(Thomas Shelby x Fem Reader) 18+
Warnings: Swearing, Pregnancy, Assault, Possessiveness, Fluff, Smut: P in V, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Oral (F Receiving), Fingering
Author’s Note: Hiya! Finally back with another Thomas Shelby oneshot :) This one might be a bit more intense than the last, just a small warning. Also, I’ll be offline again for a while now, because I need to prepare myself for a few months filled with loads of work. Nevertheless, I’ll try to keep working on stories or oneshots for later! Enjoy reading! (Inspo: Lilith_lonelysoul)
Thomas Shelby was not a broken man when they met. Not yet. He smiled every day, loved Y/N deeply, but that all collapsed. The war changed him. And when he chose violence as a solution to his problems, Y/N left, unaware that she was carrying a part of him within her womb.
She wrote to him once, asking if he was willing to talk, but he never replied. Seeing no alternative, she moved on and married another man. He accepted the girl as his own, and they enjoyed a peaceful life together.
However, because of her husband's work, they were forced to move to Birmingham. Less than a week had passed when she saw him. He was standing with a group of other men, all wearing identical caps and coats. She pretended not to see him, yet a sense of dread enveloped her, one she could not shake off.
Thomas stood with his men, smoking a cigarette when he spotted Y/N. And the little girl grasping her hand. It was her eyes that sent a chill down his spine. The same ice-blue eyes that judged him when he looked in the mirror.
That same night, he stood before Y/N’s door. He did not bother to knock, simply entered as if he owned the place. He found her then, packing her suitcase.
“Packing already?” he murmured from the doorway.
Y/N quickly spun around, her hand instinctively reaching for the gun hidden in her suitcase. Locking eyes with him, she swallowed hard before whispering, “Thomas…”
She allowed her body to relax just a bit, realising he was not an intruder, at least not in the traditional sense, but her fingers lingered near the gun.
Thomas arched an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from the suitcase to the gun, lingering on her long, elegant fingers wrapped around the butt of the weapon. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as his eyes returned to her face.
“Still quick to reach for a weapon, eh?” he remarked, his tone calm and composed.
She straightened up, lifting the gun and gripping it firmly in her hand.
“It’s Birmingham. You of all people should know how dangerous it is.”
He shrugged casually, stuffing his hands in his pockets and taking a few steps toward her. His eyes darted back to the gun before he let out a low, mocking chuckle.
“Right. Because your dainty little gun will protect you from all the scum in this town.”
She smirked, releasing a scoff as she replied, “Scum like you?”
Thomas’ smirk widened, a glint of something dangerous in his eyes as he took another step closer. He tilted his head slightly, examining her with that same scrutinising look.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he purred, “if I were the scum here…you wouldn't be holding that gun anymore.”
She couldn’t resist rolling her eyes, allowing the gun to slip from her grasp as it fell back into the suitcase. Turning around once more, she resumed gathering her clothes.
“What are you doing here, Thomas?”
His expression grew more serious, his amusement fading as he watched her turn away. He reached into the suitcase before she could stop him, his fingers brushing against the gun before grabbing it and tossing it onto a nearby table.
“I think you already know why I’m here,” he said quietly, positioning himself behind her. “Six years old. Eyes like mine.”
His voice was strained with something close to anger and pain as he pressed on, “You kept my child from me.”
Y/N paused for a brief moment, before continuing her motions.
In a flash, Thomas reacted, one hand slamming the suitcase shut while the other seized her wrist, turning her around to face him. She gasped at the abrupt movement, her eyes wide with shock as she met his intense gaze. His eyes glowed with something fierce and relentless.
“Don't,” he hissed, “don’t you fucking lie to me.”
His grip tightened just enough for discomfort. “You think I don’t know? That I didn't see myself in that girl’s eyes?”
Her gaze darted between his for a moment before she exhaled, “I tried…I wrote to you-“
“Yeah, you wrote to me,” he interjected, his grip not loosening. “And do you know what I got, love? Crumbs, half-baked letters without a single mention of a child.”
