Summary: Itâs Christmas Eve in Birmingham and Tommy canât shake the dislike he has for the barmaid working at The Garrison. What will he do when they come face to face?
Warnings: bad language, mentions of injury and blood, angst.
Word Count: I got very carried away on this one, 5229
A/N: I created this for @runnning-outof-time Holiday BINGO challenge using the four prompts from the forth line down horizontally; âmust include: a kiss, forced proximity, Christmas Eve, angstâ. Although this has a slight Christmas theme itâs not too Christmassy so perfect to enjoy at any time of the year! Thank you for creating this challenge, K, I had a lot of fun writing it!
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The smoke from his nearly spent cigarette billowed out in front of him as he made his way down the cobbled streets, the cold December air nipping at his cheeks. Fresh snow had covered the ground and he couldnât help but think how much nicer the streets looked when you couldnât see the dirt and smoke of Birmingham. Snow was still falling, filling in the footprints on the pavement made by other passers by.
He flicked the now burnt out cigarette onto the ground, almost excited to be out of the dropping temperatures and into the warmth of The Garrison.
His stomach was in knots as he reached the entrance, a feeling he wasnât used to.
âOh âere he is! How are ya Tommy lad?â
A lanky man with slicked back hair approached him not a second after he stepped through the door and into the bustling laughter filled pub.
âHello Arthur, nice to see you on your feet for onceâ
Tommy brushed his coat down removing the flakes of snow that had landed on it as he made his way over to the bar with Arthur in tow.
âWell I thought since itâs Christmas Eve Iâd better save the fun for later, besides, that pretty barmaid is working todayâ
Fuck.
Tommy had hoped sheâd decided to take Arthur up on his offer of the night off, a request made by Tommy himself to his brother. Fat chance of that happening, it would be far too convenient.
âWell brother, Iâm sure if you give her your best smile then sheâll take you home with herâ, Tommy smirked, trying to cover up the tension he could feel spreading across his face. He removed his coat and hung it over the back of the stool.
âNah I donât think so, Tom. I âeard she likes men with dark hair and blue eyesâ, Arthur slapped Tommy across the back before taking a seat next to him, beckoning for the pretty barmaid to come over and serve them.
âI think she likes whoever pays attention to her unless they have dark hair and blue eyes from what Iâve heardâ, he reached for a cigarette from his pocket, doing his best to avoid eye contact with the woman who was now walking over to them.
âSame as usual, boys?â, she smiled sweetly at them both, resting her palms on the bar and leaning forwards slightly. Tommy would have missed her smile had he done better at avoiding her approach. Fuck that beautiful smile.
Arthur looked to Tommy, waiting for him to say something but soon realised it wasnât going to happen.
âYes please love, make sure you take this and keep it for yourself. Youâve been workinâ long, âard shifts âere at the pub, you could have taken the night off like I told you to!âArthur gave a side glance in Tommy's direction before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a five pound note.
Tommy snuck a look at his brother. What the fuck was he doing giving her that much money?
Her eyes widened at the sight of the note and she shifted uncomfortably on her feet knowing that Tommy would probably be quite frankly pissed off that Arthur was giving her pay way above her monthly wage, let alone her daily wage.
She hadnât had much interaction with Tommy, well other than that one evening in the pub but neither of them spoke of it again since that night, but she knew him well enough from the things Arthur would drunkenly tell her when heâd come in to raid the bar.
âArthur, I really canât accept this. Thank you so much for the offer but this is way too much, I couldnât possiblyâŠâ she began.
âNow now, I wonât hear of it. You keep it, love. Buy yourself something nice for Christmasâ
She shifted her gaze to Tommy who was now looking even more tense than usual, a freshly lit cigarette between his lips. It almost made her jolt when he raised his head and looked at her, his icy eyes of blue almost burning right through her.
âSheâs right yâknow Arthur. That really is too muchâ, he held his smoke between his fingers now, not breaking eye contact with her as he spoke, âtwo shillings would doâ
Her mouth dropped open slightly, the embarrassment from this whole interaction causing a fresh flush of red to her cheeks. She pushed the five pound note back towards Arthur as Tommy flicked the shillings onto the bar, looking away from his gaze as quickly as she could.
âTom, don't be a stingy bastard!â Arthur grabbed the coins from the bar and pushed the note back towards the barmaid who now looked as though she wanted the ground to swallow her up.
âIâm not, two shillings is more than sheâs used to. Besides, I heard John only gave her one shilling for her duties the other nightâ, there was a slight amount of mocking in his tone, one that he hoped would hit a nerve.
âIâm sorry, what?â Her eyebrows furrowed as she turned to Tommy fully now, raising her hands up to settle on either side of her waist.
âYou heard what I said, now go and get our drinks. Iâm sure Arthur will give you the shillings back at the end of the nightâ.
Her blood was boiling now. Had he just insinuated that she was a whore? What had John told Tommy? Was he trying to make her feel worthless? If he was, it was definitely working. She wanted to scream in his face that she was anything but a whore, that sheâd only ever slept with one man, but something inside her kept her tongue from spilling out all the words she wanted to say. Instead she relaxed her features not wanting Tommy to know that heâd well and truly pissed her off.
âOf course, Mr. Shelby. Right awayâ
She scurried off to grab their usual brand of Irish whiskey and had half a mind to spit in the glass that sheâd give to Tommy. As much as that would bring his secret joy she knew better than to fuck with a Peaky Blinder, especially Tommy Shelby.
Grabbing the bottle by the neck as well as two whiskey glasses she soon returned to the brothers sitting at the bar, both men watching her every move.
âYour drinks, gentlemen. Will that be all?â
She could feel the anger and humiliation from Tommys words only moments ago still simmering under the surface but did her best to keep a smile on her face. She needed this job no matter how shit her boss's brother treated her.
âFor now, yes. Oh and uh, Y/N, John said to tell you he had a good time the other nightâ
What the fuck was he talking about? And when the fuck did he care to remember her name? At this point her mind was racing with questions, ones she knew there was no point in asking especially not to Tommy Shelby. Sheâd already found out from this whole conversation that he wasnât in the mood to talk and would more than likely fire her on his brother's behalf right there on the spot if she so much as looked at him funny.
She huffed as quietly as she could before gently nodding to Arthur, picking up the stray empty glasses scattered along the bar as she made her way down to the other end, as far away from Tommy fucking Shelby as she could.
âWhat the fuck was all that about brother?â, Arthur turned to Tommy now, his face a puzzle of confusion, âSheâs a good lass she is! What the fuck are you doing treating her like that? Sheâs the best worker Iâve âad âere in a long while. And whatâs all this business with John?â
Tommy gave nothing away as he stubbed out his cigarette into the ashtray in front of them.
âAll these bloody questions. A good worker she may be Arthur, but I know a whore when I see oneâ, he poured the amber liquid into both of the glasses sat next to the bottle and took a swig from one of them, âanyway, whatâs all this fucking mistletoe doing around the pub? It looks like a fucking forest in hereâ
âWell I thought since itâs Christmas, why not give people the chance to get lucky tonight! Hung it myself I didâ, Arthur smiled almost proudly and looked around the crowded room, watching as couples took full advantage beneath the Christmas sprig.
âYeah I can tellâ, Tommy smirked then, downing the rest of the liquid in his glass before setting it back onto the bar.
There was a sound of glass, and a lot of it, breaking followed by a cheer from the merry drunks.
Tommy looked over to the end of the bar where the sudden crash came from to see Y/N crouched down on the floor collecting the shards of glass with a cloth.
What the fuck was she doing picking it up with her hands? Before he could even question what he was doing he stood from his stool and made his way through the still jeering onlookers.
âEh! You lot! Thatâs enough, go back to drinking and being merryâ, his voice bellowed out across the room, demanding to be heard.
And heard it was. The gabble of noise quietened down the second the crowd had realised whoâd spoken the words.
âFucking dozy one you are arenât youâ, the other barman working that night stood above Y/N, making no effort to hide his sneer as he spoke.
She looked up at the greasy looking man, he always did piss her off and that moment was no exception.
âEh, you. Mind your fucking mouth and get back to workâ.
Little had the barman noticed that Tommy was standing at the entrance of the bar, his best scowl upon his brow.
âYes Mr. Shelbyâ, the barman almost jumped at hearing Tommy's voice.
âAnd donât fucking talk to her like that, next time I âear you say anything disrespectful Iâll drag you out of here myself. Just because my brother owns this pub doesnât mean I wonât deal with the rubbish insideâ.
The man could only nod sheepishly as he scurried away to serve a group of men who had clearly already had too much to drink.
