#ceotommy
Pairing:modern!Thomas Shelby x modern!OC
Warning:Strong Language, Graphic Depictions Of Violence & Smut
Words: 3.5 k
[A/N]:another drabble doneee. I took a lil spin on it though, it’s cute thoooo…i think
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Thomas ran his cold hand over his face, rubbing his temple with the tips of his fingers, trying to calm his nerves. His whiskey glass almost empty after such a short amount of time since he filled it. The desk was covered with paperwork but all he could think of is how Finn pissed him off and used his trust, just to get under some skirts of random American college girls. His brother did not prevent him in any way, yet Thomas was not angry at Arthur, just at Finn. He did not know if he could ever become a father, knowing he could react like that.
Finn was caught spending his college days smoking weed and fucking girls instead of attending his classes and focusing on his education. Thomas being the closest Finn could have to a father figure reacted like a father figure. He dragged his ass out of his dorms and grounded the hell out of him. However, Thomas feared it would be pointless and nothing could change that lazy ass of a brother.
Cursing under his breath, he chugged down everything that was left of the drink and tried his best to focus on his work, but he was soon cut off by a knock on his door. Not giving a fuck who it could be, he did not bother looking up. Much to Isabelle’s bad luck since she was the one who knocked. Carrying a take-out bag with food that was supposed to be Thomas’ lunch.
She knew that he probably overthought everything too much to have any time or will to remember to eat. Therefore, being the lovely girlfriend, she is, she decided to end his suffering or at least the suffering of his stomach and get him something warm. However, once she saw the state of his desk, she knew that food would not be enough to calm him down.
“The cute one’s here.” she chuckled, closing the door behind her and making her way to his desk.
Thomas’ eyes moved away from a contract, up to his girlfriend. She looked sensational in the matching blazer and skirt, her long legs completely nude, almost perfectly matching her nude heels. He pushed his chair away from his desk, and leaned back, staring at, checking her out from head to toe as she walked up to him.
Prompting herself on his lap, with her legs hanging on one of his sides, she rested the food on her lap. Isabelle removed the glass from his hand and placed it aside, before she leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips: “hey there, grumpy cat.” she spoke against his lips, earning a groan out of him as he kissed her once more.
“I guess you’ve heard.” she nodded her head and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Ada, I presume.” she nodded once more and eared an eye-roll.
“Oh don’t be like that, someone had to tell me, since my boyfriend would rather sulk with whiskey in his hand than tell me.” she could smell the alcohol on him, and she knew that the glass she removed from him was surely not his first, “That explains also why you did not reply to any of my calls yesterday.”
“I don’t know how my mother managed that boy,” he sighed, running his hand over his eyes, “wonder what she would do in this situation…”
“Do you miss her?” Isabelle asked, her fingers running softly over the back of his neck.
“Sometimes, whenever I have to take care of my siblings…whenever I see a child…” he stared straight ahead and not at Isabelle.
“How was she?”
“Comforting. She always knew what to say to cheer you up. But also a drunk head that never knew when to stop. She ended up going mad, probably because my father was a piece of shit that beat her.” Thomas scoffed, “if it wasn’t for him…”
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Isabelle stared at him with a worried look, genuinely curious about his history. She wanted him to open up to her.
He looked at her for a moment, searching for a hint of potential betrayal in them, but all he found was a bit fear and honest desire to know more. However, he was not ready to share such things yet and quickly changed the subject: “Fucking teenagers. He is so tedious, almost like you are.” Isabelle gasped and slapped his chest.
“I am not.” she kept her mouth open in shock. Instead of apologising he just laughed, and she raised her hand, ready to slap him once more.
“Yeah, more like bad-tempered, snappy and arrogant.”
Her mouth was widely opened as she heard him say that with a grin on his face: “well then, your arrogant EX-girlfriend got you some lunch so you don’t die from being such a dick, but she and the food will go find someone who will honour her favours.” she let out an insulted breath and got up, taking the food with her. But Thomas just rolled his eyes and grinned, pulling the brown-haired goddess back onto his lap, together with the food.
“Since I am apparently single now, my ex surely won’t mind I do this.” he cupped her jaw and pressed a long passionate kiss on her nude lips.
Raising her eyebrow as soon as he pulled away, she scoffed and rated his kiss: “Yeah, eh…I had better.” she looked away acting as if she was unimpressed.
“Oh, yeah?” Thomas raised his eyebrows playfully
“Yep.” she popped the letter p.
Thomas chuckled, pulling her into another kiss, this one much more sensual. His fingers slid between her locks, head tilting to the side to deepen the kiss. But as soon as she let out a small moan, he pulled away: “How’s that for better?”
Isabelle bit her lower lip, tugging on it slightly until it snapped back to its original position: “Much.”
“What did my not arrogant girlfriend get me for lunch?” he slid his hand down her back to her ass, fitting perfectly on the mound of her butt. He looked at her lap and at the bag on her lap.
Isabelle pouted at his teasing. He knew how to easily ruin any sexual mood they had going on, but only once he turned her on to the point where it frustrated her. Sighing, she gave up on any fun they could have and focused on feeding her boyfriend: “Hopefully the best thing you will have eaten in New York.”
Thomas was frankly interested in what magic she had in that bag. But as soon as she opened it, he could not hold back and let out a laugh. She bought him Cottage pie with a side of vegetables.
“Why are you laughing?” she whined, slapping his chest again, “we haven’t been dating for long and I actually do not know what foods you like or dislike…so I couldn’t really go out and get you your favourite. But since you’re British, I thought you’d like something British.” she took the container out of the bag, together with the cutlery, “the woman said it’s basically made up of minced beef with vegetables and gravy topped with mashed potatoes.”
“Cottage pie, love.” he adored staring at her face when she was confused, her nose frowning up together with the skin between her eyebrows, her lips pouting and her eyes focusing on the thing she did not understand.
“Yes! That’s it. Some kind of pie.” she nodded quickly, “though I am used to having pie as dessert, not as the main course.”
“Don’t worry, love. Once you come to Birmingham, you can try all the savoury pies you can imagine.” Even if it was probably just a joke, to even hear him considering taking her to the UK, caught her off-guard. Despite its comedic elements, the surprise in her face was clear only for a second, before returning back to its natural position. Thomas placed the container on top of his desk, once he moved all his paperwork aside. He took the fork and knife from her hands and tried the food. It was almost as good as the ones they made back home, yet it tasted better than any he had before, but not because of its flavour, but because the person who got it was Isabelle.
“Sorry if you don’t like it. I can bring you something else if you’d like. My lunch break is not over yet.” she looked at him while he was eating. But her statement made him return to his previous position.
He cupped her face once more and placed a sweet, gravy-flavoured kiss on her lips: “I love Cottage pie, almost as much as I like Sheppard’s pie. It’s the same thing just with lamb instead of beef.”
Isabelle grinned once she realised, he liked it: “Good to know.”
After a few more bites he leaned back and stared at her without saying a word. “What? Don’t stop on my account, I had my lunch already.” That was all it took, and his lips melted over hers, slowly moving in rhythm and thumbs rubbing circles on her thighs. It caught Isabelle off guard. When it comes to Thomas it’s often hard to tell what he is thinking at the moment. Sometimes she wondered what was going on in that genius head of his. How he jumped from Cottage pie to making out with her. Who knows, maybe Cottage pie turns him on?
Their lips moved in unison and she swept her tongue over his lips, asking for entrance when he obliged and smirked, she only slid her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. After some heated moments with their tongues fighting for dominance, they had to pull away to catch their breath. Isabelle wanted to go straight in for another kiss but was stopped by Thomas’ words: “Thank you.”
“If this is the thanks I get whenever I buy you food, I might come more often.” she gave him a half-suppressed laugh.
“No. Thank you for giving this a chance.” the back of his fingers softly slid over her cheek and she leaned into his touch right away. Now it was her turn to initiate a kiss. Grabbing onto the collar of his blazer, she pulled him in, pressing her lips against him but also using him for the balance so she could raise her lower body and straddle him. He groaned. His hands were sliding up her thigh, under her skirt, as well as under her shirt at her lower back. Isabelle moaned against his lips, grinding her clothed core over his own. Her fingers threaded through his soft, dark locks of hair and tugged, breath becoming more ragged by the second. His hand reached her underwear, squeeze her covered butt. She gasped, fingers tangling themselves deeper within his locks before finally releasing them to tug on the buttons of his shirt. Her nimble fingers toyed with the buttons, struggling to get them undone. As she was so close to undoing all of them, they heard a knock on the door and without any other warning, Finn came walking inside.
“Tommy, I came to-” he stopped in the middle of his track as he realised in what he just walked into. Thomas had no wish to fix himself or pretend like it did not happen. Instead, he just kept his hands where they were, leaned back against his seat and stared at his brother, while Isabelle hid in his chest. Unlike Thomas, she normally was not a fan of being caught doing something inappropriate. Once again, a Shelby brother walked in on them.
“-apologise, but it seems like you’re busy right now…so…I…will just come by later…” and with that Finn left as quickly as he came.
“Should have locked the door, love.” he pulled his hand out of her skirt and slapped her ass playfully.