“You’d changed…I wasn’t sure you even wanted the child.” she replied softly, averting her gaze.
Thomas leaned closer, using his free hand to gently lift her chin, compelling her to meet his gaze once more. There was a deep, painful urgency in his eyes, a vulnerability he rarely ever showed. “Changed…” he repeated, then let out a brief scoff. “Of course, I changed, war does that to a man. But that doesn't change the fact that you should have told me. You should have given me a chance, a choice.”
She returned his intense stare, the familiar defiant spark reigniting in her eyes as she responded, “I was desperate too, Thomas. I was scared, pregnant and alone. I never meant to hide her from you. But I did. Because in the end, nothing mattered more than keeping her safe.”
His expression softened almost imperceptibly at her words, but his grip on her wrist remained firm. He traced his thumb over the pulse point there, an instinctive, intimate gesture he didn't even seem to realise he was making.
“Safe from me, you mean. You thought I'd hurt my own child?”
She snatched her wrist from his hold, attempting to reclaim some control over the situation. “Don’t make assumptions, Thomas. I know you’d never hurt her. But your world would.”
Thomas allowed her to pull away, yet his gaze remained fixed on hers. He exhaled sharply before continuing, “My world? You think I wouldn't tear apart anyone who dared come near her? That I wouldn’t burn every last one of them to the ground just to keep her safe?”
His voice dropped lower, his head tilting slightly. “Or is it you don't trust me enough for that?”
She quickly shook her head, taking a measured step back.
“This isn’t about trust Thomas. I don’t want her to live a life where she’s feared…feared because of what her father might do. I can give her a normal life, away from all this violence and killing.”
Thomas scoffed again, running an agitated hand through his hair. “And how are you doing that, love? Letting some other man raise my daughter as his own?” he mocked, the words leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Paul sees her as his own! He loves her just like a father would!” she countered, never breaking eye contact.
His expression twisted with rage and a hint of jealousy at her words.
“Paul,” he echoed, spitting the name as if it were poison, “That spineless fool you married?”
He stepped closer again, his body nearly pressed against hers as he leaned in, “You think he can protect her like I can? Love her like I can?”
Yet Y/N did not retreat, instead she maintained her gaze with his, an intensity igniting in her eyes, one that only a protective mother could possess.
“How could you possibly think you’re a better father than him? You don’t even know her!”
Thomas took a sharp breath before grabbing her wrist again, a gesture filled with desperation. “I don't know her because you took that choice from me! You stole six years of my life with my child!” he snarled, moving even closer and nearly pinning her against the wall.
Her breath caught as her back met the wall, but her gaze never wavered.
“Every fucking choice I made was to make sure she could grow up safe and happy. And she did. I won’t let you ruin that now.”
He was now close enough for her to sense the warmth radiating from his body. His eyes flicked over her face, absorbing every detail he had missed for the last six years. His hand drifted from her chin to her hip, his grip almost possessive. “Do you think she’ll be happy when she finds out the truth? When she finds out who her real father is?”
Y/N gradually shook her head, closing her eyes as a trembling sigh escaped her lips. “Don’t…she won’t…” she whispered.
His voice lowered to a deep growl, his hold on her hip tightening, not to the point of pain, but enough to let her know he had her exactly where he desired.
He leaned in even closer, his breath warm against her ear, “You can't keep the truth from her forever, love. Sooner or later, she'll find out. And when she does, she'll want to know me. To know her real father.”
Opening her eyes, she met his gaze again. And for a brief moment, Thomas recognised that same sweet and timid woman he had fallen in love with so many years ago. Y/N’s tone turned more vulnerable, “I can’t let anything happen to her…I love her so much…I…I couldn’t live if anything-“ she began but stopped herself, unable to finish the sentence.
Thomas froze at the raw fear in her voice, causing his grip to loosen slightly as a softer expression crossed his face. He took a deep breath before resting his forehead against hers.
