his head, a series of quiet moans falling into his ear as his hands found her hips, helping her, holding her, guiding her as she worked herself on and off of him.

The visual alone as Tommy watched himself disappear inside of her, what he could see through the small gap that her breasts allowed, the way her body moved, stomach trembling as she took his length fully was enough to send him over the edge, but the sensation of of her plush heat growing tight around him was making it difficult to keep his composure, difficult to not throw her down and fuck her senseless.

“Yes, Tommy, fuck. Right there, yes, yes, yes. Shit.” The change in her voice between each of the words caught him off guard, but he could tell from how incoherent everything was becoming that she was close.

“Fuck,” Tommy spoke the words gently against her skin, “so fucking wet, Quinn. Feels so fucking good.”

“Shit,” Quinn swallowed hard as she buried her face in his neck, “Fuck, yes, don’t fucking…” she sighed as she tried to talk, the words intermixed with moans and gasps as she tilted her hips, the change in angle being just enough for him to hit the white hot spot inside her, making her gasp, the combination of her clit being stimulated as she filled herself with him over and over was making it hard for her to keep a grip on reality.

“Don’t, fuck, don’t stop talking; tell me what you want.” She finally choked out what she had been trying to say for what felt like forever, hips aching as she could almost taste how close she was to finishing, while at the same time trying to push the feeling away for as long as possible, to enjoy it as long as she could.

“I want you to stop fighting it,” Tommy whispered, hand finding the back of her neck, fingers in her hair, turning her so she had to look at him, “I want to feel you.”

Quinn had tried to tell herself that she was not going to allow herself to kiss him when she finished. Something about it was too personal (as if him being buried deep inside of her wasn’t), but she gave in when the moment happened, everything inside her giving up, burning every ounce of resolve she had built up to the ground.

She felt clumsy about it as she did, unsteady as their lips met, the hold he had on her hair tightened and she was surprised when she felt the pressure of him swelling before he spilled inside her, because if she hadn’t had finished already that alone would have ended her.

“Can you get me a towel?” She was trying to not laugh at the predicament they were in. There was going to be a mess regardless.

But he returned quicker than she expected, and she crammed the white towel between her legs quickly, trying to make her aching legs transport her somewhat elegantly to the bathroom.

She washed up as best as she could without getting in the shower, and debated taking one of the robes off the door, but she made a dash for the covers instead, surprised when Tommy adjusted to let her curl against his chest, warm from the cold air outside the blankets.

Quinn hummed contentedly as she continued to thread her fingers through the hair on his chest, the action alone being enough to start to rile her back up as she squirmed closer, the smile on her face buried against his chest as she basked in the weightless feeling running through her body.

“So…” she shifted under the blanket, pushing herself up on her elbows so she could see his face, pale freckles and dark lashes, as his eyes shifted to meet hers, “again?”

She couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled her back down against him, arms around her tight, “Gimme a bit, Quinn. I’m not young anymore, eh?”

“Oh, shut up.”

Yay! I assume I’ll have a fair amount of hollering once y’all read this, but let me know good or bad what you think!