Y/N could hardly believe her ears. Why the fuck was Tommy Shelby now coming to her aid after making it very clear he didnât like her? This man was a fucking walking contradiction.
Before she knew it he was down on his knees beside her, taking the cloth full of glass from her hands and throwing it in the bin, the sound of the shards crashing down as they hit the bottom of it.
âAre you okay? Did you cut yourself?â
âIâm fine, Mr. Shelby. Thank you but I can handle thisâ
He looked at her then, his cool blue eyes staring straight into hers. She could have sworn she felt herself shiver.
âNot with a fucking cloth you canât, youâll cut your hands. By the looks of it youâve managed to drop a whole bottle of whiskey, my whiskey in fact, you need a mop and brushâ
Why did she feel like she was being belittled right now? Ignoring the remark about the fact that yes indeed it was his bottle of whiskey, she sighed as silently as she could, not wanting to piss him off even further.
âYes Mr. Shelbyâ
She stood and brushed down her dress, specs of whiskey had flicked onto it with the impact of the amber liquid hitting the floor.
He looked up at her now. God she was so beautiful, especially in that red dress. Y/N turned away from him without so much as another word and made her way towards the cellar where copious amounts of alcohol, as well as the mop and brush, were stored.
Tommy decided that now was as good a time as any to grab himself another bottle of his whiskey, he usually kept a stash of them behind the bar. Still crouched down, he scoured the empty shelves but only saw dust and broken glasses. He sighed to himself realising that heâd have to make a journey to the cellar. Did he wait until she came back to go so that he didnât have to talk to her again? Did he go down and possibly have awkward small talk with her?
âFuck itâ, he said aloud to himself, taking a deep breath in before exhaling, standing upright.
âEre Tom, grab us another bottle, this oneâs nearly doneâ, Arthurâs voice shouted over the noise of the growing number of people in the room.
âAlready on it brotherâ
Tommy made his start towards the cellar, passing the barman on the way and making sure to give him his best stare as he did. He didnât know why heâd decided to speak up when he heard the lousy worker insult Y/N but something inside him felt protective of this practical stranger, despite already being burnt by her.
Fuck it, of course he knew why. No matter how much he wanted to pretend to dislike the pretty barmaid, he couldnât help but admit to himself it was purely envy that was making him act so cold towards her. Why did she spend the night with John and not him?
The cellar lights were on as he entered the doorway, barrels of alcohol piled as high as the wooden beamed ceiling, with yellowing walls from the mixture of damp and cigarette smoke. The room would have been silent if it wasnât for the gentle sound of humming coming from the other side of the room.
âWhat song is that youâre humming?â His voice broke the otherwise quiet atmosphere and he made his way over steadily to her.
Y/N was stood over by the small sink in the corner of the room, doing her best to attempt to fill the bucket sheâd need to help wash away the sticky whiskey mess sheâd made behind the bar.
She startled at the sudden sound of his voice, her hands slipping on the tap causing the water to come spitting out.
âFuckâ, she exclaimed, quickly grabbing the latch to shut it off.
Tommy chuckled slightly. He would deny it if she asked but he loved to watch her get all flustered, the way her hair fell over onto her cheeks, the sudden look of embarrassment on her face.
âWhat song was that you were humming? Donât think Iâve heard it beforeâ, he pulled out the carton of cigarettes from his pocket, taking one out and placing it between his lips before offering Y/N one.
She used the back of her hand to brush the hair away from her forehead, water now dripping ever so slightly down her face. She hesitated as she stepped forward to take the smoke from him, placing it between her own lips and allowing him to light it for her.
âItâs called âI wanna be loved by youâ. Itâs a good song, you should listen to it some timeâ
The scoff that came from his lips did nothing but piss her off more. Why was she even entertaining conversation with this man when all he seemed to like doing was judging everything she said and did?
âWhatâs the matter, choke on the smoke?â, her arms crossed now. She knew she could very well be treading on thin ice but there was only so much she could take, he clearly thought she was a lesser being to him so why bother trying to be nice.
âNope. Just thought that maybe you had someone in mind when you were humming it, John maybe?â He took a drag and arched his eyebrow. Maybe now heâd find out the barmaids true intentions with his brother.
âWhat the fuck are you talking about? Why would it be about John?â The anger in her voice was evident but at this point who the fuck cared. The little jibes heâd made at her this evening still played on her mind as much as she wished they hadnât.
Tommy took another drag of his cigarette, unfazed by her sudden apparent change of the sweet young woman heâd spoken to earlier.
âI mean, he said you two had a nice chat the other night, shortly after we did that is. Then he showed you the finest sights of Birmingham, along with his cock. Explains why he didnât come home that nightâ
Her mouth gaped open with eyebrows raised, even she couldnât hold back the shock from this new information she was hearing with her own ears. Thatâs when she felt it, the rage burning from deep within her chest, the sudden urge to lunge at him and give him her best slap across the face.
She made a start toward him, tossing the cigarette that sheâd barely taken a drag from before stopping only inches away from his face. He stood before her unwavering, almost finding amusement in her sudden change of character. Fuck she was even more sexy when she was angry.
âLook Tommy. I donât know what the fuck it is about you and John trying to make out that Iâm some fucking whore or something but Iâve had enough! He did no such thing that night, we only spoke at the bar and thatâs it. The truth is he got completely out of his skull and spilled his heart out to me about how fucking sick and tired he is of your bullshit, making him do all of the dogs work while you sit up there on your throne of money and power!â She knew there was venom in her words but there was nothing she could do to stop it and at this point she really didnât care, it was too late to turn back now.
Tommyâs eyes narrowed and his plump lips parted slightly as he tried to take in this new information. Why the fuck hadnât John said any of this to him and why had he lied about spending the night with Y/N? He could see the fire in her eyes and could tell that she was telling the truth, she wouldnât have this much rage if she wasnât.
âAnd another thing Tommy, Iâve only ever fucked one man in my entire life so if thatâs what makes me a whore in your books then so be it! John didnât go home that night because he passed out in one of the booths. I left him there with a glass of water and a bucket to throw up in before I left, there was no point in trying to get him up cos he was so intoxicated it would be like trying to wake the deadâ.
She hadnât realised it but her hands were clenched into fists causing her nails to dig into the palm of her hand. Fuck sheâd had enough, what was it with men and their incessant need to lie?
Tommy was still stood there speechless, unable to form any kind of response to her words which was a first for him. Usually he had an answer for everything but not right at this very moment.
âYou know what? Iâm done. Iâll find another way to pay my rent, maybe Iâll ask Lizzie if thereâs a job going seeing as by the sound of it Iâm already pretty fucking good at it!â
She knocked into him as she began her move towards the door but before she could get any further she felt Tommys hand grab her wrist.
âGet the fuck off of me!â
Before he could respond the lights cut out leaving them both in complete darkness, the sound of displeased groans echoing out from the pub above.
The warmth of his skin touching hers gave her chills. Y/N didnât want to admit it to herself but there was no denying that part of her liked it. She quickly brushed that thought off though as she took the opportunity to pull her arm free from his grasp and do her best to still make her way out of this situation.
She reached out in front of her to try and grab anything that would help guide her out of this crowded room and as far away from Tommy Shelby as she could. She didnât make it far though as her hand connected with something sharp and it felt like an electric shock had been sent running up her arm.
The sudden sound of glass hitting the floor followed by her shrieks was enough to send shivers down Tommys spine as he now snapped out of his racing thoughts.
âY/N? Y/N! Are you okay, whatâs happened?â
âOh fuck this hurtsâ
Although she couldnât see it she could feel a warmth now spreading across her hand and feel something trickling down her fingers. She clutched at her injured hand with the other and squeezed as much as she could.
Tommy was already fighting his way through the darkness trying to get to her as quickly as he could, bumping into her just a few steps ahead.
âWhat happened, are you okay?â His hands reached up in front of him trying to grab whatever part of her he could in his panic, until they landed softly on either side of her face. Her cheeks were wet with tears and a sudden rush of guilt swept over his body.
âNo Iâm not fucking okay, my hands been cut open and Iâm pretty sure itâs badâ, she half squealed back at him, doing her best to fight off the pain.
He lowered his hands down softly until they found hers. Even an idiot could tell in the blackness of the room there was a large amount of blood and that something needed to be done to stop it quickly. Without a second thought he reached for his neck and pulled off his tie.
âHere, let me wrap your hand up, we need to stop the bleedingâ, his hands were scrambling to search for hers once more and even though she didnât want to accept Tommys help she also didnât want to be bleeding profusely, especially not on Christmas Eve.
