A/N: would you still be surprised if i said this was mostly smut. smut smut smutty smut smut, with just a hint of plot (just a hint since im a smut slut through and through). And i aint even the slightest bit ashamed. This lil piece (lel) features the great dommy tommy and if you got a dommy daddy fantasy then THIS ONE IS FOR YOUUU.
If you like (which i hope you doooo since i know i did) please lemme know, if you didnt….let me know that too but BE NICE THIS IS A RESPECTFUL FUCKING NEIGHBOURHOOD AND IM STILL SENSITIVE YA KNO?
Word Count: 6003!!!! 6003 words of mostly smut AND YES I KNOW ITS PROBABLY HELLA EXTRA @ nonnie SO DONT READ IF IT YOU DONT LIKE LONG AF SMUT PIECES (also who have noticed that my pieces get sunstantially longer and longer everydamn time i post?)
A/N: So maybe you have noticed a pattern, which is that I write a stupid amount of smut and 0 plot. Ya girl has no shame and i’m hella extra so here it goes. smutty smut smut smut smut featuring yo boii dommytommy (bonus of some fluff at the end <3) As always, please lemme know what you think. This is my first dommytommy so just shoot me a cheeky lil message if you think its shit and I will stick to subtommy (who i love in equal measure my lil boy) or just gimme some love SINCE WE ALL KNOW I HAVE A MASSIVE PRAISE KINK PLEASE AND THANKS I LOVE YOU ALL I HOPE YOU ENJOY
Word Count: 5027 words of SMUT! You’re welcome and I’m sorry
Warning: dommytommy, impactplay, breathplay, sacrilegious, blasphemous, i wrote this after going to church with my gma so i’ll see y’all in hell
He loved the game. The chase. The capture and the defeat.
The thrill as the hunt played out.
The way he never knew what to expect from you.
No game was ever the same. Each encounter a new puzzle to solve. And you were the greatest enigma of them all. The one he would spend his life trying to solve, without even the slightest hope in his success.
You were fire, but you were air—lighting him up without weighing him down. You carried him and you grounded him. You were his end, his beginning, and everything in between.
You were his.
Tommy watched you from across the room where he sat in his chair. The leather cool against the cloth of his suit, juxtaposing the heat that radiated off from where you stood in front of him. He brought his cigarette up to his mouth, inhaling the bitter smoke as he narrowed his eyes on you, trying in vain to decipher your mind.
He watched intently as you slinked your body around the room, your hand slowly moving to remove your dress, your shoes, your stockings, until you stood directly before him, naked—save for the necklace around your neck, a small emerald he said had reminded him of your eyes when he gave it to you. His eyes trailed your body, his eyebrows raised curiously as he sized you up. He started at your feet, dragging his eyes up to your naval, then your breasts, to finally your face.
Your lips were wearing a smirk, one that he knew all too well. This was you giving yourself over, daring him to take what you were willingly placing at his feet.
“Come ‘ere,” Tommy whispered, opening his arms, and guiding you toward his awaiting lap. Once you were seated, wrapped in his arm, pinned against the sculpted and taut muscles of his chest, he kissed along the side of your face, grazing his soft lips up your jaw, nibbling his teeth on the skin in his path.
“Tell me what you need princess,” he murmured against you, his breath hot on your ear.
“You.Sir.”
His hand came up under your chin, grasping it gingerly. “Kiss me”, he demanded, bringing your soft lips to his.
The passion in Tommy’s kiss built slowly. His lips starting off soft against yours, willing your body to ease further into his own before gradually becoming more intense. His hand fell from your face onto your breasts, his fingers grazing roughly along your nipples, his thumb and forefinger twisting and pinching them hard enough to make you writhe on top of him. Hands continued on your body downward, palms manipulating the supple flesh of your hips with a bruising force. The whimpers that escaped your lips turned to moans and turned to whimpers again as he worked your skin between his capable hands. Tommy pulled away his mouth from yours to attend to your open neck, attacking the flushed and heated skin with his teeth and tongue, his actions alternating between gentle and savage. With your mouth free from his you were breathlessly moaning his name, your body defenseless against the feeling on his hands on you, exploring you, possessing you. Lost in the moment, you didn’t even notice where his hand had moved until he slid his fingers along your slit, humming with pleasure into your collarbone.
“Princess,” he began, bringing his mouth back up to your awaiting lips. “Mmm… Already you’re such a mess.”
Tommy was ruthless as he shoved his fingers deep into your cunt, curling the tips upwards against your inner walls as his thumb circled your hardened clit. You could feel the metallic bands of his rings inside of you, the cold contrast against your heated center making you jump and twitch against him. Trapped between his chest and his free arm—which had found refuge on your thigh, spreading you open for him— you had nowhere to move or escape. Tommy was in total control over everything.