“Mmm…not my fault your brothers always bust in like that.” she sat up straight on his lap, teasingly rolling her hips against him, as payback for putting her in such a situation. However, once she heard a groan escaping his lips, she began fixing his buttons.
“Guess no hot office sex today.”
Isabelle chuckled as she got up and fixed herself, to look presentable. “Maybe next time, when I bring Sheppard’s pie.” she leaned in and pecked his lips, before taking her bag and winking at him, “eat up grumpy cat.”
And with that, she left him by himself in his office, with a growing problem in his pants and an empty stomach, yet he did not feel like eating pie anymore. The thing he wanted to eat just walked out on him.
He needed a cigarette real bad.
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Pairing:modern!Thomas Shelby x modern!OC
Warning:Strong Language, Graphic Depictions Of Violence & Smut
Words: 3.5 k
[A/N]:Merry Christmaaaas peeeeps~ it’s literally midnight where I live so it’s officially xmas. I promised to post like a lil xmas thingy, cause I got a request to do so. This is like the opening to the xmas thingy and I will elaborate and deepen it in the next chapter
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A gentle smile appeared on his face and he asked: “come celebrate Christmas with me and my family in Birmingham.”
“Woah woah woah,” Isabelle pulled away from his gentle hold just enough so there was space between their heads on the pillows. Her eyes were searching for the joking core of his statement in his eyes, but all they found was genuineness, “you can’t be serious.”
“Am I laughing?” his gruff after sex voice replied to her statement.
Isabelle let out a shaky breath: “Thomas, I know the sex was great, but I surely did not fuck your common sense out.”
Thomas breathed deeply out of his nose and grabbed onto her waist again, dragging her chest back to his. He rolled onto his back and rolled her with him, allowing her to rest on top of his chest. Her hands were pressed against his naked chest, making sure her face still hovered over his with an intrigued frown between her eyes.
“You didn’t fuck my common sense out, love, maybe some other time. My mind’s clearer than ever right now. And I know I want you this Christmas with me.” his hands gently drew circles over her waist.
“Thomas, we’ve been together for only a few days. Don’t you think it’s too early for family visits and celebrating holidays together?”
“I know your relationship with Gina and her family isn’t the best and you clearly do not plan on spending time with them longer than necessary. I don’t want you to spend the holidays by yourself, drowning your sorrows in booze.”
“Let me get this straight, you want me to celebrate Christmas with you…in Birmingham?” her doubt was clear.
“I don’t want to stay abroad for weeks without having you by my side. Besides, that might damage this young romance if we do not see each other for so long.” the last part surely was a joke but due to Tommy’s orotund voice, it made it appear like he was deadly serious.
“Thomas, the holidays are still weeks away, we might break up until then.” she joked.
“We won’t.”
“How can you be so sure?” she leaned her chin on her hands resting on his chest.
“Because you wouldn’t risk not spending Christmas in Birmingham. A lot of pies for you to try.” she suddenly busted into laughter, Thomas following her by letting out a chuckle. Her hands moved up to his jaw, feeling the short stubble.
“Mr Shelby you’re overly cocky again.” her nose tenderly poked against his.
“Not cocky, just confident.” he corrected her, “now that we cleared that. Let’s get back to business.” Isabelle tilted her head but her wondering soon ended as Thomas rolled himself on top of her again, hands pinning hers above her head. She broke into giggles as Thomas groaned, his lips attached to her neck.
Their night continued as a steamy mess of flesh clashing, lips melting against each other and a mixture of moans and grunts. That could also describe their time with one another in general. Even weeks after they started dating Isabelle and Thomas were still head over heels for each other. Whenever their schedule allowed it they were together. They were desperate for one another, needy, touchy, but most of all horny like teenagers. Steamy office sex, lustful fucking on every possible surface of their apartments, risky sex in public. They felt like unripe kids, just needy for some relief. But the talks they had afterwards were about things no one else knew about them. She learnt more about Thomas in bed than he could ever tell her in public. His paranoia got the best of him. He never shared facts about his life or his past. Anyone could hear them and use it against him, and by telling Isabelle about it, he not only risked her getting hurt but also getting himself hurt. If she ever turned against him, he would be doomed. It disturbed him that he had to hide so much about himself, but his openness towards Isabelle made chills run down his spine.
But he did not care.
With every passing day, with every conversation he shared with her, Thomas fell more and more for that browned hair woman. She wrapped him around her finger. He would give her anything she wished for. However, she needed none of it. Having money and power for herself meant she needed no expensive gifts or luxurious trips. Her independence, her stubbornness and occasional arrogance intrigued him, pulled him further into her.
Isabelle had to admit that she loved every moment she spent with that mysterious man. She still heard little about his illegal business, anything that had to do with the dangerous parts of his past in Birmingham was a secret. But that was exactly what she needed to find out, due to the unfortunate circumstances in which she found herself.
She somehow hoped Gina would forget about the task she gave Isabelle and just move on with her life once she calmed down. But Gina did not calm down. Instead, she became more radical. Her wish to destroy and end Thomas grew bigger with every day. She was fixated on the idea that Isabelle kills Thomas, to the point that she demanded updates after every date with Thomas.
There was no sense in denying it. Isabelle was scared. On the one hand, scared of Gina and her infatuated mind, and on the other hand, that she would have to kill the person she actually cared about.
And with every day, Christmas came closer. The offices were filled with every possibly Christmas decoration, whereas the number of people working grew lesser and lesser. The weather grew colder outside, and the insides grew warmer, cosier.
Isabelle would not mind spending the holidays with Thomas curled up in some blankets with a cup of warm chocolate…or tea for Thomas. And the more she thought about the idea of leaving for Europe to spend some days away from work, New York and most of Gina. Despite the probable awkwardness of the family visit, being away from the toxic relationship would do Isabelle good.
The time flew and before she knew it, it was time to leave for the UK. It was the day before Christmas Eve and Thomas, together with his cousin Michael, were to leave. Arthur and Ada and everyone else left days ago, in need for a longer resting time and some time to spend with their partners before they would have to handle their whole family. Thomas picked Isabelle up with his SUV and decided they needed no driver anymore. Her excitement could not be contained. Even on their way to the private jet, Isabelle’s smile was never restrained.
That is…until she found out exactly what Gina saw in Thomas’ death.
As they stepped hand in hand out of the SUV, Thomas was greeted by his cousin Michael, whose arm was locked with someone Isabelle knew too well. The dishonest and ignorant face of Gina Claiborne. That wicked wench had a glued smile on her face, her body language giving out positive bubble gum blonde vibes, but her eyes showed her true face. A face Isabelle wished to punch and kill instead. The grip Isabelle had on Thomas’ hand tightened and she felt like she wanted to throw up. Thomas looked at her from the corner of his light blue eyes, noticing straight away something was up with her. After being with her for so long he could see right away if something was not going as planned for her.
She was never a huge fan of aeroplanes, but not to the point where she would die before stepping into one. However, that one time, she wanted to die before having to be in the same aeroplane as Gina and Thomas at the same time. She was more scared of what she would do to him, than what she could ever do to her.
“You alright, love?” Thomas’ deep, raspy voice halted Isabelle’s thoughts. She blinked quickly a few times, before turning her head towards him. His for the most part expressionless face stared at her back, but she knew that inside of those blue eyes was genuine concern.
“Y-yeah, just not the biggest fan of flying.” she threw him an awkward smile, her hands wrapping half-tightly around the strap of her handbag.
Thomas searched for any type of different answer in her eyes, but as soon as he got nothing, he just took her hand away from her purse strap and guided her towards the plane: “don’t worry, I’m here.”
Those words hit her slowly, as he guided her behind him towards the plane entrance. She stared at his back. They were enough to make her forget about the shit she got herself into and made her only focus on him, for at least a few moments.
Once inside the private plane, she sat on an empty seat next to the hallway, so she could, in case of an emergency run into the bathroom, or out of the door, depending on the emergency. With the phone in her hands, she tried to concentrate on other things, such as her business. However, that would be quite the task, considering that her best friend Gina decided to sit on the opposite of Isabelle, only a table parting them from one another.
Gina threw her a smile that perhaps seemed genuine to others, but Isabelle knew that it was fake just like she was. Isabelle stared at her with a stern look, her eyes probably shooting arrows at her. Though that fierce appearance did not last for long, because the Shelby men decided to join the two by sitting across from one another on the window seats.
Unlike Gina, Isabelle did not immediately throw herself around her man, but instead kept her cruel glare pointed at Gina. However, her flight fear still showed in the form of nail clicking and a jumpy leg. Thomas leaned his head against the palm whose elbow was resting against the window frame. He was not interested in the view outside, but rather kept looking at his girlfriend from the corner of his eyes. Not only did he notice the harsh looks, but also the symptoms of her anxiety.
He reached out and gently took her hand, causing her to cease her glares and look at him: “Come here.” he simply ordered and pulled her out of her seat, pointing her to sit on his lap. She threw him a confused look, but he did not give in. Instead, he pointed with his head for her to move. Rolling her eyes, she sat down, her back leaning pointing at the window, while her legs rested on the other side, towards the hallway.
She wanted to throw him a comment about their age and the ridiculousness of sitting on his lap but kept it for herself as soon as he heard him ask: “You ok?” he rested an arm on her waist for support.