She winced as the tie was wrapped tightly around the injury, her heartbeat prominently throbbing from the site of the open wound.
âHow can a stupid cut on the hand be this painfulâ, she sniffed, using the back of her free hand to try and wipe away the tears that were flowing.
He smiled to himself, almost relieved that she was talking to him normally again, though she couldnât see it.
âThatâs what deep cuts are like Iâm afraid, I think sometimes itâs worse when you canât see the damage thatâs been doneâ, he finished tying the tourniquet and placed his hand on top of hers.
As if the electrics could hear his words the lights suddenly switched back on, the sound of cheering filling the pub above once more.
He looked up at her and a pang of sadness punched him right in the gut. Her pale, tear stained cheeks stuck out like a sore thumb and the way her chest rose and fell trying to regulate her breathing made him ache. If he hadnât listened to John and hadnât just assumed that everything he was saying was true then none of this wouldâve happened in the first place.
She finally allowed her eyes to meet his only to find that they looked full of guilt. As much as under the surface she still had so much anger she also almost felt sorry for him. Had he been a dick and assumed she was a whore? Yes. Was he acting that way because sheâd rejected him that night? Maybe. Even still, the look on his face made her doubt her anger and instead the emotion that took its place was pity.
âLetâs get you cleaned upâ, he said, breaking the silence. She nodded in response and followed him over to the sink, watching as he turned on the water and gently reached for her still throbbing hand, âIâll leave the tie on, we donât want more blood coming out. Letâs just get whatâs on your fingers and arm off, canât have you going back out there in that stateâ.
He smiled as softly as he could though his eyebrows were still slightly furrowed with sadness. Fuck her hand looked bad. Even with the tie covering the worst of the cut he could tell that the glass had cut deep enough to cause quite bad damage.
She winced as his hand once again reached for hers and he began gently running the water over her fingers, doing his best to wipe as much blood off as he could. The red water swirled around the sink and ran down the plughole never seeming to lessen in colour.
He picked up a rag from the side of the sink and began to gently pat her fingers dry. There was still a silence between them that felt uncomfortable.
âTommy?â Her voice cut through it like a knife, causing his head to shoot up and look her right in the eye. Her soft features were being caught by the light and his breath hitched in his throat for a split second, he had to subtly cough to disguise it as best he could.
âYes?â
She hesitated for a moment before speaking, âhas the reason youâve been so off with me been because I wouldnât go home with you that night?â Her voice came out quietly, but her words couldnât have cut through Tommy any clearer.
He opened his mouth to speak but soon closed it as the words he wanted to say escaped him. Tommy Shelby wasnât known for grumbling over being rejected by a woman and he wasnât about to start now. Well, he didnât want to start anyway.
Y/N saw that he wasnât going to give her a clear answer, of course he wasnât.
âTommy. The only reason I didnât go home with you that night is because youâd had too much to drink, you could hardly keep yourself from falling off the stoolâ, she paused unsure whether to continue or not, shifting on her feet on the spot, âBesides, how did I know if you were just looking for a fuck or if you really liked me? Iâm not the kind of girl to sleep around like Iâve already told you. Iâve also seen the kind of women that you entertain, beautiful women with beautiful dresses and beautiful jewellery and hair pinned neatly in place. I couldnât be further from any of those thingsâ
âDonât say that, of course you are, in fact youâre more beautiful than any of them put together. The thing with women, Y/N, those so called beautiful women that I entertain, theyâre just a fuck. They have no substance to them, none of them have that Iâve met anyway. All they care about is their fancy cars and the jewels around their neck bought with daddyâs money. You on the other hand, youâre differentâ
He swallowed hard then, was he really about to admit his feelings for her and reveal the real reason he was acting shitty towards her?
âYou see, the other night when we had that chat, I found myself realising that youâre different to any girl Iâve ever known. You actually give a shit, you donât want to fuck me for my money or for the fact Iâm a peaky blinder. You wanted to know Tommy, the real Tommy, not the Tommy that earns all this money or goes to socialite events. Iâve never had a woman be so genuinely interested in what I had to say. I think thatâs why I was so jealous of John and wrongly pissed off with you because the thought of you liking him instead of me hurt too muchâ
He didnât realise it but heâd been staring at the floor and at pretty much anything he could that meant he didnât have to look at Y/N, it was unlike him to be so open with anyone let alone a woman he barely knew. When he did decide to look up at her, a smile was on her face, that beautiful fucking smile. His own lips raised at the corners then, unable to hide any longer.
âMaybe thatâs why he lied to you, to try and get his own back for making him do all the dog's work. He also told me that night that he knew you were trying it on with me so he obviously saw an opportunity and took it. I wish youâd just told me all of this in the first place instead of being such a dick about it all, I thought you hated meâ
âIâm sorry Iâm just not very good at the whole opening up thing. Iâd rather cover it up like dirt in a tunnel than say how I really feel. Besides, I donât hate you, not one bitâ, he stepped forward closing the gap between them, taking her hands in his.
She winced as he connected with the bloody cut, âFuck that hurtsâ, she half laughed and hissed at the same time.
âShit sorry, I completely forgotâ, he dropped his hand loose from hers and gently pulled her into him by the waist, a smile playing on his lips.
Tommy looked up above him and noticed that Arthur had taken the time to hang mistletoe just about everywhere he could, including down here in the cellar. Maybe he was planning on getting lucky tonight? Tommy didnât care, he just knew that it was the perfect opportunity to do what heâd been aching to for so long.
âI heard you like men with blue eyes and dark hair?â He questioned, their faces only inches apart.
âAnd where did you hear that?â She asked, a toothy grin now apparent on her face.
âYour boss told me, heâs not very good at keeping his mouth shutâ
âIâm glad he canât because heâs right, I do have a thing for men with blue eyes and dark hair. Even more so for the man standing right in front of me nowâ, her eyelashes fluttered and the anger and pity from before melted away as his lips met hers.
Sheâd wanted to do this ever since she laid eyes on him when she started working at The Garrison but never thought heâd give her a second look. After the conversation theyâd had that night sheâd craved this even more, the feeling of his lips on hers, the way his hands held on tightly to her waist, the smell of cigarette smoke and whiskey on his skin. And here he was, Tommy fucking Shelby liked her. Plain old Y/N who had barely any money to her name and a dingy apartment to call home, it was like all of her Christmases came at once.
They pulled away from the kiss gently and looked into each otherâs eyes. The tears once spilling from Y/Nâs now gone and only a smile upon her face.
hey! i love your writing! can i request a tommy fic using #24 from the 50 reasons to share a bed prompt list? thanks!!đ«¶đŒ
This request has been gathering dust in my inbox for such a long time - Iâm so sorry anon! I really hope you like what I did with it â„ïž xxx
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader
Prompt: âwe forgot we were broken upâ - Iâve taken this more as a theme than a dialogue line.
Warnings: đ SMUT (from the start), some bad language. Porn with just a modicum of plot. Once again my community tag button has vanished (maybe it hates it when I answer asks??). Anyway, minors DNI.
Word count: 2953
History Repeating
Your back hit the wall, slightly knocking the air from your lungs as he pushed you against it, his mouth assaulting yours. You didnât care that this was a terrible idea. That it was definitely the whiskey pulling your strings. You needed more. Needed everything.
Needed him. Right now.
You moaned into his mouth as you both desperately pulled at fabric, eager to rid each other of clothing as fast as possible. A desperate whine of need escaped your lips as his traced the column of your throat, his knee wedged between your legs, providing delicious friction where you needed him most.
âFuck⊠Tommy⊠pleaseâŠâ you gasped, pulling on the longer part of his hair and feeling him groan in response. You both knew just how much rough was allowed. Years spent in mapping every inch of the otherâs skin, every curve, every freckle, every scar. Every spot that drove them wild.
Your dress was on the floor in minutes, his nimble fingers ridding you of your underthings as you pulled his undershirt over his head. Finally his skin was against yours, burning where you touched, so familiar yet somehow also new. Your nails scratched across his broad shoulders, tracing the planes of his back, as a slightly gun-calloused finger slipped between your folds.
âSo fucking wet for me Y/N,â he rasped against your ear, chuckling as you gasped with pleasure as his slick fingertip found your clit, rolling lightly across it. âI bet you still taste just as sweet,â he added, holding your eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips. You bit your lip, feeling your walls clenching as you watched him lick them clean.