The hand that was once grasping open your thigh was now lost in your hair, Tommy bounding up the long tresses in his fist with a harsh pull, forcing your face back upwards to meet his, the jerking movement ever so slightly separating the space between your mouths, keeping your connection close enough that you could swallow the next words he spoke.
“Fuck yourself.” The phrase was bitter on your tongue but you gulped it down like it were wine, craving, and hungry for more of the biting taste to graze your lips.
Once the command rolled off his tongue, he kissed you again. Every action of his declaring the scene to be between more than just lovers. He was making a claim. Demanding possession over your body. Greedy for nothing more than to own your desire and sew it into his own. Your hips rolled onto his hand without any second thoughts, your body accepting his commandments as it sacrificed itself at his altar. With your arms around his neck, you brought him closer to you and buried your face into his skin as you gasped for breath. His smell and taste a delirium inducing mix of sandalwood, mint, earth, and tobacco and you drew it in eagerly, rocking your hips with more fervor against his fingers. Tommy thrusted up his hand to meet your body, his maneuvers sending violent shivers down your legs which began to twitch as they hung off the edge of the chair. Your muscles were clenching around his fingers, the heat and pressure slowly escalating to hit their crescendo.
“Shhh…Not yet princess,” he began to coo once you started calling out his name with each exhale of your lungs.
“I- I needa- Tommy…. God please!” you cried out, actual tears forming in your eyes from the exertion it took to stave off your orgasm and wait for his permission.
“No no no. You only need what I need now princess. Who’s in charge here little girl?” he quipped back, moving your face to face him yet again, willing your eyes to open to look at him as he stared you down hard.
“You sir! You’re in charge…but please,” you cried out breathlessly, struggling to form the words around the moans escaping of their own volition past your lips. Tommy only continued to shush you as he moved his fingers deep in your cunt, a licentious smile becoming a permanent fixture in his expression.
Your nails were dug deep into the side of his neck as you continued to rock your hips against his fingers. You were clinging to him, desperate to keep yourself grounded until he released you. But as Tommy moved his thumb once more against your aching clit, any chance of waiting for his verbal permission was lost.
It erupted from your core all at once, a primal and visceral cry escaping along with it. Tommy’s fingers stilled within you as you continue to rock against him, riding out the waves of your orgasm. You mind was a haze. Your consciousness consumed and overwhelmed with the thunderous electrons pulsating through your body. Tommy’s eyes were glued to your face, mesmerized with the way your body reacted to his touch, but frustrated over your lack of control.
Lightheaded and blissed out, you feared the come down, already picturing Tommy’s forlorn expression of disappointment from behind your eyelids. You felt a hand push away the tendrils of hair from your face, and wondered for a second if it were your own before you felt the wet rings that belonged to his fingers graze your skin. His slick thumb ghosted along your bottom lip, his forefinger forcing its way in to your mouth, demanding you to suck.
“Look at me Y/N,” he whispered gently, the softness in his voice coaxing you into thinking it would be all right. But as you opened your eyes to meet his, you knew it was a lie as good as any of the ones he had told his enemies who also shouldn’t have trusted him. His dilated pupils mocked you, the ice-blue irises held you frozen as his fingers grasped onto your face roughly. “Which one of us is in control eh? Must I remind you my little girl? Must I force you to submit to me?”
“Tommy-I-c-.” You tried to speak, explain, apologize, anything. An impossible feat with Tommy’s hand holding your jaw in place.
“You will get on my lap princess. You’ve disappointed me. Now if you’re sorry, you will have to show me. Go on kitten. Face down.”
You did as you were bid and climbed off Tommy’s lap with his help. He guided you how he pleased, your belly resting on his knees, your head hanging down by his calf, your arse in the air. The feel of the cool air against your still wet and hot cunt made you squirm. Your body relished in the feeling— the intensity of the orgasm still coursing in all your senses. As Tommy ran a hand down your back, you instinctually arched for him, a small moan escaping from your lips from the change in position between your thighs. Tommy’s hands stroked you lovingly, although the tender caresses lasted for only a few seconds.
You heard the ringing of his hand against your ass before you felt the sting of it on your cheek, your mind barely having enough time to react before his palm came down again on the other side, the wet rings on his hand hitting you with such force, you could feel the colour of your skin start to change from pink to red to purple.
The blows started coming too soon after the last, and not soon enough, Tommy keeping the rhythm erratic to keep your attention focused on him and him alone. If he had wanted you to keep track, you had lost count, his strategic and methodological strikes coming down on the same spot on each cheek. You whimpered out helplessly into his calf, knowing that nothing unless his own satisfaction would stop the blows.
“Why am I doing this?” he asked simply, after a particularly harsh blow that sent you lurching forward on your hands.
“Because…” you began, trying to regain your breath that he just knocked out of you a second ago. “Because I-I came without permission. Because you’re in control and I didn’t listen to you. Sir,” you rambled off, the sting in your cheeks making your eyes start to water and your legs tremble.