“Nothing will happen to her,” he muttered, almost like a vow. “Not while I'm breathing.”
She allowed herself to close her eyes, a stray tear running down her cheek.
However, she was pulled out of the moment when a soft voice filled the room, “Mama?”
Y/N quickly turned her attention to her daughter, her small frame standing in the doorway.
Without casting another glance at Thomas, she approached Irene, kneeling in front of her. Irene’s eyes were wary as she looked at Thomas, feeling intimidated by the unfamiliar man before shifting her gaze to her mother as Y/N spoke, “You should be asleep…”
“I heard loud noises, mama. I was scared.” Irene responded, her wide eyes darting between Y/N’s, who offered a soft smile while her fingers lightly brushed against the little girl’s arm.
“I’m sorry, baby…you don’t need to be scared, okay?” she reassured her daughter, but Irene looked at Thomas, her voice dropping to a whisper, “Who is that man?”
“An old friend who came to visit…” Y/N answered calmly, not even glancing in his direction.
Thomas experienced an unusual longing in his chest as he observed the little girl, his daughter, interacting with her mother. He had missed six years of these moments. Her first word, her first steps, her first smile. Six years he could never get back.
Something about Irene’s demeanour, the way her fingers clung tightly to her mother, and her wariness in the presence of a stranger, struck him fiercely.
Y/N gently cupped her cheeks and placed a tender kiss on the top of her head. “Why don’t you go back to bed, mhm? It’s late…” she murmured softly.
Irene’s gaze shifted back to Thomas, looking at him one last time before she nodded and vanished into the dim and quiet hallway.
A heavy silence enveloped the room, laced with unspoken words and concealed feelings. Y/N rose to her feet again, finally returning her attention to him.
“She’s safe and happy now. Don’t take that away from her just because of something you want.”
Thomas clenched his jaw, his expression hardening again. He took a step towards her, closing the distance almost completely.
“Something I want?” he scoffed, “That child is mine. You had no right to keep her from me.”
She sighed heavily, shrugging her shoulders. “She’s six Thomas. She wouldn’t understand…”
Frustration flashed across his face. He dragged a hand down his jaw, an old habit he resorted to when attempting to control himself.
“She won't understand? Or you won’t?” he asked, his voice lowering to a dangerous tone. “Because I could make her understand right now if you'd just let me try.”
She scoffed and turned her gaze away, but this time, she had no response. All the words died on her tongue. Noticing her silence, Thomas moved, his hand finding her chin and tilting it so she would meet his gaze.
“You're scared.” he stated, his eyes scanning her face. “You're not worried about what she'd think of me. You're worried she'll want to stay with me.”
Y/N looked back into his eyes, the defiance still evident but now tinged with a trace of fear. Fear from the realisation that he was right.
“Don’t…just- just stop Thomas…”
His grip on her chin softened slightly, his thumb brushing against her skin in a gesture that was almost tender. He leaned in just enough for their noses to nearly touch, close enough for her to sense his warmth. “Maybe,” he murmured, “you’re worried you’ll want to stay with me.”
Those words caused her to snap, the palm of her hand striking his cheek. Thomas’ head snapped to the side from the force of the slap, his hand rising to the now reddened skin. He gradually turned his head back to her, meeting her gaze.
“Feel better?” he asked, his voice deceptively calm.
She stepped back, her eyes more glassy than before. His words ignited all sorts of emotions she did not understand. She was ready to strike again, but he caught her wrist, pulling her forward with such force that she stumbled against him. His free hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back as he leaned down and captured her lips with his.
She placed her hands on his chest in an effort to push him away, yet he remained completely still. The sensation of his lips on hers resurrected a multitude of past memories, making it impossible for her to pull away even if she wanted to.
Thomas kissed her roughly, pouring six years of repressed longing and frustration into that singular kiss. His fingers wove deeper into her hair, holding her more securely against him. He could sense the warmth of her body pressed against his, the familiar scent and softness of her overwhelming him with a blend of desire and anger. He nipped at her lower lip, demanding entry, his fingers digging into her hip.