Her face was only a few inches away from him and by the tone of his question she knew it was supposed to be a private conversation between them. Isabelle gently placed a hand on his jaw, cupping his face. Throwing him a small smile, she nodded quietly, before leaning her head against his shoulder, inhaling his natural scent, which seemed to calm her down.
Thomas’ other hand rested on her thighs as the one of her back gently stroke over her shirt. After a few moments, she threw a look at Gina who was leaning her head on Michael’s shoulder. Both of them were busy staring at their phones, yet Gina seemed to have noticed Isabelle’s stare and looked at him, throwing her a smirk.
Isabelle frowned at that and turned her head around, hiding completely in Thomas’ shoulder and neck, her hands wrapping around his chest, “I just wanna stay like this.” she whispered against his skin and he got the memo. Holding her close to him, he pointed out that she was safe in his arms and even if he by that probably meant the flight fear, at that moment she felt as if she was same from Gina and her schemes.
Soon enough, Isabelle fell asleep in her boyfriend’s arms. Not only exhausted physically but also mentally. But being wrapped in Thomas’ arms made it all go away. So, for the next few hours, she felt warm and protected from everything and everyone, even if that would not last for much longer.
After a very necessary nap, Isabelle slowly opened her eyes. Everything around her was much darker than she remembered, just a few lights on the floor and the ceiling gave any type of illumination. She looked around, noticing that both Michael and Gina were missing, and the stewardesses were gone as well. It probably meant that everyone went to bed and that it was already late at night.
Isabelle stretched out her limbs, trying to regain any feeling in her muscles. Even if it was comfortable sleeping in her man’s arms, she would still feel it soon enough. Thinking of her man she remembered that she fell asleep sitting on top of him. He probably did not feel his legs since she fell asleep. She spun her head to the side and noticed his resting face, leaning against his seat.
A soft smile appeared on her face as she realized that he did not wake up even if he wanted to sleep, but instead stayed with her, comforting her. She reached out and lightly touched his cheek with the back of her hand, her eyes still looking at him with a mix of guilt and something deeper, something she would have never thought she would feel – love.
“Has no one ever taught you it’s rude to stare?” his husky voice sounded even deeper after being asleep. His eyes still closed, but the corners of his lips pulled up in a small smile as soon as he felt her moving her hand away from his face. He quickly grabbed the escaping hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles. He knew how to be so romantic with the smallest things, mostly when they were alone.
“Sorry for waking you,” she whispered as she straightened her back.
“It’s fine, couldn’t really sleep in this position anyway.” he groaned trying to straighten his own back and keeping his hold on Isabelle at the same time.
“Sorry about that as well…” Isabelle apologised again, her eyes turning away from his gaze, feeling even guiltier.
Thomas frowned. It was not a common thing for her to feel any type of regret or to show such weakness, even if it was with him. It could either mean she is slowly letting her guard down or she is not feeling her best.
He removed his hand from her thighs and cupped her chin instead. Turning her head back to him he stared at her for a bit longer, hoping she would say something, but she just kept avoiding him, until he pressed his lips against hers in the most delicate manner: “you sure you’re ok?”
“I guess the flight is making feel all kinds of ways…” she sighed, her hand reaching out once more to touch his face, over his jaw and his cheeks up to his cheekbones. Her thumb gently grazed over his lower lip, before she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, “can we go to bed, please?”
“Sure, love.” they slowly pulled away from each other and got up from their seat, trying to stay as quiet as possible. Everyone, besides the pilot and co-pilot, was probably asleep or at least napping.
Even if he thought she was avoiding him by wanting to go to bed, she proved him otherwise once she took his hand as soon as they got up. Intertwining their fingers, she looked over her shoulder and threw him a smile, leading him to a bed. Behind the seats on which they were sitting was a barrier and door that led to the bedrooms and bathroom. To no one’s surprise, Gina and Michael took the double bed, to which Isabelle could only roll her eyes. She could not care less though, because all she wanted was to be with Thomas.
Continuing their walk, they moved to the other bed, which was a single bed, probably meant for one person and not a couple, yet they did not mind it. Taking off their shoes they slid under the duvet. Thomas was first and opened his arms for Isabelle to sneak into. She let out a small giggle as she slipped into and he returned it in the form of a smile. Both of them were pretty worn out yet they could not fall asleep so quickly.
“You gonna tell me what is really bothering you?” he asked her, his hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her close enough.
Instead of answering she placed a finger against his lips, to identify that he should not talk. For her answer, she just pointed towards the other bedroom with her eyes and shook her head. Thomas tilted his head a bit and tried to understand why, but the look in her eyes, filled with anger and a hint of fear told him enough.
“Just kiss me,” she whispered as her lips touched his lightly in passing. Her hand held onto his neck, leaning in and pressing her lips fully against his. Closing her eyes, she tried to keep all of her mind filled with Thomas. The kiss was not hungry or horny, but it was needy and sensual. She just needed to feel him. Thomas’ hand moved down her waist to her butt, groping it as he pulled her closer. The hand under his pillow came out of its hiding and nudged her by the shoulder to move on top of him. Her hands moved up to his jaw and cupped it on both sides.
After what felt like minutes, they pulled away, foreheads resting against one another, as small pants left their lips, clearly out of breath: “tell me you’re with me.”
“I’m with you.” his hand slid to cup her cheek as her hands rested on his chest, “always.”
Isabelle smiled at him, pressing her lips once more against his, before finally laying her body completely down. Her head rested on his chest, arms wrapped around him. His fingers combed through her hair, staring at her and the ceiling, until both of them were too tired and finally gave in, falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Approximately an hour away from Birmingham airport, Isabelle slowly awakened from her slumber. Thomas’ back was pressed against her chest, she was spooning him. Instead of being the small spoon she was the big one. Thomas was still asleep and sound, his hand resting underneath his pillow as Isabelle’s hand was wrapped around his torso. She enjoyed seeing him sleeping so effortlessly. She knew about his night terrors, and the lack of sleep he got because of his family and his work. Therefore, she let him sleep as long as he could. Considering how stressful the holiday season is for normal people, it would mean it is going to be ten times worse for Thomas. He needed all the sleep he could get.
For a moment longer she did not pull away from him, instead just stared at his back, wondering if she was making a mistake, coming to the UK with him, opening up to him, if attempting to talk to him that night he arrived in New York. She was contemplating her decisions. If it would be possible to tell him the truth without him killing her or even worse, hating her.
“Aww what a beautiful sentiment.” a soft voice was heard from the entrance of the suite. Isabelle quickly turned around, but gentle enough not to bother Thomas.
Isabelle’s calm facial expressions darkened immediately. Seeing that woman in her bubble gum pink outfit made her blood boil. She stood up straight right away, ignoring the fact that her boyfriend was only a meter away from her, she was so close to snapping her neck.
“What the fuck are you doing here Gina?”
“Izzy, sis-”
“No actually, I know the answer to that question. You have a thing going on with Thomas’ cousin. And I guess he is the main reason for my task. Somehow in your fucked-up mind, you built this fantasy of you ruling the world with the help of your boy toy.” Isabelle tried her best to keep her voice down.
“Good for you sis, two plus two.” Gina leaned against the entrance. Their boyfriends were sound asleep and most of the flight attendants were on their break. Therefore, leaving the two sisters alone, “but your job is not done just because you know my reasons. He will still die by your hand. If not…you know what will happen next.”
“Why drag me into this bullshit?! Why are you here Gina?”
“Mickey told me you plan on visiting Birmingham, so I convinced him to take me as well. Christmas wouldn’t be the same without my sis.”
“What are you planning Gina?” she didn’t believe a word that came out of her mouth. She knew something was off about it.
“I just wanted to spend the holidays with you, sis.”
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Pairing:modern!Thomas Shelby x modern!OC
Warning:Strong Language, Graphic Depictions Of Violence & Smut
Words: 4.6 k
[A/N]:ah yes, another late updated. College be a bitch, I guess. Just another week and Christmas holidays begin…just another week….but until then have some long ass and awful smut
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Thomas inhaled another breath of nicotine, while Isabelle tried a sip of the Ale she received. “So, Izzy, how about to finally tell me what you’re and Gina up to?” hearing that question made Isabelle choke on the alcohol that was just about to go down her throat. She let out a few coughs before looking at him. The serious expression on his face did not mean anything good and she knew that she was screwed.
“W-what do you mean?” a slight stutter left her lips, almost exposing her straight away. Her hands were fidgeting around underneath the table.
“You two seem chummy.” his head jerked back just an inch while his eyebrows frowned downwards towards his eyes. Those piercing blue eyes dug into her soul, “were you planning on ever telling me you’ve known her for years?”
For a second there Isabelle wanted to let out a sigh of relief because apparently, all he was referring to was her friendship with Gina and not the whole plot going on about it. He however never broke eye contact with her, just excepting a reply coming from her: “yeah…that’s a long story.”
“I have time.” he immediately commented taking a sip of his drink.
Lying would only make things more complicated later and she knew it was already complicated enough. Therefore, she decided to come clean, at least with the part for which she would not end up on Thomas’ hitlist: “Not sure what your family told you about my family, and don’t try to convince me you have clue what I’m talking about, ‘cause we both know that’s a lie.” she rose her eyebrows, pointing her index finger towards him.