âSweeter somehow,â he murmured, those bewitching eyes of his dancing with mischief as he crashed his mouth into yours, allowing you to taste your own arousal on his tongue. He swallowed your deep moan as he slid two fingers into your hot, wet centre. In and and out, curving⊠seekingâŠ
A blinding jolt of electricity in your veins caused you to break the kiss, gasping and clinging to his shoulders. He smirked, and if he wasnât already making you see stars, you would have thought he looked altogether too pleased with himself.
âDoes that feel good?â he asked softly and you could only nod, the power of speech having abandoned you. The only sounds you could make were small gasps and breathy moans.
Fuck you had missed this manâs magic hands.
âAre you going to cum for me, Y/N?â he continued, sucking on the patch of skin below your ear that he knew drove you insane. You were consumed by him, he was everywhere all at once. You could feel the coil tightening in your belly as the wet sounds of your pleasure filled the room.
âIs that a yes?â he smirked, swiping his thumb over your clit, making you yelp.
âFuck.. yes.. Iâm so close,â you managed to stutter out. But at your words, suddenly his ministrations ceased, fingers disappearing in a flash.
âWhat the fuck, Tommy!â you whined in frustration, your climax slowly drifting away from you.
âI want to feel it around me, the first time I make you cum tonight,â he whispered, making you shiver at the implicit promise within his words. His face was so close his blue eyes were like oceans, and he brushed his lips against yours, maddeningly lightly.
âWell why donât you get the fuck on with it then,â you retorted, leaning to close the gap with more force. You felt the rumble of his laugh as he lifted you to his hips in an easy movement, depositing you on the small bed.
âI never thought Iâd be back in this bed,â you commented, as stepped out of his trousers and covered your body with his, gently brushing hair from your eyes.
âI never thought Iâd be back in this bed either, but these are strange times,â he replied dryly and you rolled your eyes.
âSo how about you fuck me like itâs 1921, Thomas Shelby OBE,â you teased, hands laced behind his head, playing with the velvety soft short part of his distinctive hair cut.
âWith pleasureâŠâ he grinned, lips matching yours once more in a slow kiss, turning steadily more heated as his hands roamed your body.
He began to drift downwards, lips and tongue tracing the contours of your skin, teasing the delicate, sensitive buds of your nipples. Teeth lightly scraping against them, bringing them to stiff peaks as your back arched from the bed, hips rolling towards him.
âSuch a needy little girl tonight Y/N,â he muttered, pinching one of your nipples with more force, making you cry out. A little pain with your pleasure - he always knew how to walk the line.
âTommy, please⊠I need youâŠâ you whimpered, cunt aching for him, acutely aware of how you were dripping for him. Probably making a mess on the bedclothes. Not that you cared.
He grinned evilly at you, causing you to drop your head back onto the bed with a huff of frustration. This man always was incorrigible. There was a reason you had broken up.
Though, as his tongue suddenly licked a hot stripe from your desperate hole to your swollen clit, you were hard pressed to remember exactly what that reason was.
Because it certainly wasnât the sex.
And as his lips closed around your clit, and his thick fingers slid into you, you didnât much care.
âFuck! Tommy!â you cried, the dual sensation of him overwhelming, your orgasm rushing towards you like a train. Your legs tried to close around his head as your hands pressed his face into you but he was stronger and he pulled away, forcing your legs open, forearm coming to rest across your rolling hips.
âDonât you fucking dare,â he growled, lips shining with your slick, eyes dark, his pupils blown wide with desire. You thought you might cum on the spot.
Satisfied that the wave had passed, he resumed his destruction of your self-control, bringing you to the brink over and over again until your head was spinning and you were practically begging him to let you cum.
You remembered this game, how he loved to hear you beg for it. Outside of this bedroom you would never beg for anything - you were in every way his equal and stubborn to boot. But how he loved to dismantle you here, leaving you a quivering, desperate wreck beneath him.
Apparently some things hadnât changed.
âPlease⊠please Tommy⊠I need it⊠I need youâŠâ you whined, too turned on to care how pathetic you sounded. Every word was true. Even two years on, he was still the one you returned to on your cold lonely nights. The memories you made in this room, in filthy Small Heath, lighting a fire within you.
He chuckled darkly but at last relented.
His mouth was on yours as he slid home, filling you the way no other before or since ever had. You wrapped your arms and legs around him as he pounded into you relentlessly.
âJesus fuck, Iâd forgotten how fucking tight you are,â he groaned into your shoulder, his face contorted in pleasure. You were mildly annoyed that he could forget but it was short lived, because with every thrust he was deep within you, nudging your sweet spot and rapidly tipping you towards the high you had been chasing for what felt like hours.
âTom⊠fuck shit.. Iâm gonnaâŠâ you gabbled, pulling his hair as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. After the extended build up the sheer intensity of it took your breath away.
âThatâs my good girl,â he whispered against your ear as you clung to him with shaking limbs. He fucked you through it, overwhelming your already overstimulated senses and you felt him quickly bringing you back to the edge once more.
But heâd had it all far too much his own way you thought, and, regaining control of your limbs, you surprised him by pushing him onto his back. You hovered over him, lips brushing his, as you eased him back inside you with a long sigh of contentment. You had always loved that moment, watching as his eyes fell shut and his full lips parted as the feeling of your velvet plush surrounded him.
You rolled your hips and a deep groan escaped him as he bucked up into you, making you gasp. Sitting up you balanced your hands on his chest, riding him in a slow rhythmic movement. He was so deep and you were so close but you knew it wasnât enough for him. Time for a taste of his own medicine, you thought with a smirk.
But it was a momentary victory as he slipped a hand between you, rubbing tight circles against your clit.
âCum for me Y/N, I can feel how close you are,â he murmured, eyes hooded with lust, and his voice shot straight to your core. He cupped your face, thumb brushing your lips, and you let him rest it on your tongue, sucking as you crested the wave. He moved his hand from your mouth to your throat, squeezing lightly as you came with a cry, hard and fast all over him, your walls like a vice around him and he had to steel himself against following you over the edge.
He pulled your body down, your chest flush against his, lips moulding together as he tented his knees and began to slam himself into your quivering cunt. You broke the kiss, burying your face in his neck, unable to do more than whine at the intensity of his pace.
âGive me one more, I know you can,â he urged in your ear, hands gripping your hips so tight you were sure to have bruises in the morning.
âI⊠I canâtâŠâ you begged, breathlessly, but he just chuckled because he could feel it as well as you, the telltale fluttering around his cock.
âYes you can, be a good girl for me, eh,â he commanded. You felt his movements begin to grow sloppy as his own release approached. âCum for me, let me feel you,â he rasped, a large hand tangling in your hair, roughly pulling your lips back to his.
And you did, liquid fire rushing through your veins as you tumbled over the precipice with him, feeling him erupt within you, painting your walls white.
You collapsed, head on his chest, his strong arms locked around you, both gasping for air like you had run the race of your life. As your breathing began to even out, his fingertips traced your spine and played idly with your soft curls.
Eventually, you lifted your head, brushing his fringe from his startling blue eyes.
âI should go,â you said softly.
âOr you could stay?â he countered, knuckles grazing your cheek, pulling your lips to his in a slow, sensuous kiss.
You needed to go. This was a terrible idea.
But damn he was good at that.
You pulled back, climbing off his body, reaching for your clothes in the tangled mess of fabric from your frantic undressing.
âY/N,â he began but you cut him off.
âDonât. This was fun but donât,â you replied more firmly than you felt.
âWhy did you come to The Garrison tonight, eh?â he challenged, sitting up against the headboard, sheet pulled across his lap, as he lit you both a cigarette.
You accepted it from him, fastening your brassiere and shimmying into your slip without burning the delicate fabric.
âBecause Iâm a fool,â you retorted and he chuckled.
âYou are many things Y/N Y/L/N, but a fool isnât one of them.â You turned and caught him with his eyebrow raised in that infuriatingly handsome way of his.
You sighed deeply.
âLook, itâs not my fight, but..â you began, noticing how he straightened, head cocked, almost businesslike. If it was possible for him to be businesslike whilst also lying naked, cheeks flushed from exertion, lips pink and swollen from your attentions.
You dragged your focus back into line.
âAlright, this didnât come from me and if you ever tell anyone, Iâll deny it.â You paused, fiddling with the fastenings for your stockings and he cleared his throat, betraying his inpatience. You stayed quiet a moment longer, enjoying winding him up.
âAndâŠ?â
You smirked and finally continued.
âAnd I hear from my sources that Alfie Solomons had a meeting with Luca Changretta.â
âIs that so?â He stared at you, seemingly bored, blowing smoke at the ceiling.