Y/N pulled back just enough to speak, her breathing heavier than before, “Thomas…don’t…don’t do this…“
He ignored her plea, pressing his forehead against hers once more as he struggled to control his breathing. His hold on her hip relaxed slightly, yet he did not release her. “You want me to stop,” he muttered, “but you're not pushing me away.”
She released a shaky sigh, shutting her eyes.
“I can’t…but I know I have to…”
He breathed out slowly, his hand gliding from her hip to her lower back, drawing her even closer.
“Stop fighting this,” he whispered against her skin, his lips finding the soft spot at the base of her throat, just above her collarbone. He felt her shiver in his embrace, the subtle quiver of her body against his only intensifying his desire. “Just let go for a moment.”
She slowly shook her head, yet her body instinctively reacted to his touch, her head tilting backward.
“I can’t Thomas, if I let go I…I might not be able to ever go back…”
Thomas’ grip tightened slightly in response to her words, his lips still pressed against the delicate skin of her throat. He could feel every shuddering breath she took, every pulse of heat beneath his fingers. “Then don’t.” he replied before lightly dragging his teeth over the spot he had just kissed. “I want you with me. Where you belong.”
A shiver coursed up Y/N’s spine, her hands sliding from his chest to his back.
“I’m married. I-I love Paul…” she countered, desperately clinging to her last shred of rationality.
He let out a scoff at the mention of her husband, his jaw clenching as he continued his path down her neck, kissing, licking, and nipping at the tender flesh there, marking her as his own again.
“You might love him,” he muttered against her skin, his hand sliding lower, “But you belong to no one but me.”
She cursed herself for letting this happen, her hand gliding up his back to the nape of his neck. “I hate you for this.” she murmured, causing a low chuckle to escape his throat.
He placed another kiss on her pulse, taking a moment to relish the way her heartbeat had accelerated beneath his lips. “You can hate me all you want.” he responded, his hand sliding over the curve of her ass before giving it a light squeeze. He pulled her closer, his mouth moving up to her ear. “But I know you never stopped loving me.”
Y/N sighed, knowing he was right. He never left her mind or her heart. Each time she looked at Irene, she was reminded of him, reminded of what could have been.
“I-“ she began, but Thomas interrupted her, silencing whatever weak protest she was about to make by crashing his lips back against hers. His kiss was rough, demanding, pouring all of his pent-up frustration and need into it.
One hand wove through her hair while the other held her waist possessively, gripping her so firmly that escape would have been impossible even if she tried.
“You don't get to run from this,” he growled against her mouth, “not again.”
However, this time, Y/N stopped fighting. She let go, if only for a second. Both of her hands cradled his face, her lips moving against his with passion and desire.
A low groan of satisfaction rumbled through Thomas’ chest at her surrender. He lifted her up effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing at all, his hands moving to her thighs, hitching them up around his waist.
He walked the short distance to a nearby couch and gently lowered her down onto her back, his body covering hers immediately as he continued to kiss her with an almost desperate hunger.
Sensing his familiar weight upon her, she emitted a soft moan. Her legs tightened around his waist, any logical thought banished from her mind.
His hands secured her hips as he ground himself against her. The friction between them was intoxicating, his cock hardening with every second that passed.
“You feel that? That’s what you do to me.” he growled, giving her hips a firm squeeze.
Her head fell back, her hands gripping the fabric of his coat as she softly moaned, “Tommy…please…”
Thomas let out a rough groan at the way she said his name, his hands moving to rip open her blouse, buttons scattering across the floor as he revealed her skin to him.
“Say it again,” he demanded, his lips trailing from her throat to her chest, one of his hands already unhooking her bra, “like you used to.”
She couldn’t help but smile at his request, gazing down at him while she removed his coat.
“You know I never said it unless you made me…”
He grinned, his breath brushing against the newly exposed skin of her chest, her delicate flesh making his mouth water.