Thomas just put his hands up as a sign of innocence and surrender, closing his eyes and not saying a word, allowing her to continue, “We are all aware that my family is probably extinct, besides myself of course.” her finger slowly glided around the rim of her glass, eyes slowly wandering away from Thomas, “I do not remember much of it, probably because I was a toddler back then. But I do know that my family was killed, each one of them, slaughtered like pigs.” her eyes jerked towards Thomas as she finished that sentence before ending the tension with a scoff leaving her lips.
“However, I was not killed. I never found out why. All I know is that someone sent me to the States soon afterwards, subsequently deleting every connection I had with the UK. Once I arrived in New York I was taken into the custody of the Claiborne family.” Thomas just quietly continued to listen to her, “You may recognize that name, if not I will help freshen up your memory, Gina’s maiden name is Claiborne. Does that ring a bell?”
“I had no say in all that, besides, how could I? I was a kid. I was never allowed to ask them any questions about my family or how I ended up living with them. All they ever said was that Gina’s mother Theresa was my father’s cousin and therefore the closest relative. But I never believed any of that bullshit, so I hired some private detectives to dig up some dirt about them and my history, once I was old enough and earned enough money. However, none of my efforts worked.” her voice trailed away from him, slowly turning her simple story into a deep depressing history lesson for which their relationship, if you could call it like that, was too fresh and too young to handle. So she had to quickly go back to the main topic of his question, “so to answer your question, we are somewhat like cousins, but I consider her more of a friend…I had to endure her bratty attitude my whole life and I learnt to handle her, so yeah….we’re friends if that answers your question.”
Thomas saw the look in her eyes, the drop of sadness and realization that she had no real family and in fact, could have lost her life just like the rest of her family did. He was never someone to publicly comfort anyone, heck, he would rarely do that in private either. However, some instinct inside of him just made him move without thinking. He reached out and grabbed her hand, as gently as he could: “come here.” he whispered, just barely recognisable above the sound of the music and football game playing in the background of the pub. Isabelle just looked at him, not knowing what to do or say, so he took things in his own hands, literally. Thomas pulled her body closer to him until she was close enough for him to wrap his arms around her, hugging her in his warmth.
Isabelle gasped at the sudden hug, not expecting a reaction like this coming from a usually brutal man. After a few hesitant moments, she wrapped her hands around his torso and back, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, before whispering: “sorry about that sappy story.”
“It’s quite alright, love. I don’t mind knowing more about you.” his hands slid over the tips of her hair, not letting her go, but instead allowed her to control the duration of the hug. To prevent any awkwardness in a silent hug he kept on talking, “to agree with you, yes, my family told me about your family. Not much, but enough to find it fascinating.”
Isabelle suddenly pulled away from his neck and looked at his face: “what do you know?”
The sudden burst of interest made him chuckle: “my mother spoke about your family as an influential family during her childhood. Your grandfather owned a huge part of the racing tracks. His brother was a big name in the insurance business, yet they were not getting along very much. They were jealous of one another and wanted everything for themselves, hence leading to a literal war between the two parts of the family. I was not much older than you when the murdering happened, so I can’t tell you much. But from what I’ve heard, some members of the family itself were the killers.”
“Great, my family is made out of lunatics like you.” she scoffed and pursed her lips, rolling her eyes.
“Oi, who are you calling lunatic?” he grabbed onto her hips a bit tighter, “I’m being a caring boyfriend by sharing my knowledge with you and you insult me?”
“Oh, boyfriend?” she rose her eyebrows in surprise and amusement, “since when are we on boyfriend and girlfriend terms?”
Thomas smirked at her teasing, before leaning in and whispering in her ear: “since you were so close to ripping my clothes off in the distillery.”
“What makes you think I don’t wanna do that now as well?” her fingers slowly slid over the collar of his suit.
“As much as I would hope that’s true, you’re only saying that to escape your punishment for insulting me.”
“Punishment? What am I? Four?” she laughed pulling away from him, “well then Mr Shelby, how would you punish me for saying the truth? Or should I call you daddy, just to get those daddy issues onto the table?” the doe eyes hid the spitfire that she actually was.
“Oh, love, you’re playing a dangerous game here.” Thomas added, taking a drag from his cigarette.
She simply smirked at him and returned back to her drink, crossing her legs, leading to her dress being pushed upwards, revealing more of her milky thighs, yet she did not add anything to the conversation.
Thomas’ eyes wandered over her body, at least the parts which were visible to him. He thought he had enough will power to ignore her teasing and go back to his beer, but with every second the tension only grew and with that other parts of his body as well. To the point where he could not stand it anymore. He put his cigarette away and grabbed onto her sides, raising her with his arms, only to place her down on his lap, legs on resting on either side of him: “mind telling me what you’re doing Mr Shelby?”
Isabelle was amused staring at the frustrated expression on his face, cheeks just barely blushed but the eyes dark and hungry. His hands roamed down her back to her plump ass, holding roughly on it, “Punishment.” he whispered before slapping her ass over the fabric of her dress. Thankfully the sound of the football game was loud enough to cover the echoing of the slap.
She opened her mouth in a mix of shock and lust, her eyes looked at Thomas with disbelief: “Did you just slap my ass, Mr Shelby?”
Thomas just kept quiet, a grin growing on his face as he repeated the thing once again on the other butt cheek. Isabelle just returned the grin: “don’t you think this is something for the bedroom and not a pub?”
“We both know that would not be a punishment for you then, you vixen.” his hands groped over the sensitive flesh of her butt.
Her hands wrapped around his neck, her lips placing sensual kisses and pecks over his chin and the corner of his mouth: “take me home, Tommy and I will show you what a punishment would be.”
“Don’t you think our dates end too quickly in bed?” he joked as her lips trailed down his jaw until they finally found their way to his ear where she whispered a reply; “who said anything about the bed?” She heard a groan escape his lips and with that she was off his lap and on her feet, fixing the length of her dress before she was harshly dragged away from the table by Thomas’ hand. He was hasty and apparently, the lack of bed caused a great wish to head home.
Throwing some dollar bills onto the main bar, he nodded his head to the bartender and headed out with Isabelle. His car was parked not too far from the pub, but the harsh autumn wind resulted in shivers and goosebumps all over her half-exposed body. Thomas was soon to notice that and as a proper boyfriend cliché, he wrapped his jacket over her shoulders, covering at least some parts of her naked skin. Hand still holding hers, he led her to his car, where he opened the door for her, what earned him a peck on the lips. An eye-roll and an enjoying smile was his reply to that before he finally stepped into his car and made his way back to her apartment.
Once they arrived back into her building, Thomas felt like he was already somewhat at home in that place. He knew exactly which way to go, what floor to choose in the elevator and what door was hers. Yet there was something exciting about coming to her apartment, like two horny teenagers, wanting nothing else but some release. As soon as she unlocked the door Thomas pushed her inside, slamming the door closed behind him and pressing her chest against his, her lips finding his right away, her nails gently dragging over his scalp, while he was busy deepening the kiss and making his way to the living room with her, to the couch to be exact. There was something so appealing about not going straight to the bedroom. Either that on the horniness was simply too big to wait any longer.
Without breaking the kiss, he sat down on her couch and pulled with him, allowing her to sit on his lap: “The record for the shortest dates go to…” He whispered against her lips, she grinned in return and finished his sentence for him: “to the couple with the longest fuck.” his hands held her face the next second; his lips on hers.
His lips moulded on hers so well she felt herself trying to get closer to him; her hand holding his jacket, feeling his tongue slowly slipping into her mouth making her open it. His tongue exploring her mouth, his hands letting go of her face so he could hold her hips and make her rub against him again. This time her moan was swallowed by him, and he was getting hard again. The air in the room was hot. Once she opened her eyes, he broke the kiss and instead started to kiss and bite her neck, definitely leaving red marks on it. Isabelle’s fingers pulled on his hair again and he moaned on her neck making her push herself down on him harder.
He lifted his head to face her, his already plump looking mouth swollen and red making her almost salivate. Her lips were starting to get numb when he stopped kissing her again, just to remove unzip her dress. His rough fingers slowly dragged the zipper down her back, allowing the sleeves to slide down her arms. Taking advantage of the small
distance between the, she began undressing him as well, throwing his jacket somewhere in the living room.
His eyes grew once he realized what she was wearing underneath the dress: “God I knew I had to rip that dress off your body as soon as I saw it.” Her breasts were covered in a red bra, apparently his favourite colour. His hands holding her breasts, squeezing them lightly, almost making them come out of her bra.