âYes, and whatâs more, a deal was made. You need to watch yourself Tommy. It wouldnât be the first time the Mad Baker of Camden Town double crossed you,â you said firmly, pulling your dress into position, smoothing out the creases from its sojourn on the floor.
âAnd youâre telling me this why exactly, Y/N?â he asked, sliding his shorts on and rising from the bed to come and stand in front of you.
You ran your hands over his broad shoulders, the dusting of freckles more pronounced against his pale skin in the lamplight. He tipped your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. Those eyes that had been your undoing all those years before.
And again tonight it would seem.
âBecause Thomas, I much prefer you alive than dead,â you murmured, letting him brush his lips against yours once more, sparks bursting under your skin.
âStay, Y/N,â he asked again, matching your tone, his hands on your waist, forehead resting against yours. His warm breath danced across your lips. âWe were good⊠this was good. We could be good again.â
You closed your eyes. You wanted to believe that butâŠ
âI still love you,â he whispered and you tried to fight against the smile that demanded to break across your face.
You leant back a little to look into his eyes, stroking your thumbs across his sharp cheekbones, the hollows of his cheeks.
âIâll tell you what. If you somehow manage to survive this nonsense, why donât you give me a call. Take me out to dinner like a normal gentleman,â you said, watching his lips twitch in amusement.
âSince when does Y/N Y/L/N want a ânormal gentlemanâ?â
You chuckled, untangling yourself from his arms and pulling on your coat, the fur collar shining in the low lights. He followed you to the door of his room, pushing you against it, lips soft and insistent against yours.
âTomâŠâ you gasped as he peppered kisses down your neck.
âStayâŠâ he repeated, unbuttoning your coat once more, hands sneaking inside, running up your sides.
âAnd paint a target on my back for Luca Changretta? This isnât my war, Tom, I wonât drag my people into it, not even for you,â you argued, but you could feel your resolve wavering as his mouth moved lower.
âI wonât let him touch you,â he replied, grazing his teeth across your collarbone. You had to dig your nails into the palms of your hands to stop yourself from audibly reacting.
âYou.. ahhâŠâ He nipped the skin of your neck, tongue soothing in its wake, thumb flicking across your still sensitive nipple. This wasnât playing fair, you wailed internally. âYou said that last time.â
He stopped, hands moving to cup your face, his expression serious.
âI will never let that happen again. I promise you that.â
You scoffed slightly, and he frowned.
âThat isnât something you can promise me, Tom. Not in our line of work.â
You pushed him away gently and he let you, hands falling to his sides dejectedly. You rebuttoned your coat and stepped back into his personal space, holding his face in your hands.
âSurvive this Tommy, and Iâll think about it,â you said softly, pressing your lips against his, savouring the moment, knowing you needed to leave.
Even if your whole body was screaming at you to stay.
âIâm going to hold you to that,â he mumbled against your lips, before releasing you.
You smiled softly and headed for the door, pausing to look back at him over your shoulder.
âI hope so,â you smirked, and slipped away into the night.
****
A month later you were in your office. It was early in the morning - you liked to get a head start on the day - and you nursed a cup of tea. You were going through your post when a manilla envelope slipped out of the pile. You picked it up, feeling the expensive paper. You flipped it over and a smile crept across your face.
You knew that handwriting.
Opening it with a deft stroke of your sharp letter opener, you pulled out a single sheet of heavy, luxurious paper.
âDear Ms Y/L/N,
I know you like to be asked properly, so please allow me the honour of requesting your company for dinner on Thursday next at 7.30pm.
My uncle Charlie will be delighted to host us at his premises.â
You laughed out loud. Your first date had been at Charlie's yard - he had lured you there under the pretence of visiting the horses, only for him to surprise you with a rustic meal in one of the warehouses. It was so perfectly Tommy Shelby and it had enchanted you.
You read on.
âI hope this date will be convenient. Please do let me know by return and I shall make the necessary arrangements.
Yours, always,
T. S. (OBE)â
You let the paper flutter to the tabletop and you grinned down at it. This was a terrible idea. Awful. Stupid. A disaster waiting to happen.
You couldnât fucking wait.
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Good For Business (Jealous Tommy X Female Reader) Part 1
Summary: You have worked at the Garrison for months now. What's suddenly got Tommy so jealous?
Word count:Â 1690
Warnings:Â Swearing. Jealousy. Fic gets a bit heated right at the end, but it's nothing explicit.
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Tommy hated it. Really hated it. Clenched jaw, hands coiled into fists, hated it. Every time he sat in that damn cosy at the Garrison, he felt every nerve ending flare, watching through the opening as you moved about serving ale and whisky to the men of Small Heath. His steely eyes silently scrutinising every second bloody man vying for your attention. Not that he could blame them. You were effortlessly warm and inviting; impossible to ignore.
They hired you for that very reason; you were good for business. But Tommy had no idea how easily and how quickly you would carve out a spot in his heart, nor how powerless he would be to stop it. And for a while, it was easy enough to ignore, to deny that little portion of his heart even existed. After all, it was obvious to him, that all the smiles and laughter you exchanged with the patrons was never anything more than harmless flirtation. But as the months past, that little portion began beating faster and louder every time someone spoke your name, quietly and unassumingly sneaking its way through every surface of his heart, embedding itself like the beautiful deep roots of an oak tree.
And so, here he sat once again, in the cosy of the Garrison, half listening to the banter of his brothers, while his main focus was you. That hazardous smile that disarmed man after man, your infectious laugh that brought warmth to the stoniest of faces and the kind effortless way you diffused their advances, before they even had the chance to feel rejected. But fuck, he didn't realise just how firmly those roots were embedded in his heart until today.
You were busy with your back turned to the counter when an unfamiliar and rather ordinary looking man walked in, stopping behind a group of men waiting to buy their next round. He stood there, clearly impatient for you to turn around and see him, his expression full of expectation, but you were completely oblivious to his presence as you continued serving the men before you. Tommy shifted in his seat when the unexceptional man smiled with anticipation, there was fondness there; on his lips, it was unmistakable. This man knew you... and knew you well. Clearing his throat, he shifted in his seat again, his unsmoked cigarette lying forgotten as it burnt slowly and steadily towards his fingertips, and his glare trained to the face that waited so patiently for you to see him.
Tommy hated that it took every ounce of strength to keep his backside in his seat, when what he really wanted was to march up behind you, take you by the hand and lead you to the office, before you could lay eyes on this stranger. So sure he was, that he would not like your reaction. And in the next moment, he wished he had. When your eyes caught sight of him, you nearly dropped a bottle of whiskey on the floor, stopping short of jumping over the counter to reach him. Regaining some form of composure, your impatient feet took you around to the front of the bar, throwing yourself into his waiting arms, but it was the expression on your face that broke Tommy. Pure joy. It lit up your features in a way he had never seen before, the sight sparking instant and unwarranted hatred for a nameless man he was yet to meet. He was jealous. Plain and simple. There was no other word for it.
It must have been only five minutes, five long jealous minutes, struggling to keep his expression neutral and unreadable, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from his brothers as he watched the interaction unfold. After returning behind the bar, you got straight back to work serving the other patrons, while the man claimed a stool right in front of you. And even though you kept pouring drinks and interacting with the regulars, he was the one that held your attention. There was such affection in the way you spoke to him, even without hearing your words, Tommy could see it. He wanted to be on the receiving end of it. Wanted to be the unexceptional man you showered your affection upon. And the sight of it got too much.
Looking to his hands, he noticed the trail of ash his cigarette had dropped across the table, and the tense way his fingers gripped the empty tumbler. With a measured breath, he scrapped the glass back and forth across the surface, before looking back up. It could not have been worse timing. There was your hand, reaching across to rest upon the man's forearm, your heads almost touching in the middle of the counter as he spoke secret words to you. Reacting impulsively, Tommy threw his burning cigarette to the floor and stood to his feet, the chair scrapping loudly across the floor in the process and without another thought, he pushed his way through the door of the cosy.
Tommy's legs took him quickly through the growing crowd of patrons, his expression warning them to give him space. Making his way across the front of the bar, he caught your attention with a wave of his arm, pointing in the direction of the office, his voice hard, "Y/N! Can I've a word with you in the office?"
Nodding your head, you took off your apron and threw it to the counter, whispering to the man before you followed, but Tommy caught every word, not hearing a single thread of concern amongst them, "Well, it looks like I'm in trouble."
Entering the office, Tommy gripped the door knob tightly as he waited for you to join him, closing it rather forcibly behind you. And when you met his intense gaze, you were surprisingly calm, yet genuinely confused, asking, "Tommy. What's wrong... has something happened?"