Tommy savoured the way your body reacted to every blow, the way your back curved with every grace of his hand, the way your skin changed colour under his touch. He took another minute’s pause, running his fingers gingerly along your mottled backside, sucking his breath between his clenched teeth as he felt you wiggle against his hardening erection.
His hand came down hard against yet again a couple more times before his gentle caresses soothed you once more. Humming as he trailed his fingers against your sopping cunt which was yet again yearning desperately for him.
“Think you’re ready to behave now my little princess? Or shall I continue?” A smile could be heard in his voice, the proof on his fingers already telling him that you would do or say anything to please him.
“You’re the boss, sir. If you think I’ve learned my lesson…” you trail off, your mind struggling to keep your wits about you as Tommy shoves his two fingers deep into your core, teasing you to cement his domination over you. You tried to remain as still as possible, letting him touch you as he pleased—this was his game now.
“You did well my girl. But you’re not done yet. Get on your knees and get ready to pleasure me. Maybe then I’ll forgive you for your insolence”
Tommy stood up quickly, the unexpected motion sending you falling onto the floor. You scrambled to your knees and waited for him as you watched him begin to undress himself. Tommy’s fingers expertly managed to untie his tie without looking, his eyes fixed on the drool escaping your lips. You were as eager as ever to touch him once he unbuttoned the front of his shirt and exposed his chiseled chest. You admired him like you would a god, his body was a sacred text that you would willingly study, read, and recite every night before bed.
His fingers beckoned you to finish the rest, which you did with great enthusiasm, desiring nothing more than to feel him, to taste him on your tongue as you prayed his scripture back onto his skin. You quickly unclasped his belt and trousers, ripping them down his leg with his minimal help. Tommy watched your eyes light up like a child on Christmas morning as you moved back to rid him of his shorts. An uncontrolled grunt moving past his tongue as he waited in anticipation.
With his cock free, you were suddenly ravenous, your tongue wetting your lips instinctually as you stared at his form. You approached him like a predator would its prey, an expression that made Tommy buck his hips when noticed, watching your face with his keen eye.
“Open your mouth for me princess…nice and wide,” he commanded, sitting forward in his seat closer to your face. Without hesitation you opened it for him, a smile wide on your face as waited for him to spit in. You were careful not to swallow, despite how badly you wanted to, but spread him along your lips. After-all this was technically a gift for him, not for you.
Parting your moistened lips, you licked the precum from the tip of his shaft down his length, swallowing the extra only once he was nice and wet. As you brought your mouth down against him, everything else ceased to be. All that existed was him. The soft and silky skin of his shaft as you took him in your mouth, his rough hands in your hair pushing you further down still, his enticingly bitter taste flowing down your tongue to the burning pit building in your stomach.
Him. Him. Him. It was all Tommy.
Tommy leaned back against the chair as you eagerly sucked him, his one hand behind his own head for support and the other atop of yours for control. He was shoving you down, slow, and deep—forcing you to take him down your throat, his strong grip on your hair squashing any chance you had at denying him— though the thought of doing so would never cross your mind. Your body tensed as you struggled to adjust your breathing against his relentless pace. But Tommy, wanting you to only act and not think, soon took mercy—bringing your mouth against the tip of his cock to allow you to catch your breath, before resuming his earlier rhythm.
Forcing your eyes open, you gazed up at him, staring at the small scar underneath his chin, making that your focus. Your vision was blurred from the runny black tears caused by your mascara but you could see him perfectly. His mussed up hair, his open mouth breathing in shallow breaths, the flush spreading up his clavicle and jaw. Tommy himself was also enthralled at the sight of you as he stared down past his cheekbones through his lashes, for someone usually also so composed and in control, you sure did know how to get wild. You were willingly choking around him as you began to swallow, massaging the tip of his cock with the muscles in the back of your throat.
“That’s it. God—that’s it my angel. Good girl,” he grunted out breathlessly, loosening the grip on his hand on your hair and closing his eyes, revelling in the way he felt in you..
After a few moments, you pull slightly away, bringing his tip back into your mouth and humming around him to get his attention back on you. When Tommy finally brought himself to look back at you, you pulled your mouth away from him, keeping him stimulated with your hands as you climbed up on your knees, bringing your open mouth closer to his face—begging.
“Please sir,” you begged, opening your mouth, keeping your eyes on his.
Tommy, wanting nothing more than your mouth back on him, was more that happy to fulfill your request, spitting once more into your mouth and face. His collapse back onto the back of the chair enough to get you back to your task. You continue the ministrations of your hands, alternating the firmness of your grip to keep things interesting and you sat back on your heels. When you sucked his balls into your mouth, Tommy moaned out with unabashed passion as his body twitched slightly beneath you. Switching the positions of your hands and mouth, you took Tommy deep once more, knowing that he wasn’t likely to last that much longer.