“You look so fucking hot in red,” he commented, without letting go of her breasts. His fingers played with the rim of her bra, sliding his digits underneath it. She bit her lip, while he teased her sensitive skin. However, as much as he enjoyed the bra, he enjoyed what was under it, even more, therefore, the bra was soon also lost somewhere in the living room. His eyes stared at her naked chest for a few seconds before his mouth went against one of them a short time later, and Isabelle’s head was thrown back as she felt his tongue pass around her nipple; one of his hands holding the other breast. Her hands were holding onto his shoulders gripping tightly onto him, yet her body movements had stopped for some time, and she only noticed when his other hand came back to her waist forcing her to move against his crotch once again. The moan that escaped through her mouth was way higher than the others, and the bastard smirked against her flesh as soon as he heard it. His lips soon shifted, paying attention to her other breast. She decided to do something by guiding her hands down his abdomen, unbuttoning his shirt. The skin of his belly shivered under her fingers, and his eyes opened and looked at her
As he was looking at her with those light blue eyes that turned darker just filled with lust, he threw his shirt off his body, while the dress she was wearing was still handing over her hips. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, love.” Isabelle stared down at him, her hand gently tugging on his short hair, her mouth opened after hearing him. “I know how dirty you are, love, just like me. Punishing you would be a pleasure to you, such a fucking vixen.” He finished, biting his lip still looking at her with those dark eyes. At that point, she could confirm that her panties were ruined and wet.
“Why did you stop moving, love? Dirty talk is your kryptonite?” Thomas put both of his hands on her butt, rocking her body over his covered crotch while squeezing her ass with so much will that her head fell forward, and she placed her face in the crook of his neck. Her mouth opening again to let the air out, his mouth close to her ear again. “By that wetness, love, I guess I was right. I bet I could make you cum just from doing this, hm?” His words and the friction making hard to think.
“Fuck, look at you, Izzy. So fucking hot, getting yourself off on my trousers. You ruined them, love. I’m trying so hard to not just fuck the shit out of you right now.” He let go of her hips, putting his hands by his sides, but she simply could not stop moving. Her mouth is still open on his neck, letting out gentle moans while pressing sloppy kisses over his hot skin. “I think I should just let you come for me, would you like that baby?” she just nodded moaning his name. “Yeah, you want that? God you’re so sexy like this” he rested his head against the back of the couch, a smirk growing on his face, just enjoying the goddess getting herself off just by rocking over his crotch. “I’m going to fuck you so well after this, gonna bury my cock deep inside of your tight little pussy.”
“Fuck Thomas! You kiss your mother with that mouth.” despite being a literal mess, Isabelle could not help herself but to throw in some jokes. But they were cut off really quick as she felt the knot in her stomach getting tighter.
“No. I kiss you with that mouth.” He held her chin forcing her head up, pressing a hot, hungry kiss onto her lips. His mouth opens just a little letting some low moans escape The hand holding her jaw dropped, and two of his fingers came to her lips, slowly sliding inside of her mouth. Isabelle felt so turned on by it, automatically wrapping her lips around them, “Such a dirty girl, wrapping perfectly around my fingers. Makes me wanna put something else between those sexy lips.”
Isabelle’s eyes stared at him, dark and needy. Her hips kept on moving in a steady rhythm, yet she could not get enough of his dirty whispers and naughty thoughts. She was almost there. Her body was burning, and she couldn’t stop moaning even with his fingers in my mouth. Thomas was completely hard against her, her panties were not even a barrier anymore since they were so wet, but as soon as he pushed his lower body upwards, she let go.
She grabbed onto his neck with much force, a load groan leaving her lips as she finally felt her release running down her body: “Tommy, oh fuck, Thomas!”
“That’s it, love, fucking come for me” His voice was low and rough, her whole body throbbing without her control. Thomas hugged her body, preventing her from falling back and hitting the floor. His name coming out a few more times through her mouth, almost just like a prayer, “That was so hot, love.” Thomas chuckled softly and she sighed, a soft laugh left her lips as she realised what they had just done. It was desperate, literally feeling like horny teenagers, but it felt so fucking hot, but she wanted more. And Thomas wanted it as well. He put her down on the floor, allowing her to slowly stand on her feet, which subsequently caused the dress to fall down the floor, revealing the matching red panties, which were dripping wet at that point. Thomas stared at her for a moment. The tightness of his pants became evident. Isabelle soon noticed his stare and placed a hand on her hip: “you wanna take a picture or you wanna rather rip my panties off and fuck me, Tommy?” she laughed at his surprised reaction.
“Actually, I’d like to do both, but fucking you is my priority.” he commented before finally sliding the tight trousers down his legs, together with his shoes and socks, “I’m hard for too long, love. I don’t think I can’t hold it for much longer.” He slid his underwear down and Isabelle swallowed hard, her teeth already gripping onto her lower lips, preventing her from letting out an erotic moan. Isabelle sat down onto the couch, now free from her panties. Her legs slowly opened up for him, giving him the perfect view of her soaked core, as she leaned her head where he was leaning only a moment ago, hand grabbing onto her breast, playing with herself. Thomas cursed under his breath, moving his body so he was staying between her legs, his hands going up her thighs and she could already feel the heat coming back into her core.
“We never had dinner tonight, I might need to devour you instead.” her eyes widened and soon he leaned down, placing a sloppy kiss on her swollen lips. She could feel his member lean against her stomach, one of her hands moving towards it. She wrapped her hand around his hard member, causing them both to let out a moan at the same time. Her steady but slow movement made him break apart from her lips. The wet on the tip helping my movements, starting slow but getting at a fast pace kind of quickly, “You vixen!”
“You don’t want me to wrap my pretty little lips around your cock, Tommy?” Isabelle purred, her hand still pumping his hard shaft.
“Trust me, love, you can bet your sexy ass I’d love to see those lips around my cock, but that can wait for the next round, right now I want to be inside you.” His face was inches from hers. “Inside that pretty little pussy again” His hands released her, and he leaned on one of them so he could leave the other slowly pass by her breasts to her lower abdomen, making her shiver from head to toe. Despite his hand being rough, the warmth of his skin made her melt away. His hand touched her core and the malicious smile was back on his face.
“You think you can handle another orgasm before my cock, love?” Just the thought of the question made her moan loudly again. His fingers making quick and hard circular movements over her clit. Then two of his fingers got inside her without warning and she opened my eyes staring at Thomas, who was still smirking. He leaned on his knees, letting his other hand hold her onto the couch, forcing her back to be pressed down onto the soft furniture. “Yes, that’s right, love!” her vision was blurred, and she felt pleasure splash out of her. She could not hold it much longer as she was still raw and sensitive from her previous orgasm. She felt her body shake. This orgasm stronger and more intense than before. As she opened her eyes, Thomas was occupied by licking his fingers, a low groan escaping his throat as soon as he felt the hot liquid coating his mouth.
Isabelle bit her lip, staring at the man kneeling between her legs. However, the pining ended sooner than expected as he wrapped his arms around her lower back and pulled her from the couch, laying there instead of her. His back was now against the couch, a hand guiding Isabelle to sit on top of him. An eyebrow perked up as she tried to connect the dots on what he wanted. He laid on his back, his hand on his member moving slowly "You can’t expect me to do the work, now can you love?”
“Is that so? You want me to ride you, Tommy?” she challenged him, as she positioned herself on top of him, her wet core, pressing against his lower stomach. A groan left his lips as he kept on pumping his member. The vixen on top of him slid her finger up his chin to his lips, where he immediately bit her fingertip as soon as she touched his lips, “Want me to ride you, baby?” she slowly rose her hips, moving them downwards until she was hovering above his cock. He took this into his own hands, literally as his hand guided him inside of her. Once he was halfway inside of her she felt him stretching her without mercy. Her head pushed back, an erotic moan escaping her lungs. His hand stopped at her hips, pulling her down; a groan coming out of his mouth.
Her body started to move and had to lean her hands on the couch, just above Thomas’ head. As she was occupied with finding a steady rhythm and not falling apart too quickly, Thomas seemed to enjoy the sight he was having. Her hot sweaty skin, glistening in front of his eyes, breasts bouncing together with her hips. Therefore, it came as no surprise as his hands dropped to her waist and rising to her breasts. His lower lip pinned between his teeth and Isabelle could not not stare down at him, “Oh Thomas!” she whined, feeling his hands groping her sensitive breasts. Throwing her body back, Thomas held on to her waist again, lifting her and thrusting his hips back to hers.
Her hands closed tightly holding his hair and pulling him up. Sitting up he wrapped his arms around her back and ass, pressing their chests against one another. Their lips met in a desperate, sweaty kiss. Teeth crashing, lips smacking. Their moans and pants filled the room, her hips moving in a quicker pace. His nose brushing against hers and her eyes closed tightly as she felt his movements slow down, but still getting harder: “Look at me, Izzy, look at me, love” Thomas whispered hoarsely, and she forced myself to open her eyes. “I want you to come for me again, and I want to feel you come undone for me.” Her body was so sensitive, yet so needy of more, it should have been illegal to feel that good. Her lips pressed against his once more, hands resting on his neck to support herself.
“Tommy! God, Thomas!” she almost screamed his name, his hands on her waist wouldn’t let her stop and she could feel him throbbing inside her.
“Fuck I’m so close!” Thomas groaned huskily. The knot in her stomach getting so tight that she was clenching against him. He let a real growl out of his throat as her walls pressed against him, making it hard for him to get out of her.
“Tommy, fuck, I’m so close, fuck” she could no longer control her orgasm as one of his hands moved over her clit, rubbing quick small circles over the nerve. Her body pushing forward, making him hit just the right spot inside of her. Her body fell completely over his, and she could feel him spilling inside her. She raised her head to see his complexion of complete pleasure
in his face, his mouth open and sweat running down his forehead. Their breaths were soon returning to normal, and we were still sitting on the bed until we calmed down.