Usually, Tommy never acted so impulsively, he knew it was ridiculous and completely out of line, but he couldn't help himself. Taking a short breath, he kept his voice as even as possible, "Y/N. We don't pay you to spend your time conversing with all our customers."
Putting your hands on your hips, you were not intimidated in the slightest, and it would've been a lie if Tommy said it didn't turn him on a little. Fuck, that defiance brought to life every feature of your face. With a stubborn raise of your brow, you replied, "Ah... No Tommy, that's precisely what you pay me to do."
Taking a step closer, your expression softened just enough to draw his attention to the knowing look hidden quietly within your eyes, asking him the question you seemingly already knew the answer to. "Me, conversing with our customers has never bothered you before... what makes tonight any different?"
As the last word left your mouth, you took yet another step closer, close enough for him to feel the gentle warmth radiating from your body; it was still not close enough. Glancing to the floor Tommy cleared his throat, realising he was beyond the point of returning to his days surveying you from the cosy. Propping himself against the desk, he crossed his feet at the ankles, his hands resting on the edge at his sides. "That was before," Tommy waved his hand in the direction of the bar, "that man came in here and... who is he Y/N?"
You almost laughed, and Tommy tried to keep his expression neutral, "You've got to be kidding me, Tommy." Biting your bottom lip, you shook your head in amusement, "Everyday you're here, you see men smile and flirt with me and it doesn't bother you in the slightest."
"That's where you're wrong, Y/N." Standing up, he stepped towards you, picking up a lock of your hair, gently placing it behind your shoulder, noticing how your breath hitched at his touch. "It's always bothered me... but I have never seen you so happy to see someone before... and I know I have no right to be jealous, but I am."
This time, a little chuckle did escape your lips, and Tommy suddenly felt a little sheepish, but God, was your expression doing something to him right now. "Jealous. Of Peter? Oh Tommy. Of all people to be jealous of... He's my cousin, and I haven't seen him in years." Running your fingers along the edge of his jacket lapel, you shook your head, the flirtatious manner in which you did so, far surpassing any other he had witnessed you bestow upon any other man. And it thrilled him. "If I had known a visit from him was all it would take for you to notice me, I would've asked him to visit months ago."
If Tommy was the type to get embarrassed, he would have turned scarlet, but he wasn't that kind of man. Instead, he reached forward and slid his fingers around the side of your neck, his palm firmly cupping the nook under your ear. Pulling you closer, your body brushed against his, the sensation making it difficult to think of little else. But a deep breath cleared his head for long enough, to say, "He's your cousin?"
It was more of a statement than a question, but you answered anyway, "Yes, Tommy... He's my cousin." Reaching up, you wrapped your fingers around his wrist that still cradled your neck, and moved his hand to your cheek, before brushing your lips across the roughness of his palm, your warm breath teasing his skin as you spoke. "But one day it may not be."
Tommy didn't say another word; he couldn't, his lips were too occupied by yours. Fumbling his way to the door, he took you with him in a mess of limbs, both your bodies crashing against its frame, clumsily searching for the blind. Pulling on the cord, the outside world disappeared, it was just you and him. Fuck, why hadn't he done this sooner? And as you wrapped your legs around his waist, he murmured through broken kisses along your neck, "Yes. One day it may not be."
Good For Business -Part 2 (Jealous Tommy Shelby x Female Reader)
Summary: There is still no doubt that you're good for business, but maybe you're a little too good. And Tommy can't handle the consequences.
Reacquaint yourself with part 1 or read it for the first time here.
Word count:Â 1830
Warnings:Â Swearing. Jealousy. Reader being disrespected.
A/N:Â This was a long long long time coming. It was written in patches over a long period of time. So, I really hope it doesn't feel too disjointed. Itâs actually the first thing I've posted in 5 months, FIVE, but I do hope it's not so long before I post another.
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Tommy sat in his favourite restaurant, at his favourite table, with a tumbler of his favourite whisky resting in the palm of his hand, marvelling you. You really were, good for business. The man sitting across from him, a man renowned for being nearly impossible to deal with, was like putty in your hands, and you werenât even trying to turn on your charm. It was just you. Â
Bringing you along to this business deal was not an easy decision. Since that glorious day in the office of the Garrison, you had virtually lived in each other's pockets, but that didnât mean he wanted you getting involved in his shady day to day business. Working at the Garrison as a paid employee was one thing, but getting directly mixed up in his business deals, well, that was an entirely different matter. But leaning back in his chair watching you unravel this tightly wound and notoriously difficult man, with a simple smile, was something to behold. Â
This very lucrative deal was for all intents and purposes, legal. However, Tommyâs long-term intentions were not exactly above board, and the very difficult and strait-laced, Mr Joe Robertson, knew it. On multiple occasions he had refused to meet with Tommy on the account of his reputation, so when he finally agreed to sit down and talk, Tommy did his research, not wanting to take anything by chance and blow the only opportunity he might have of securing a deal with this man. He left no stone unturned, barely falling short of knowing what he ate for breakfast. And boy, did Tommy pull out all the stops. But Joe was seemingly unimpressed, and Tommy thought all opportunity was lost. All until it was time for you to join them at the restaurant.  Â
They were already sitting at the table; drink in hand, barely exchanging words with the contract lying forgotten on the table, when you breezed through the door, instantly catching Joeâs eye. And that was the moment Tommy wondered, if maybe the only moral weakness the honourable Joe Robertson had, was you. A string of beautiful, well-dressed women had filed through the restaurant door for the past 45 minutes and he barely even noticed them. But your warm inviting smile and natural charm, had his features flickering to life and suddenly expectant when he realised you were being ushered towards them.Â
Both men stood up when you stopped at the edge of the table, Tommy offering you the seat between them, making introductions as he did so. âJoe, this is Miss Y/N Y/L/N... my better half... Y/N this is, Mr Joe Robertson.â Â
Tommyâs palm gently caressed your back as he guided you to your chair, noticing how the contact seized Joeâs attention, his eyes lingering on Tommyâs hand with a touch of jealousy. And yet, he nodded politely and greeted, âItâs a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/L/N... I see Tommyâs good taste isnât restricted solely to tailored suits and fine whisky.âÂ
Your answering smile was stunning, and your words playfully disarming, âYes. It seems his good taste also extends to future business partners too.âÂ
Joe laughed, the effects of your playful flattery showing in the redness of his cheeks. Clearing his throat, he took a breath, âWell, weâre not quite there yet, but the evening has suddenly taken a more promising turn. Tell me, Miss Y/L/N, do you often accompany Mr Shelby to his business meetings?âÂ
Tommy leaned across the table, lifting a bottle of champagne from the wine cooler he poured a glass. Handing it to you, he found himself holding back a smirk when you took a sip, savoured it, and replied, âNo. But if the champagne is always as good as this, then yes, I believe this meeting will be the first of many.â Â
Tommy leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette, happy to take the back seat while you worked your effortless magic. And the man was instantly under your spell. Â
With a nod of his head, Joe leaned towards you, his voice lowered just a little, âWell then, Iâll make sure to have a bottle of the finest champagne waiting for you whenever Mr Shelby and I arrange a meeting.âÂ
Taking another sip, you settled back in your chair and smiled. It was warm and genuine, and the hum leaving your lips formed a distinct appreciation for the champagne, before you tipped your glass towards him, and said, âThen letâs not leave it too long between drinks, Mr Robertson.âÂ
The strait-laced Joe Robertsonâs normally hard features were suddenly, soft and pliable, as he connected the edge of his glass with yours, âLetâs not.â Leaving Tommy butting out his cigarette to sit there once again, sipping his whisky, marvelling you. Â
And before long, you had done all but secure his signature across the dotted line of the contract that sat in the middle of the table. And yet, Tommy grew uneasy. Yes, Joeâs features remained soft and pliable as he soaked up every smile and word you spoke, but as the evening progressed, Tommy felt his upper lip tighten when Joe gazed a little too long across the silky skin of your bare shoulder. Fought the impulse to narrow his glare when he admired the soft curve of your bust with a little too much appreciation. And found himself rapping his cigarette case a little too forcefully against the tabletop, when the man, renowned for his unrivalled morals, failed to disguise the growing, vile thoughts in his eyes. But Tommy endured it. All he needed was Joeâs signature and you would never have to spend another moment with the man. Surely, he could endure it for that long. Surely.Â