His hands returned to your hair as his need got more intense. His fingers wrapping around your dampened tendrils, simultaneously pulling, and pushing. You were moaning around him as you swallowed him back in your throat, the sight of him through your hazy eyes and the sounds of him roaring around the room enough to titillate excitement in your own core with an angry passion.
Desperately, you were seeking the deliverance he offered between his legs. Your mouth whispering prayers around his sculpted and veined skin, consecrating him as your divine. Tommy became your heaven, your hell; your master and prisoner; your salvation and damnation. When he came, he baptized you with his forgiveness and love. The salty and sweet taste of your redemption gushing past your lips and down your chin. Tommy let you pull off him, knowing you would you take great care in cleaning him up. As you were lapping what had spilled down his softening shaft, a few more pumps of his desire sputtered into your hair and jaw. You took him back into your mouth, coaxing the rest of his orgasm with your tongue, a smile trying to form around him as you moaned with glee and satisfaction. Tommy’s eyes were on you, watching as he once again disappeared down your throat, his attention forced solely on the sensation of your tongue on his undershaft. A devilishly handsome smirk on his face as you pulled him away from your mouth with a wet pop to rest your head on his strong thigh, sighing with unadulterated relief. He felt you shake against him where you sat next to his knee.
However, there is no rest for the wicked, and Tommy grabbed you by your hand and pulled you back onto his lap, cradling your tired body against his sweat sheened chest. You hardly even registered the movements as they happened, only focusing on the distance between you and him which closed at such a sluggish pace it felt like slow-motion. Before you were even seated on him, your hands were in his hair, your lips atop of his. You kissed him with a forceful sense of urgency, craving more from the man who was taking everything from you, but leaving you more fulfilled and liberated than ever before.
Tommy was murmuring praises between breaths, his cock firming up again already as you curled yourself further into him, begging him to take take take. He revelled in the taste of himself on your tongue and drank in the delicious flavour, kneading his hands into the softness of your skin. His breathing became shallow as he felt your right hand move down past his hair with a desperate tug, finding the scars on his left clavicle. He didn’t know why it soothed him so much to feel your touch there but it did and as he looked down at you with his heavy lidded and impossibly blue eyes he knew he had you.
Tommy’s hands were digging roughly into your hips as he pushed to get you to move off him. With the help of his strong arms, Tommy guided you around the back of the chair, bending you over, adjusting your knee so that it was angled above on the chairs armrest. Your back arched in preparation as you waited for him to position himself behind you. His hand trailed up and down your back as he assessed you, watching your body shiver and shake under the trail of his palms. A hard slap rang down once more on your bottom cheek, forcing a guttural cry from your lips.
“Tell me princess, should I fuck you now? Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you” he asked briskly, teasing your wanton cunt with his tip while he waited for your reply.
“Yes,my king. Please, please fuck me… I need it please. Fuck me!” pushing your hips back against him you were begging, your voice broken, your body writhing underneath his in pure desperation for relief…for him. “Oh god, fuck me!”
With hands digging hard enough onto your hips to leave bruises, Tommy pushed himself roughly into you, forcing a strangled groan from deep in your throat to escape as the sensation of his rigid cock appeased the aching need between your legs. Already wet, Tommy slid in almost effortlessly, his own control weakening from the intense feeling of being inside of you, from knowing that he owned you. With one hand still holding roughly onto your hip, his other hand travelled around your waist, searching for your clit. It all felt so right. The way his hot and thick cock felt inside of you. The way you fit against him like this. The way he claimed your body as his own. Nothing was there holding the two of you back. No barriers. No business. No family. Just a game between lovers. The thrill of the conquest. The high that came with total victory.
With each lustful, animalistic cry that escaped your lips, you were giving in, allowing him more and more space to go in for the kill, knowing the hunt was coming to an end.
“Tell me what you need princess,” he grunted into your ear as he moved his one hand from his hip to your throat, squeezing his fingers around you ever so slightly.
“You, sir,” you breathed back, struggling against his strength to reach his face with your own, wanting his lips on yours.
“Who do you belong to?” he growled again, circling your clit with even more fervor.
“You! I’m yours. This body is yours, please sir, uh god - fuck me, use me— I’m all for you!” you screamed, grinding yourself against his hand and hips. A litany of other words, some curses, some pleas, some incoherent ramblings, continued to spill out of your mouth as he fucked you.
“I want you to come all over my cock princess. You don’t need to wait— just give it to me. I want it all”
With Tommy giving as much permission as you needed, you came hard and fast around him. Your clenching inner walls tightened, providing him with even more pleasure as he continued to roughly thrust deeply into your now squelching cunt.
Under his hands, he could feel you quiver around him, knowing the pressure of both his cock and his hand would overstimulate you past the point you would be able to hold yourself up. Removing his hand from your mound, he found your supple breasts, greeting them with a savage squeeze before taking your nipples between his powerful fingers one at a time. The crude brutality with which he handled you was enough to ignite the fire within you yet again, as if your previous orgasm was nothing but foreplay.