He helped her part from him, placing her exhausted body onto the couch next to him. She felt empty as soon as he came out from inside of her. Despite their heartbeat slowly returning to its normal speed, they were still somewhat out of breath. She looked at him as he reached into his trousers and pulled out a cigarette, before sitting down next to her, an arm placed behind her head, resting against the couch.
Thomas looked at her from the corner of his eyes. Without saying a word, she climbed onto his lap again and took the cigarette from his fingers and took a drag herself. She was not much of a smoker, but something about nicotine after a hot round of sex did something to her. The dark cloud escaped her lips, her head leaning back, eyes closed. And that image made something click in Thomas’ brain, and so he cupped her chin and pulled her into another hungry kiss as if he did not just spend hours fucking her brain out: “Bloody hell woman, you will be the death of me.” he breathed out against her lips.
She chuckled wrapping her hands around his neck, her fingers still holding the cigarette: “what a lovely way of dying.”
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Pairing:modern!Thomas Shelby x modern!OC
Warning:Strong Language, Graphic Depictions Of Violence & Smut
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Thomas made his way downstairs through the masses and out of the building. Most of the photographers were already gone, yet some were still persistent and waited for some kind of scandalous picture. Therefore, they were still taking pictures of Thomas as he stepped into the back of his car. While he was doing so, Polly could not help herself but to look after her nephew, who seemingly vanished in the middle of the celebration and just so quickly vanished out of the building, as if he was escaping it.
Without a word Thomas gave his driver the address to which he should take him and without a word the driver followed suit and did as shown. Pleased with himself Thomas leaned back and studied the information given to him by Michael. From all of the information, the lack of family history was the most annoying. There were no legal records of Isabelle’s family in the States, therefore making it quite difficult to track them down. But if it was really true and she was all by herself, it would only mean his mother was right and all of the Datcu’s are dead.
His usual frown spread over his face as he tried to build a strategy on how to deal with her. Her potentially dangerous ambition could be of a problem for him, unless he kills her or brings her onto his side. Still deep in thoughts, Thomas did not realize that the driver already pulled up in front of the rather tall building a few blocks away from the Shelby Tower.
“Sir,” the driver waited for a second, before repeating himself once Thomas did not reply, “sir, we arrived.”
“Ah, yes. Thank you.” Tommy replied soon after shaking his head, to wake himself up, “Wait up for me, I won’t be long.” he added before stepping out of the vehicle and bottoming his suit, before looking up at the building apparently owned by the vicious brunette.
Running a hand through the upper part of his brown hair, Thomas made his way inside of the office building. However, unless he had an appointment with the CEO, there was no way he would pass thought the guards.
However, Thomas would not be Thomas unless he had a plan B in his sleeve. Immediately he put a fairly fake, yet charming smile on top of his lips and made his way to the receptionist in the middle of the entrance area, “Hi there. I came to see my wife, I believe she informed you of my arrival.” despite him being used to people commenting on his British accent in the USA, he made sure to intensify it, giving an even bigger impression of a friendly foreigner in New York.
“Oh, h-hello sir.” the receptionist undeniably flustered by his accent and that handsome look on his face stuttered, “I am not sure. Do you mind telling me who your wife is?”
“Isabelle Datcu.” he simply replied with a smile on his face while the receptionist looked through the given appointments. The frown on her face only made him roll his eyes while she was not looking. Quickly he went back to his simulated friendly self, “is there a problem Miss?”
“It appears you do not have a scheduled appointment with Miss Datcu…”
“Mrs Datcu.” Thomas corrected the young woman but then sighed, “ah that woman. I love her but she is sometimes really forgetful. I guess I have to call her and tell her that the receptionist has no info about our date.” Thomas’ face was regretful, yet to someone who knew him very clearly staged.
Going in for his pocket he was about to snatch his phone out of it, he was stopped by the receptionist who feared of the worst – that her boss would fire her for messing up the appointments, despite there never being an appointment for Mister Shelby: “No no, there is no need for that, sir. It is probably my mistake. I apologize. Here is your guest card, please feel free to use the VIP lift right there on the right.” the polite woman handed him his pass before smiling at him.
“Oh, how sweet of you. Thank you. I will tell my wife how nice her receptionist is.” he grinned before making his way to the lift, a slight smirk growing on his face, clearly amused by how easily he could manipulate people.
He had to admit, the building was a fine specimen of architectural art. One of the newer building in the New Yorker skyline, yet not as big as some of the most popular buildings. However, with its fine, classy lines and elegant interior design, it could compete with all of them. As he stepped into the what seemed like pure chrome VIP lift that went straight up to the highest floor, the CEO’s floor, Thomas questioned firstly why he had no lift that led directly to his office and secondly did her business do so well that she could afford to have such a luxurious building. And if that was the case, why would she be having an illegal rum production going on, if she could with all that many easily turn it into a legal hit.
Once the lift dinged and pointed out to him that he reached the top floor, Thomas went back to his usual cold self. Serious and self-centred. As soon as Isabelle saw his body moving out of the lift, she wanted to kick herself in the gut, just to wake up from that nightmare. The expression on her face was just justifying how she felt inside. A pure reflection of the disgust she felt. Yet she was somehow impressed how quickly he was able to hunt her down.
“Good day, Miss Datcu. Lovely to see you here.” Thomas greeted her with a smirk hanging on his lips while he walked closer to her desk, but not before he locked the door of her office. You can never know what could happen…
For a moment there she just stared at him, her lips parted just slightly as her eyes focused on the man closing the door. Her head slightly tilted, until she was finally able to pronounce something: “I have to admit, I did not think you’d be looking for me after what happened last night.” she placed the paperwork she was working on aside and leaned her elbows against her desk, while leaning her chin against the backs of her palms, “to what do I owe the displeasure, Mr Shelby?”
“Your receptionist is quite the doll, Isabelle. She believed that I am your husband who just came here to have a lovely lunch date with my wife.” he allowed himself to sit on the chair on the opposite side of Isabelle.
She closed her eyes for a second, cursing her naïve receptionist. But she would handle her later, right now she had to keep her poker face and do not let him see her weaknesses: “I see you’ve found out my name.” she quickly changed the subject.
“It was harder than I thought. No family records, no history in America, no police records, nothing. As if you suddenly appeared here out of nowhere. Weird, isn’t it?” he leaned back, “might if I smoke in here?” even if he was a ruthless man, he was still polite enough to ask for permission before lighting a cigarette in a stranger’s office.
“Do as you please.” she snapped before moving back to the topic, “I don’t like my ends loose. I prefer them tied up. I do not intend to give you, a complete stranger, any information regarding me or my family. Besides, that is none of your business.”
“But it is, Isabelle. Or should I say wife, now that we are married.”
“Call me wife one more time and I will tear up your liver.” she grunted before stepping up from her seat. The pale pink coat that was hanging over her shoulders fell onto her chair as she snapped her hands against the wooden desk, “Why are you here, Shelby? Didn’t I make my lack of interest clear enough last night?”
“Isabelle, as a new member of the New Yorker high society it is my duty to make sure that the high standards are not damaged by illegal businesses in our lovely city. And it seems you, out of all those bastards, one of those little businesses.”
“Are you seriously accusing me of owning an illegal business? While sitting in my office? In my fucking building?” she raised her voice while making her way around the desk to stand in front of the bastard who was clearly trying to blackmail her.
There she stood, a meter away from his sitting form, wearing a tight white shirt with the matching skirt that reached down to her knees, but left a small gap between the shirt and the skirt, but still leaving much to the imagination. Her pink heels matched her coat perfectly, yet he preferred the darker colours on her. The white seemed like she was just trying to hide her true self. She was a sight for sore eyes. “Oh, I have to apologize. It seems I did not express myself properly. Let me paraphrase what I just said.”
Thomas got up from his seat, cigarette between his fingers as he stepped towards the woman who apparently had the temper of a chihuahua, “I am here to offer you a deal, Miss Datcu.”
“Excuse me?” she looked up at the taller man, with a serious expression on her face.
His cologne hit her nose, combining it with the constant cigarette smell that followed him suit. That warmth his body let out invited her in, pulling her senses into a delirium. Thomas removed his cigarette from his lips, holding it between his fingers that pointed towards her: “I know all about your little booze business happening behind the curtains. But rather than exposing you in front of the whole city and simultaneously ruining your legal business, that’s quite charming, if I say so myself, I am offering you a deal that could bring profit to both of us.”
Knowing that a Shelby is capable of everything he wraps his head around, she had to, even if it was with a heavy heart, ask: “What do you want, Shelby?”
“I want you to work for me.” he stepped closer to her, while she back off until her butt met her desk. His hand fell on the wood right next to her frame, “I mean your illegal side. I don’t care much about software development. I have plenty of other sectors I focus my business on.”
“Yeah. Weapons and drugs.” Isabella hissed.
“Among others.” he chuckled and leaned his face closer to hers. The smell of smoke and cologne kept on fogging her brain. Her eyes looked into his, trying her best not to lose herself in his ocean blue eyes.
“What do you want from me and my business?” she sounded defeated.