“And yet, you always did. All I had to do was touch you, and you'd fall apart for me.” he replied, bringing his free hand up to weave into her hair, tilting her head back before pressing a rough kiss to the underside of her jaw.
“I want to hear you say it. I want to hear my name on that pretty little mouth of yours.”
Releasing a deep sigh, her eyes fluttered shut, her words a teasing whisper, “You’re not the only one who changed, Thomas. I won’t break that easily…”
Thomas let out a low, mocking chuckle, pulling back just enough to look down at her. His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back further to expose the smooth, pale column of her throat.
“Is that a challenge, love?” he purred, his voice laced with both desire and warning. “You should know that I always win. Especially with you.”
Y/N looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her fingers gently sliding off his braces.
“I told you Thomas, I’ve changed.”
He observed her with a focus that was nearly dangerous, his eyes dark as he leaned down once more, his lips hovering mere inches from hers. “I think I'll enjoy making you crumble all over again,” he growled before capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss. His tongue slipped past her lips, searching for hers, while his hand slid over her chest, cupping one of her breasts.
She let out a soft moan into his mouth as his thumb grazed her sensitive nipple, her legs tightening even more around him, making Thomas groan against her lips. His thumb circled roughly over her nipple, pinching it just hard enough to pull a gasp from her.
“Still so responsive for me,” he muttered before trailing a heated path of kisses down the column of her throat. His teeth grazed over a delicate spot before he sucked a bruise into place, marking what was always his.
Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed at his touch, her pussy already tingling in anticipation. A soft gasp escaped her mouth when Thomas captured her nipple with his lips, her hand settling on the back of his head.
He grinned against her skin, sensing the way her body responded to him, his teeth nipping lightly at the hardened peak before soothing it with a slow drag of his tongue.
One hand slid down to hike up her skirt, his fingers teasing along the damp fabric that concealed her most sensitive area. “Your body still remembers me…”
Her breath hitched, her back arching into him as she moaned softly, “Fuck…”
Thomas’ smirk widened as he heard her curse, his fingers continuing to tease her cunt through her panties. He leaned in closer, his mouth brushing just above her ear, his lips hovering over the shell as he spoke in a low, hoarse voice, “I bet Paul doesn’t get you as wet as I do.”
Y/N instantly frowned at his words, locking eyes with him. “Don’t mention him right now…” she murmured in a stern tone.
He released a mocking laugh at her response, his fingers finally slipping beneath the fabric of her underwear, fingertips gliding through her folds. He groaned as he felt just how soaked she was for him.
“Or what?” he taunted, circling the tip of his finger over her clit, just slowly enough to drive her wild.
A deep moan left her lips, her legs tightening around him. She emitted a frustrated groan at how effortlessly he silenced her, her nails brushing against his scalp.
His desire flared at the sound of her moan, his finger descending lower as he entered her opening, his lips reconnecting with hers. His kisses were now filled with desperation and hunger. “I know the truth, love,” he murmured against her mouth, “Your husband might touch you, but it's me you think about when he does.”
She released a shaky breath against his lips, her hips instinctively twitching in response to his touch. “That’s not…true…oh fuck…”
Thomas smirked at the way her body betrayed her words, his finger curling perfectly inside her. He nipped at her bottom lip while observing the pleasure dance across every inch of her beautiful face.
“Liar,” he whispered dangerously, “Your cunt’s squeezing me like it's been starved for this.”
Y/N let out a surprised moan the instant he found that sweet spot, both of her hands moving to clutch his back.
He groaned as he watched her unraveling beneath him, her nails digging into his back, her body arching for more. He added a second finger without warning, pressing against that sweet spot repeatedly just to hear the sharp cry that left her lips.
“Say it,” he ordered against the frantic pulse of her throat, “Tell me who you’ve always belonged to.”
Despite her body’s reaction, Y/N still managed to shake her head. She refused to allow him that satisfaction. Not when her thoughts remained somewhat rational.