Dessert had just been ordered, and Tommy had managed to remain civil, when you stood up and brushed your hand across his shoulder, reaching for your clutch you excused yourself, âGentlemen... excuse me a moment, while I disappear to powder my nose.â Â
Nodding his head, Tommy smiled, watching your retreating form as you made your way towards the ladies. Turning his attention to Joe, he found him doing the same, the fevered look in his eyes doing nothing to lessen the tight grip Tommy had around his tumbler. When you finally disappeared behind the door, Joe picked up the contract and reached inside his jacket for his pen. âI think we have a deal, Mr Shelby. My lawyer has already combed through the contract you sent him and gave me the green light to make my own decision. However, thereâs just one condition Iâd like to add.âÂ
Scrawling down an amendment to the contract, he skipped to the final page and signed it before pushing it across the table to Tommy, speaking as he did so. âI had no intention of signing this today or making any kind of deal with the likes of you, but I am willing to make an exception... if... you accept my âspecialâ request.âÂ
Not liking the edge Joeâs voice was suddenly carrying, Tommy took a long slow breath in a calculated effort to calm himself. Yet, the strain still showed at the edges of his mouth, his voice harder than he intended, âa âspecialâ request?â Â
Gripping the sides of his glass, Tommyâs fingertips turned white, his resolve almost shattering when his free hand sifted through to the amended page of the contract. There it was. Your name. Written in the ink of Joeâs messy scrawl. âA whole night with Mr T. Shelbyâs girlfriend, Miss Y/N Y/L/N.â Â
âFUCKING WHAT?â Tommy screamed the words inside his head.Â
Staring blindly at the page, the single sentence blurred into a mess of blue ink, the typed black font of the contract all but invisible to him. Clearing his throat, Tommy closed the contract with unnerving calm, though his internal dialogue was ropeable, âThe fucking gall of this man. Who does he fucking think he is? Does he realise who the fuck heâs dealing with?â Â
While it was true that Tommyâs virtues in the muddy world of business deals, were at best, questionable. And all he needed was to scribble his signature right beside Joeâs name, and the deal was done. Somehow, the thought of sharing you to secure probably his most lucrative deal to date, left him seething, and the poor whisky residing in his hand at risk of spilling across the table if the expensive crystal tumbler crumbled under his tightening grip. Â
Lifting his head, he stared coldly into Joeâs eyes. This man. This so called, âmoral honourableâ man, was requesting a night with you. One whole night to do with you as he pleased. Did he think you were some cheap common whore? With a deep breath, he raised his brow, his voice low and threatening, âY/N is not a commodity of the Shelby Company, Mr Robertson. She cannot be bought sold or bartered with. And she is certainly, no whoreâÂ
Joe shook his head casually, âIâve never been interested in whores, Mr Shelby... Iâm interested in the lady currently powdering her nose.â Then leaning across the table, he tapped at the contract a few times, before offering Tommy his pen, âIf you want this deal to close, youâll sign this paper right now... I will not consider any other deal.âÂ
It took all of Tommyâs strength to keep from tipping the table over and grabbing the smug fuck by his collar. Wanting nothing more than to roll his hands up into fists and break the manâs jaw. Would render so much gratification from seeing his smug pompous eyes roll around in his head. But Tommy had bigger plans, now. Forget the fucking contract. He didnât need it anymore.Â
Taking Joeâs pen, he slipped it inside the pocket of his jacket, and stood from the chair. Emptying the contents of the tumbler into his mouth, he grabbed his cigarettes, before taking the contract and rolling it up like a newspaper. Handing it to a passing busboy, he tipped him generously, before instructing, âBurn these worthless papers in the kitchen, eh?â Â
Standing there a long silent moment, Tommy watched the boy rush off towards the kitchen, just as you made your way out of the ladies. It could not have been more perfect timing. Turning his attention to Joe, he leaned forward, buttoning up his jacket as he spoke, his voice steely and calm. âYouâve just made a big mistake... one big fucking mistake... Youâve disrespected the wrong woman, Mr Robertson. This is not going to end well for you.âÂ
Taking you by the arm, he could see the confusion in your features, and the questions spilling from your eyes, but you said nothing. Nor did you even look back at Joe when Tommy spoke his farewell. âApologies for the early departure, but as Iâm sure youâll understand. I have a whole night to spend with this lovely lady... and Iâd rather not waste any further of my time with you... Good night, Mr Robertson.â Â
Hello! Could you write a fanfiction in which someone hurt the reader (wife) and she didn't tell Thomas until he found out himself. Maybe he saw bruises on her body? Thank you girlyâ€ïž
Damn! I'm a sucker for protective Tommy. You got me with this one x
"Shit, shit, shit," Isaiah blurted out, as he helped you up off the floor. He was meant to be walking you home. But, a fight had broken out in the pub. Men drunk after a day of losing money.
They had been thrown out onto the street, of course. Plenty of peaky men around to sort out trouble. It had all started, just as your shift was ending. Chairs had been thrown, glasses smashed, as chaos ensued.
You were Thomas Shelby's wife, no one dared look at you. Let alone shove you out of the way. Luckily, you had only bounced off a chair, landing on the floor. Some bruised ribs, and a bump on the back of your head.
You would live. No one else would, if Tommy found out.
"Why are you panicking?" you queried, brushing your dress down again. This was bloody new! Now it was full of stale beer.
"Mrs Shelby.." he began, but you shoved his shoulder.
"Sorry, Y/n. You know what Tomâs like, when it comes to you. I'm dead, I'm a fucking dead man. Before I'm twenty one." his Birmingham accent was deep, as he panicked. Pacing the pub.
âNo one is dead, for goodness sake,â you chastised Isaiah. âIt will be fine, you are over reacting. We just keep quiet,â
Still muttering under his breath, he walked you home. Making sure you got inside, before he scooted off. The light was on upstairs, Tommy must be home. Making your way up to find him, you plastered a smile on your face.
Ignoring the pain in your ribs, ignoring the dull ache in your head.
You found Tommy in the bath, in front of the fire. Clothes discarded on a chair, stained with blood. Something had happened. Sensing your presence, he turned his head.
âHere she is, ey,â he mused, âMy beloved wife,â
Kneeling next to him, you kissed his full lips. âYouâre home early, Tommy,â you noted. Ignoring the stained clothes there. Ask no questions, hear no lies.
âItâs late, princess. And youâre back late, was it busy?â He asked. Shit, you hadnât realised how late it actually was.
âHmm,â you responded, as you stood back up. Deciding to just go to bed, catching your hand he pulled you back. A grin on his face.
âWhy donât you come in here, and join me?â He queried, wet hands snaking along your body. Smiling, you bent to kiss him again. Thinking of an excuse, so he wouldnât see your injuries.
âIâve got a headache, Tommy,â you lied, âIâm just going to go to bed,â Stroking your cheek, he nodded.
âOk, I wonât be long,â he assured you. As you left him to go to bed.
Quickly stripping, you observed yourself in the mirror. The side of your ribs now purple, and sore. Wincing you slipped your nightie on, and climbed into bed.
When you woke the next morning, you found yourself alone. Head pounding, from where you had banged it. Groaning, you rolled over. Realising the house was quiet, Tommy must have left early for work.
You just hoped no gossip from the pub, had reached him. You knew how he could over react. Slipping from the bed, you lifted your nightie. Standing in front of the mirror, âShit,â you sighed.
This bruise was going to be hard to hide. You could always say you had your period. Yeah, that was a good plan.
âWhat the fuck is that?!â You heard the voice of your husband, from the doorway.
Gasping, you jumped with shock. Thinking he had gone to work already. But no, here he was.
Standing in the doorway, with a pot of tea for you. Slamming the teapot and cup down, he strode over to you. Lifting your nightie back up.
âOh⊠itâs nothing Tommy. Just a small mishap,â You answered, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him good morning.
âA mishap!!â He vented. âA fucking mishap!â
Bending down to look, you hissed as he touched your skin. âStart talking Y/n, or I will hunt everyone in Small Heath down to find out,â
Walking to the nightstand, you picked up your tea. Sipping slowly, âThomas..â you started, as you fluttered your lashes at him.
âNo,â he warned you, âThatâs not going to work, and donât Thomas me. Start talking,â
Huffing, you gently lowered yourself onto the bed. âIâm not one of your men. I am your wife, so please donât speak to me like that,â
âSorry,â he mumbled, as he lit a cigarette. Waiting to hear your story, impatiently tapping his foot.
"There was a little scuffle in the pub, that's all. I got in the way, but I'm fine," you smiled, sipping your tea. Oooh, you would need to take something for this headache.
"A little scuffle!!" he shouted, "Who put their hands on my wife, ey?!! I want the name, Y/n!"
"Thomas, you are over reacting. It was a..."
