#tom drabble
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
TOM:Part 1||Part 2||Part 3||Part 4||Part 5||Part 6||Part 7||Part 8||Part 9||Part 10||Part 11
Requests are opened
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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