Thomas let out a low chuckle as he watched her stubborn refusal. Her body writhed under his touch, yearning for release, yet her lovely little mind still attempted to deny him everything.
“You've always been a stubborn thing.” he murmured before withdrawing his fingers from her, causing her to emit a moan of both protest and relief.
“Maybe I need to take another approach.”
His fingers came up to his mouth to suck them clean, his sharp blue eyes never leaving her face. “Keep trying to fight it, love,” he warned, his voice hoarse and deep, ”see where that gets you.”
In a quick motion, he pulled down her skirt and panties, positioning his hands at the back of her knees and hooking them over his shoulders.
Y/N gasped sharply at the abrupt movement, her hands clenching around the leather of the couch in a desperate effort to maintain her balance.
“Thomas what the fuck are you-“
Thomas didn’t let her finish, silencing her question as he began to suck on her clit, eliciting a ragged moan from deep within her throat. Her eyes squeezed shut, her hips instinctively grinding against his face.
He let out an appreciative hum against her, his hands squeezing the back of her thighs with enough pressure to leave marks. He sucked harder, driving her to the brink of madness, before pulling back just enough to explore her wet cunt with his tongue.
Y/N’s moans reverberated through the room, her body arching, twitching, squirming, doing everything and nothing at once. The sensations were overwhelming, yet in the most delightful way possible.
Thomas groaned as he felt her body tense, her hips bucking against his mouth, her fingers gripping the leather of the couch. He dragged his tongue up one final time before pulling back slightly to concentrate on her clit, sucking and nibbling at it. He observed her closely, determined to see her unravel.
She released a loud gasp, her legs quivering as she approached the edge. Her eyes shut tight as her body succumbed to the pleasure, waves of ecstasy flowing through her bones. She let out a strangled cry, a sound caught between a moan and a gasp.
With a smirk, Thomas pulled away, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He gently lowered her body back down, watching her legs tremble.
“Enjoy that, did you?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.
Y/N was at a loss for words, her breathing heavy and uneven as she reeled in the afterglow of pleasure. Her eyes gradually opened, locking onto his gaze. A blend of emotions danced in her eyes, satisfaction, surprise, and even a trace of love that had never left.
He removed his shirt, his gaze burning into hers as he stared down at her. His eyes roamed over her face, noting the flush that coloured her cheeks, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, and the sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. He wanted to drown himself in her and never come up for air.
With a hard swallow, she regained her voice, “Thomas…I-I shouldn’t…”
However, he interrupted her, lifting his hand to press his finger against her lips.
“Don’t.” he said, his voice low and rough, “Your body can’t lie like your lips can.”
She sighed heavily and closed her eyes, a single teardrop rolling down her cheek.
Thomas’ expression softened at the sight, gently brushing the tear away with his thumb, his heart tightening in his chest. He knew that there was far more at play than merely the physical desire he sought from her.
“Look at me,” he murmured quietly.
Slowly opening her eyes, she locked her gaze with his.
He held her gaze for an extended moment, his expression transforming from the predatory desire of earlier to something far more intricate, something raw and vulnerable. His fingers traced the curve of her cheekbone, lingering there for a second too long.
“You think I don’t know?” he whispered roughly, “That you're torn between what you want and what you think is right?”
Y/N searched his eyes, her voice scarcely above a whisper, “Then what are we doing Thomas…”
His eyes narrowed, a fleeting expression of pain crossing his features. His hand caressed the contour of her jaw, his voice rough as he replied, “Pretending.”
“Pretending that this isn't exactly what we both want.”
His statement was more accurate than she ever wished to acknowledge. She held his gaze for a moment longer before whispering, very quietly, “Fuck me Thomas…”
His eyes turned into pools of pure hunger, all remnants of the vulnerability and pain from before vanishing. His grip on her jaw tightened slightly as he growled his response, his voice low and thick with longing, “You'll regret that.”
“I know…” she answered, nodding slowly.