Without even being aware of moving your body, your hands somehow found the back of Tommy’s neck. Using his longer hair as makeshift reigns, you pulled him closer to you, begging his lips to meet your open mouth. With his own hand still around your neck, Tommy chokes you closer to him still, feeding on the breaths and moans that fell from your tongue like they were to be his last meal. Your head felt as heavy as lead but as light as a feather as his fingers clenched around your throat.
You loved this feeling—the excitement of the capture, the exhilaration that came from being nothing but a tool for his pleasure, the liberation you felt from his domination.
By now Tommy was fucking without much rhythm, just mindlessly burying himself in you over and over again, staving off his own release until he had you screaming, crying, and pulsating wildly around him. Waiting until he had total victory. Until you gave him all that you had left of yourself.
Your open mouth was drooling around his, slinking down past his knuckles where they continued to hold you hostage by your throat. With your muscles choked under his hand, you could scarcely breathe let alone scream, the resistance only allowing for quiet, raspy moans to escape, which Tommy understood regardless.
As another orgasm roared through your body, you violently shuddered under him, your body going limp in his arms. Tommy watched your undoing, felt your usually composed body surrender to him, his cock seeming to swell even more powerfully inside you, gushing with such intensity, it felt as though a river was running through all of his veins and straight to where he met you.
When Tommy finally came inside you, your name was falling from his lips, the cries of his passion silencing when he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, his breath hot and sticky on your skin. You could feel the cum drip hot and slow down your thighs as Tommy continued to spill inside of you, the sensation warming you both physically and metaphysically as you thought of how much he filled you with his release.
With Tommy collapsing on top of you, your bodies fell limp on the back of the chair, his surrounding yours and melting them both down into one. His thrusts inside of you weakened as he finished riding his climax, until he finally pulled out of you, pulling more broken moans and whimpers from your lips.
As Tommy rolled your body over to face him as he stood up, he felt like he could come all over again just from the sight of your face. The unadulterated euphoria radiating from every pore, the tears of exaltation streaming down your face as you cried. Even though your eyes were open, you could not see a thing, your vision white and black and red all at the same time as your body continued to tremble on the chair. Tommy pushed the hair away from your face, humming softly to you as he watched you with your mind in a blurry haze. He could tell you were not registering anything that was happening just yet, the expression not changing in your face even as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom.
Laying you down on the bed, Tommy sat close to you, continuing the gentle strokes on your face until you came back down to him. After a few moments, you did— your head turning into the feeling of his soft caresses until you could suck his thumb into your mouth, needing the comfort of the action to help ground you back to him. When he noticed the light in your eyes return, he finally spoke, his voice a soft whisper which still had the power to echo deep through your veins.
“How are you feeling?”
You tried your best to focus your eyes completely on him, hoping that if your words failed, he could still read your face to know how brilliant you were feeling right now.
“Mmm…’m okay,” your words were weak and shaky, but still audible and coherent. “‘Want you ,” you said as you smiled around the words, trying with all your might to move your leaden limbs to reach for him.
“Shhh… you already have me Y/N. You did so good for me princess, but anymore and you’ll be far too sore tomorrow. You need to rest now.”
“Mm, not like that…I just—I want you, come here…please? Hold me?” With your brain still fuzzy around the edges, you couldn’t be sure of the faint blush you thought you saw flash onto Tommy’s cheeks, but even thought that he might have blushed was enough to bring a dazzling smile onto your lips. A sight that made Tommy’s heart flutter against his ribs as he watched.
Acquiescing to your request, Tommy slid into bed next to you, carefully drawing you closer to him while minding your sensitive backside and thighs. His mouth found your hair, pressing gentle kissing to the top of your head as it rested against his chest. Your heart rate starts fluttering again over how soft he is in this moment. Holding your face in his lithe fingers, he brings your lips to his, beckoning them open with his velvety tongue against you bottom lip. The kiss was soft and slow, allowing you to savour the moment, to treasure the feeling of being all his.
The tenderness that Tommy exhibited toward you made your heart swell, the way he comforted and soothed you back down from your high brought silent tears to spill down your cheeks. Tommy was quick to catch them with his thumb, separating your mouths to murmur praises into your skin.
“Hey, shh shh princess, c’mere, I’ve got you—I’ve got you. You were so good for me today,” he began to say, smoothing his hands all over your body as gently as his voice. “Thank you, Y/N, thank you for giving yourself to me. You have no idea how proud it makes me to know that you’re mine. You’re my princess Y/N.”
Tommy had called you by name, and you were his. The hunt, the game, the capture, and defeat— none of it mattered anymore. You were in his arms, and he was in yours.
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.
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.”
a/n:elo, elo. back at it again with a new chapter. I wanted to post once per week because I thought I wouldn’t be able to write it any quicker. But then I started writing it yesterday and I already have like 16 pages soooo…might as well post some…
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.
Warnings - Utter porn throughout. Under 18? This isn’t for you!