“I will help you bring your products onto the European market. As you probably know, and I am sure you do, love,” he cupped her chin and jaw and pulled her face upwards, letting her meet his eyes, “I own most of the ships that transport alcohol from the UK to Europe and the USA, therefore the building here in New York. So, I could easily make your little company global, if I wanted to.” he leaned in a bit closer, their lips probably just an inch from each other, the tips of their noses touching from time to time as Isabelle tried to move away from him, but he kept on pulling her back to him.
“What will you gain out of it? You want all of the profit, right?”
“No, love. I couldn’t give a fuck about money. As you can imagine I am rather jolly with what I have.” he tilted his head before moving his lips to her ear, “I want you to go out with me.”
The close almost intimate proximity between them made her cheeks turn into a darker shade of pink. She hated herself and her easily compellable nature. “Excuse me?” she groaned, trying to push him away from her, but his stronger body just placed itself back to her.
“Go out with me and I won’t inform the law enforcement about your little hobby.”
“And what if I refuse?” she whispered, her nails digging into her desk.
“Think about it, gorgeous. You would earn a lot of money from this.”
“I have plenty of money, as you could have probably guessed.” her overly confident self made an appearance again and Thomas could not help himself but to chuckle. He liked how proud she was, how she would not give in without a fight. It only made him want her more.
“Then I guess the police it is.” he stepped back and reached for his phone. She acted quickly, her eyes turning towards the door on the other side of her office before colliding her body with his and grabbing onto his tie, as he was ready to head out. That quickly pulled his attention quickly back to her, “No!” she simply reacted as her chest pressed against his.
It took them a moment to realize just how close they were to each other. Thomas’ eyes were glued on the woman’s face as she breathed hard, her breath stuck in her throat. She was still holding tightly onto him but avoided eye contact no matter what. Isabelle was clearly embarrassed on her unthoughtful reaction. His hand slowly reached up to her and cupped her cheek ever so gently, allowing him to finally make eye contact again, “go out with me, love. Think about all the money you can earn.”
“Makes it sound like I’m a hooker.” she rolled her eyes and he just chuckled.
“Trust me, love. I would never make such a fuss for a hooker.”
All she could do is hide her inner anxiety.
“I will pick you up tomorrow in front of your building at 8pm. Wear something red.” he whispered against her ear, before he pulled away from her and walked out of the office, just as professionally as he stepped into it, leaving a hot and bothered brunette flustered on her table.
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Pairing:modern!Thomas Shelby x modern!OC
Warning:Strong Language, Graphic Depictions Of Violence & Smut
Words: 1709
The next morning, after a too short night, filled with booze and cigarettes, Thomas made his way to the Shelby Tower. Today was supposed to be the official opening of the Shelby Tower and the Shelby business in the USA as a stand-alone company. However, instead of spending the night with some good rest or with some interesting company in form of beautiful American girls, Tommy spent his night focused on the potential Datcu girl.
Just like every other morning Thomas prepared himself for his day in office. A crisp white dress shirt combined with a tailored suit with the matching tie and dress shoes. His consistent companion: a cigarette and a drink. The man knew how to dress professionally but rarely wore any casual outwear, unless it was specially requested by some of his family members, usually Ada or Polly.
The man was a heartthrob. The way he walked, the way he stood, the way he held his cigarette, it all screamed power and expertise. His face was always marked by the dull look in his eyes, mixed with a frown or a harsh glare from time to time. Despite his age of 33, he was still quite desirable. To some extent he enjoyed it, but most of the time he did not give a damn about that. If he wanted something, he would get it, if he did not, he would not.
As he made his way towards his car, he called his cousin Michael, to check on the building, but most of all to check on the assignment Thomas gave him. To everyone’s surprise, Thomas did not drive the SUV in New York. He was not a fan of neither their driving skill nor their direction of driving. Therefore, not to embarrass himself, he decided it would be for the best if someone drove him around, at least until he is fully assimilated in the American lifestyle.
While in the back of the black SUV, Thomas dialled Michael and leaned against the backseat, his gaze focused on the road, trying to remember all the details of it. After waiting for what felt like hours Michael finally picked up and answered his cousin in the most hungover tone Thomas has heard since Arthur the morning after his wedding: “Tom I’m sorry I-”
“-got too drunk to find anything out.” Thomas finished the sentence for him while pressing the side of his thumb over the peak of his brow with the hand he held his cigarette. Annoyance spread over his face as he sighed. “Fine then. Get yourself ready boy, we have an opening in two hours. I want you fit and ready.” and with that, he just hung up.
“Plan B it is…” he whispered to himself before turning his face to the driver, “change of plans. Drive me to Ada’s place.” the chauffeur nodded his head and listened unquestionably.
It was 6 in the morning, which was certainly too early for a grungy Ada to be awake, even if she was supposed to be in the office in less than two hours. That combined with the heavy banging on her front door did not leave anything good about her morning. Still, in her nightgown and robe Ada opened her front door just to see her brother: “Thomas? What do you want so early from me? I told you the opening-”
“I want you to tell me something about a guest from the party.” Thomas stepped inside, without bothering to close the door behind him or let Ada to allow him to walk inside.
“Please come inside, Thomas.” Ada sarcastically commented while standing next to the door, “Good morning to you, my dear sister.”
“Stop being cute Ada and come here.” Thomas was already sitting on her couch, lighting himself another cigarette, “You are the one who created that guest list, right?”
“Yep.” she yawned as she sat across of him on the other couch, pressing her thighs against her chest and hugging her legs closed as she rested her chin on top of her knees.
“And you know all the people you invited, right?”
“Yep.” she nodded her sleepy head.
“Who was the brown-haired woman, wearing a dark green gown?”
“Tom, there were many women with brown hair and green dresses, there was Mrs Humpton, Mrs Buren, Miss Tipen-”
“Young women, Ada. Under the age of fucking 80. I don’t give a fuck about the old hags. One-shoulder dark green gown and long wavy brown hair. Think Ada.” Thomas grew notably more irritated the longer he had to wait for information.
“Well, that could have been Isabelle, but I’m not sure if-”
“What’s her last name?”
“Datcu, but what does that-”
“Thank you, Ada, you’ve been a great help. See you in the office in a few hours.” Thomas got up, ruffled Ada’s hair and quickly made his way to the exit, “oh and you should probably do something about that hair. It looks like a bird’s nest.” he added with a small grin hiding in the corners of his mouth.
“Fuck off, Thomas!” Ada snapped, throwing a pillow at him as he was closing the door. She quickly turned around and looked at her phone screen, while running her fingers over the length of her hair. “it’s not that awful…or is it?”
Thomas was somewhat hoping that the mysterious lady was simply seeking attention and therefore lied about her heritage, but apparently, she was the real deal, which apparently means she is a possible threat to the Shelby empire. Although Thomas would have preferred going straight up into research about that mysterious Miss Isabelle Datcu, his opening was the main priority. The lady in green would have to wait until he was done faking smiles for the reporters.
To his surprise, the main ceremony lasted less than expected. From the formal arrival of Tommy and the rest of his family to the collaborative drinking and toasting to the opening of the new headquarters, to all of the staff members joining the Shelby family and the reporters for the official reveal of the building. Obviously, the building was under high-security check, with guards on every possible exit. Despite it being a pretty casual affair, it would have still been stupid of Thomas and the rest to ignore the dangers of possible intruders. It would have not been the first time something of such sorts happened in one of their buildings. It was always better to be safe than sorry.
His brain was focused on an official reveal and on answering all the questions the reporters asked him, regarding the leading of the building, the family members who would keep on running that place and regarding the ones who would return back home. In spite of Thomas’ wish to return to his beloved Birmingham, he had to make sure the place is running smoothly for the first few months, before deciding whom of his family members would run it while he goes back home.
As the storm calmed down and the reporters stopped taking pictures and asking questions, Thomas ceased to associate in any social undertakings, stepping back from the crowd. He made his way to his office without anyone noticing, at least for now. Needing a moment of silence so his brain could go back into its own pace, he sat down in his, now new chair behind his desk and leaned against it, inhaling a long breath of smoke that not only fogged his lungs but also his mind. But that is exactly what he needed. Fogginess…and her.
Suddenly a knock interrupted his meditation. The person stepped inside without waiting for Thomas’ permission to enter, which would usually end up in a scolding or unemployment. However, the person coming in was none other than Michael Gray with information regarding the precious green lady: “I’m sorry Tom, I just now managed to check the details about that surname of yours. The opening was very hectic and-”
“Cut to the chase, Michael.” Thomas breathed out as he leaned his elbows against his desk.
“Well, there is in fact a record of a Datcu in New York. Her name is Isabelle-”
“I know. What else do you know about her besides her name?”
“It seems she runs a company on the Upper East Side.” Michael looked down at the paper in his hand, containing all the information he could collect in such a small amount of time, “The company’s called Infore and bases itself on software development, mostly used by accounting companies and finance headquarters such as banks and shit like that.”
“So, she’s a tech freak. Didn’t expect that…” Tommy whispered into his hands as he listened to his cousin.
“However, that’s not all. My men found out that she has some secret offshore businesses, inter alia a start-up in the alcohol production field. To be more precise: the chick’s been making rum and selling it.”
Thomas looked up at the man and raised his brows: “Is that so? So that little vixen isn’t playing by the rules.”