Thomas groaned lowly at her quiet admission, his hands swiftly moving to his belt. He unbuckled it with sharp, impatient movements, his eyes locked on hers as he lowered this trousers just enough to free his erect cock.
“Last chance. Tell me to stop or don’t speak at all.”
Biting the inside of her cheek, Y/N chose to remain silent. Thomas exhaled sharply through his nose, a mix of frustration and satisfaction. In one rough motion, he turned her onto her stomach and spread her legs, his hand wrapping around her throat.
“You asked for this,” he growled as he pressed the head of his cock against her soaked entrance, “Now take it.”
She gasped softly at the sensation, followed by a louder gasp as she felt his hard cock push deep into her cunt.
He groaned as he bottomed out inside her, her tight, wet heat clenching around him like a vise. He tightened his hold on her throat just a little before pulling out almost completely and slamming back in. “Louder,” he demanded, “let me hear you.”
Y/N moaned with each deep thrust he delivered, her fingernails scratching the leather couch.
She raised her voice slightly, the words emerging as moans, “Oh fuck…Thomas…”
He emitted a low growl, his hips slamming into hers harder with every thrust. His fingers flexed against her throat, not enough to cut off her air, but just enough to make her feel it.
Every deep thrust brought her closer to the brink, her moans growing increasingly louder. He reached depths within her that Paul never could, causing her toes to curl in ecstasy.
Thomas could sense Y/N approaching her climax, his own release nearing quickly. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Who do you belong to?”
She shook her head, her voice taking on a desperate tone, “Don’t make me say it…please…”
She gasped as he began to press her body into the couch with each thrust, ensuring his cock was as deeply inside her as physically possible.
He groaned at her reluctance, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he pursued his own climax.
“Say it!” he yelled against the shell of her ear, “Say it, Y/N!”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she became overwhelmed with pleasure, pushing all logical thoughts aside. The moment she tipped over the edge, her body trembling from the force of her orgasm, she lost all control as the words simply spilled out, “I belong to you!! I belong to you Thomas!”
He let out a feral groan as her declaration drove him to his own climax, his hips moving erratically as he released himself deep within her. His grip on her throat tightened slightly, his forehead resting against the damp skin of her back.
“And don't you ever forget it.”
Y/N fought to regain her breath, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her release. She was unable to think clearly for a moment. All she could do was feel. Feel how his essence coated her walls, how deep he remained buried inside her, how his weight pinned her down.
Thomas was just as breathless, his grip on her throat gradually easing. He tenderly brushed her hair aside, placing a gentle kiss on the soft, exposed skin of her neck before allowing his lips to wander downwards, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses along her spine.
Releasing a slow, reluctant breath, he slowly pulled out, his fingers lingering on her hips for a moment longer than necessary. He observed as his cum leaked from her onto the couch, the sight sending another sharp pulse of heat up his spine.
She remained motionless for a few moments longer before quietly pushing herself up, retrieving her blouse from the floor and using it to cover herself.
Thomas watched her with a heavy gaze, his jaw clenching as he took in the sight of her covering herself, the way she couldn't even meet his eyes. “Don't.” he muttered gruffly, “Don’t you dare make me leave.”
She slowly shook her head, her voice significantly quieter than before, “I don’t have to…”
His gaze tracked her movements like a predator as he leaned back against the couch, observing her as she dressed. His eyes narrowed as the fabric of her clothing concealed her body once more, the body he had just possessed, the body that was now no longer available to him.
“You're still leaving Birmingham.” he stated.
She nodded slowly, her fingers tracing the edges of her suitcase.
Thomas watched her for a moment, an unfamiliar ache settling in his chest. He shook off the feeling, clearing his throat before he spoke again, his voice rougher than before.
“You know I’ll come find you?”
Y/N nodded once more, finally turning to meet his gaze. Despite the pain in her heart, she managed a soft smirk, lowering her voice, “I know. But I’ll pretend that I don’t.”