“Yeah, like that don’t you, treacle? Like it when I fuck this pretty little cunt hard, eh?” He growls in your ear, his thick fingers plunging in and out of your soaking core, his other hand grasping your neck, holding you firm as you pant, wailing for him. His thick, gold rings pound against your delicate flesh, his teeth nipping at your earlobe, his voice gone to gravel completely. “Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ wet, darlin’. Literally gushing all over my hand, just the way I like ya.”
Pleasure skitters through you wildly as he assails your walls with each dagger of those two relentless digits, the evocator of your ruin, your big, hairy beast of a man making you feel good, like you’re gilding all over, sat on the hallway table. He couldn’t even wait to get you up the stairs, he was craving you so badly. “Look at me, sweetheart, open those pretty eyes. Yeah, that’s it. You’re my good girl, ain’t ya? Always take it so bloody well.”
He hits you deep, thumb moving to your clit and stroking softly, groaning against your neck as he scatters a constellation of kisses there at your throat, your wails making his cock stiffen, your tight little hole widening more as you tingle for him, glossing his hand further. He literally has you open, dripping and ready for him.
“Alfie, please fuck me. I need you so badly,” you pant, your mouth breaking on a cry as he thumbs your bundle more thoroughly.
“You need my cock, eh, darlin’? That what you’re craving, for me to split you in half and fuck your brains out, yeah?”
“Yes!” you gasp, just the thought causing little pricks of pleasure to melt down your spine. He pulls himself from his trousers, tongue gliding your cheek as he removes the fingers within you, urgently plunging in something considerably bigger and thicker, parting your walls perfectly, evoking a carnal whine of desire.
“Yeah, that’s what you wanted, ain’t it, petal? A nice fat, hot cock. Fuck, you’re so tight.” He grunts, hand holding your neck a little tighter, kissing you with feral longing. Pleasure skirrs through you, immediate, biting, overwhelming, his rigidity filling you entirely, your body lifted from the table with every long, greedy thrust. His hips snap against you sharply, his free hand grasping your thigh, nails digging in, rings cold against your hot flesh as he fucks you, so deep, so damned hard.
Your body is at the mercy of his completely, his bulk encompassing you, hand clutching at your throat a little tighter. “My pretty princess, yeah, you take me well, really love it when I give you a damned good seeing to, eh?”
“Ahhh, fuck yes!”
“Mmmm, I love it when you swear for me.”
“What, when I tell you how I love every inch of you and your perfect, big cock? How it feels when you destroy my cunt with it?” His groan is saturated in lust, your dirty talk making him shudder as you share filthy, open-mouthed kisses, tongues battling, breaths ragged, the swell of euphoria upon you both as it blooms, beautiful and brutal, taking you both, lightning striking home.
Sex like that is always too ferocious to last for a long time, but with Alfie, you’re always guaranteed of a good time.
Omg I love the Ada roommate headcanon! Could you do the same for Polly? Maybe with a woman a little older/same age as Ada (because we accept age gaps in this household) and her and Polly actually get together in the end? I’d die for that(@vikingsxf )
this idea gave me a big gay hard on and honestly I’m so glad you had it; Polly doesn’t get enough love. Ive gone for a younger (Ada age) reader because we definitely support a healthy age gap relationship and i just want to pretend its me who's with polly so. ALSO THIS IS A BIT SMUTTY JUST A LITTLE BIT BUT JUST A WARNING OKAY BABES
you and Ada had been friends since she started at the library
you both had a lot in common and she would tell you about her crazy relatives which always kept you entertained
obviously you had no clue that the Ada Throne you knew was actually thee Ada Shelby
when you finally do meet her brother in one of his unannounced visits to her flat its a massive shock that your besties family are the notorious Shelby's
she brings you out to meet the other brothers and John and Arthur both take a liking to you
when Finn tells Polly about Adas new friend from the city who is breaking hearts all over Birmingham she doesn’t really have much to think
i mean it wouldn’t be the first time the shelby boys lost their heads over a girl (especially dumb and dumber) and it probably won’t be the last
but when she gets the pleasure of meeting you she can’t help but understand why the lads lost their heads
you’re stunning, not just physically
you’re mind is almost too wise for your years
“you’ve got an old soul”
“thank you, Mrs Gray”
“its Miss, and call me Pol”
you’re around a lot
you help in the office with the other women and come for drinks when Tommys in a good mood and feels like having the gang out
Polly’s sass making an impression
you’re really intimidated by her because she’s just this all knowing mature lady who is also really stunning
she invites you and ada over to have a girly evening
you literally don’t want to go
anxious as hell
i feel like Polly is one of those people that gives off this no bullshit vibe, so you’re scared to even chat to her just incase you say the wrong thing
dressing to impress by buying a new outfit and feeling like a fool for it
its the first thing Polly notices when she sees you
“you look ravishing don’t you”
literally blushing all over
stumbling on your words
Ada has no clue whats going on and is so confused
maybe even a little jealous? why are you swooning over her auntie so much
Ada gets a surprise phone call and has to leave and you are wanting to leave with her but Polly all nah stay
this is the (best) WORST CASE SCENARIO PEOPLE
ALONE WITH POLLY
in her HoUSE
getting drunk to hide the fear but then also getting loose lipped
chatting absolute beans with her and she can’t stop laughing at you
Because she loves that you’re a bit scared of her but seeing a more bold side of you kinda turns her on
the drinking night becomes a weekly thing