“Here the address of her legal headquarter. I could not find much information about the illegal part. That girls really knows how to erase her own footprints. No records of any brewery being bought in that name, no distillation business is owned in that name. All I could find out was from one of her former employees who was so kind to tell me about the things he accidentally overheard while working there, obviously for a price. Oh, and don’t worry I paid him well enough for him to keep his mouth shut.” Michael placed the paper on top of Thomas’ desk and stepped back. During Michael’s elaboration, Thomas was already thinking of a way to use that to his advantage and combine business with pleasure.
“Thank you, Michael” Thomas replied without looking at the man, but rather focusing on the address he just received.
“I assume you won’t tell me what you need that information for?”
“Correct.” Thomas agreed as he got up and walked towards the exit of his office, “oh and Michael?” the younger man turned towards his boss with a questioning look on his face, “stay away from my chair.”
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Pairing:modern!Thomas Shelby x modern!OC
Warning:Strong Language, Graphic Depictions Of Violence & Smut
Words: 1916
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All he could think of was getting off from that fucking stage and finding that woman.
All he could think of was her.
Thomas stayed put, not moving from the position on the middle of the stage, unlike the rest of his family, who were already half way off the stage, ready to continue their chats with the guests who have moved on from the toast.
“Hey Tommy, let’s go,” Arthur called after Tommy, a bit louder than he probably should have. That was made obvious to him by his wife who slapped him across the upper arm and threw him a look, having him realise that was not the proper way of communicating during such an event.
It still snapped Tommy back into reality and he quickly stepped from the stage, making his way through the crowd and completely ignoring his family or anyone that attempted to talk to him. At that moment he was simply too intrigued by the brown-haired woman that caught his eye.
He tried to calm his nerves together with his thoughts with a drink, but since the waiters just carried around champagne, he had go to the bar, located next to the opening to the balcony and order himself a whisky. Not the most prestigious drink but it was an old-time favourite and he did not plan on letting go of a habit just because he became rich.
While he was leaning against the bar, a drink in his hand he kept an eye out for the woman that caught his interest. However, that turned out to be a waste of time, as he soon realized that she was not even in the venue anymore. It appears it was too busy for her as well and she stepped aside, moving her to stay onto the balcony. Despite it being New York, it was still summer, therefore not cold at all. Still something inside of Tommy made him want to go off and put his jacket on top of her shoulders, probably ruining her whole aesthetic with it, but it would just seem proper. However, he decided against that option and opted for a smoother first impression, by simply joining her onto the balcony.
As soon as he closed the balcony door the world seemed a bit quieter, even if the city that never sleeps actually never sleeps. Ambulances, taxi horns, people yelling… all of them sounding much calmer than the music and chatter coming from inside.
“The one minute.” that low hoarse voice that could captivate hearts by storm broke the silence of the woman and caught her attention. She turned towards the man that now leaned against the railing next to her.
“Excuse me?” she raised her eyebrow, looking at him with a confused expression plastered against her face. But Tommy could not focus on her annoyance at that moment, because he got lost in the sound of her voice. Appealing yet orotund at the same time.
It took him a second to connect his thoughts before he turned towards the skyline again, breaking away from her gaze, just to place a cigarette between his lips light it and. With every second that he postponed his story, she seemed more and more annoyed: “The soldier’s minute. In a battle, that’s all you get. One minute of everything at once. And anything before is nothing. Everything after, nothing. Nothing in comparison to that one minute.”
“Well, soldier, you wasted your minute with silence.” she turned her head a bit to the side, away from him.
“I’d have to disagree.” he corrected her, looking down on her face structure from the corner of his eyes. Turning his gaze back towards him utterly, she finally made eye contact with the foreigner. Her fine cheekbones, the make-up that accentuated all her features, that soft skin and those red lips, so plump and kissable. But the one feature that captivated him for the longest were her eyes, the almond-shaped pools of brown gold, staring at him with a hint of curiosity, however, hidden underneath a whole lot of irritation.
The fine arrangement of colours in various tones of brown and black accentuated her eyes even more, elongating them, turning them into a mysterious pit in which Thomas would not mind diving in. It was in that second that she felt speechless, even if it was just a second, it meant a lot coming from someone who always had a snappy remark and a bitchy attitude.
Those ocean blue eyes seemed to have hit her, just like her almond eyes seemed to have left an impression on him. They just stayed silent, lost in the moment, before Tommy added in a much quieter and lower voice: “it appears we’ve had quite the minute.”
“I’d beg to differ, Mr. Shelby.” she smirked before sipping on her champagne, “to me it seems to be a minute wasted.”
“Since you already know who I am, how about you tell me who you are?” he tilted his head, slowly inching towards her with every sentence that leaves his mouth.
“I know who you are because this is your party. Your name was on the invitation. And since it is your party, you should probably know who your guests are. Me introducing myself would be unnecessary.”
“It is actually my sister’s party. I, myself, am not big on parties and such sorts. I prefer more intimate gatherings.” his fingers unconsciously moved towards her long hair, touching the softness and smoothness of her wavy lock, while gazing down at her face. His face kept on inching towards her, popping her personal space bubble ever so slightly. For a second there he would have sworn that she was also leaning in, wanting him.
“Good, Mr. Shelby. It’s good to want things,” wanting to appear uninterested, the woman rolled her eyes and stepped away. She would never admit it, but as soon as he touched her hair, despite it being not completely on purpose, she has lost it and her heart possibly skipped a beat.
He raised his eyebrows, fascinated by how unimpressed he left her: “did my family ever do something to you Miss…?”
“Nice try, Mr. Shelby. But I-” he cut her off just as she addressed him by his surname again.
“Thomas.”
“As I said, Mr. Shelby, I know a lot about your family and your company and trust me I would not want your family to have anything to do with me.” she glared at the man, still stubbornly denying calling him by his first name.
He was attracted to that woman. Nevertheless, her attitude towards his family made him suspicious. Thomas kept his gaze on her, not showing any emotions, just keeping a straight poker face. Taking his silence as a gesture for her to continue her speech, she moved on: “Just because you’re from the UK doesn’t mean rumours don’t spread across the pond. I’m not sure you realize, but we have internet here as well, Mr. Shelby.”
She placed her champagne on top of the fence and turned her body facing him: “You’re one of the richest families in the UK, yet you seemed to be the most fucked up one.” the grip on his glass just tightened with every word she said, “first your brother dies in what seems like a car accident, or at least that’s what you told the press before paying them to keep their mouths shut.
“But we all know it was from a shooting between your people and some Italian gang, I assume. Not that I cared enough to know which one. Though something tells me that such sufficient men would come from our Big Apple.” she held up one finger, before adding another one and continuing: “then we have your little group of business associates who you presumably call the “Peaky Blinders”, if I’m not incorrect, very creative by the way” the woman even put the name in quotation marks with her fingers, “and not to mention the third and final thing that could be a personal attack just to you, but still counts: how come all your brothers seem to have someone, but only you are all alone? Is it cause your wife died?”
“Poor thing. Heard she was a beauty. Thought I can see how she would fall for someone like you. Was her death also an accident? Or are we just gonna quit lying all together?”
The way he looked at her in that instance was something reserved only for his enemies, but the way she spoke about his family, even if it were only assumptions, made his insides boil. He knew very well he could not make a scene in front of the whole high society of New York, not here and not now.
As she did not get an answer from him, she took that as a win on her side and took off, turning away. However, she did not get far, before Tommy grabbed harshly onto her upper arm and stopped her from taking another step: “Know this, love: do not mess with the Peaky fucking Blinders.” he hissed against her ear, causing her to take a deep breath and keep a steady face. Making a scene would not be positive for either side.
However, she would never let a man embarrass her or order her around in public, so she kept her cool and faced the furious man: “Know this, love,” she mocked his accent, “do not mess with me. I am not scared of you, no matter how rich and powerful you are. This isn’t fucking Birmingham. This is New York and you don’t rule here.” she pulled out of his grip and stepped away, walking towards the door of the venue, but not before stopping and turning back to him one last time: “and for your information, the name’s Datcu.”
“As in-” Tommy’s anger apparently faded for just a second, in a mix of pure shock and surprise.
“Good night, Mr. Shelby.” and with that she vanished inside the crown and made her way home, into the dark of the night.
Thomas on the other hand, was left alone on the balcony. Fucking mad and fucking excited. He did not have such a feeling of want in a long time. He needed to know that woman before he could decide if she was his enemy or not. And knowing her name was Datcu only made him want her more. He blew one last smoke into the sky above him, before Michael came looking for him, wanting him to meet some businessmen.
“Michael, I want you to find something out for me.” Thomas walked a step faster than Michael, not bothering to turn around as the young man turned his attention towards his cousin, “I want you to find out about Datcu relatives in the USA, to be more specific in New York.”
“But-I mean…aren’t they-” Michael stopped his steps for a second, bewildered by the sudden and unexpected request of his older cousin.
“All dead? That’s what I thought as well…guess we’re in for a treat here.” Thomas’ eyes wandered carefully around the room as they made their way towards the people that wished to speak with Thomas. He wondered if she was still in the building or if she was already on the other side of the town.
No matter who he would meet afterwards, no one would catch his interest so much as the brown-haired spitfire.
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