"Yeah, mishap," he cut you off, now dragging his suit jacket on. "His name, Y/n. I will find out, you know I will,"
Rolling your eyes, you placed your favourite china cup down. And walked towards him, placing your hands gently on his biceps. "I don't know the name, it was an accident. So please, just don't go and get into a fight,"
Holding your face, he sighed. "I love you, baby," He led you towards the bed, "You rest, I will be back soon, yeah?" Winking, he walked away.
"Tommy!" you called after him, but you knew any argument was futile. You just felt sorry for the poor man.
warnings: drinking, gross bar guy, kinda proofread i guess as i went along. female reader.
Thomas Shelby shows his love in small silent ways more often than not. Buying gifts like jewels and clothing, taking you out to nice restaurants in London. Speaking of his feeling was too soft for Thomas though, while he was able to say, âI love youâ and he was always showering you with compliments, he was unable to express the range of his emotions and what heâs thinking. he didn't expand more than the basics.
Sixth months, that's how long Y/N and Tommy Shelby have been seeing each other and other than meeting the family, a few important events and some late nights, he hasn't opened up all that much. Even expressing that he loved her was a recent development.Â
Y/N has been trying to find a way to get him to open up a bit more but nothing seemed to be working. If anything, whenever she opened up more to him about things that hurt her or seen or random men who have followed her home in the past, to try and make him feel comfortable it seemed to make him even more protective of her than normal. She started noticing more men on her walks home from the flower shop she worked at. It was just around the corner really and ever since she started dating Thomas not many men have had the guts to go after her. Once they found out who she was if they didn't already know, they ran off rather fast but still she had an escort every night.Â
Feeling rather hopeless and just needing a night out with good company, you take Lizzy up on an offer to the garrison. The night had been going well and after a few drinks you and Lizzy were a giggling mess. Bursting into laughter anytime someone unpleasant came up to flirt with one of you. Hitting close to midnight you didn't show signs of stopping while Lizzy was slowing down and was just about ready to head home.Â
âSorry, the kids and work ya know?â Lizzy shrugged as she stood up, grabbing her small bag and slinging it over her shoulder. âBut we will be doing this more often, yeah?â she sends you an excited smile.Â
You send her one just as enthused. âDefinitely!â you got up and gave her a wobbly hug goodbye. âGet home safe.â Saying a final goodbye then it was just you, sat alone at the bar.
Still with half your drink left so she decides to stay to finish it. Five minutes goes by and a lanky, greasy looking man takes the now vacant seat to your left. He tries a few dumb lines and offers to buy you another drink, when you refuse and ignore him he slowly gets more and more frustrated. Trying even harder and insisting you pay him attention.Â
Rolling your eyes and turning your attention elsewhere, you face the closed door of the room next to the entrance. You assumed no one had been in there all night, for as long as you and Lizzy had been there no one had gone in or out. You had assumed wrong because moments before the drunk greasy man's anger got the better of him, none other than Thomas Shelby himself came out of the room with John and Arthur. His eyes are on you in a second and just as you are being turned to face the angry drunk you could see Tommyâs face turn to anger.Â
The drunk is squeezing your face between his dirty fingers about to begin some rant when heâs suddenly being ripped away from his seat and thrown to the ground. Tommy is hovering over him and punching the man repeatedly. Arthur came to your side to check on you while John had to pull his brother off the man before he killed him.Â
The drunk withered on the ground holding his face while Tommy collected himself. âI suggest you get the fuck out and not come back.â Tommy said calmly. When the man didn't get up fast enough for Tommy however he lost it again and picked the man up by the back of his collar and literally dragged him out and threw him on the street. âNext time you lose an eye.â He warned on his way back in.Â
Now coming to your side he inspected your face, making sure the man didn't bruise you. âI'm fine Tommy I promise.â you giggled and pulled his hands away to hold in your lap. His knuckles were bloody. He tries to not let any of the blood get on your pretty dress however.
âYou sure love?â He asks, still trying to see if there were any marks or dirt. You nod your head with a smile. âHow long you been here?â he asks, now getting to business. Why were you out so late?
âI was with Lizzy, she left just a few minutes ago and I was just finishing my drink.â you point to the glass now empty behind you. âThat was unless some greasy gross drunk man tried to hurt me and you came to my rescue.â You said, batting your eyelashes up at him and twirling a strand of hair.Â
Chuckling he shakes his head while out stretching a hand for you. âWell since the glass is gone, howâs bout i drive you home, eh?âÂ
Placing your hand in his and leaping off the chair, Tommy had to grab your waist to keep you from face planting.Â
On the way to the car you couldn't help thinking about how much you been hoping thatÂ
Tommy would open up more. It's not like he has ever hidden anything from you, he tells you straight when there is a problem with business or the family, even gang related incidents he tells you about. He doesn't hide himself, he just doesn't detail his emotions. With everything that happened tonight it shows he really cares for you, his actions and need to put your safety before all else shows you how much he loves you.Â
By the time you made it to the car you were giggling and it was getting harder for Tommy to keep you upright. âAlright love, câmon in the car.â he opened the door as you leaned against the side of the car.Â
âHey Tommyâ You say softly, making Tommy stop and look down at you with a raised eyebrow. âThank you, for protecting me.â
Tommy raised a hand and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, staring into your eyes with such tenderness. A look reserved only for you. âLove, Iâll protect you from anything.â he stated softly but planley.Â
âAnything?â you question him with a mischievous smile. âEven from the law if i murder someone?â you asked, trying to act sierouse.Â
With a face cast in shadows from street lights and chillingly straight face, Tommy smiled, ever so softly. âWhile I don't foresee you, of all people killing a person, I do mean anything Y/N.â His words left you unable to speak, they almost knocked the wind out of you. Morbid but romantic really. âNow. câmon love. Letâs get you home.âÂ
With that, Tommy took you home and you were now certain that what you had with Tommy was real, and important to him as well, you knew you would always have him. He loved you and knew how to show it.
The theme is night time đ and the prompt is An Admission.
Warning- mentions of smut, swearing, 18+
Tilting your head back, you breathed heavily as you tried to catch your breath. Coming down from your high. Your second orgasm had been intense. From this position on top, you were able to hit your g-spot.
Riding Tommy hard.
Biting your lip, you glanced down at him. He was smirking up at you. Hands still holding your hips, no doubt marks would be left. But in the throes of passion, you didn't care.
This man could bring you pleasure, like you had never felt before.
Slowly climbing off him, you flopped down. Head hitting the pillow, as your hands rubbed your thighs. "Saddle sore, love?" Tommy chuckled, lighting a cigarette for you.
As he passed it across, continuing to light his own. Stretching your legs, you pulled the sheets over your breasts.
âYes," you smiled at him, through the light of the moon. As it shone through his large bay windows. "And you will love that, won't you?" leaning across you pecked his lips.
"Me, sore? Struggling to walk?" you questioned him.
Blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling, he nodded. "Yeah, I would love it, ey," his eyes searched for yours in the moonlight. "Knowing it was me who made you sore, made you cum like that,â
Blowing your own smoke away, you put the cigarette out inside of the ashtray. Resting your head on Tommy's chest, as your knee rubbed against his bare cock.
"You need to stop talking like that, Thomas. I need my beauty sleep now," you giggled.
Tommy found your hand, squeezing it lovingly. Gentle and caring. "You are beautiful, perfect to me," he confessed. "Like an angel,"
You felt your heart surge with love, he never spoke like that. Always Thomas Shelby the bad boy. The gangster. Take no shit from anyone. Take what he wants, when he wants it.
No one getting in his way.
It had been seven months, since you started this passionate relationship. It was nine months ago, that Grace had left. Oh yes, you had heard all about her. Knowing she had broke his heart.
Not that he would admit it.
She was a spy.... a traitor.
For the first two months, you had both been fucking. Then he seemed to start trusting you, taking you to the races, dinner dates. Spending nights at his house.
Now... you both seemed inseparable.
Everyday, he was wanting to see you. Wanting you to stay at his house, or he would knock on your door late at night. Seeking your comfort and love.
Pressing your head further against his chest, "Tommy, I can hear a heart in there. It's beating fast," you teased him, before reaching up to peck his lips again.
You couldnât get enough of him.
Catching your lips against his, he kissed you passionately. Leaving you breathless, as he pulled away. "It's beating for you," he admitted, "Because..... well.... because I love you,"
It had been in the tip of his tongue for months. Just waiting to be said.
Feeling a rush of love, you kissed him again. "Thomas Michael Shelby, I love you too," you smiled down at him. The moon, highlighting his striking features.
His knuckles grazed along your cheek. "I promise to love, and protect you, Y/n,"
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