you start to relax into Polly presence
seeking comfort in your time in her home
Ada doesn’t even get an invite anymore
getting drunk together and her listening while you babble on about literally the most random topics ever
you get two whiskies in and start telling her all the facts you know about giraffes or the fall of the Berlin wall
and she just loves to sit and watch you
insane tension
a lot of staring
touching but nothing that would cross the friendship line, flirting with it though
her doing you makeup and telling you about the wild things she’s done
thatalmost so close you could kiss but without the kiss tension when she’s in your face putting your lipstick on
she says you look good in red, which you don’t believe but at this point she could tell you you looked good in a teletubbie costume and a bitch would be dressed head to toe as Lala
she sees you start to push your comfort zones and she loves it
the new found confidence makes her horny as hell
Jealous Ada is more jealous when she sees you walking round in Polly’s shade of lipstick
“she must really like you to let you borrow that” - but its LACED IN GAY ANGST BECAUSE WTF HOW DID HER AUNT STEAL YOU
i feel like you make the first move
which isn’t something you or Polly expected
like you’ve both been drinking all night and for some reason you start doing vodka shots
and this is the good shit vodka were stalking russian standard pissed off your tits shit love
and you watch her neck those shots like she’s getting paid by the hour
and you just
walk stumble right on over there and fall into her lap
grab that sexy face in both hands and give her the softest kiss she’s ever had in her life
it feels like her first kiss ever
which is saying something because you betcha that womans had a lot of kisses
polly doesnt know how to respond she’s SHOOK
she doesn’t even close her eyes she’s like
literally frozen in shock
pulling straight back
whoops
suddenly all that drunk confidence is gone and you’re hit with that crippling anxiety you get when you’ve done something wrong and been caught for it
Polly grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling you back down
now she’s KISSING YOU AND OH LORD
passion
she’s not even clumsy when she’s drunk like you are this woman is EXPERIENCED
lip biting oh my christ
not that pussyass nibbling but actual biting
and tongue
and i mean after that loves theres no going back really is there
finding your confidence again or maybe just horniness and drifting your hand under her skirt
your newfound confidence surprises her but she refuses to let you know that because hello she’s Polly fucking Gray
“dont start something you can’t finish, little dove”
“do you want me to stop?”
“i didn’t say that”
this is the START OF SOMETHING NEW
leaving her panting and sweating, lipstick smudged and clinging to the arms of the chair
i mean once it happens once its a common occurrence loves
not that either of you are complaining
not just sex but dates in her living room by the fire
walks together arm and arm
nobody really thinks to much of seeing her and you together, either assuming you’re just one of the boys girlfriends or that you’re her niece or something
and they couldn’t be more wrong but their ignorance is bliss
she loves how young you make her feel
and you love how much she takes care of you
i feel like maybe she’s a little nervous of baring all to you; physically and mentally
her body is slightly more mature than yours, things aren’t as new and shiny as yours may be; i feel like she’d take some reassurance maybe before she knew that you wouldn’t just leave her for someone your own age
not that Polly is one to doubt her self worth but she feels like maybe she’s just a phase for you
you wouldn’t want her any other way though; you love her body and lets be real we all do too
she takes even longer to be open about her memories and past
i feel like she slowly but surely reveals more and more about her private life until she can finally trust you with the complete story
the rest of the shelbys know better than to question Polly on her personal choices; but they are happy to see the carefree woman they remember from when they were young
even salty Ada can see the happiness you bring out in her, although she doesn’t want to admit it to herself
Polly buys lingerie for you all the time
being bratty and flashing your bra strap to her in public places
or grabbing her hand and running it under your dress until she can feel the lace of your underwear when you’re both out in the Garrison
she has this “wait until i get you home” look that you’ll do anything to provoke
she teases you until you beg for her to let you finish as punishment
“you see what you get for being naughty, y/n?”
she likes it when you ride her face, because although Polly is still in control she likes to put you in a position of power
and she likes to be able to see all of you when you’re close to the edge
angry sex, because lets be real Polly can be a snappy little bitch and when you both get angry what better way is there to solve the issue than rough lesbian sex
she loves your smile
and your giggle
it makes her feel like a teenager all over again
nobody really understands how you put up with such a intimidating, dominating woman everyday but they don’t see cuddly Polly who likes to be little spoon
she does her very best to keep you out of the family business and always will because you’re one of the only people on earth Polly couldn’t live without
you often joke about how Polly would just move in after you but she knows that after you there would be nobody else for her
“without you my little doll, i couldn’t be me”
lots of lap sitting
hair stroking
the sweetest kisses; she tastes of cherry and whisky
she says you’re like pink gin, sweet tasting and extremely intoxicating
Polly had given up on love until she found you, and now she’s got you best believe she will spend the rest of time she has on earth making sure she keeps you
Warnings drinking, smoking, swearing, smut, p in v, cheating
A/N: when Tommy and y/n have been friends years what happens when they see each other across the room.
It was across the room they locked eyes with each other. They hadn’t seen one another in months and their first interaction was in a pub celebrating a friend’s birthday.
Lizzy was hanging off Tommy acting as if she had won the golden prize. Y/n’s husband was chatting away to someone who’s name Y/n didn’t catch, nor did she care. She either wanted to leave or get drunk but Y/n couldn’t decide right now. Walking towards the bar and leaving her husband Y/n tapped her fingers lightly on the bar minding her own business.
“Fancy seeing you here eh?” The smooth, demanding brummie accent ringed in Y/n ears.
“Well we do know the same people Tommy” Y/n smirked with her back to the man.
Placing her order with the waiter Y/n turned around and locked eyes with Tommy’s icy blue orbs. Y/n knees always went weak when she saw Tommys eyes. They held so much depth and anger but yet we’re so soft at the same time.
Heading a glass bit the bar Y/n turned around and grabbed the glass filled with amber alcohol. Y/n wanted to tease Tommy, taking a slow sip and never breaking eye contact. Smirking to herself she wanted to see a smirk forming on Tommys lips but it never arrived.
She knew it was wrong, she knew she wasn’t meant to have a crush on Tommy but she couldn’t help it. Tommy was handsome, dark haired and could silence a room with a stare. He was friends with Y/n husband and they had known each other for years. But no matter what he did Tommy would always cause Y/n heart to skip a beat.
“You coming to the after party pet?” Tommy asked with a glint of hope in his voice.
“Of course” Y/n tried to keep a straight face but could feel the smirk growing on her face.
The night was still young and Y/n was getting agitated. The people started to bore her and the drink was getting harder to order. More and more people started to gather around the bar making it impossible for Y/n to get through. Getting inpatient she decided enough was enough, heading outside of the pub. Grabbing a pack of cigarettes out
of her bag, Y/n couldn’t find any matches. The night seemed to be getting worse by the minute. A soft stroke of a single match lighting caught Y/n attention. She slowly turned around and saw the one person that she knew could calm her down.
TW: very little plot after the straight up porn part that you’ll find at the very beginning. Mature language, explicit content, dom!michael -If you are not 18 you read under your OWN responsability, i am no one to tell you what you can or can’t do. Also, FREE OF SPOILERS! She/her pronouns.
A/N: 416 words. I needed to get this out of my brain, so enjoy the small thing.
It was a swift sway, where every single movement sent shivers that made my body react to his almost uncontrollably. And I mean almost, because his hands kept me steady, and feeling the soft yet deadly grip he had on my hips and the words that left his mouth reminded me how much I wanted to keep going.
“Fuck,” he whined while throwing his head back and hardening his grip. He breathed in and sat straight again, his eyes met mine. “You look so good right now. Such a little, desperate girl. Who knew you were this desperate, huh?” he smiled “If I had known, I would have fucked you the minute I found out. But, you are here now” he said between heavy breaths, “, yeah, you are here. Cockdrunk, almost dumb…” as he spoke, he moved a strand of hair from my face, and placed it behind my ear. I couldn’t form a single word, the necessity or release had taken over my body and mind.
I was always an insecure girl, about my height, my body, my arms, my legs… and none of that existed at that moment. The only thought in my mind was a constant reassurance of how good he felt inside of me, and the only two sounds my body could produce were: my moans and the raw sounds of him now fucking me bloody dumb. “Not only are you absolutely desperate, but you are also the most gorgeous girl ever, and there’s no one else I would rather fuck-” his statement got interrupted by a laugh.
Oh, he noticed.
“You liked it, hhm? Me, calling you gorgeous?” His laugh made his whole body vibrate, and I moaned involuntarily.
“Y/N?” he asked, “Y/N, what do you think?”
Goosebumps travelled through my body, and as I looked up, I saw various pairs of eyes staring at me, waiting for an answer.
“Sorry, I-I am… uh… what was the question?” I shifted in my chair, trying to find a comfortable position, one that would allow me to ignore how my body was reacting to the memory from the night before.
“I want to know what you think about the way the business is going to be done,” Tommy spoke while trying to decipher where my mind was.
“Right, the business. Yeah, as long as we stay legal.” Polly left out a breathy laugh, and I looked around the room, everyone was staring at Tommy, but Michael. Michael was staring at me, eyes knowing everything, and a promising smile.
